Trunks snuck around the estate, clutching the familiar little gadget in his hand. It had been easy enough swiping it from the storage room. The hard part was getting outside without anyone seeing him. Thankfully, his father was engrossed in his training as usual, and his mom was obsessing with the machine she had been working on for months.

Bulla was waiting for him outside, a look of confusion on her face. "What's that..?" She asked as he took her hand.

Trunks smiled. "You'll see..." He pulled out his cellphone and hit speed dial. It wasn't long before his best friend picked up.

"Hey Trunks!" Goten's voice came our clearly over the speaker. "What's up? I thought we were going to-"

Trunks cut him off. "Change of plans. Can you grab your dad's Dragonballs? Meet me at the usual place in 10."

"The Dragonball? What for?" Goten's voice got higher. "You aren't seriously thinking of-"

"If mom can do it, so can we." He said, petting Bulla's head. "Besides, what is going to go wrong?"

Goten thought about it. "I don't know... but..."

"What's the matter? Where did your sense of adventure go?"

There was a pause. "...I'll see you soon." Then the phone went dead. Trunks smirked.

Bulla tugged on his pant leg. "I thought you said you were going to play with me?"

"I am!" Trunks reassured her. "And Goten is going to play with us too!" He picked her up, securing her onto his shoulders. "We're going to play 'Find the Dragonball'."

Bulla hugged his head as he started flying to the rendezvous point. "Whats a Dragonball?"

Trunks smiled again. "Something fun."

Goten landed next to Trunks, clutching three small orange orbs in his arms. "We had these."

Bulla looked down from Trunks' shoulders. "What are those big marbles for?"

Trunks picked one up and held it up to her. "This is a Dragonball."

Bulla took it into her little hands, giggling when it flashed a dim golden light. "They glow!"

"They do more than that! If you have all 7, they grant wishes!" Goten grinned.

Bulla's jaw dropped. "They... grant wishes?!"

Trunks smiled. "Uh-huh! Hows about we play 'Find the Dragonball', and when we get them all, you can have a Birthday wish?"

Bulla looked down at her big brother. "Anything I want? Really?!"

Trunks smiled. "Anything!"

Bulla hugged his head, nuzzling, a delighted high pitched noise reverberating from her body. "YOU'RE THE BESTEST BIG BROTHER EVER!"

Trunks blushed, smiling. Goten snickered. Trunks punched him, knocking him down. Goten rubbed his arm, still snickering.

Trunks coughed, clearing his throat. "So, shall we play?" He clicked the Dragon Radar on, and the nostalgic, rhythmic beeping began. He held it up to Bulla. "See the dots? Those are where Dragonballs are."

Bulla snatched the radar from Trunks' hands. "GO THAT WAY~!" She said loudly, delighted. She pointed.

Trunks shrugged. "Alright, you can hold the radar."

The three flew off.

It wasn't long before the balls were located.

The first was found in a bird's nest. Goten climbed up the tree to get it, and was subsequently attached by the birds. Bulla laugh.

The second was found at the bottom of a lake. As Bulla played in the water, the boys dived for it. Goten found it on the lakebed. Trunks found a large fish. They had roasted fish for lunch.

The third was found in the crevice of a mountain side. Trunks, having the longest arms, reached in to grab it. He got the ball, but he also attracted the attention of the resident snake, which wrapped around his arm. It took ten minutes to get the creature to let go. It took another ten to convince Bulla that the snake was gone and Trunks hadn't been bitten.

The last one was found in a pawn shop (someone had found it and sold it for some extra cash). Trunks ended up paying to get it, to the shop owner's delight. Bulla also found a pretty jewelry set. Trunks bought her that, too. Goten broke a pot on accident. Trunks payed for it, then hurriedly got the three of them out of there.

Meanwhile...

Bulma pulled away from the machine, smiling. She was covered in grease. "Now lets test it..." she said, pressing the switch. The machine whirled into life. Bulma sat in the chair, pulling the glass over the top of her head. She pulled the adjustable screen over and made a selection. The machine made a few computations, scanning her head and hair. Then mechanical hands popped out of the back, and began working on her hair.

By the end, Bulma had her hair washed, dried, and styled, and she was feeling quite refreshed.

"SUCCESS!" She shouted, jumping out of the chair. "Bulla's going to love it!"

