A/N: Why hello there. Thank you for reading my story. Should I turn this into a full story, or leave as a one-shot? Let me know please! Thanks again for reading!
The explosion and rumble to follow shook the house and anyone who lived long in the Briefs' household would have expected the rumble to be due to Gravity Room that Vegeta constantly used for his training. Generally he would push the room's limits too far and would cause a circuit to explode making the rest of the room malfunction and explode. But those were only for special training times like when the end of the world was emanate.
Instead, the explosion had come from Bulma Briefs' lab underneath the house. After feeling the shocks and sways of the house from their GR, Trunks and Vegeta immediately exited and flew towards the labs beneath.
"Mom!" Trunks yelled, looking among the rubble for the blue haired scientist.
"Woman! Where are you?" Vegeta yelled, picking up shards of metal and debris looking for his mate. He heard a squeak and instantly stopped. His sensitive ears picked it up and the sounds of his mate. Vegeta instantly knew where she was just by the singular sound. He moved left and pried up one of the metal slabs to reveal a crouching Bulma.
Except, she was no longer the same. The crouching Bulma before him was miniature, a little taller than his hands and fingers. They stared at each other for some time, before Trunks' questioning brought them out of their trance.
"Woman! What did you do to yourself?" Vegeta demanded.
"Ow! No need to be so loud!" she squeaked, putting her hands up to her ears. Trunks bent forward and extended out his hand to pick her up, which Vegeta promptly swatted away. Gingerly he picked up his wife in his hands.
Before he believed that she was delicate, and exerted every amount of control possible to be gentle with her. Now, seeing her in his hands, that feeling increased tenfold. Her tiny hand clutched onto his fingers while he lifted her closer to his face to inspect her. Everything about her was miniscule, and due to that, fragile. He couldn't allow his hands to constrict or even move. His fingers remained completely stationary.
There were minor cuts around her body, nothing too damaging. What was really bothering him, was how his woman possibly got this way in the first place? He could not think of a single piece of lab equipment that would completely alter his mate's being.
"Heh, now you know how your shouting sounds, woman." Vegeta said. "What did you do to yourself?" He shifted his position so as to inspect around her. She made to get up to move, until his growl commanded otherwise.
"Vegeta! I can walk you know!" She said angrily, crossing her arms huffily. A single glare stopped her from complaining as he continued his inspection of her being.
"Mom, what were you doing?" Trunks asked, scooting closer to get a better look. Vegeta's glare shifted from his mate to his son, stopping him in his tracks. "Is this because of the new capsules?"
Bulma nodded, "I didn't expect that the technology used on the capsules would backfire onto me. I'm sure when dad gets home he can set this right."
Vegeta's face fell, "He's getting back in a week, woman. You expect to stay this way for a week?"
"Any other ideas?" Bulma seethed.
