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Fanfic: Ein Prinz mit Vatergefühlen
Chapter: A prince with a fatherly feeling
FanFiction / Dragon Ball
A prince with a fatherly feeling
(Prehistory:
Vegeta left to exercise about a year ago and has now unexpectedly reappeared at his Capsule Corporation home. (Trunks and Bra are still small))
Chapter 1
When Vegeta landed, Bulma, Bra and Trunks came towards him. He found this greeting quite annoying, he only wanted one thing at the moment, namely a shower. He was smelly again like anything else, and he wanted to spare himself Bulma's nagging. Bulma and Trunks didn't have to say hello to Vegeta either. It would have been fine with both of them, but left with Vegeta's expression
she does it with a relieved smile. Vegeta's gaze fell on Bra. The last time he saw her she was almost a baby, now she was a child of almost 3 years. And she smiled at him happily and happily. Vegeta couldn't stand the laugh and turned his head away."Welcome home Vegeta." Bulma said, and Vegeta walked past her, Bra and Trunks into the house.
Vegeta came out of the shower and had pulled on the pants Bulma had put down for him.
(She had put his clothes in the washing machine again) "At least she gave me a normal jean and a t-shirt ..." Vegeta mumbled. He looked in the mirror and tugged at his hair while he reached for the dresser behind him on which he thought he could find his t-shirt. When he couldn't reach it with his hand, however, he turned his head away from the mirror and looked at the dresser. The shirt he had seen a minute ago was no longer there. "Am I crazy or what? Where's that stupid T-shirt ?!" He looked around the bathroom and noticed that the door was open. He went out into the living room and looked around. He heard a low chuckle. Somebody was kidding me! But this someone couldn't be particularly strong, because Vegeta couldn't perceive his aura.Then he saw something small and nimble whizzing behind the sofa. Vegeta walked angrily and with great strides towards the couch. Then he heard those giggles again and got even angrier. He looked behind the sofa: Bra was sitting behind it with a black T-shirt in his little hands and giggled happily. "What's that supposed to mean ?! Give me back at once!" Vegeta screamed, a little quieter than usual when he screamed. "Catch me!" Bra laughed and it whizzed through his legs. Vegeta was shocked and indignant about this behavior, after all he was a Saiya-Jin prince and he wouldn't let anyone, especially not a toddler, kid him. He followed Bra through the whole living room, but every time he thought he had her, he just reached into space. "The little one is kidding me!" Vegeta said indignantly and out of breath to himself. Bra crawled across the couch table and Vegeta crawled after her without thinking and hit his head (as expected)."Father!" cried Bra in horror. Her voice was still a little like a baby. Vegeta had meanwhile sat down on the sofa. And rubbed his bump. "Stupid brat ..." he grumbled softly. Bra crawled onto the sofa. "Did you hurt yourself?" Bra asked worried and handed him the shirt, hoping that her papa would be better then. Without looking at Bra, he defiantly took his shirt and put it on. "Does it hurt?" Bra asked cautiously. Vegeta just let out a hum and turned on the TV. Bra sighed, sat down very close to Vegeta and looked at the television. "Don't bother me like that, little one!" Vegeta growled and moved away from her. Bra grinned at Vegeta and sat down close to his side again. Vegeta growled again but continued to watch TV. 'What's that all about? It's a cheek ...' thought Vegeta. "What is this?" Bra asked suddenly. "What?" she snapped at Vegeta. “That!” Bra ran her index finger down a scar on Vegeta's muscular arm.Vegeta was too stupid to answer that. He just said: "Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?" "No! ^^" Bra gave him a friendly laugh. Vegeta looked away defiantly. "Can we also find out why you have to piss me off of all people?" he asked angrily. “I'm very fond of you!” Bra's big green eyes looked at Vegeta kindly. "What??!" Vegeta asked amazed, shocked and annoyed at the same time. "The little child has no idea ..." he thought. Nobody had ever told him so openly that he liked him, especially not such a stupid little girl. "Do you like me too?" Bra asked curiously. "I beg your pardon?" Vegeta was really too stupid to "talk" to someone who was not even 3 years old. He continued to look at the television. Now Bra had made it his business to trace the scars on Vegeta's arm with his fingers. Vegeta found it strange to feel her little fingers slide back and forth on his arm. "Counting finished soon?" Vegeta asked her."I can't count!" she replied cheerfully.
