Smack

Vegeta stirred when a tiny slap hit him between the eyes. His brows furrowed together as an insistent noise roused him further from his sleep until he was conscious enough to peek one eye open.

He was lying on his stomach, half of his face buried in the pillow while the other half was exposed to the abuse of his sleeping wife, who apparently made herself comfortable right next to him overnight. It seemed that she was the source of the assaults to his face and ears; one of her arms rested between his brows, a leg contorted the top of his lip, and her snoring filled the air with a volume that shouldn't be possible for something her size.

The prince knew he would never get a moment's peace so long as he lived on this planet. We have a king size bed and you're the size of a bug, yet somehow you still manage to harass me in your sleep. Vegeta had become accustomed to his wife's bedtime habits over the years. He simply held her at night so she was unable to kick or punch him in their sleep; an action she argued was cuddling while he referred to it as deterrence.

The snoring, however, required him to untrain his brain from waking up to the smallest of disturbances- a necessary skill to have during his time serving Frieza. If he wasn't sensitive to other beings' energies, he was certain that an assassin could back a dump truck into their room before taking their lives, and they'd be completely unaware.

Careful not to disturb his- graceful- wife, the Saiyan sat up in bed, still feeling both exhausted and sore from the events of the day before. The strain he felt on his body was comparable to that of his first few years on Earth, back when he would spend days in the gravity chamber trying to achieve his Super Saiyan form. It was a bizarre feeling, like finding a new muscle to exercise that had gone neglected over the years. Imagine if I had worn these while actually training, the prince thought to himself, staring down at his hands.

"I know what you're thinking, and it's not happening. I'm having my employees destroy the other models."

Vegeta hadn't noticed that the snoring stopped. He turned to the woman still lying on the pillow, one dark eyebrow raised at her.

Bulma responded with a questioning look of her own, "What? Do you not remember what I said yesterday? You were pretty out of it. I was going to get more bands in a few days but I'm happy to tell your irresponsible butt that that's not happening." She crossed her arms and huffed indignantly, "You probably don't even remember rolling over on me last night."

Vegeta opened his mouth to argue with her first point, only to stumble over his words at the surprise of her second, "Rolled over… no I didn't!"

"Yes you did! I'm the one that almost died, I think I would know!" Bulma watched as her Saiyan turned away. Although she couldn't see his face, his ears warming to a scarlet color indicating that he was blushing, which she couldn't help but giggle at.

"…I should have taken better care of you. I wasn't exactly functioning normally yesterday… usually I don't move when I sleep… I guess I assumed you would be alright-"

"Ugh! You think I can't take care of myself?!" Bulma scoffed at the very Vegeta-like 'apology,' upset that he seemed to think she was completely helpless, "I'm fine you dork. Besides… it was mostly my fault anyway."

"…How…" It was more of a demand for her to speak than a question, as the tone in the heiress's voice sounded guilty.

She grinned, however, clearly unashamed of what she was about to admit; "Well, I was cold and wanted to cuddle with you so I crawled to lay on your chest. But then I was bored and I realized I was basically laying on a bed of muscles and this would be my only chance to do this, so I started rolling around like I was in a flower field and I guess that irritated you and you rolled over on top of me and squished me, but honestly I was totally fine with it-"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Vegeta looked mortified as he interrupted her prattling. His wife blushed, cradling her face in her hands.

"Oh don't worry sweetie, being smothered by your bod would definitely have been in my top ways to go. If I didn't have a bunch of babies to take care of I would have been 100% okay with it! But I got out alright and just cozied up to your cute face."

Vegeta groaned, burying his face in his hands, as the scientist behind him burst out laughing, "Please never violate me in my sleep again, you bizarre, vulgar human."

"Oh please, as if you don't love waking up to me s-"

The conversation was interrupted by a mechanical knock on the door. After exchanging glances, Vegeta stood up and walked over, opening the door to a servant bot waiting in the hall.

