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CHAPTER ONE: BAD COFFEE DAY

An audible sigh slips through the bluenette's tightly sealed tiers as she claimed the sofa closest to the door way, promptly flicking her legs up and over the armrest, her right hand carefully gripping a cup of precious coffee. Her day had been much like any other, filled with unreasonable requests from investors in Capsule Corp and that of her Husband, who always seemed to believe that his requests were much more important than ones made by individuals that funded his obscure requests.

Smiling, Bulma carefully lifted her precious cup of coffee upwards, the warm brim of the object pressing to her lips; the addictive aroma filling her nostrils. Within seconds, her shoulders slumped into a much more relaxed position in response to the divine scent she had inhaled; there truly was no better way to unwind, short of starting a project of her own devices.

A shout echoes through the long hallways of Capsule Corp, a series of rushed footsteps following suit, undoubtedly heading in the direction of her refuge. "I swear that kid needs to keep it together, if his father heard this racket he would have more than a thing or two to say about it I swear to Kami…" the genius grumbles under her breath, silently tilting her head backwards in order to have a better view of the doorway behind her despite the orientation of said view. "Trunks get in here now. I know you're hiding in the hallway, the whole complex knows!"

By this stage the youngster was undoubtedly panicking. It was unusual for her to take on the authoritarian role, Vegeta seemed to enjoy laying down the rules too much for her to truly take the reins unless deemed absolutely necessary; such as the time when he told Trunks and Goten that true warriors don't bathe as it take too much time away from training. He really was impossible at times.

Noticing a tuff of violet hair poking out from behind the door frame Bulma let loose a heavy sigh, was he really going to make her get up out of her seat? Children truly brought a new meaning to the word stubbornness, combine that with Vegeta's genes and you have an adorable yet vexing child. "You can't come over there? Please? Mama is too tired Trunks," she whimpers softly in self-pity, luckily for her most of the time Trunks was a considerate child and as such generally fell prey to her guilt trips and overall strategies to get her way.

"I don't want anyone to think I'm a pushover though…" Trunks fires back as he begrudgingly made his way over to the sofa, arms plaited across his chest. He was getting older, old enough to know she was manipulating him into doing things he really didn't care to do but that little smirk that teased the corners of his lips indicated that he didn't mind all that much; "I don't want to be home schooled anymore it's lame. That stupid teacher you hired last week is worse than the ones before her, she keeps getting mad at me because I correct her spelling mistakes on the handouts she gives me..."

It wasn't particularly groundbreaking to hear that Trunks was ready to replace another teacher, it felt as if they went through one teacher every couple of weeks at minimum. He was a bright child and a special one in more reasons than one, it was understandable why he felt so frustrated; "It's the safer option though Trunks…"

Trunks rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue in irritation, how was she failing to recognize how big the issue was for him? "I just want to go to a normal school! I want to meet kids my age like Gohan did! It's not fair…"

It was clear that he was lonely, being cooped up inside their home ninety percent of the time certainly wasn't helping that fact. If anything she could relate wholeheartedly, after all even she got cabin fever from time to time and she could come and go as she please unlike the youngster before her. "I can see where you are coming from Trunks. I really can, but it's not safe for several two main reasons," she replies, slowly twisting her body back into an upright position, placing her cold cup of coffee on the table beside her. "Firstly, we are an extremely wealthy family, you might be targeted by kidnappers as soon as you develop a pattern. If that happens you won't be able to fight back under any circumstances if you want to have a normal school experience Trunks. Because kids your age aren't as strong as you, which means that I will need to assign security to follow you..."

Surprisingly, instead of trying to argue against her first point Trunks remained silent, his brows furrowed as he took in her words. Sure he had contact with regular people who weren't related to them or their friends from time to time, but his mother had lived a 'normal' life as a wealthy child; her concerns on the matter couldn't be overlooked when they came from experience with dealing with the society he knew little about.

Noting that he was remaining silent Bulma rose to her feet, nudging Trunks towards the doorway as she led the child towards the kitchen; "Secondly, when Gohan went to a regular High School his secret was discovered, plus he had several close calls. People will naturally feel scared if they find out about your powers." Of the two point she made it was undoubtable that the second would be the one that would hurt her precious child the most if he was to experience it, all he wanted was to make friends, to feel accepted by people he chose to associate with. Taking a deep breath, the scientist walked over to the pantry, carefully plucking out an airtight container filled with cookies from the back of the cupboard and placing it on the counter for the two to share.

She was right, there were no if's or but's about it. "I guess so…" Trunks whispers under his breath, a defeated tone dripping from his voice as he flew upwards a fraction in order to seize several cookies for himself from the elusive container, his feet reclaiming the floor within a few short moments. "I'm gonna go hang out with Goten before Dad tries to make me train again. I'll be back for dinner, okay?" the youngster declares as he rushes out of the room again, his mood clearly picking up as he vanished from her sight.

"I can't keep up with him to save my life," she laughs, as she turns towards her large barista style coffee machine; how long had it been since she made a cup herself? The maids were a godsend, but it was clear she was more than capable of handling such simple things on her own. A smile creeps across her lips as she holds the filter underneath the coffee bean grinder and pressed start; she was growing tired of the instant coffee that the maids prepared her; it was time to step it up a notch. The potent scent of freshly ground beans filled the kitchen within seconds, overwhelming her senses as quickly as they hit them; a wave of nausea washing over her as she paused the machine and placed the partially filled filter in the sink. "I think I'm going to be sick…what on Earth?"

It was rare for anything to truly catch Bulma off guard, the thought was a laughable concept on most days given her aptitude for forward thinking, after all it never hurt to be prepared. Unfortunately for her today was not one of those days, in fact it was very much the opposite.

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