Babies and Villains

Bulla or otherwise known as Bra crawled on the floor and nimbly dodged the obstacles that got into her way. The last time she tried sneaking out of her crib, mama got mad because she broke something precious. Her momma and big brother often called her precious and she rather liked the sound of it. And papa sometimes called her that when no one's looking or listening. But momma used another word when she broke it… what's the word mama used?...it's ex… ex.. Bulla wrinkled her nose and tried to form the words in her mind.

Expensive.

Yes. That's the word. Though she didn't know what that word meant, but she decided that she didn't like it. At all. Especially when it made her momma mad. Momma wouldn't have been mad at her if that thing with the sparkly buttons and beeping sound wasn't 'expensive' in the first place. But anyway, she won't break anything 'expensive' anymore. And so, she waited patiently for her nanny to open the door while she hid carefully behind a big pot of plant. After the nanny passed by and walked towards the connecting room to her crib, Bulla hurriedly crawled outside and headed to the last door in the hallway, hoping that it's open. It's her favorite place because papa always took her there to watch the birds fly.

"Oh, my goodness! Bulla!" Came a shriek from the room nearby. Bulla frantically looked around for a place to hide; she doesn't want her nanny to take her back to her room to sleep. After a moment's hesitation she crawled to the nearest room. The sliding door opened automatically before it slid shut behind her.

Grinning and feeling rather triumphant that she managed to escape once again, the little toddler looked up and remained rooted on the spot as she gazed back at the dark and obsidian eyes of none other than her papa Vegeta. Well, so much for hiding, bulla. Now papa would take her back to her room because he doesn't want his children to interrupt him in the middle of his training. But she wanted to look at the birds outside.

Bulla's lower lip started quivering as a sign of distress. Vegeta noticed it too and knelt down on one knee, too aware that his daughter could wake the dead when she cried. "What are you doing here, little girl?"

Bulla's lips stopped their quivering, and now seemed to be pacified at the soothing tone of her father's voice.

"Did you sneak out again?" He continued softly.

"Da da," She said with a bashful grin and he took it as a 'yes'. She's only thirteen month's old and barely knew words beyond 'momma', 'twunks', and 'da da'. But the way she looked confirmed it all. Rather mischievous and too intelligent for her age, Bulla resembled her mother too much for Vegeta's peace of mind. She even started dismantling the remote control of the television a few weeks ago. If Bulma hadn't caught her, who knows what the little brat would've done.

"Why did you sneak out this time?" He scooped her in his arms. It was easier to spend time with children now than the time when Bulma gave birth to Trunks. Vegeta nearly jumped on the spot when that infernal woman dumped the crying infant in his arms. But now as he held Bulla, Vegeta noticed how much he changed.

"Da da," Bulla's silky green hair wisped against his cheek before she waved her hands in excitement and enveloped him in a tight hug. The lass probably thought that they were playing a silly game. She always regarded everything as a game of sort even when he punched someone in the face or blew a building into pieces. Vegeta felt an insistent pressure in his chest as he looked at his daughter and let the pressure go, knowing that no one's watching the prince of Saiyan as he leaned down and kissed his daughter's brow.

THE END.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is just a spur of the moment. I had this insistent urge to write a story about babies and villains and Vegeta seems to be the perfect guy and Bulla's just too adorable. Anyway, any review would be greatly appreciated. I hope I could write another story for these two.