AN: As of April 2015, I decided to change Hairiyu's name to Corset. It's been a tough decision to make but it's one I've been thinking of doing for quite some time. She's the only OC of mine who didn't fit in with the pun-based names. She's lived in my head for over a decade and has gone through so many changes to her personality, looks and role. Corset fits so much better into her family's undies-based names. She's still the same character, just with a different name. I realise this will take time for older followers to get used to, it's not a decision I took lightly. I hope you will continue to support this OC and enjoy the adventures she goes through.

-LilDBZBuddy89

Milestones

Age 757, 14th December

6 months and 19 days old

The crying had been constant throughout most of the night. Bulma stared at the dark ceiling with blood-shot eyes, begging to be given at least a couple of hours sleep! Without much of a thought she flipped her covers off and wandered into the room next door: her daughter's room. The shrill cry grew louder as she opened the door. Wearily she dragged her feet to the cot and picked her teething baby up from her bed.

Bulma's six-month old baby had been teething for the past week. The discomfort she was clearly going through was having a knock-on effect on her mother and Bulma was finding herself struggling at times to stay awake during her meetings! She used to think she had a demanding life with her career; she'd learnt the true meaning of demanding during the past year-and-a-half carrying this baby inside her and then catering to her every need. Work was hard and she had no social life to speak of, apart from when her mother would assist and look after Corset for a couple of hours, allowing Bulma some retail therapy or a chance to relax.

In a daze she began to coo and make soothing noises, gently rocking her baby. "Come on... calm down..."

Wandering over to the bedside desk she opened one of the drawers and after an initial bout of rummaging around, found the object she was looking for.

Having her mother present meant Corset's cries were calming; this induced further as Bulma placed her teething ring to her mouth, the young baby's chubby hands grabbing the object. Bulma gently rocked her baby back and forth in her arms singing to her, albeit it was more of a drivelled mumble. She did this until her baby fell asleep from exhaustion.

When she was certain it was safe to do so and her baby wouldn't suddenly start crying again, Bulma placed her daughter back into her cot, placing the thin covers over her.

With a yawn she trudged out of the room and back to her own bed, exhausted and knowing tomorrow would be a long, hard day.

Age 758, 2nd April

10 months and 8 days old

"Mama, have you seen Corset?" Bulma asked as she walked into the living room looking a little worried. "She's not in her high chair eating her food!"

Mrs Brief looked up from her magazine, "No I'm afraid not. I'll help you look for her."

The two women began to turn the living quarters of Capsule Corp upside down looking for the adventurous baby. Bulma couldn't believe how much of a handful this little baby was – she'd scoot off if Bulma turned her back even for a second! She had some pretty unusual behaviour at times; some which Bulma concluded were bizarre. A couple of times she could have sworn her daughter was floating just above her chair! Other times her daughter's hair would stand a little on end with almost no explanation. The only thing Bulma could come up with was static yet where would it have come from?

The heiress was growing more and more anxious by the second. Where had her daughter gone? She wasn't even a year old; how was it this baby could crawl at a reasonably fast pace already?

"BULMA, SHE'S HERE!"

The sound of her mother's shouting voice reached Bulma's ears and she bolted through to the room her mother was in – the kitchen. Corset was crying from the sounds of it. A look of shock overcame Bulma as she saw what her daughter was covered in.

"Don't worry; it's cold," Mrs Brief knew what her daughter was thinking; she was busy wiping her soaking, screaming granddaughter down. "Sorry dear, she must have gotten to the watering can I'd left on the side; I was going to water the indoor plants and must have forgotten about it!"

Bulma took her crying daughter from her mother's hands, Corset instinctively clutching to her mother with chubby wet hands and unintentionally getting water over her mother! Bulma wasn't too concerned over her own well-being.

"I hope she doesn't get a cold or pneumonia from this! I can't believe I let you get away from me again!"

"Don't blame yourself dear, it happens to every parent," Mrs Brief consoled. "Put a hair-dryer and a towel on her and she should be ok. I'll clean up the puddle and tend to the plants."

Bulma took the hand-towel off her mother and briskly walked down the corridor to her room, wiping Corset down. "What am I gonna do with you?" She asked looking down at her shivering daughter.

Corset babbled something back at her mother, blue eyes watching her mother's facial expression and quietening down.

As soon as they reached Bulma's room, Corset was changed out of her damp clothes and dressed in fresh ones before having the blow-dryer put to her face! The loud noise of the small machine made her whimper a little but the warm air seemed to keep her from crying. The baby sat supported by her mother, eyes clamped shut as the air blasted towards her.

