In the Eyes of a Hunter
Written by: Jennifer and Mandy
Chapter 1 - Bra's Decision
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Author's Note: Welcome back, minna-san!! Our new saga has finally arrived! This is a continuation from the story, Through the Eyes of a Saiyan, so if you haven't read our first saga yet, I highly suggest it before you get started on this one. We, of course, appreciate and encourage all and any reviews from our readers. It keeps us going! Now, we hope you enjoy our latest saga, In the Eyes of a Hunter! Ja ne!!
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Bra lunged to her left, barely dodging the barrage of large ki blasts that whizzed past her. "Ah! Daddy stop!" she shrieked.
Vegeta lowered his arms and allowed another blast he was forming to dissipate as he panted out, "Had enough?"
Bra lowered herself out of the air and fell down into a sitting position before falling on her back, exhausted. "I'll do better tomorrow, Daddy. I promise."
Vegeta walked over to her. "Don't worry about it. You're really improving. I can tell."
Bra closed her eyes and breathed heavily, forcing a small smile on her face.
Vegeta bent down and picked her up slowly, settling her on top of his shoulders. She was too tired to balance herself and fell face first into Vegeta's spiky hair, letting her arms dangle by the sides of his head. He glanced up and half-smiled as he walked over to the gravity machine and turned it off, watching the small screen as the gravity dropped from 100 to 0 in a few seconds. He felt as if he were going to float out of the room without trying from the sudden lightweight feeling. He opened the door and walked towards the house.
Bulma heard the door open and close from the kitchen. She walked out with a dishtowel in her hands and looked at her battle-worn and exhausted husband and daughter from the doorway. "Think you might have overdone it a little?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Vegeta looked up at her, stopping in front of the door. He shrugged a shoulder, still breathing hard. "No more so than usual."
She walked over to the two Saiyans and took the sleeping Bra off his shoulders. She looked down at her in her arms, then back up at her husband. "Vegeta, dear, you know I wish you wouldn't train Bra so hard. She's just not meant to be a warrior like Trunks. I think this training is getting to be too hard on her." She said, glancing back down at Bra momentarily with a worried expression.
Vegeta straightened up and folded his arms. "It's not too tough on her. She has the potential to become a great fighter. She's not a real Super Saiyan yet, although she has come very close to transforming completely. But if I don't train her now, while she's young, then she'll lose any fighting ability that she has."
"That might not necessarily be a bad thing, Vegeta. She shouldn't have to fight. All the danger that you and the others go into. it's just." she trailed off with a sigh, "I don't want our daughter to have to deal with that. I'm afraid of what might happen one day when you think she's ready, but she's really not."
"And she just as easily could be the one to save this entire planet someday. Nobody thought Gohan was ready to face Cell, but we wouldn't even be standing here now if Kakarott hadn't trained him after everything his mate said to stop it." He countered defensively.
Bulma sighed and looked down a little. "I just don't know."
Vegeta relaxed and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it so much. She'll be safe as long as I'm around."
She looked back up at him quickly. "But what if you're not around one day? What if she's forced to face a danger on her own? Will she really be ready for that?"
Vegeta paused a moment and blinked. "Well.. that's why I train her."
"But I don't want her to feel that she has to put herself at risk!" After a moment of no response, Bulma sighed in defeat. "Well, I suppose there's no use arguing with you anymore. I'm going to take Bra upstairs and get her cleaned up before I put her to bed." She said as she started to walk away. She then turned and looked back at Vegeta. "Oh, do you know where Trunks is? I haven't seen him all day."
"Hmph. He went to go train with that youngest brat of Kakarott's up in the mountains early this morning."
"Well, did he say when he'd be back?"
"He said he'd come back late this evening so he should be home soon."
"Ok." Bulma nodded and turned back around to go upstairs with Bra.
Vegeta let out a tired sigh and uncrossed his arms. He rubbed the back of his neck sorely and walked upstairs, as well, to get a shower.
Bulma entered Bra's bedroom and flipped on the light, closing the door quietly behind her with her foot. She walked over to the bed and set her daughter down gently. "Bra, sweetie, are you awake?"
Bra opened her eyes slowly and looked up. "Yeah, I'm awake Mommy."
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she rubbed her hand over Bra's forehead.
"I'm kinda tired and I hurt." She answered with a yawn and sleepily forced a half-smile.
Bulma went over to the adjoining bathroom and got a wet washcloth. She came back and began wiping off the dirt and sweat from Bra's face and cleaned up the several cuts and scrapes she had, as well. "You know, sweetheart, if this training it too hard for you, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Neither your father or I are forcing you to do anything."
"I know you don't really like Daddy training me. Do you want me to stop?"
"I want you to only because I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I know you're safe while you train with your Dad, but it's the future that worries me."
Bra looked down thoughtfully, and then back up at her. "Ok then. I'll stop for now."