"Delivery for Mr. Vegeta." The bot stated impassively as a compartment on its body opened, revealing what looked to be a small ring box.

"I'm guessing this is from your father?" Vegeta addressed Bulma as he took the box from the robot.

"Negative, sir. I am 98% certain that robots do not engage in reproduction." The bot scurried down the hall as the prince stared after it before turning to the scientist on the bed, unimpressed.

"…It's an older model."

"That Gero bastard could create monsters that rivaled Frieza, and that's your family's answer to him?"

"Hey! We invented capsules, not AI. Besides, the bots work fine, but if you want, I could make a whole bunch of them that could break both your arms again since you admire Gero's work so much!"

It was a risky thing to say considering Bulma's only means of getting back to normal lay literally in the palm of her husband's hand. She laughed innocently as he stared coldly at her, "So I guess you wanna hand me that box now, huh?"

Vegeta continued staring at her, deep in thought, before turning his attention to the container in his hand, "You were saying earlier that you had more of those devices on the way in a few days, no?"

She blinked at this unexpected conversation, "…Excuse me?"

He turned his attention back to her, a sadistic grin etched across his face, "Maybe I should hold onto the Micro Band and keep you like this until I get what I want. I don't need you to go off and destroy those bands, and it should only be for a few days. Do you think your employees will drop them off here?"

Stunned, Bulma stared back at the Saiyan prince while searching for something to say. He wouldn't actually leave her like this, would he? For some stupid bracelets? What emotion should she even be feeling right now? Anger? Yes definitely anger.

Bulma was unable to end the silence as Vegeta burst out into laughter first. Still grinning, he tossed the box onto the bed, "I'm just messing with you, woman. You should have seen the look on your face."

"Hey! I thought you were really going to leave me like this!" the tiny woman pouted as she scurried over to the package. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Yes, because it has been such a treat dragging you around at this size. I love wasting my time chasing cats and playing dress up when I could be getting stronger in the gravity room."

"Aw, come on hon, it was a little fun," Bulma heaved the top of the container open. Sure enough, it appeared to be a simple ring box with a brand new Micro Band sitting upright in the ring slot. The scientist rushed to latch it around her wrist and hurried to the center of the bed, looking up excitedly at her husband, "Alright! Drum roll please!"

"…"

"Fine, you're no fun." She placed an index finger on the large red button, took a deep breath, and pressed down.

Nothing happened. Again.

"It didn't work."

"Really, Vegeta? Really? I hadn't noticed. Thank you for your very insightful observation!" Bulma began rapidly pressing the button on the face of the band before a large hand slapped the bed next to her. She shrieked and then glared up at the Saiyan, "What was that for?!"

"Last time you did that you almost lost an arm. Stop panicking and think through this. You're too smart to act like that."

The tiny woman sniffed, still feeling awfully panicked, "Ok…"

After examining the band and finding it in perfect condition, the scientist crawled back over to the box looking for any clues as to what may have went wrong with her invention. Eventually she noticed a piece of paper poking out from where the Micro Band had been. She smiled sheepishly up at her husband.

"Uh… there may have been a small note included." Vegeta rolled his eyes as Bulma unfolded the paper to reveal a sloppily written letter made just for her size.

Bulma,

Here is the finished Micro Band. Do not be alarmed if it doesn't work right away. I adjusted the settings so that your size will double over the course of each hour. Since you have been small for so long and because of your old age, I figured that would be less of a shock for you. You're welcome in advance.

Dad

"What did it say?" Vegeta asked as his wife began to angrily tear the note into shreds.

"Oh, not much. My dad's not as brilliant of a scientist as I am so he couldn't program an immediate transformation," she lied, "It's going to take… a little over four hours for me to get back to normal." She clapped her hands together, smiling, while Vegeta looked rather annoyed, "So we're going to have fun for my last few hours at this size!"

"…How…"

"Trunks, we're going to die here. It feels like I haven't eaten in years."

