The Prince\'s Princess

The Prince’s Princess

Ch.2

class=SpellE>Bulma set the table for breakfast awaiting the rest of her
very hungry Saiyan-jin family.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bra staggered downstairs with barely any
sleep for the third night in a row. She
didn’t even bother changing from pajamas.

“Sweetie?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You look horrible!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bulma noticed her
daughter getting more and more distracted.
Bra stared at her pancakes with her head resting on her hand.

“Morning!”
Trunks was upbeat, and took a seat opposite of his sister.

“Good
Morning, Trunks,” Bulma smiled, but it quickly turned
to a frown. “Where’s your father?”

Bra knew
where he was. He was waiting for her to
leave. The avoidance was obvious to her
now, and she sighed. Maybe he somehow
figured out her dirty thoughts. She
pushed herself up and left without a word.

“Trunks,
what’s wrong with her?” class=SpellE>Bulma worriedly looked after her daughter.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bra walked, head down back upstairs and
slammed into a rock hard surface. She
almost fell back down the stairs, but a hard grip on her arm stopped her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She looked up to see that it was class=SpellE>Vegeta she ran into.

“Watch it,”
he growled and moved her aside. She felt
her anger rising, and stomped back to her bedroom.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“What is
his problem?!” She shouted throwing her stuffed animals across the room.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She noticed one of the furry animals was
embedded in the wall. She pulled out her
favorite outfit that bought a while ago, but had yet to wear.

class=SpellE>Vegeta turned and watched Bra run after their
encounter. ‘Why does she wear those
pajamas?’ He found himself looking down
at her cleavage when he grasped her arm, and watched her ass from behind as she
left. He found the past few days getting
worse and worse. What were the odds that
his daughter would end up looking exactly like his wife?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was surreal, and as Bulma
aged more and more he stayed the same. Brastyle='mso-spacerun:yes'> looked like a teenage version of his wife,
and being attracted to that wasn’t something sick.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“Fucking
planet,” he muttered as he walked into the kitchen for breakfast.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As he ate his thoughts went back to life on class=SpellE>Vegeta-sei, and how it wasn’t uncommon for his
thoughts. Living on Earth for so long
caused some social etiquette to rub off.

“class=SpellE>Vegeta?” Bulma asked.

The prince
raised his eyes.

“Have you
noticed Bra? She keeps acting so
strangely.”

Trunks
decided to throw his two cents in, “She’s sixteen, they go through crazy
phases.”

“Do you
think it’s a guy?” Bulma began to think, “Maybe class=SpellE>Goten.”

class=SpellE>Vegeta nearly choked on pancakes, “What?!”

“class=SpellE>Vegeta calm down!
Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go out tonight for a meeting a few hours
away. If it runs late I’ll probably
crash at a hotel. Sorry about that, class=SpellE>Vegeta.”

“Why the
hell do I care?”

“Tonight’s
a full moon,” she said with a smile.

style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Trunks made a disgusted face, “Come on, I’m
trying to eat.”

style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The full moon affected anyone with class=SpellE>Saiyan-jin blood, but with Vegeta
it seemed moreso.

“I’ll
manage,” he internally thought differently, and hoped Bra would go out with her
dumb friends.

Bra hung up
the phone with Marron, after deciding not to go out,
but even Trunks was going out with them.
She felt different today, there was something in the air she couldn’t
put her finger on. ‘Maybe I should go.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> At least for a little bit.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If I go out I’ll be distracted and not
thinking these…thoughts.’

Trunks
dropped his wet towel from the shower on his bedroom floor and began going
through drawers of clothing. His bedroom
door creaked open.

“Trunks?”
Bra asked peeking inside.

“What?!
Bra, don’t you knock!” He grasped the towel and glared, red-faced at his
sister.

“Sorry
‘bout that,” slightly giggling. She
opened the door wide showing her new outfit for the night.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Her brother’s eyes went wide.

“Where did
you get that? You know Papa won’t let
you leave the house in that!”

Bra fixed
the red headband in her hair, “He won’t say anything to me.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She twirled around, “So? What do you think?”

Trunks
wiped the wet purple hair out of his face, “Can I change, please?!”

She frowned
and placed her hands on her hips, “Answer me!”

“It looks
kind of slutty.
I mean high boots, a miniskirt, and your stomach showing, not to mention
those things on your arms. People will
think you’re easy.”

He waited for her to scream curses at him, but she only
smiled.

“Hurry the
hell up so we can go,” Bra shut the door and walked back to her bedroom. She
sat at her desk and ended up staring at the computer screen. There was a part
of her that wanted Vegeta to see her, and another
part that was terrified. She stopped
mid-thought as something distracted her.
It was the same as earlier, the air seemed heavier, and she was taking
deeper breaths.

“What the
hell?” She felt her forehead with her palm, “I don’t feel sick.”

A loud
pounding on her door made her jump in her chair.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Come on, Bra I’m leaving!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Trunks shouted from the other side.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Bra anxiously
followed Trunks down the hallways, she paid attention to Vegeta’s
ki as it moved throughout the building, hoping they
would make it out without him seeing her. ‘Wait.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He’s been avoiding me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I shouldn’t have to worry.’style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She relaxed as reason took over and prepared
for a fun night out.

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