Sorry, I hope it won't be boring now. The part is just part of it ...




Bra wasn't worried about her father's answer. Vegeta allowed her pretty much anything (like my papa).


She was his little daughter, how could you refuse her wish?


She looked at her father with wide eyes. "May I dad?"


"No," he said emotionlessly and stuffed a chicken thigh into his mouth.


Bra was quite surprised at this answer.


Maybe he would change his mind if she asked in a friendly manner why, although she had to pull herself together not to yell at Vegeta. She just came after her father ...


"Why not?"


"Because he didn't even deserve to talk to you! His father is an ass and a wimp! That's enough!"


Bra stared at her mother. "That's totally stupid! What can he do that you unfortunately can't Goku ?!He's not interested in fighting anyway, like his father! "said Bra angrily.


Vegeta gulped down the last bits before turning to his daughter. "There you have it! He's a nut and a coward as well."


"I don't know what he thinks about you anyway," said Trunks and left the kitchen. (well jealous? * ggg *)


"I'll go out with him anyway," Bra shouted, storming out of the kitchen.


Bulma put the cutlery neatly on her empty plate. "Don't you think the reason is silly?"


Vegeta rose from the chair. "I won't let Kakarott's son even look at my daughter!" He hissed and went to the gravity room to train. (isn’t cute when he’s worried?)


Bulma was now sitting alone in the kitchen.


"He's not helping me with the dishes again," she thought .....