"Then how do you know how old you are?" Vegeta asked grimly. “I'm SO old!” Bra put out her thumb and forefinger. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "How old are you?" Bra Vegeta asked curiously. "What's the point of that, you can't count anyway." Vegeta said annoyed. "How old are you?" Repeated Bra. "Older than you ..." Vegeta found this conversation extremely nonsensical. "No! I'm older!" Bra contradicted with a laugh. “You sure are not!” “I am!” Bra liked to argue with her father like that. "Believe me, I'm äl .... That's ridiculous! I won't let a 2 year old kid me!" "Dad, are you giving up?" Bra laughed happily. Vegeta stared at his daughter in disbelief "Who does she think she is ?!" he thought to himself. "I am the strongest warrior in the universe, a proud Saiya-Jin prince, I have conquered dozens of planets and should admit defeat because a baby cannot count ??? !!"Bra jumped up, grabbed Vegeta's shoulder and jumped up and down the sofa like on a trampoline." I'm older than my papa, I'm older than my papa, I'm - ... "" SNAP NOW !! "Vegeta suddenly yelled at Bra. She looked at her father, confused.
Bra sat down quietly and stared at her hands that she had placed in her lap. "Now you're sure to be screaming, aren't you?" Vegeta looked at his daughter, secretly hoping she wouldn't start crying, at least not so loudly that everyone in the house would hear it. Now one tear after the other fell from Bra's eyes. Vegeta felt very uncomfortable. "Tell me ... um ... is there anything you want to see on TV?" This rather pathetic attempt to make Bra happy again failed miserably. Bra continued to cry silently, and sob. Vegeta had no idea how he would go about preventing his daughter from crying. He stared at the ceiling with a perplexed and desperate expression.He slowly blushed "Hey Bra, would you uh ... play catching games or uh, play anything else?" Bra was still staring at her hands. Deliberately casual and annoyed, he said: "To answer your question, I ... like you too. At least a little," he added quickly. He tried to sound indifferent. “Hmm?” Bra looked up at her father, who was quick to pretend he was watching TV. "You finally stopped crying ..." Vegeta wanted to sound indifferent and annoyed, but he didn't quite succeed. Bra laughed at him again. Without turning his head, Vegeta looked at Bra from the side, but when he noticed that she was laughing at him he quickly looked forward again and noticed that he was blushing again. Suddenly Bra threw himself around Vegeta's neck and hugged him tightly. Vegeta was paralyzed; Nobody really had ever done that before, at least not without the intention of destroying him, and that was to be doubted with this child. He had no idea how to act.But the "worst" thing for him was that he thought it was nice that this little girl loved him so much and that she hugged him. He shyly raised his arm and timidly stroked her back. Bra really wasn't very tall for her age.
Vegeta held Bra in his arms for a while while he kept looking over at the TV.
Chapter 2
Vegeta looked outside, it was already dark. Only now did he notice that Bra had fallen asleep
He could feel his hand, which he had placed on Bra's back, pacing up and down with every breath his daughter took. It was difficult for him to admit that ER, a proud Saiya-Jin prince, was sitting on a couch with a small, sleeping child in his arms and watching a ridiculous film that, in his opinion, should be forbidden due to insanity. He turned off the television and was about to take Bra to her room when he realized that he no longer knew exactly where her room was in this huge Capsule Corporation building.So Vegeta sat down on the sofa again and laid Bra down next to him. He sat there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, wondering if he might not remember where Bra's room was. Trunks' room was next to his and Bulmas, he knew that. Maybe it was the same with Bra? Suddenly with a soft "Wuusch!" the door disappeared and Bulma stepped into the living room. (Just to note: Bulma's house has several living rooms). "Have you seen Bra? I can't find her anywhere." Her voice sounded slightly concerned. "She's here." Vegeta replied a little harshly. “Really?” Bulma sounded clearly puzzled. "Where is Bra's room anyway?", Vegeta asked, still with his arms crossed and eyes closed. "Across from our ... why?" Bulma asked even more astonished and a little curious. "I can still know where my daughter's room is." Vegeta sounded completely normal again, namely angry and dismissive."Of course ... um ..." Bulma was no longer surprised. “Well, I'd better put Bra to bed then.” Bulma was about to pick Bra up when Vegeta opened his eyes and said in a slightly sour and condescending tone (the usual one): “I can do that, now I know yes where your room is. ". "I beg your pardon?" Bulma had expected a lot, but the offer of Vegeta to take care of one of the children almost made her fall out of the water. "Well if you think it's fine with me Vegeta ..." she mumbled as she walked out.
