Chapter: VEGETA ON THE JOB SEARCH 9

Sorry, I hope it won't be boring now. The part is just part of it ...
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Bra wasn't worried about her father's answer. Vegeta allowed her pretty much anything (like my papa).
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She was his little daughter, how could you refuse her wish?
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She looked at her father with wide eyes. "May I dad?"
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"No," he said emotionlessly and stuffed a chicken thigh into his mouth.
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Bra was quite surprised at this answer.
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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 ...
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"Why not?"
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"Because he didn't even deserve to talk to you! His father is an ass and a wimp! That's enough!"
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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.
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Vegeta gulped down the last bits before turning to his daughter. "There you have it! He's a nut and a coward as well."
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"I don't know what he thinks about you anyway," said Trunks and left the kitchen. (well jealous? * ggg *)
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"I'll go out with him anyway," Bra shouted, storming out of the kitchen.
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Bulma put the cutlery neatly on her empty plate. "Don't you think the reason is silly?"
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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?)
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Bulma was now sitting alone in the kitchen.
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"He's not helping me with the dishes again," she thought .....