A short piece of insanity.. enjoy.
(I do not own dragon ball… odd, huh?)
Duck tape. (aka: work-stress)
Ignoring the boy's worried frown, Bulma continued wrapping his mangled arm. At least he'd stopped vocally complaining. Still, that frown was too much for a mother to bare. She didn't really understand what he was so worried about. It was the inside that was sprained; the skin was just fine.
"I did warn you not to get so rough while playing." She uttered in defence.
-"but mom -." He stuttered.
"-And it's your own fault it happened, so you can stop giving me that look."
He gave her a small pout, but wisely shut up about the subject.
Of course, his mother still wasn't satisfied.
"You should be thanking me for bothering, actually.
I finally come around to fixing that damned coffee machine and, once again, you manage to bruise something in my half-hour to spare. Do you realise this is the third time this week, you man?"
Trunks looked guilt-stricken, of course.
Still. "I just wanted a band-aid."
-"And you've got one. Now shoo, outta here." she ushered her son out of her workroom, opening the door to push him towards a waiting Goten.
The black-haired boy took one shocked look at his unlucky friend, before breaking off into hysteric giggles.
"Man! What happened to you?" the dark demi-Saiyi-jin asked, pointing at his now stiff, silver-coloured arm. Trunks just looked back over his shoulder accusingly.
Bulma didn't let it faze her, slamming the door closed in answer.
'Now then'
Turning around, she tried starring down the wrecked coffee machine: her favourite, now lying in shambles.
Someone had managed to knock it off the table.
Someone who didn't even have the guts to admit it, apparently. And she had accused just about anyone that could have done it.
They couldn't have picked a worse time to do it, either.
Capsule corp. was subject to a hostile take-over attempt, and the task of stopping this had fallen on her slim shoulders.
She could de it. She knew she could.
But the paperwork involved! Add that to her usually work, her 2.5 kids and everything else… she NEEDED her coffee!
Again, she picked up roll of ducktape, trying to find the right angle to get the poor coffee back into one piece.
She twisted the pieces together, pushing and pulling till they finally formed the desired shape. Just when she tried to tape the pieces together, however
"WOMAN!"
and it all fell apart again.
Damned coffee machine.
"The gravity machine broke!... A-GAIN!"
Muttering softly, Bluma turned for the door, ducktape in hand.
The one tool for every situation.
"The mouth…. Gotto get the mouth first…"
