This idea came when I thought… what if Bulma and Bruce were childhood friends. So Bruce maybe just a tad bit oc when he's with her.

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Bruce was, for once in his life, enjoying a slow morning off. He didn't have to be in the office until one and he gets to spend a nice breakfast with Dick, talking about any and everything. But then his cellphone rung, cutting off Dick and who was describing one of his home work projects he had to do.

He scowled, having a half a mind to ignore the thing-… but no. This was his personal cell where only a select few had this number, so it must be important. Sighing and giving his son a sheepish look, he answered without looking at the ID. "Hello?"

"WHY DON'T YOU PICK UP YOUR PHONE?!"

Both Father and son winched at that screech.

"I have been calling you and texting you for the last week and you haven't responded. What's the matter with you Bruce? Too busy with your stupid bimbos, you can't call back an old friend?"

The billionaire pinched his eyebrows together. Of all the people to call, it had to be her.

"Are you listening to me?!"

"Of course Bulma. I would be a fool not to." He said wearily as he pictured her angry face.

Bulma and Bruce go way back; their families were friends so they grew up together side by side in the crib. Even after his parents died and he pushed everyone away expect for Alfred, she still came to visit him. He could snap at her and she'll snap right back, but she wouldn't leave him alone.

Though they have grown apart over the years, with her new family and him fighting in streets of Gotham, she still checks up on him. That was just the kind of person she was and he would never admit this to her face but she one his precious people.

"Don't patronize me." She snapped.

His son gave him a pitying look, but it failed when he grinned.

Bruce glared at him. "I'm not." He heard her sighing over the phone.

"Anyway, I called you for a reason. Do you know what tomorrow is?"

This was a trick question. He thought quickly before a light bulb shined over his head. "It's your birthday."

Dick gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh so you do remember sometimes. So I'll be seeing you tomorrow at my party then."

He groaned internally. He should've never picked up the phone. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was her parties. Well it wasn't so much her parties, it was her friends. They were… eccentric to put it politely.

And her husband, one of the most uncaring and rude person he ever met. Sometimes he wished she stayed with Yamcha. At least he wouldn't have abandon her when she was pregnant. Usually he would just send a gift and be done with it, but it looks like this time she wasn't having it. He hasn't been to one of her parties since she broke up with Yamcha and that was years ago.

I have a meeting with Dick's tutor tomorrow."

His son gave him a look as to say, 'don't bring me into this.'

"Reschedule. I want to see you and him tomorrow." Her tone broke no argument.

"Bulma-"

"No, I want you here! No excuses. If you don't I'll hack into your bank account and donate all your money to charity."

She would do it too. The last time he pissed her off, he ended up funding something that will not be named. It was best not even to think about it. "Fine." He said curtly.

"Great! The party starts at noon, so I'll see you and Dick tomorrow. Make sure to bring me a present. An expensive one."

'Demanding witch.' He thought fondly.

"Also bring a friend. No bimbos please."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll see what I can do." He could feel her smile across the phone.

"You better. I gotta go, important meeting to get to. Tell Dick I said hi since I know he's listening in."

His son smirked.

"Bye Bulma." He hung up before she demanded more from him.

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To be continued…

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