Prideland

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he heard his four-year-old daughter singing Let It Go from the movie Frozen. He hated that movie with a passion. He never wanted to hear it again. His mother-in-law had bought the movie and a matching costume for the character Elsa. His princess had worn the costume every day since and played the movie on loop from the time she got up until she went to bed.

"Daddy." His daughter had spotted him. "Look look look!" She was jumping up and down excitedly.

"Karaoke. Did your grandmother get that for you?"

"Yep. Can you sing with me, daddy?" She pleaded.

He was a destroyer of worlds, he didn't sing and especially not Disney songs. The cheerful characters on the case made him want to murder each one, slowly and painfully. Bra was looking at him with her big blue eyes.

He sighed. "Of course, sweetheart, I'll sing with you."

Bra smiled and ran and put the DVD into the game console. She already had the microphones set up. She ran back to him and then dragged him to the seat. Vegeta internally cursed as the first song she chose was Let It Go.

"This is my favourite. I want to be Elsa when I grow up. Is this one your favourite to daddy?"

"I don't have a favourite."

She started the song and sung with much enthusiasm. Dancing along as she sung as loud as possible. She stopped turned around and stomped her foot her face scrunched up in annoyance at him.

"Daddy, you have to sing. I can't do all the singing," Bra demanded.

He smirked, only four-years-old and already had an attitude. Considering who both her parents were, it was expected.

"All right, alright. I'll sing sweetheart," he replied.

Bra watched him to make sure he was really going to sing this time. He rolled his eyes and began singing along. Once she was satisfied, she went back to singing herself. When the song finally ended, she played it again. Then she played the song a third time. She was about to play the song a fourth time when Vegeta stopped her.

"Darling, I think we should sing something else now."

"But I like this song, it's my favourite." Bra pouted. He would not let his little princess get her own way.

"Just because it's your favourite doesn't mean you have to play only that song."

"Alright. I don't know how to choose a new song," Bra told him, handing over the controller. He'd learnt how to use the console a long time ago.

He let her choose a whole array of songs from the Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, and so on. They weren't scoring that well at karaoke, not that he cared. He was enjoying spending time with his daughter. Childhood went by too fast, his eldest was already a teenager. He hadn't been involved until his oldest was five years old. He hadn't cared for Trunks at all when he'd been born. Caring for his son and Bulma had come as a complete surprise to him. He'd never cared about anyone but himself before that point. When he started caring, he then had no idea how to show he cared until the Majin Buu incident where he almost lost both.

They'd just finished singing the song I just can't wait to be King from the Lion King. He actually rather liked that song, if he was going to pick a song to like from Disney, that would be it. Not that he would tell anyone.

"Daddy, mummy said you're a prince. Does that make me a princess?"

"Of course, you're the princess of all Saiyans."