Bulma's muscles burned as she pulled herself up the steep slope of fabric. The scientist preferred exercising her mind rather than her muscles, so climbing the fibers was no simple task.

She was a single stretched-arm away from reaching her destination when two large fingers pinched the back of her lab coat and tugged on her. Bulma clung to the fabric and began to cry out:

"No! Stop it! I was so close! You can't make me go back I don't want to be in there anymore! Let go!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and proceeded to pluck her from the spot below his shoulder that she had managed to reach. Using his remaining fingers, the prince pulled open the breast pocket of his pink button-up and unceremoniously dropped his wife into it. He then turned his attention back to eating the heap of food on their kitchen table as Bulma poked her head out of the shirt.

"Oh c'mon, the whole thing with Scratch was just a freak accident. If we just be more careful we'll be fine!" She folded her hands up to him, "Please don't make me sit in your stupid pocket for the rest of the day. It's boring!" The Saiyan continued devouring his meal, ignoring Bulma as she sulked, "You know I'm starting to think that this is some lame excuse for you to wear your Badman shirt. I knew you secretly liked it! Don't worry you'll be getting a lot more pink outfits from now on."

"Nonsense. It was the only shirt with a pocket."

"You know that's not true! Even your armor has pockets…" Bulma's eyes lit up as her husband presented to her the largest strawberry she had ever seen in her life. Practically drooling, she took the piece of fruit in her arms, "You know what, this isn't too terrible of a situation. My teenage self would have had all of her dreams fulfilled: eating a giant strawberry with her princely husband." She disappeared back into the pocket with her prize.

Finally, Vegeta could eat in peace, "I knew that would silence you. I'll be sure to carry a stash of those around."

Bulma surfaced again minutes later, satisfied with her modest lunch. She made sure to wipe her hands on the walls of the pocket and left a hoard of tiny strawberry seeds at the bottom as revenge for being forced into her pink prison. She noticed that her husband was rummaging through the fridge for more food, "Are you looking for more to eat?! Vegeta, you just cleared out the entire fridge! I know Saiyans have insane appetites, but Kami; you haven't even been training all day!"

It was true. The prince felt like he was more famished than usual despite the relatively inactive day he was having. He slammed the refrigerator door shut and walked out of the room, figuring he would just have to wait until Bulma's mother cooked dinner later.

Vegeta plopped down on the sofa of one of Capsule Corporation's many seating areas. Not only did he feel starved, but completely drained of energy altogether. Bulma wasted no time crawling out of his pocket and descending his torso with far more ease than before due to his reclined posture. He made no move to stop the stubborn woman as she hopped off of his leg and onto the cushion next to him.

Hands on her hips, she turned and smirked up at him, "See? I'll be right here next to you and it will be fine. What could possibly hurt me when I'm sitting this close to you?"

In an instant, the top half of Bulma's body was crushed under a dark blue boot with both of her legs still free to kick around. Vegeta recognized the perpetrator from the footwear and orange gi that now overwhelmed his vision.

A very oblivious Goku beamed down at him, his two fingers leaving his forehead to wave at him, "Yo!"

Goku was greeted back with a fist to his jaw, launching the younger Saiyan through the walls of Capsule Corporation until he came to a stop in a crater on their front lawn. The prince ignored the destruction, tending to his wife who was once again sitting in his hands, rubbing her eyes and looking rather disheveled.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. This isn't the first time I've been stepped on. The Micro Band makes me a bit more durable," she ran her fingers through her tousled pixie cut, "not that it helps my hair much."

Goku floated back into the room via the hole in the wall that his body had created seconds earlier, wincing and rubbing at his jaw, "Holy crap, Vegeta! I had no idea you could move that fast without powering up!"

Vegeta bared his teeth at the intruder, a vein bulging out of his head as he boiled in anger, "You- you stupid, dumbass… idiot!" he stumbled through his words trying to properly convey his rage while scowling at a perplexed Goku, "show some goddamn respect for peoples' privacy you impudent bastard! Your mindless teleporting could have killed Bulma!"

However, Goku had stopped listening to the elder Saiyan scolding him and was instead captivated by the small woman sitting in Vegeta's palms. The martial artist squatted next to the couch, grinning down at his oldest friend who stared daggers back at him.

"Whoa! Bulma! You look different! Did you lose weight or something?" he teased. He had to hold back his laughter as all the anger disappeared from the Saiyan prince's face, only to be replaced with a dumbfounded expression. Vegeta's too easy to mess with.

Bulma, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at the jest, "I mean, technically? I shrank myself with the Micro Band and it didn't want to grow me back." She huffed and crossed her arms at having to admit her own failure, "Now my dad is fixing it and I'm stuck like this until he's done."