Bulma skipped out into the back garden, where the chiefs were just placing a large cake on the table. She saw Goku, dressed in his usual gi, slink towards it with a grin on his face. She smacked his hand away. "That is for Bulla! Not for you!"

Goku rubbed his hand, smiling. "Would she really miss one little bite?"

Bulma leered at him. "A 'little bite' to you is half the cake to everyone else. Now go wait patiently over there!" She turned her back to him, going to inspect the snack bar. "Sometimes I wish you were a little more like Vegeta..."

Goku blinked. Vegeta snickered. "At least with Kakarot around, we never need to hire a clown." He sat, arms crossed, feeling pleased with himself.

Goku grinned. "And with you around, we can play Bingo!"

Vegeta's mood fell, and he gave Goku the usual glare of distaste. He snorted, then turned his nose up, deciding it wasn't worth the trouble of getting up since he had just gotten comfortable.

Piccolo watched the exchange from the other side of the room. "Even Vegeta is on good behavior today..."

Gohan sipped juice, leaning back in his chair. "Well, it is a party for Bulla... Where is she, anyway?"

"With Goten and Trunks!" Goku sat down next to Gohan, grinning. "Can't you feel it? They've been flying all over the place all day! I bet they've been playing with her!"

Gohan grinned. "That makes sense..."

Piccolo crossed his arms. "Where is your wife? Where is Pan for that matter?"

Gohan smiled. "Videl is with #18. They have the kids with them!" He put his drink down. "They're picking up Krillin from work, then running a few last minute errands for the party."

Bulma carefully positioned every gift, from smallest to largest, on the gift table, and smiled. As she watched the chiefs bring out Pizzas, sandwiches, and other large quantities of food, she flipped her phone open, and dialed quickly.

Trunks answered. "Hello..?"

"We're ready now. Bring her back home." Bulma said.

Trunks almost fell out of the sky. He had completely forgotten about the party. "Uh... sure... we'll be home soon..." He hung up, then looked back at Goten. "Let's land here!"

Bulla watched the ground rise up to meet them. "Why here..?"

Trunks put her down carefully. "To make your wish of course!"

Goten put the Dragonballs onto the grass. They glowed brightly for a moment, acknowledging each other.

Trunks put his hands in the air, took a deep breath, and shouted, "MIGHTY DRAGON! GRANT MY WISH! BY YOUR NAME I SUMMON YOU FORTH! SHENRON!"

Bulla watched, at first puzzled. Then, as the sky grew dark, and the wind picked up, the orbs glowed brighter and brighter. Suddenly out shot a blinding flash of light, as if lightning had struck. The light grew larger and brighter, curling and weaving in the great black clouds. As the light faded, Bulla could see that in its place was a huge Dragon, magnificent and noble.

Shenron's red eyes glowed as he looked down at the three of them. "I am the eternal dragon. Speak, and I shall grant any two wishes within my power."

Trunks turned to his sister. "Well, you heard him." He knelt down, petting her head. "Just tell him your birthday wish reeeeeeeally loud, okay?"

Bulla, starstruck, stared up at the mystical dragon. A part of her was awed, terrified even. But soon the other part, the excited, elated part, took hold. She ran a little closer, scrunched her eyes shut, and yelled as loud as she could.

"MR DRAGON! I WANT EVERYONE AT HOME TO BE MY AGE, SO THEY WILL PLAY WITH ME!"

Trunks stared at his sister, shocked. Because he realized what that meant.

Shenron's eyes glowed. "It is done. Speak your second wish."

Trunks dashed over, and shouted, "DRAGON! CHANGE THEM-"

Bulla yanked on his arm. "TRUNKS! You said it was MY BIRTHDAY WISH!" She looked like she was about to cry.

Trunks stopped. He knelt next to her. "But, if everyone at home is a kid, who is going to make you dinner? How will Grandma make you cookies? How will Grandpa take care of the animals?" He desperately wanted her to see reason, so he could fix it. And fix it quickly.

Bulla's eyes got wide. "I didn't think of that..." She turned back to Shenron. "MR DRAGON, PLEASE CHANGE GRANDPA AND GRANDMA AND ALL THE NICE WORKERS WHO WORK AT HOME BACK TO BEING BIG AGAIN PLEASE!"

Trunks' heart sank as he heard the words "It is done. Farewell."