"Mama, what are we doing? Where is papa and Trunks?" Bulla said as she followed her mother in her little yellow dress with pink polka dots.

"We are doing laundry today sweety, because your father and brother decided to go meet up with Goku and his family for a little tournament." Bulma said as they walked into Trunks' room and started picking up clothes and putting them in his hamper.

"But why couldn't I go with them too, mama? I like watching them fly around in the air. Papa said that I'll be able to do that one day too!" She said as she squeezed her dolly close to her chest.

"Yes when you get older your daddy will be able to teach you a few tricks. Eew this is so gross why can't he put this in the trash" Bulma said as she picked up a lunch bag that had rotten food in it. "Anyways, Bulla, we agreed that you can start learning to fly when you are six."

"Six." Bulla counted on her hands stopping at her age, with four fingers on one hand and counted to six on her other hand. "One, two, so that means two years? Right mommy?"

Bulma turned around from reaching under Trunks' bed to get some clothes he had pushed under it. She smiled at her daughter 'It seems both my children got my brains' she thought. "Yes darling, in two years. You are so smart."

"Thank you." She replied as she stood a little taller. Bulma laughed to herself because of the way her daughter resembled her husband so much in stature but not in looks. She had the arrogance of him and the looks that could kill yet she possessed the beauty of her mother even at this young of an age.

"Alright one room down, two more to go. Let's go little princess, we need to go get your dirty clothes now." They walked down the hallway to Bulla's room holding hands. Bulma had a device that hovered behind them to carry all the clothing. Unfortunately she still was having trouble getting the robot to only pick up clothing so she still had to go from room to room. She didn't mind today especially because she had the company of her daughter.

"Can we play with my doll house after you put the clothes on the robot?"

"No, we'll do that after we get some of the clothes clean."

"But that's not fair, mommy." Bulla said crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes into a killer stare. "I want to play."

Bulma turned around with a sigh. If she wasn't arguing with Vegeta about something, she was arguing with their daughter. She had so much fight in her, and about everything. It could be her favorite meal in the whole world, but it was the end of the world if her mother or father put it on her plate the wrong way. The worst was when Vegeta and Bulla would get into it. Never did they think that a four year old could be such a challenge to work with. Trunks was a trouble maker but he didn't argue if he was told something. He would talk back as he walked away, but not throw a tantrum.

She walked over to her daughter and sunk down to her eye level. "I promise that I will play with you after I get the laundry started. Do you want to help me pick up the clothes and that way we can play sooner?"

With a little grunt, Bulla walked over to her corner where she had a bunch of clothing on the floor and picked one up at a time and walking to the robot basket. She stomped her feet with every step she took back and forth in the room. Bulma could not believe how much a temper this little girl could carry with her but she racked her brain to come up with a way to make her change her mood. Unfortunately she knew the only thing that would make her little girl happy would be to play and she was not giving in now, she needed to get her chores done.

"Thank you sweety. One more room to pick up clothes then we can put all the clothes in the washer." Bulma said as she pushed a button on the machine and walked behind it as it moved to her room. Bulla walked behind her mother with her shoulders slumped and dragging her dolly on the ground. They entered the master bedroom and Bulla ran to the bed and jumped on it. She immediately laid down on her father's pillow.

"I like this spot the most, mama."

"Oh and why is that?"

"Because it's daddy spot and it makes me feel safe." She said as she jumped up and down on the spot.

"It makes you feel safe, huh? I guess I understand that too. Your daddy makes me feel safe too." Bulma said as she was dumping her hamper onto the robots hamper.

"Mama, I want to help you too!" Bulla said as she jumped off the bed and ran over to the pile of clothes next to her father's dresser. She picked up her father's dirty clothes and she made a face because of the smell. "Eww, papa's really smelly! Yucky!" She screamed as she dropped the clothes on the floor.

Bulma turned and looked at her daughter who had a completely scrunched up face and couldn't help but laugh at her little girl. "Yes dad's clothes always smell so yucky because he trains so much."

"Well I think papa should stop because I don't like him smelling bad."

At this Bulma couldn't stop laughing. She loved how innocent her daughter was and how naïve she was about her father's training and its importance. After she got herself to calm down, she turned to her child. "I have tried to do that so many times Bulla. It's not going to happen at all. You're daddy likes to fight and there is nothing that can be done, except for us to clean his laundry." She added with a laugh.

"Hmph." Was all Bulla could say or do as she stomped her foot. "Can we play now? Papa's clothes are all picked up."

"No we have to clean it now. Let's go down stairs and put it in the washer."

"Washer?" Bulla said as she watched her mom punch the buttons on the robot. "Like what Trunks puts the dishes in after dinner?"

"It's similar but it's in a different place in the house." Bulma pushed the last button and the robot took off. "It even has windows so you can watch the clothes get their bath."

Bulla's eyes went really big and she shot out the door after the robot. Bulma was confused that she would be so fascinated with such simple concept of watching the clothes being cleaned. She laughed to herself and walked out the door in the direction that her daughter had gone. By time she had reached the utility room, Bulla was sitting on time of the dryer.

"Hi mama. Is this the washer?"

