A/N: I am glad to say have been asked to continue this story. Concept created by Charismatic Beauty. The first seven chapters were written by Ultimate Lucy Fan. I will be finishing the story after that point using the given prompts. This story takes place in Dragon Ball GT. I do not own this story, nor do I own Dragon Ball GT. The original concept belongs to Akira Toriyama, and the anime was made by

Toei Animation.

"Ahh!" Bulma squealed as she tumbled into the kitchen, her small frame falling to the floor as groceries scattered all around her. Bulma and her daughter Bra, had just gotten back from a shopping trip, but with the way her mother had been lately, it shouldn't have been a surprise she fell.

Bulma had started drinking, excessively since the death of her Father. She looked up to the man so much, so when he died, her world seemed to shatter around her.

"Bulma!" The voice of her son, Trunks thundered through the room.

"Seriously? You dropped the groceries again? What happened? Can't you do anything right anymore?" The violet-haired man looked disdainfully through his short bangs at his Mother, not that he ever called her by that word anymore.

No, ever since she had collapsed into alcoholism, Trunks had lost all respect for the woman he once looked upon as the most intelligent person on the planet, and a true role model if there ever was one. Now, now he called her Bulma, because he didn't see that woman anymore, she had died with his Grandfather, there was just Bulma now, clumsily failing to fill her own mighty shoes.

Rushing to her Mother's side, Bra started picking up the various objects that her Mother had dropped. Looking up at her big brother, she gave him her angriest scowl.

"Don't be so mean to Mom, Trunks!" She may have been by far the weakest of the saiyan hybrids, but she still possessed the warrior race's fire.

"Whatever, Bra." Trunks waved her off as he turned away from the pair.

"Go ahead and help her ruin things some more. I'm sure she'll appreciate it." With that he left the kitchen, shaking his violet head slowly from side to side.

Stumbling in like that; how typical!

"Trunks…" Bulma whimpered, more to herself than her estranged son, as tears welled in her eyes. She wished he loved her even a fraction of what he used to.

It's like he hates me…

"Mom, can you come and help me with dinner?" Bra asked her Mother with a smile, the same radiant smile that Bulma once saw her son give her, all those years ago.Tears still in her eyes, Bulma stood up, sloppily brushing herself off, she stood next to her daughter and started chopping vegetables.

Even if Trunks hates me…She turned to look at her beautiful young daughter. At least you still love me, Bra… She stared at her daughter a while longer, she looked so much like her Mother when she was her age it was startling.

Catching her eye, Bra turned to face her, her brilliant smile quickly sweeping across her face as she returned her Mother's affection.

"What is it, Mom?" She asked, closing her eyes as she smiled at her.

"Oh, it's nothing." Bulma looked away again, returning to her work as the fourth member of their little family made his long awaited appearance.

"What on Earth is going on in here?" The Prince of all Saiyans stormed into the kitchen, having just come from his usual bouts of training in the gravity room, he was covered in sweat, his naked torso glimmering as he moved through the light.

Bra immediately left her Mother's side, running over to her Father.

"Oh, don't worry, Daddy! I just spilled some groceries, but Mom cleaned it up." She planted a soft kiss on her Father's hard cheek. The fact that Bra had taken a bullet for her did not miss Bulma's ears; she softly smiled into her cooking.

"For the hundredth time, girl; I told you not to do that." He barked at her, his hand wiping her kiss off his cheek.

"Come on, Daddy, it was just a kiss, don't be such a grumpy old man!" She stuck her tongue out playfully, giving him her best mean look, although to him it just looked cute, even though he would never admit it.

"Do it again, and you'll be training with this "old man" for a week." He looked victoriously at her shocked face before leaving the kitchen, his signature frown returning once more.

"Uhh, Vegeta?" Bulma called after her husband. "We'll call you when dinner's ready." Her nervousness was evident in her voice.

"Whatever, woman. Just keep the girl from breaking things again. At least it's not you for a change." He chuckled to himself. The man didn't see his wife as Trunks did, he just didn't appreciate his daughter making a fool out of him with her ridiculous kisses, the fallout being directed at anyone within his line of sight.

It's like I can do nothing right anymore… Bulma thought.

Seemingly reading her Mother's mind, Bra hugged her arm. "It's okay, Mom. "I don't think you break everything."

Looking down at her daughter's smiling face; Bulma could feel some of her sadness fading away. "You're right, sweety; I love you too."