Vegeta waited a while before he decided to put Bra to bed. He wanted to prevent Bulma from seeing him, because his pride
A prince with a fatherly feeling
(Prehistory:
Vegeta left to exercise about a year ago and has now unexpectedly reappeared at his Capsule Corporation home. (Trunks and Bra are still small))
Chapter 1
When Vegeta landed, Bulma, Bra and Trunks came towards him. He found this greeting quite annoying, he only wanted one thing at the moment, namely a shower. He was smelly again like anything else, and he wanted to spare himself Bulma's nagging. Bulma and Trunks didn't have to say hello to Vegeta either. It would have been fine with both of them, but left with Vegeta's expression
she does it with a relieved smile. Vegeta's gaze fell on Bra. The last time he saw her she was almost a baby, now she was a child of almost 3 years. And she smiled at him happily and happily. Vegeta couldn't stand the laugh and turned his head away."Welcome home Vegeta." Bulma said, and Vegeta walked past her, Bra and Trunks into the house.
Vegeta came out of the shower and had pulled on the pants Bulma had put down for him.
(She had put his clothes in the washing machine again) "At least she gave me a normal jean and a t-shirt ..." Vegeta mumbled. He looked in the mirror and tugged at his hair while he reached for the dresser behind him on which he thought he could find his t-shirt. When he couldn't reach it with his hand, however, he turned his head away from the mirror and looked at the dresser. The shirt he had seen a minute ago was no longer there. "Am I crazy or what? Where's that stupid T-shirt ?!" He looked around the bathroom and noticed that the door was open. He went out into the living room and looked around. He heard a low chuckle. Somebody was kidding me! But this someone couldn't be particularly strong, because Vegeta couldn't perceive his aura.Then he saw something small and nimble whizzing behind the sofa. Vegeta walked angrily and with great strides towards the couch. Then he heard those giggles again and got even angrier. He looked behind the sofa: Bra was sitting behind it with a black T-shirt in his little hands and giggled happily. "What's that supposed to mean ?! Give me back at once!" Vegeta screamed, a little quieter than usual when he screamed. "Catch me!" Bra laughed and it whizzed through his legs. Vegeta was shocked and indignant about this behavior, after all he was a Saiya-Jin prince and he wouldn't let anyone, especially not a toddler, kid him. He followed Bra through the whole living room, but every time he thought he had her, he just reached into space. "The little one is kidding me!" Vegeta said indignantly and out of breath to himself. Bra crawled across the couch table and Vegeta crawled after her without thinking and hit his head (as expected)."Father!" cried Bra in horror. Her voice was still a little like a baby. Vegeta had meanwhile sat down on the sofa. And rubbed his bump. "Stupid brat ..." he grumbled softly. Bra crawled onto the sofa. "Did you hurt yourself?" Bra asked worried and handed him the shirt, hoping that her papa would be better then. Without looking at Bra, he defiantly took his shirt and put it on. "Does it hurt?" Bra asked cautiously. Vegeta just let out a hum and turned on the TV. Bra sighed, sat down very close to Vegeta and looked at the television. "Don't bother me like that, little one!" Vegeta growled and moved away from her. Bra grinned at Vegeta and sat down close to his side again. Vegeta growled again but continued to watch TV. 'What's that all about? It's a cheek ...' thought Vegeta. "What is this?" Bra asked suddenly. "What?" she snapped at Vegeta. “That!” Bra ran her index finger down a scar on Vegeta's muscular arm.Vegeta was too stupid to answer that. He just said: "Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?" "No! ^^" Bra gave him a friendly laugh. Vegeta looked away defiantly. "Can we also find out why you have to piss me off of all people?" he asked angrily. “I'm very fond of you!” Bra's big green eyes looked at Vegeta kindly. "What??!" Vegeta asked amazed, shocked and annoyed at the same time. "The little child has no idea ..." he thought. Nobody had ever told him so openly that he liked him, especially not such a stupid little girl. "Do you like me too?" Bra asked curiously. "I beg your pardon?" Vegeta was really too stupid to "talk" to someone who was not even 3 years old. He continued to look at the television. Now Bra had made it his business to trace the scars on Vegeta's arm with his fingers. Vegeta found it strange to feel her little fingers slide back and forth on his arm. "Counting finished soon?" Vegeta asked her."I can't count!" she replied cheerfully.
