Bulma walked to the phone and dialed: 294-365-9877, and waited for the pick-up. And finally it came.
"Hello? How may I help you today?" A man asked. Bulma wondered if she should continue or stop it here and now. ' I could try to fix this myself,' she thought. ' we could make up and everything would be fine... But it'll happen again, if you don't stop it...' And so she answered.
"Um... Well... I was wondering if you were open for marriage counseling..." She was going to say: " I was wondering if you were open for divorces" but she decided if she could actually change this for the the man replied," yes, we are open for about...2 hours."
"Okay, I would like a session for tomorrow afternoon at 1:00, is that ok?"
"Perfect! Ok, now I just need your names..." And the man waited for a reply.
"Bulma and Vegeta briefs." Bulma replied.
"Righty-o!"
"Ok bye."
"Have a good day ma'am!" And the man hung up.
Bulma sighed. "It's done..."
"Oh...mi god! Oh mi god! Oh mi god! Oh mi god! Oh mi god!" Trunks screamed as he ran around in circles.
"Mom why did ya do it man?! You sick witch!"trunks exclaimed.
"But it's going to help our relationship Trunksy!"
"But dad just got you and him a reservation at ya favorite resturaunt! YOU DUMMY!"he yelled.
"He made reservations? Really?!" She said, thinking there really wasn't a need to call the marriage counseling place. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope. But it was only a hope...