Trunks had his face buried in his hands, feeling both restless and irritated by his friend's insistent complaining, "Goten, we only missed breakfast. And I heard you the last eight billion times."

"I think I'm gonna piss all over the couch, Trunks, I have to go so bad. Your dad would be fine with me getting up so the couch doesn't get covered in pee, right?"

"Goten, I don't care what you do. You heard him as much as I did."

"But I don't want him to kill me! Can't you-" Goten's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he stared past Trunks, who turned around to see his father casually walking into the room.

"Vegeta!"

"Dad!"

"What?" The older man stared back at the boys, looking as nonchalant as ever.

Trunks spoke up, unsure of how to address his father's overly casual behavior, "Uh, can we get up now?"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the question, "Did your ass finally attach itself to the couch like I kept saying it would? Why are you asking me?"

Now it was Goten's turn to speak up, "You said we had to stay here! Or we would never be able to leave the couches again! Don't you remember?!" Vegeta stared thoughtfully ahead of himself before responding.

"Oh yea. I suppose I did say that..."

"So can we leave?!" the boys asked in unison.

"…No."

The prince smirked as the teens began to gripe and whine. Trunks was ready to beg his father to stop being such a dick when a tiny mop of blue hair popped out of his shirt pocket. The half-Saiyan stared in bewilderment as a miniature version of his mom nagged at his annoyed father, while a distracted Goten continued to beg for the bathroom.

Vegeta finally rolled his eyes and spoke up, "Your mother says you can go." With that he walked away and Goten flew from his seat, calling dibs on the bathroom and leaving Trunks alone to contemplate what exactly he had just witnessed.

The teen eventually stood from the couch and followed his father's energy into the kitchen, finding the full-blooded Saiyan rummaging through the pantry. "Uh, hey dad, you want to explain to me what the hell is going on here?"

Vegeta turned around, his arms full of ramen, cupcakes, and other types of junk food, "I'm eating."

Trunks shook his head, "Ok, you know that's not what I'm talking about. What the hell was that thing in your pocket?"

"That's no way to speak about your mother."

"Moth-" Trunks stopped in his tracks after following the Saiyan to the stove. There on the table, sure enough, sat his other parent, three inches tall and waving at him, "-er?"

"Hi Trunks!"

Their son stood frozen in the center of the kitchen, before rushing over to his mom and kneeling before the table to be at eye level with her, "What the hell happened to you?! Why are you like this?! How long have you been like this?! Are you okay?!"

"Ugh! Why do people keep asking me that!" Bulma stubbornly crossed her arms and turned her head to the side, "well I'm done answering that question! Sweetheart, I'm fine, alright? Your dad's been taking care of me!"

"Oh dear god."

"Seriously! He's been caring for me like a baby!"

" Oh dear god."

Vegeta growled, "Hey- I've been a good 'irresponsible-wife-sitter'."

"You have, honey! The cat only got ahold of me once!"

Trunks felt as if he were about to faint, "Why are you all being so casual about this! Aren't you doing anything to get back to normal?!"

"Sure we are. But right now I'm going to eat as much junk food as I can because when I return to normal size none of it will go to my waist."

Vegeta brought to the table an open pack of strawberries and cupcakes as water boiled in a pot behind them. Trunks stared as his parents casually picked at the snacks, "Is this entire family insane?! Or am I crazy for thinking you all should be a bit more freaked out by this?"

"Oh wow! Cupcakes!" Goten strolled into the kitchen and helped himself to the food on the table. Trunks stared at his friend in disbelief.

"Goten, are you blind or something?!"

"Hm?" Goten looked around before his eyes landed on his friend's mother, "Oh, hey Bulma! Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Hi Goten! You hungry?"

"I'm always hungry!"

"Well we can make some ramen for you as well," Bulma turned to her son, who was looking defeated from his place on the ground, "Trunks, honey, do you want any ramen?"

Is everyone here crazy but me?

Trunks sighed, and joined everyone else at the table. "Sure, why not."