"There we go, all better now!" Bulma sighed shutting the power off. "Honestly, I don't know why mama decided to leave her watering can around like that! Come to think of it, I'm not sure how you even managed to get hold of it!"

Bulma raised Corset up into the air; the baby's tail flickering around. Bulma had seen her try to use it as an extra limb on more than one occasion however this had never worked; she'd dropped her bottle more times than Bulma cared to mention thanks to her tail!

It wasn't like she wasn't wary of it. Bulma knew the danger of her daughter having that tail; something she'd learned the hard way from her first adventures with Goku. The memory of him looking at the full moon that night was still clear in her mind. She took every precaution to make sure her daughter never saw the full moon. She'd naturally send her daughter to bed at an early time, make sure the black-out curtains didn't let any moonlight in and interfere with it with her daughter's nightlight. A bonus was that the moon's light didn't naturally pour through her daughter's window but Bulma was still taking extra precautions.

She'd kept her tail because as much as she knew of the dangers, Bulma couldn't seem to bring herself to having something of her daughter's cut off! Her motherly instinct was interfering and she knew it!

"Ma... Mama..."

Something snapped Bulma from her thoughts, something warm on her lap.

"Not again! I've already had to change once..." She'd spotted the wet patch through her daughter's clothing, her fresh new clothing she'd just put her into! With a sigh the heiress placed her wailing baby down and walked over to her stock of nappies.

It wasn't easy needing to balance being a mother and being the soon-to-be boss of a global corporation.

Age 758, 8th October

1 year, 4 months and 13 days old

The cat stared nonchalantly as it sat observing from the couch. Its eyes were fixated on the youngest member of its owner's family, watching as she stumbled and tried to find her footing once more. With relative ease Corset stood up and began to totter around her play-pen, babbling nonsensical words.

Her gaze fell on the cat. She charged towards it, running straight into the play-pen wall which knocked her back and off her feet!

The impact had startled her for the briefest of moments before she began to cry; her grandmother getting up and walking over to her, "Now what did I say about running too fast in the play-pen? You poor little dear..." She picked up her crying granddaughter and sat her down on her lap, bouncing her up and down. This quickly stopped Corset from crying.

"... Nana," Corset looked up at the blonde woman, "Hung'y."

"You're still hungry? You had your dinner under an hour ago sweetheart, I don't think your mother would like me feeding you more," Mrs Brief shook her head.

Corset shook her head, "Food, food, food!" She protested. "Food, food!"

Mrs Brief shook her head once more, this time with a sterner look. "You're not allowed any more food!"

"No, food!" Corset wailed. "Food, food, food! Nana, food!"

The constant protesting and the need screaming at her in her own mind made Mrs Brief contemplate an idea.

"... Don't tell your mama I gave you this..." She placed her granddaughter back in her play-pen and walked into the kitchen; Corset stood eagerly at the edge of the pen waiting for her grandmother to return with food, fingers gripping on the plastic railings. Indeed she did return with a bottle of milk. Corset's eyes lit up as she took the bottle from her and gulped the drink down.

"For someone who's only fourteen months old, you eat an awful lot and seem to take solids well," Mrs Brief noted. "Your mother wasn't so lucky you know, she only learned not to choke on food when she was twice your age!"

"Mama! Mama!" Corset cooed. "Mama!"

"Mama's working at the moment but she'll be finished soon," Mrs Brief replied.

It didn't take long for Corset to finish the drink, her grandmother taking back the empty bottle.

"I'll be right back." She rose to her feet and walked back into the kitchen, Corset watching as she vanished once again.

The grey cat which had been perched on the sofa pounced and landed softly on the floor inside of the play-pen, startling Corset and making her jump back a little. Cautiously the young toddler stared the cat down, watching it intensely as its green eyes watched her.

Showing little interest in her the cat turned and sat beside the railings of the pen.

Corset smiled and waddled towards it. "Kidi!" Her way of saying kitty blurted from her throat.

The sudden approach made the feline nervous and it leapt over the railings just before Corset could catch it, disheartening the toddler. She watched as the cat waltzed over towards the door, curious and wanting to follow. She wanted to examine the strange creature more.

Without much thought Corset clambered over the railings, knocking them down and landing on her hands in the process. Unlike earlier she did not cry, instead she kept on running, chasing after the cat and out of the room.

Mrs Brief's head appeared around the corner; she'd come to investigate the sudden crash.

The empty room sent a chill down her spine.

"... Where'd she go?"

The cat continued to slink across the corridor, aware it was being stalked by the curious toddler. Not too far behind, Corset was toddling after the feline, able to keep a decent pace despite her young age. She didn't want the kitty to get away from her; she wanted to play with it. "Kidi, kidi! Pway!"

