The chair gently rotated to a stop as Bulma adjusted to her new size and position. She sat with her legs ahead of her in the center of the cushioned seat, taking in the new world that had grown before her eyes. Miniaturizing herself while on top of a piece of furniture wasn't the best decision she had made that day, but it certainly wasn't the worst.

Bulma had been her new height for no more than a few seconds when she heard an explosion coming from another part of the building, followed by what sounded like a jet nearing her lab. She braced herself for the impending crash that tended to follow such circumstances.

Vegeta burst through the entrance, breaking down the entire wall and causing nearly every glass instrument in the room to shatter. Bulma curled up, squeezing her eyes shut as debris pelted the backrest of her chair, which was thankfully facing away from all of the commotion. Eventually the roomed settled down barring the sound of stomping feet and growling echoing off the walls.

Bulma peeked an eye open to see her surroundings illuminated by a blue light. Her now building-sized chair and desk inhibited her view of the lab from their location at the center of the room. Not that it mattered; she knew her husband was now standing just ahead of her workstation at full power, ready to battle for Kami knows what reason.

Well she would certainly give him a reason. The scientist let out an exasperated growl of her own at the realization that his mindless actions had ruined the lab she had just been organizing. Not that I had made a lot of progress in the first place, she thought to herself, but she was over her prince acting like a brute at every single inconvenience.

Meanwhile, in the center of the lab, a blue-haired Saiyan stood ready to fight the next thing that dared to provoke him. Vegeta's eyes scanned the room for any hint of what had occurred only seconds earlier, his glare intense enough to destroy whatever was unfortunate enough to cross it.

His body perked up at a sound familiar enough to not evoke a ki blast from the prince. In fact it was more than familiar, albeit a lot shriller. A slight sense of dread crept up on him, his mind warning him to flee from the imminent nagging that followed a sound like that. He turned his head towards the main desk in the laboratory.

"…Bulma?"

The table responded with a set of shrieks, though his Saiyan senses were only able to pick up a few curse words. Vegeta warily approached his wife's workstation and poked his head around the corner, finding a very tiny and very pissed off Bulma standing in the center of her chair, hands on her hips, staring daggers at the man that now towered over her.

"Did you hear me, Vegeta?! Do you know how much work I had finished before you came barreling in here like some meteorite from hell?! Why do you always do this? What could possibly be your reason for destroying our home and, more importantly, my entire day?!"

Vegeta stood dumbfounded, not processing a word his now doll-sized wife was screaming at him. He pointed a finger at her. "You… you're… why…"

The scientist raised an eyebrow as her normally stoic husband struggled to make a full sentence. She squeaked and fell onto her rear when he was suddenly at eye level with her, kneeling on the ground, back to his typical murderous expression. Well at least we know he isn't broken… well, no more than he was before.

"Who did this to you? Where are they now?"

Bulma blinked at his question before a smug grin spread on her face. She stood up once again, staring the Saiyan into... well one of his eyes, ready to gush over her timeless brilliance. "I'll give you three clues to guess who did this: she's stunning, brilliant, and an absolute queen." She did a less than graceful twirl, showing off her new stature. "Your wife has been a criminal since her teenage years, cause I've always enjoyed breaking the laws of physics!"

Vegeta's expression was unreadable, "You did this… on purpose."

"Of course I did it on purpose! What do you think I am, an idiot?!" Bulma extended her arm, showing off the Micro Band. "I made this when I was no older than 17 so I could purposely make myself this size."

"So your already pathetic power level disappears completely, and I fly in here to find that you have intentionally made yourself more vulnerable than ever."

Bulma was about to argue, but instead her eyes lit up, "You flew in here like a moron because you were worried about me?" Forget about the lab; her husband could break all the equipment he wanted if he was going to act this cute.

Vegeta sat back and crossed his arms as a hint of pink dusted his face, "Fix your self. Now. This version of you infuriates me."

She rolled her eyes, "There's nothing to fix. Do you think I made myself this size without having a way to get back to normal?"

"Now, woman!"

"Fine! Kami, did I marry a Saiyan prince or a drama queen?" Bulma dramatically presented the face of the watch to her unimpressed husband. "Watch and learn, Vegeta, the extent of your wife's genius!" She pushed the red button that would revert her to her normal size.

Nothing happened.

The Saiyan's scowl softened, "Is it... supposed to take a while?"

"N-No…" Bulma brought the band to her face, "It's working, obviously, it must just need a second…" she pushed the button again, "it's a little old. Age will do this to any great invention, though." She furiously pushed the button repeatedly and cried out as sparks burst from the face of the watch.

Vegeta's hands twitched, eager to help his wife and yet hesitant of the new gap in both size and power. "Get rid of the damn thing, Bulma!"

Bulma tore the gadget off her wrist and launched it across the chair. It landed between the two as smoke began to seep from its crevices. The couple stared at it before turning their attention to each other.

"You idiot! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I'm the idiot?! You don't even know how to use the damn door!"

"I didn't use the door because you were in here being an idiot!"

"I- ugh," Bulma took a deep breath, composing herself. Priorities, Bulma. Fix this now- argue with Vegeta later. "Look, I think I can get the Micro Band to work," she lied. The heiress hobbled across the unsteady cushion and pinched the strap of the band, lifting the smoldering piece of tech. She turned to her husband, "Just help me out and put me on my desk."

Vegeta balked at her, "You want me to pick you up?"

"No, I want you to throw me at the wall as hard as you can." She crossed her arms, "Yes! Obviously I need you to pick me up! Unless you plan on using telekinesis that's how I expect you to get me from point A to point B." The longer Bulma was forced to wallow in the failure of her invention, the more impatient she became.

Vegeta glanced between his wife, her desk, and the wreckage of her lab. His eyes landed on an empty cardboard box that he reached for and offered to the mini scientist.

"Get in this."

A perplexed Bulma stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Woman, you're weak enough at your normal state, let alone now. I don't want to have to tell our children you died because you decided to make yourself into an insect and I accidentally crushed you. I will take you to your father. Unlike you, he can actually use tools to fix your mess because he hasn't hindered his own abilities by testing out toys made by foolish girls." He shot Bulma an accusatory look.

"I'm not foolish! I'm probably the most brilliant being you have ever met!"

"Which makes your actions all the more baffling."

Somewhat content with that response, Bulma leapt into the bin, sliding along the side until she reached the bottom. When she was settled Vegeta stood up, holding the box containing his wife like she was a kitten for sale. He had forgotten about the training device wrapped around his wrists that continued to restrain his power. Good, that would help him to move more gently.

"There's a blueprint somewhere on the table that my dad could use. Grab it before we go." He rummaged through the papers, finding a sketch far sloppier than what his wife was capable of now. He tucked it under his arm and carried them both out of the lab.

Bulma beamed up at her hubby, "I'm pretty adorable at this size, don't you think?"

The prince peered down at her, "You look, sound, and act like a pest." She responded by sticking her tongue out, and settled into the box.