Goku reached out to pick up the scientist but paused as Vegeta yanked her out of his grasp, growling at the other man. Goku blinked at his best buddy until his signature smile spread across his face once more, "Wait, you mean that size changing watch thingy? I thought you gave that to Master Roshi so he could spy on girls?"

"That's what he was using it for?!" Bulma shrieked, "I should have known that pervert would use the fruits of scientific brilliance for something so inappropriate!"

"Didn't you build the Dragon Radar so you could wish for a boyfriend and a bunch of fruit?" Goku peered down at her accusingly, "Wait a second... did you use your Shrinky Dink device to try and peek on Vegeta? You're more like the old man than I thought!"

"Goku, I don't know what kind of marriage you have but I certainly don't have to sneak a peek at my husband! And it's called a Micro Band!" Bulma shouted as she jumped to her feet, clenching her fists at her sides. Vegeta sat there looking both stunned and furious as Goku laughed innocently at the two, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck.

"Kakarot, did you come here just to be an idiot or is there a reason you're invading my home?"

The orange-clad Saiyan jumped to his feet and began stretching his arms, unable to sit still for much longer, "Well, I figured you'd might wanna spar before everyone else got here. That should give us about an hour or two to warm up." Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the statement and Bulma gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

"The reunion party! Oh Kami, I forgot all about it after everything that's been going on today!" she glared up at her husband, "Vegeta! Why didn't you remind me?!"

Her husband flinched at her irritation, "What?! Don't get mad at me, woman! I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Yeah, Bulma" Goku added, "You said to me, 'Don't tell Vegeta I'm inviting the Universe 7 team over for a reunion 'cause he would whine about having to show up. He always complains about us having these kinds of parties 'cause he's gotta giant stick up his butt.'" He quickly put his hands up as the older Saiyan scowled at him, "Her words, not mine! Wait, so does this all mean that I remembered a party that you forgot about?!" he grinned, "That's awesome!"

Bulma ignored her friend, staring off into the distance contemplating the situation, "I know Whis and Beerus will be here so I had my assistant take care of the catering. Hopefully she hasn't needed any help since somebody destroyed my phone earlier today, along with all of my lab." She kicked her husband's thumb to drive her point home; "Hopefully nobody was dying to use the gravity machine today. If you all want to spar we can always put up that force field we used when you and the other Trunks fought." Bulma suddenly cried out, bringing her hands to the side of her head.

Vegeta's body stiffened at his wife's sudden outburst, "What is it?! What's the matter with you?!"

"I have nothing to wear! All of my clothes are too big!"

The prince felt his eye twitch at her overreaction, "Woman, was it really necessary for you to scream like that? You're wearing clothes already, what exactly is the problem?"

"Because I don't wear the same things everyday like you two savages do! I have an image to uphold!" she began to pull at her clothes for emphasis, "I'm dressed in some old rags and a lab coat since I was just planning on cleaning today. Plus I smell like a shoe! I cannot be seen like this!"

Goku, only partially listening to her rant, was now doing side lunges in the middle of the room, "So does this mean we can spar now or not?"

Vegeta opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the woman in his hands, "No! He's busy with me right now! You have been very helpful, Goku, but please go get lost until the party starts!"

The martial artist shrugged, standing up and bringing two fingers to his forehead. Before disappearing he smiled down at his best buddy, "Have fun playing dress-up, Vegeta!" Then he was gone.

The prince stared at the now empty spot, having briefly considered tossing his wife to the side and escaping with Kakarot.

"Maybe I can contact my personal stylist to sew something up for me. She's pretty talented and fast but this might be too weird, even for her…" Dear gods, Vegeta did not want to be involved in anything fashion-related with his woman. What if she wanted him to take her to that dreaded mall place? If he refused, he would never hear the end of it, and it's not like he could just fly off to escape her wrath. He had to think of something quickly.

"…Why not just use the clothes you purchase for that Barbara woman?"

Bulma looked up at her husband quizzically, then understanding flooded her face, "Oh! You mean Barbie? That could work! She might be a bit too tall for me but I'm pretty sure Bulla has other dolls that are a bit smaller." Although Bulla was still too young to properly play with such toys, Bulma could not resist the urge to buy clutter that she thought their daughter would enjoy, even if she had to wait a few years to use it. "Omigosh this is so exciting! When I was little I always wanted to dress like my Barbies! And I would make them little clothes that looked like mine and it was so much fun! And then I would invent mini prototypes of vehicles and have the dolls test them out for me. Do you know how many Barbies perished a fiery death in failed experiments? This is going to be so cute! I could put on a little fashion show..." Vegeta stared down at her in horror as his wife could barely contain her excitement. What the hell did he get himself into…