It wasn't, isn't, easy raising a girl like Bulma. Or Tights. Strong willed, free spirits. Both of my girls are that way. I know people brush me off sometimes, I let them think I'm an airhead. It's easier to gather details when people dismiss you, trust me I know much more than they think.
For instance, I knew sweet Yamcha was doomed the moment that handsome Vegeta landed on our lawn. He and Bulma are written in the stars, I have a nose for these things.
I know a lot of people judge the way I raised my girls, Tights graduating so early and her adventures with Jaco, and Bulma looking for Dragon Balls with that adorable Goku when she was just 16. But I knew what my girls were capable of, are still capable of. They are smart, fierce, beautiful. Some of that they get from their dad, but most of it comes from me.
I raised them to go for what they wanted and they have never disappointed me. True their paths look very different than my own, and the domestic skills I possess certainly skipped them, but I couldn't be prouder of either of my girls. I miss Tights, she's gone far too often, but that's the flip side of raising such an independent spirit.
Bulma comes and goes, adventure pulling her like a dandelion in the wind. But she always comes back, she has too much invested in Capsule Corp and her inventions here to ever really leave.
People ask me how I stay so happy and bubbly all the time, what with the world seeming to always be in mortal danger and whatnot. The truth is, I don't worry because my girls are the ones the strongest in the universe come to for help. Why would I worry, I trust how I raised them.
Even now, as Bulma and her friends prepare for the Androids, I don't worry. She will help them overcome. She's already helping that nice Vegeta. He's so strong and regal.
I spot my wonderful hubby out on our balcony. He teases me, "You were awful handsy with our Saiyan houseguest tonight."
"Oh you! You know I prefer brains over brawn. Now put out that cigarette and come to bed." He does what I ask, he always does, my good doctor.
I giggle as he fluffs my hair, and I settle my head against his shoulder. "I wouldn't be surprised if we have a grandbaby around here soon."
"I thought Yamcha and Bulma were on a break again?"
"Not Yamcha, our handsome Saiyan friend."
His eyebrows drift up, "Hmmm they hardly speak to each other. And when they do it's mostly bickering."
"Trust me honey, It's there. They have it. That same spark we had when we first met. Remember?"
"I remember being confused and suspicious of the far too beautiful woman who kept bossing me around and who saved my life."
"Sound familiar?" I wait for him to hear what he's said.
He chuckles then, "Hmmm we will have to keep an eye on those two."
As if on cue we hear yells coming from the hall. They fight like cats and dogs, but I know better. I see it for what it is. He challenges her and she loves it. No one has ever spoken to her like that, and I dare say the same is true for him. She infuriates him and he loves it.
We listen to their shouts, he's complaining about the Gravity Chamber and the bots and she's telling him he's pushing himself too hard. She screams his name in frustration and he makes that cute little "Tch" noise of his. Then, it goes quiet. I know what that silence means. They are seeing each other as if it's the first time.
I snuggle closer to my sweet Dr. Briefs and close my eyes. I will be a GamGam within a year. And I can not wait.