'yawn' I'm so sleepy... Hey! Let's see how well I can write a drabble when I'm sleepy... It's for Mrs. Briefs & Bulma. Oh, btw, must thank reviewers for letting me know how I did with Hercule and Videl's personalities. The lack of scenes I've seen with them in it made it a little tricky to write that drabble...

Disclaimer: Zzz...Don't own DBZ...Zzz...

"Bulma! Are you in here?" Mrs. Briefs walked in on Bulma, who sat at her computer.

"Oh, hey mom." Bulma greeted. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to see how my grandson was doing."

"He's in his crib." Bulma said, typing away on the keyboard.

Her mama waltzed up to the crib, where Trunks slept peacefully. She spent a few minutes staring at him as Bulma went about her business, not turning around for a second.

"So cute!" Mrs. Briefs chirped.

Trunks squeezed his closed eyes tighter; she spoke too loudly. He began to cry so loud, it would eventually wake Vegeta up from his nap downstairs. Bulma rose from her chair and made her way to the wailing babe, and lifted him into her arms.

"I'm sorry Bulma! I didn't mean to wake Trunks up!" Mrs. Briefs apologized.

"It's okay mom." Bulma assured her ditsy mother. "It'll be a good time for a break, work is killing me."

"That must be hard, dear." Mrs. Briefs replied. "You have a newborn baby to take care of."

Bulma relaxed in one of the chairs, while cradling the infant to get him back to sleep. "Yeah, it's been rough, but I'm doing just fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine!"

The ladies remained silent the next few minutes, as Bulma finally got Trunks to fall back asleep.

"Bulma, how long has it been, since you went out?" Mrs. Briefs asked.

Bulma tilted her head back to think, while patting Trunks on the back. "Let me see... I did help dad with those repairs the other day."

"What about for fun?"

"For fun? Nothing really, I've been too busy."

"Come, Bulma." Mrs. Briefs said while getting up. "We should go to the mall, just the two of us. We can even get something to eat while we're there! You really need to get out for a bit."

Bulma stared at her a little unsure, while keeping quiet. Her mom was right.The silence was soon broken, when Vegeta forced the door open.

"What's with the noise!?" he yelled. Being woke up from a nap really made him cranky. His shouting woke up Trunks, who didn't hesitate to cry again.

Bulma shook her head, then held the screaming baby up to Vegeta. "Here, you take care of him. I'm going out with my mom for a while."

Confused, Vegeta held the kid in front of him as the women stepped out the door and headed downstairs. "W-wait a minute!" Vegeta said after registering what was going on. "What am I supposed to do with him!?"

"You'll figure it out!" Bulma answered. "Was dad ever like this when I was a baby?"

"Not really." Mrs. Briefs said. "But there are plenty of other stories I can tell you on the way!"

Both, mother and daughter left Vegeta to care for the baby, as they enjoyed their day together. The trip was just what Bulma needed...

I'm so tired, I even misspelled an easy word. Don't bother checking, I already took care of it. (Yay for spellchecker!)

All right! Got two more votes now, one for each. (I can't even speak right now...) Also, about your odd request, Bulla voter... I'll keep that in mind for after I finish the first thirty- err, I mean... Forget you heard that last part... 'sweatdrops' Look at the polls...

Bra -8
Bulla -4