Disclaimer: This is for Silversun, who really wanted this chapter. I was gonna wait until summer to update (school is kicking my ass), but well here you go. Enjoy.

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Daughter

"You know when you told me you had a daughter, I expected someone Trunks' age," Bulma remarked as she took a sip of her tea. They had settled in a more private area of the building while Kagome had gone to check on Trunks.

Yamcha snorted and bitterly replied, "You know when her mother called me seven years ago, I had thought so too."

"Well you guys seem pretty close now," Bulma replied, trying to comfort him.

"Not as much as I'd like. I feel like there's something she's been keeping from me," Yamacha grumbled as he stared into his drink.

"Well have you told her everything about your own past?"

"Just the basics," he replied with a shrug.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Well here you go. Just spend the day together. Get to know her and let her get to know you."

"You think that'll be enough," Yamacha asked. He really would enjoy a day with just the two of them, but from his past experiences with women, it was usually never enough. And he sadly did not know his daughter enough to know what she would prefer.

"You're right," Bulma agreed with a shake of her head. "You need to get her something special."

Before she could start offering any ideas Trunks came running into the room, Kagome following close behind looking amused.

"Hey mom, I finished my homework. Can Kagome and I go get some ice cream," Trunks excitedly asked.

Bulma held back a giggle as she nodded yes.

Gohan landed right in front of Capsule Corps. The watch Bulma had designed for him was glitching and he wanted her to check it out before he donned the Saiyaman uniform again.

Walking into the massive building, he easily navigated the halls to find Bulma. He wasn't too surprised to see Yamcha there as well. Despite their turbulent past relationship, the two had found they made much better friends than they ever had as a romantic couple.

"Hey Bulma, Yamcha," he cheerfully greeted the two.

Yamcha stood up to clasp the teenager fondly on the back. "Gohan, how's it going?"

"Fine thanks," he replied before turning to the blue haired genius. "I actually came by to see if Bulma wasn't too busy."

"What do you need?"

Pulling out his watch, Gohan handed it to her and explained, "It's been on the fritz lately. I was wondering if you could take a look at it."

"No problem, just five me a sec," Bulma replied as she accepted the watch and wandered out the room to grab her tools.

"So," Yamcha started, attempting to fill the silence. "How's school going?"

"Orange Star's not too bad," he replied noncommittally with a shrug.

At that, the older fighter perked up. "You go to Orange Star?"

"Yeah," he wearily replied, not too sure where this was going and unsure if he should get involved. His mom had warned him away from the baseball player.

"That's great. My daughter starts there Monday. Do you think you could show her around," Yamcha excitedly bombarded the teen.

"Sure," Gohan managed to squeak out.