I don't own DBZ blah blah blah.
The phone rung only once before Bulma was there to pick it up.
"Chichi hi!... Nope not today, but he said he might give me a call... Yeah in ten then."
Setting the receiver down on its base with a small clang she examined her finished appearance in the mirror that hung above the hallways phone. The tangled locks of hair from when she woke were now trained back into a neat pony tail sat on the top of her head, her face painted with foundation, mascara and lip gloss. Her uniform in its blue and pink fluffy skirt glory shining to even her bosses standards. Giving herself a small nod Bulma silently approved herself to be able to be seen in public for the day.
She had reached the top of the stairs before her mothers vice rung out telling her to hurry up and get down here for something to eat otherwise she'd be late for work. She stuck her tongue out at the disembodied voice before skipping two down two stairs at a time to the kitchen. The toast popped out of the toaster as she walked through the door way before her mother could reach for it Bulma had already grabbled the two slices in her hand.
"Don't just eat them with nothing on, its not healthy and it sure can't be tasty!" Bunny said voicing her disapproval at her daughters eating habits.
"I'm alive so far and I've never heard of killer toast mom." Bulma met her mothers stare as she shoved a whole pice into her mouth as if to prove her point that the toast was not going to end her life that morning. With the other slice still on one hand she moved in a circle around the room to collect her jacket and bag. "I'm meeting Chichi outside I'll finish my killer toast out there, I might be going with Yamcha after work for dinner so I'll see you later, kay?" Her hand waved around the door goodbye before it shut with a thud.
"She should be more careful with her toast, she might choke one day." Bunny turned to to her husband for reassurance.
"Yes but what can we do? If the girl wants to get killed by toast then thats what she wants Bunny." His answer was met with the same stare that Bunny had earlier given her daughter.
Outside the vast and white painted capsule corp building Bumla waited on one of its many small surrounding walls for Chichi's arrival. Her best friend had three minutes left according to Bulma's wrist watch, glancing away from the ticking second hand her body jumped at what stood before her waiting seat on the wall.
"I'm never late, why do you always check your watch?"
"I'm going to catch you out one day even if I have to do it by force." The two young women met eye to eye in a death stare for a moment before returning to reality with an out burst of giggles and admitting to each other that nether of them would be able to win that battle. Regaining their composure Chichi stuck her hand out offering a pull up to Bulma's sitting form. "Come on were going to be late if we carry on like this, you know how Mr Yechen gets."