"Then how do you know how old you are?" Vegeta asked grimly. “I'm SO old!” Bra put out her thumb and forefinger. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "How old are you?" Bra Vegeta asked curiously. "What's the point of that, you can't count anyway." Vegeta said annoyed. "How old are you?" Repeated Bra. "Older than you ..." Vegeta found this conversation extremely nonsensical. "No! I'm older!" Bra contradicted with a laugh. “You sure are not!” “I am!” Bra liked to argue with her father like that. "Believe me, I'm äl .... That's ridiculous! I won't let a 2 year old kid me!" "Dad, are you giving up?" Bra laughed happily. Vegeta stared at his daughter in disbelief "Who does she think she is ?!" he thought to himself. "I am the strongest warrior in the universe, a proud Saiya-Jin prince, I have conquered dozens of planets and should admit defeat because a baby cannot count ??? !!"Bra jumped up, grabbed Vegeta's shoulder and jumped up and down the sofa like on a trampoline." I'm older than my papa, I'm older than my papa, I'm - ... "" SNAP NOW !! "Vegeta suddenly yelled at Bra. She looked at her father, confused.
Bra sat down quietly and stared at her hands that she had placed in her lap. "Now you're sure to be screaming, aren't you?" Vegeta looked at his daughter, secretly hoping she wouldn't start crying, at least not so loudly that everyone in the house would hear it. Now one tear after the other fell from Bra's eyes. Vegeta felt very uncomfortable. "Tell me ... um ... is there anything you want to see on TV?" This rather pathetic attempt to make Bra happy again failed miserably. Bra continued to cry silently, and sob. Vegeta had no idea how he would go about preventing his daughter from crying. He stared at the ceiling with a perplexed and desperate expression.He slowly blushed "Hey Bra, would you uh ... play catching games or uh, play anything else?" Bra was still staring at her hands. Deliberately casual and annoyed, he said: "To answer your question, I ... like you too. At least a little," he added quickly. He tried to sound indifferent. “Hmm?” Bra looked up at her father, who was quick to pretend he was watching TV. "You finally stopped crying ..." Vegeta wanted to sound indifferent and annoyed, but he didn't quite succeed. Bra laughed at him again. Without turning his head, Vegeta looked at Bra from the side, but when he noticed that she was laughing at him he quickly looked forward again and noticed that he was blushing again. Suddenly Bra threw himself around Vegeta's neck and hugged him tightly. Vegeta was paralyzed; Nobody really had ever done that before, at least not without the intention of destroying him, and that was to be doubted with this child. He had no idea how to act.But the "worst" thing for him was that he thought it was nice that this little girl loved him so much and that she hugged him. He shyly raised his arm and timidly stroked her back. Bra really wasn't very tall for her age.
Vegeta held Bra in his arms for a while while he kept looking over at the TV.
Chapter 2
Vegeta looked outside, it was already dark. Only now did he notice that Bra had fallen asleep
He could feel his hand, which he had placed on Bra's back, pacing up and down with every breath his daughter took. It was difficult for him to admit that ER, a proud Saiya-Jin prince, was sitting on a couch with a small, sleeping child in his arms and watching a ridiculous film that, in his opinion, should be forbidden due to insanity. He turned off the television and was about to take Bra to her room when he realized that he no longer knew exactly where her room was in this huge Capsule Corporation building.So Vegeta sat down on the sofa again and laid Bra down next to him. He sat there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, wondering if he might not remember where Bra's room was. Trunks' room was next to his and Bulmas, he knew that. Maybe it was the same with Bra? Suddenly with a soft "Wuusch!" the door disappeared and Bulma stepped into the living room. (Just to note: Bulma's house has several living rooms). "Have you seen Bra? I can't find her anywhere." Her voice sounded slightly concerned. "She's here." Vegeta replied a little harshly. “Really?” Bulma sounded clearly puzzled. "Where is Bra's room anyway?", Vegeta asked, still with his arms crossed and eyes closed. "Across from our ... why?" Bulma asked even more astonished and a little curious. "I can still know where my daughter's room is." Vegeta sounded completely normal again, namely angry and dismissive."Of course ... um ..." Bulma was no longer surprised. “Well, I'd better put Bra to bed then.” Bulma was about to pick Bra up when Vegeta opened his eyes and said in a slightly sour and condescending tone (the usual one): “I can do that, now I know yes where your room is. ". "I beg your pardon?" Bulma had expected a lot, but the offer of Vegeta to take care of one of the children almost made her fall out of the water. "Well if you think it's fine with me Vegeta ..." she mumbled as she walked out.
Vegeta waited a while before he decided to put Bra to bed. He wanted to prevent Bulma from seeing him, because his pride