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"Dad, I love you and I'm grateful for what you have provided me with, but I think it's time I moved out." Bulma stood next to her father as she watched him light another cigar. When he didn't say anything, she continued speaking. "I'm a big girl, I'm almost 25 years old and someone with my intelligence has no reason to live with her parents."

Trunks looked up from his ash tray and lifted his eyebrow. Bulma sighed. She had been trying to get through to her father for weeks now and had gotten no where. As much as she loved her parents and the comfort of their home, she needed to get out and prove to her ex that she could be more than an intelligent heiress.

"Bulma, I see no reason why you are letting Yamcha dictate your life." Trunks ignored the angry flash in his daughter's eyes. "There is nothing wrong with living a comfortable lifestyle. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you will be happy again." And this was why she never got the conversation moving. She couldn't convince her father that it wasn't just Yamcha's harsh words that made her want to leave. But she also couldn't divulge on the other reason for her departure. If she told her father, he would surely never let her leave. In any case, she needed the space and isolation to figure out her troubles. As much as she loved her childhood home, it was far too open and invited unwanted memories back.

"Daddy, I just need to get away. I've spent far too much time throwing myself into my work. I'm stressed and everything about this place reminds me of labor. Whether it's the bots we built together or the appliances I have fixed, there is no escape!" Bulma huffed and caught her breath. Trying to calm herself down, she reasoned, "Plus I know I get in the way of you and mom when you try and have some downtime." Bulma cringed. She did not want to go down memory lane right now. Images of her parents entwined together on the couch like teenagers came through her mental wall. Gripping the table, Bulma directed her eyes towards her father. "Let's not forget how intrusive you two are on my personal space." Trunks Briefs blushed. "Yeah, I know all about you checking up on me like I am fifteen years old. I'm not hiding a boy under my bed!"

Trunks rubbed his hand through his hair and rotated the cigar in his taut mouth. He stared at his daughter finally noticing what she had been going through. Her eyebrows were pulled together in a frown and slight wrinkles were becoming prominent on her forehead. She had bags under her eyes and her usual glossy teal hair seemed greasy and flat. Where her hair was lifeless, her eyes told a different story. The blue sapphires she had inherited from her mother were unyielding and blazing but also bore the tell tale sign of tiredness.

"Ok" Bulma blinked. She then leapt on to her father and smothered him with kisses. "You have no idea how badly I needed this. Thank you for understanding." Slowly releasing himself from her grasp, Trunks held her wrists in a firm grasp. He looked down at his only child with an impish smile. "I'm not telling your mother though." Bulma groaned. Where her father had been seemingly unrelenting, Bunny would be in complete hysterics. "Ugh fine. You're such a coward." Sticking her tongue back in her mouth, Bulma turned on her heel and flounced off to find her blonde caretaker. Trunks watched his daughter wander off and quietly whispered to himself, "I hope you know what you're doing child."

Sooo this is my first story and I'm pretty nervous but feel free to bash. I'm not sensitive at all so I won't take it to heart. If you see any mistakes, it would be more grammar than spelling because I totally pride myself on my spelling. But either way let me know and I will change it…maybe.