"No that's the dryer. This one is the washer." Bulma said as she pulled the door open and started to put some of Bulla, Trunks, and her own clothes in. She then closed the door and put the detergent in the through the top opening. She pushed the button and the clothes started moving around inside. Bulla jumped off the washer and looked up at her mother due to the surprise at the noise the machine was making. Then she looked at the window of the washer and watched the water fill up. Holding her breath as she watched the water fill up all the way she then shrieked when the contents of the washer started to slosh around.

Again Bulma laughed at her daughter. Trunks was cute when he was little but nothing like her little girl. She might have been able to give dirty looks like Vegeta but she was the sweetest little girl if she wasn't in a bad mood. There wasn't much left that they could do until it was time to switch the loads so she decided to see if Bulla was ready to play now. Bending down to where she was squatting next to her child, she turned her head and asked "Are you ready to go play? We have about an hour before we have to do anything else with the laundry."

"No, I like watching this but may I have some lunch now?" She ask regally while sitting up straight and looking into the washer without blinking.

"Um, sure darling." Bulma replied completely surprised. "What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever you can fix up will be fine woman." Bulla said with more demand.

"Excuse me?"

Bulla looked at her mother with an all too familiar look. "Papa says that all the time and you always make him something yummy."

"Just because your father makes demands doesn't mean you are allowed to as well. You need to respect your father and I."

"I know but papa told me I'm a princess. He tells me every night. He says that I must make sure I keep up his bloodline of royalty, which means I have to be like him." Bulla replied while looking her mother in the eyes and not blinking.

"I think I'm going to have to have a talk with your father later tonight." She responded with as she thought about how to correct this situation.

"Why? Am I not a princess?" Bulla asked as her face fell and her eyes swelled with tears.

"Your father is correct, you are a princess, but you still have to be respectful. So no more demands like that and you will not address me as woman either."

"I'm sorry mama. I love you. May I please have lunch? I think mac n' cheese sounds good." Bulla replied and looked back at the washer.

"I think I can manage that for you. I'll be back in a few minutes." Bulma said as she kissed her little girl on the temple and left for the kitchen. She still couldn't believe that Bulla had picked that up from Vegeta so easily or that Vegeta was putting it in her head that she was a princess and that it was okay for her to act like that. She shrugged to herself as she walked to the kitchen and thought 'I guess that's what I get for marrying the "Prince of all Sayians" and having his children'. She laughed as she heard Vegeta's voice in her head claim his title.

About fifteen minutes later Bulma returned to the laundry room with two big bowls of macaroni for her and her daughter but when she got there Bulla had fallen asleep and was using her doll as a pillow. Bulma stood at the door and looked at her daughter for a moment, then placed the bowls down on the dryer and picked her baby up. She took her to the living room and laid her on the couch. She then covered her up with one of her favorite blankets and went back to retrieve her lunch.

Several hours later, Bulla woke up to find her brother was sitting on the recliner across from her, reading some big book. She peeked over the edge of her covers to see if he would notice she was awake but the moment she moved just that little bit, Trunks put his book down on the table next to him. "Well good morning sleeping beauty." He said with a laugh. "From what mom says, you've had a really long nap."

Bulla sat up and grabbed her doll close to her body. "Brother, you are home?" She said while rubbing her eyes.

"Of course I am, it's five thirty. Dad and I got home around three." He got up and walked over to his sister, picking her up and setting her on his lap. "So what did you and mom do today?"

"Well we did the laundry. Mama found some gross food in your room under your bed." Bulla began, causing Trunks to make a face and hoping that his mother wouldn't remember. He didn't feel like getting a lecture by both parents today. The one from his father on the way home from their friends was bad enough. "Then we picked up all the clothes from mama and papa's room. And Papa's clothes were really yucky smelling."

Trunks laughed, "Yeah, it gets pretty smelly when we are sweating all day."

"Then mommy put the clothes in the washer, and I couldn't look away from the window. I guess it memorized me."

"Mes-merized you. Not memorized silly." Trunks said as he tickled her lightly.

"Stop it Trunks." She said with a laugh. "Well it put me into a sleep, brother and this is the first time I woke up."

"That's what mother said when we got here, is that you've been asleep for almost two hours and that was two and half hours ago."

Bulla looked around for a moment looking confused. "You said you and papa came home. Where is he?"

Trunks stopped smiling for a moment and then looked at his sister. "Let's just say that it's time for mom and dad to have their tournament now."

"Really? I want to see mama fly too!" Bulla's eyes went big with the thought of her mother being able to fly.

"Not like that Bulla. We don't want to be around for their fight, but whatever you told mom earlier, she was pretty steamed about when dad walked in the house."

Bulla scratched her head trying to think of what had happened earlier in the day. "We only did laundry today." She said with a shrug and then leaned into her brother's shoulder. "Brother, could you read me a book, please?"

"Sure which one?" Trunks said with a smile. He really had grown used to being a big brother to Bulla and loved how much she adored him.

"Whatever one you pick out if fine with me boy." Bulla said.

Trunks laughed. "You know, you may look just like our mom but you certainly act just like dad."