Bulma smiled sweetly down at her. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now, let's get you tucked into bed." She said and began to pull the covers up around her.
Bra scooted down on the bed and lay back on the pillow, looking up at her mom. "Do you think Daddy will be mad?"
Bulma handed Bra her teddy bear and finished tucking her in. She sighed thoughtfully. "I don't know, dear. But training is your choice to make, not his. Your dad is just there to help you if you want to. I'll talk to him about it." She smiled. "I'm sure he'll understand."
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"WHAT?!?!?!?!"
Bulma glanced down towards the floor. "Vegeta.dear."
"What do you mean she's not going to train anymore?!!" Vegeta yelled in rage.
"This should be her decision to make." Bulma began again, looking back up at the angered Saiyan Prince. "If she doesn't want to train, she shouldn't have to. Don't force this on her, Vegeta!" she countered, putting one fist on her hip and pointed the other finger at him accusingly.
"And I'm sure YOU had something to say on the matter, right?" he retaliated.
Bulma sighed, getting more and more frustrated. "I only talked to her about the subject. I never TOLD her what to say. She decided this on her own!"
Vegeta folded his arms and closed his eyes turning his head to the side. "Yeah, I bet she did." He retorted coldly.
"I'm only looking out for our daughter, Vegeta! But all you ever think about is you're stupid pride of being a Prince!!"
Vegeta's eyes shot open as he whipped his head back around to look at her. "Do NOT insult my heritage, woman!!! The girl's safety has nothing to do with my pride!! What would YOU know about that anyway?!!"
"That is NOT the issue here!" Bulma screamed back at him, stepping forward. "Why can't you just take this like a mature adult AND parent?!"
Vegeta clenched his teeth and glared at her with eyes of fury.
Bulma dropped her arms and straightened up. "I'm through with this discussion." She folded her arms and turned her head to the side closing her eyes. "I never wanted to fight with you but it only figures considering all you ever think about is battle. I just don't want our daughter to get hurt." She said and jerked her head back around towards him. "Can't you understand that?!"
Vegeta just glared back at her, growling quietly through his teeth; his left eye twitched under the stress. Finally he lowered his arms as well and straightened up. "Hmph." He turned and walked away without another word.
Bulma watched him walk away before throwing her arms up in aggravation. "Agh! I swear that man hasn't changed a bit when it comes to discussing anything important." She said to herself and turned, walking off the other way.
Written by: Jennifer and Mandy
Chapter 1 - Bra's Decision
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Author's Note: Welcome back, minna-san!! Our new saga has finally arrived! This is a continuation from the story, Through the Eyes of a Saiyan, so if you haven't read our first saga yet, I highly suggest it before you get started on this one. We, of course, appreciate and encourage all and any reviews from our readers. It keeps us going! Now, we hope you enjoy our latest saga, In the Eyes of a Hunter! Ja ne!!
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Bra lunged to her left, barely dodging the barrage of large ki blasts that whizzed past her. "Ah! Daddy stop!" she shrieked.
Vegeta lowered his arms and allowed another blast he was forming to dissipate as he panted out, "Had enough?"
Bra lowered herself out of the air and fell down into a sitting position before falling on her back, exhausted. "I'll do better tomorrow, Daddy. I promise."
Vegeta walked over to her. "Don't worry about it. You're really improving. I can tell."
Bra closed her eyes and breathed heavily, forcing a small smile on her face.
Vegeta bent down and picked her up slowly, settling her on top of his shoulders. She was too tired to balance herself and fell face first into Vegeta's spiky hair, letting her arms dangle by the sides of his head. He glanced up and half-smiled as he walked over to the gravity machine and turned it off, watching the small screen as the gravity dropped from 100 to 0 in a few seconds. He felt as if he were going to float out of the room without trying from the sudden lightweight feeling. He opened the door and walked towards the house.
Bulma heard the door open and close from the kitchen. She walked out with a dishtowel in her hands and looked at her battle-worn and exhausted husband and daughter from the doorway. "Think you might have overdone it a little?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Vegeta looked up at her, stopping in front of the door. He shrugged a shoulder, still breathing hard. "No more so than usual."
She walked over to the two Saiyans and took the sleeping Bra off his shoulders. She looked down at her in her arms, then back up at her husband. "Vegeta, dear, you know I wish you wouldn't train Bra so hard. She's just not meant to be a warrior like Trunks. I think this training is getting to be too hard on her." She said, glancing back down at Bra momentarily with a worried expression.
Vegeta straightened up and folded his arms. "It's not too tough on her. She has the potential to become a great fighter. She's not a real Super Saiyan yet, although she has come very close to transforming completely. But if I don't train her now, while she's young, then she'll lose any fighting ability that she has."