The cat's pace suddenly quickened. To Corset's amazement the cat suddenly vanished below the floor! Curious and determined not to lose it, she continued to follow...

Something stopped the toddler.

Stairs.

Corset wasn't confident with stairs; it looked like a big drop to her. Her balance wasn't good. Even as she stopped she found herself having to support her weight against the wall.

She watched anxiously as the cat disappeared down the stairs, wanting to go after it but fearing the drop before her. The conflict inside was too much, tears began to well up in the overly-emotional girl as she slumped against the wall at the top of the stairs, one hand to her mouth in fear. It was too scary!

With a loud wail Corset began to cry, frustrated she couldn't get her own way and unable to deal with the conflict in interests.

It hadn't gone unheard.

"There you are! Corset! Corset darling, come over here!" Mrs Brief appeared, whisking the crying toddler off the floor and into her arms. "What have I told you about walking off like that?"

Corset leaned back to look at her grandmother, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. "Kidi..." She sobbed.

"Were you chasing kitty?" Mrs Brief asked, now walking the two of them back to the living room. "Kitty must not have wanted to play, he probably went to the garden to do some kitty-business! Aww wipe those tears, come on now, don't cry." She wiped the tears from her granddaughter's face. "Kitty will be back to play soon."

"... Kidi pway?" Corset sniffed up a line of snot falling from her nose, rubbing her face with her chubby hand and messing up her fringe.

"Of course," Mrs Brief nodded, relieved to see a ghost of a smile appear on her granddaughter's face. 'Still, she is a mobile little thing,' she added to herself.

Age 460, 2nd July

3 years, 1 month and 7 days old

The hot sun was beaming over the lawn of the large complex. Outside in the garden, Bulma and her family were having a barbeque. Yamcha and Puar were also around.

The large parasol was of particular interest to Corset; she found it strange that it blocked out the light coming from the big bright thing in the sky. She sat in the shade along with her grandfather, her colouring set and some paper with her. She'd stopped her drawing to look up at the pretty colours of the parasol...

"Looks like it's almost ready now," Bulma smiled.

"It smells delicious!" Puar replied.

"Usually Bulma's not the best of cooks but she always manages to out-do herself when it comes to barbeques!" Yamcha joked, bottle of beer in his hand.

Bulma shot the long-haired man an annoyed look before returning back to her food.

Dr Brief looked down to his three-year-old granddaughter who'd resumed her drawing. " What are you drawing, Corset?"

"Our howse," Corset answered.

"Oh! It's a very good picture of our house!" Dr Brief encouraged her. "It's very big, isn't it?"

"Very big howse," Corset nodded with a smile, reaching for the yellow felt-tip pen. "Lots of rooms! It's bigger than the other howses."

"That it is, that it is," Dr Briefs nodded.

Puar looked down at the small picture, "So, how old are you, Corset?"

"This much," Corset held up three fingers.

"How many fingers are you holding up, Corset?" Bulma prompted.

"Um..." Corset counted her fingers quietly, "... Thwee!"

"That's right, good girl!" Bulma cooed.

"She's a smart one," Dr Brief ruffled her daughter's hair affectionately. "She's going to be as smart as her mother soon!"

"Alright everyone, the drinks are ready," Mrs Brief called as she wandered from the house.

"Food's ready too, everyone dig in!" Bulma added.

They'd been at it for over an hour now. Corset'd been able to hear them through the walls of her room as she lay in her small bed, trying to get to sleep. She didn't really know why they were arguing.

One minute her mother and Yamcha seemed to be friends, and then the next moment they weren't. Corset hadn't seen much of it; her grandparents had taken her back indoors so she could do a little bit of reading and be sent to bed.

"... I can't believe you have the nerve to even show your face today!" Her mother's voice was muffled but Corset could make out the words. She sounded angry; Corset found it scary even if that anger was not directed at her! Her mama was scary.

"I told you already, I made a mistake Bulma! It's not like you've been totally innocent and loyal in all we've been through!"

"What the hell are you talking about?! I've never gone behind your back – in the ten years we have been going out with each other we've always broken up over something you did!" Her mother yelled.

"Bulma you had someone else's kid!"

There was silence.

A lot of silence.

Corset heard her mother mumble something quietly before she heard footsteps pass her door. She had no way of knowing that Bulma had asked Yamcha to leave, Yamcha had walked away, and now her mother lay slumped against the wall sobbing her eyes out...

It took a while but she finally managed to nod off to sleep.