The crayon scribbled furiously across the page; a little blue haired girl bit her lip, eyes narrowed in concentration. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she put in the small details that made the picture come to life. Finally, after hours of working on her masterpiece, the girl lowered her crayon and wiped her hand across her head. She picked up her picture and smiled proudly. She'd been working all morning to make it perfect.

Clutching the picture in her fist, she skipped up the stairs of Capsule Corp. She stopped in a long hall-way and looked around at the rows of doors. Where would her Mommy be? She tapped her chin in thought. It was early afternoon; her mommy would be working in the labs! She ran as fast as her small legs could carry her to the correct door and peeked in. Frowning, she glanced around the room. The only person in there was a middle-aged brunette.

"Bra! Are you looking for your Mommy, sweetie?" the lab assistant asked.

Bra nodded her head. "It's really important!"

The assistant smiled, "Your brother needed help with his homework, I think. Last I talked to her, she was going to his room."

"Okay! Thanks!"

Bra left the lab and headed to her brother, Trunks', room.

She found Bulma sitting at a desk with Trunks, explaining something she didn't understand. Bra smiled brightly. She smoothed out her picture and tugged on her Mother's sleeve. Her mommy would love it! She worked so hard on it; she couldn't wait to see her mom's expression. Bulma continued talking to Trunks, not noticing Bra. Bra scowled and tugged the sleeve harder.

Bulma paused and glanced at her. Suddenly, a loud beeping was heard. Bulma pulled out a small gadget from her pocket and started typing quickly. "What is it, Bra?" she asked distractedly.

"Mommy! Look what I made! I've been working on it forever! Do you like it?" Bra held out her picture.

Bulma didn't even look up from her typing. "It's very pretty, sweetheart. Now run along, Mommy is very busy."

Bra's shoulder's sagged. Mommy didn't even look at it. She poked Trunks' back. Maybe he would like her picture.

"Go away," he snapped, "I am trying to figure this out, and you're distracting me."

"But," she protested, "I want to show you something!"

Trunks groaned irritably and turned around. Bra shoved her picture in his face, and he looked at it for a few seconds before turning back to his work. "All right, I saw. Now shoo."

Bra shuffled out of the room and closed the door. She sank down on the floor, and stared at her picture. Maybe it wasn't as good as she thought. The flood finally broke, and tears poured down her face. She didn't make a sound, though. She studied the carefully drawn lines and the bright colors on the paper. Her heart beat painfully in her chest. She had been so proud of it… now it embarrassed her. Her mommy and Trunks didn't like it. They barley even looked at it.

She folded the paper carefully and laid it down beside her. She could hear her mom and Trunks talking through the door. Her mom had always spent more time with Trunks than her. She was always helping Trunks. Bra hugged her knees to her chest, and sniffled. Then her dad popped up in her mind. Her Daddy usually had time for her. She brightened a little, and wiped her tears away on her shirt. She picked up her picture. She hesitated, holding the piece of paper for moment before sighing and hugging it to her. She couldn't throw it away, no matter how bad it might be. She put too much into it. Maybe Daddy would look at it. But did she really want him to? She shook her head, forcing tears away.

She stood up, running quickly down the stairs and out the door. Standing outside the door to her Daddy's GR, she hesitated. The GR shook slightly, and she could hear Vegeta grunting and punching. It was a rule that you neverinterrupted Vegeta when he was training. She remembered the one time Trunks bothered him during training. She shuddered at the memory. But, this was important! She glanced at the folded paper in her hand. No, it wasn't. She almost felt like crying again. Mommy was too busy helping Trunks, Trunks was doing homework, Daddy was training. She was alone, just her and her picture. She wanted, no, she needed her Daddy! Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door as hard as she could.

The sound inside stopped, and Vegeta answered the door.

"What?" he growled, scowling. Whoever dared disturb him would regret it. But his eyes softened at the sight of his little girl. She stood there, clutching a piece of paper, looking up at him with big, blue eyes. He frowned, smelling traces of tears on her. He hated it when she was upset. He'd never admit it, but his heart broke at the sight of her crying.

"What do you want, Bra?" he asked gruffly.

"You," she whimpered.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. She looked absolutely desperate. She interrupted him, knowing it was against the rules, because she wanted him? If anyone other than her had bothered him for no reason… but she was Bra. He couldn't stay mad at her. The girl had no idea how differently he treated her.

"Why do you want me, Bra?"

She shrugged, and looked away. Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose; there was a reason she came here, and he knew it. Why was she being difficult?

"If you're too busy, that's okay. I can leave," she said. But as she said it, her eyes shone with unspilled tears, and she gripped the wrinkled paper in her fist. Something was obviously bothering her. Why didn't she get Bulma? he wondered. It was impossible for him to turn her away like she was. So, after glancing around to make sure no one saw him, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside.

Bra smiled brightly, and put her arms around her Daddy's neck. She knew Daddy would have time for her!

Vegeta sat down, "All right. What's wrong?"

AN- Poor Bra. There will be one more chapter, I'll try to post it soon. By the way, do ya think I did okay at keeping people in-character? I tried. Does this chapter seemed rushed? I hope not. Next chapter will have some more Vegeta/Bra bonding and it'll have a little Vegeta/Bulma at the end :) Please review! Constructive criticism, compliments, flames, are all welcome.