would not allow him to show himself in public when he was looking after a small child. The whole house was quiet, and Vegeta took Bra in his arms and went with her to her room. "Oh dear ..." he sighed as he entered the room: It wasn't exactly a warrior's dream room.Bulma had given her interior design wishes free rein: Bra's room was pink and light green, with a pile of stuffed animals and electronic toys. "I shouldn't care ..." Vegeta grumbled and walked towards Bra's pink four-poster bed. Suddenly a loud squeak startled him. He had stepped on some of Bra's squeaky toys. Vegeta stood there rigid for a moment. He hoped he hadn't woken Bra up. He bowed his head to see his daughter: she yawned, but went on sleeping. He put Bra in bed and was about to leave the room when she said something sleepy: "Papa ...". Vegeta turned around again and went to Bra. "What?" he was still trying to sound annoyed. Bra didn't move. "She's probably talking in her sleep ..." thought Vegeta. He noticed that Bra's blanket almost slipped off her bed and, after some hesitation, covered Bra. Suddenly Bra gave Vegeta a kiss on the cheek.He took a step back in shock. Bra smiled and fell asleep again immediately. Vegeta looked up at the ceiling again, made an angry expression and blushed. So he didn't notice the light beam of light that could be seen on the floor of the room, and also not Bulma, who had been listening at the door, and now smilingly went into the bedroom opposite from her and Vegeta.




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I would like to add something at this point: I just read another fan fiction about Vegeta and Bra about 2 days after I wrote my story (from XxSweetsunxX "Vegeta's weak point") and want to make it clear that I didn't know about this story, in case there are any similarities ... I hope my story was as "realistic" as possible ... or at least it should entertain you.