"That might not necessarily be a bad thing, Vegeta. She shouldn't have to fight. All the danger that you and the others go into. it's just." she trailed off with a sigh, "I don't want our daughter to have to deal with that. I'm afraid of what might happen one day when you think she's ready, but she's really not."
"And she just as easily could be the one to save this entire planet someday. Nobody thought Gohan was ready to face Cell, but we wouldn't even be standing here now if Kakarott hadn't trained him after everything his mate said to stop it." He countered defensively.
Bulma sighed and looked down a little. "I just don't know."
Vegeta relaxed and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it so much. She'll be safe as long as I'm around."
She looked back up at him quickly. "But what if you're not around one day? What if she's forced to face a danger on her own? Will she really be ready for that?"
Vegeta paused a moment and blinked. "Well.. that's why I train her."
"But I don't want her to feel that she has to put herself at risk!" After a moment of no response, Bulma sighed in defeat. "Well, I suppose there's no use arguing with you anymore. I'm going to take Bra upstairs and get her cleaned up before I put her to bed." She said as she started to walk away. She then turned and looked back at Vegeta. "Oh, do you know where Trunks is? I haven't seen him all day."
"Hmph. He went to go train with that youngest brat of Kakarott's up in the mountains early this morning."
"Well, did he say when he'd be back?"
"He said he'd come back late this evening so he should be home soon."
"Ok." Bulma nodded and turned back around to go upstairs with Bra.
Vegeta let out a tired sigh and uncrossed his arms. He rubbed the back of his neck sorely and walked upstairs, as well, to get a shower.
Bulma entered Bra's bedroom and flipped on the light, closing the door quietly behind her with her foot. She walked over to the bed and set her daughter down gently. "Bra, sweetie, are you awake?"
Bra opened her eyes slowly and looked up. "Yeah, I'm awake Mommy."
"How are you feeling?" she asked as she rubbed her hand over Bra's forehead.
"I'm kinda tired and I hurt." She answered with a yawn and sleepily forced a half-smile.
Bulma went over to the adjoining bathroom and got a wet washcloth. She came back and began wiping off the dirt and sweat from Bra's face and cleaned up the several cuts and scrapes she had, as well. "You know, sweetheart, if this training it too hard for you, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Neither your father or I are forcing you to do anything."
"I know you don't really like Daddy training me. Do you want me to stop?"
"I want you to only because I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I know you're safe while you train with your Dad, but it's the future that worries me."
Bra looked down thoughtfully, and then back up at her. "Ok then. I'll stop for now."
Bulma smiled sweetly down at her. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now, let's get you tucked into bed." She said and began to pull the covers up around her.
Bra scooted down on the bed and lay back on the pillow, looking up at her mom. "Do you think Daddy will be mad?"
Bulma handed Bra her teddy bear and finished tucking her in. She sighed thoughtfully. "I don't know, dear. But training is your choice to make, not his. Your dad is just there to help you if you want to. I'll talk to him about it." She smiled. "I'm sure he'll understand."
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"WHAT?!?!?!?!"
Bulma glanced down towards the floor. "Vegeta.dear."
"What do you mean she's not going to train anymore?!!" Vegeta yelled in rage.
"This should be her decision to make." Bulma began again, looking back up at the angered Saiyan Prince. "If she doesn't want to train, she shouldn't have to. Don't force this on her, Vegeta!" she countered, putting one fist on her hip and pointed the other finger at him accusingly.
"And I'm sure YOU had something to say on the matter, right?" he retaliated.
Bulma sighed, getting more and more frustrated. "I only talked to her about the subject. I never TOLD her what to say. She decided this on her own!"
Vegeta folded his arms and closed his eyes turning his head to the side. "Yeah, I bet she did." He retorted coldly.
"I'm only looking out for our daughter, Vegeta! But all you ever think about is you're stupid pride of being a Prince!!"
Vegeta's eyes shot open as he whipped his head back around to look at her. "Do NOT insult my heritage, woman!!! The girl's safety has nothing to do with my pride!! What would YOU know about that anyway?!!"
"That is NOT the issue here!" Bulma screamed back at him, stepping forward. "Why can't you just take this like a mature adult AND parent?!"
Vegeta clenched his teeth and glared at her with eyes of fury.
Bulma dropped her arms and straightened up. "I'm through with this discussion." She folded her arms and turned her head to the side closing her eyes. "I never wanted to fight with you but it only figures considering all you ever think about is battle. I just don't want our daughter to get hurt." She said and jerked her head back around towards him. "Can't you understand that?!"
Vegeta just glared back at her, growling quietly through his teeth; his left eye twitched under the stress. Finally he lowered his arms as well and straightened up. "Hmph." He turned and walked away without another word.
Bulma watched him walk away before throwing her arms up in aggravation. "Agh! I swear that man hasn't changed a bit when it comes to discussing anything important." She said to herself and turned, walking off the other way.