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A/N: Heeeeey. This is just a drabble... nothing serious lmao.
Setting: Capsule Corporation / FT. B/V & Trunks.
"Ugh...Oh my Kami!" she screamed, out of frustration.
"Woman, calm down." There was a hint of amusement in his voice. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"Vegeta, try harder."
"It's not fitting inside, woman. Your hole it too small." the Saiyan prince growled. They had been inside this room for far too long. How dare this kami-forsaken hole deny the might of the Saiyan prince? He was going to make it fit if it was the last thing he did.
"My hole? I didn't make this hole, jerk!" the bluenette shrieked.
"Make it bigger, then!"
"If I make it bigger, then its not going to work."
A series of grunts, groans, and moans sounded behind the brown door of the bedroom. Freaked out, a six year old Trunks slowly backed away from the door, innocent cerulean eyes wide. A muffled scream escaped his mouth as he ran downstairs, the noises stuck in his mind.
"Yes, I got it!" she cheered happily. He raised an eyebrow at her earthling antics. Smirking up at him, Bulma rubbed her red hand subtly behind her back. She picked up her finished project. A new, fully improved, bomb detonator. Holding it up proudly, she mocked her prince, "Are you mad that a mere Earth woman accomplished what you could not?"
"After all, it was just a screw, Vegeta."
With that, Bulma walked away with her project in hand, leaving a raged Saiyan Prince behind her.