Bulma cursed the cold floor of her lab. She cursed her swollen ankles. She briefly got angry with Vegeta for impregnating her again. But, that's hormones, which she also cursed. Despite these minor impediments, she was just about finished with a new project: a method of teleportation. Through the use of a pad which could be easily carried and deployed at a moment's notice, an object or person could be safely transported over great distances near-instantly. Who would have thought Goku would give me such inspiration, she thought. She opened her phone and made a call.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Trunks, I'm ready when you are."
"All set, Mom. I'm about sixty miles away. Good place to start."
Bulma placed an orange on the pad. "Here goes." She typed the command into the attached computer module and the orange disappeared.
"Mom, I'm holding the orange. It worked like a charm."
"You sound surprised. Anyway, head back home. That's enough for today."
"On my way."
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In the kitchen at Capsule Corp. HQ, Vegeta and Bra had finished their morning workout and were eating sandwiches when Bulma came in on them. "Got enough for one more?"
"Hi, Mama."
"Hi, honey. Hi, Big Man."
Vegeta snorted.
"Good morning to you, too."
"What's up, Mama?"
"Your brother and I were testing the teleporter. So far, it's a complete success."
At that moment, the phone rang. "I'll get it," Bra chirped, rising to her feet and crossing the kitchen. "Hello, Briefs residence."
"B-chan, it's me, Marron."
"Hi! How ya doing?"
"Do you think your folks could come out here to the Cetacean Institute?"
"Right now?"
"Soon as you can, please."
"What's going on, Marron? What could you have that we haven't seen before?"
"That's the trouble. I think we have seen it before."