AN: These oneshots won't feature on just ONE time. As in; the ages of the Briefs will change with each one or so. Just to let you know. And wow, I hadn't expected another idea so soon :D hehe.

B/B (Bulma/Bulla)

NOW! Onward to;;

The Dreaded Pills.

"Bulla!"

The deep bellow filtered through the unmistakable voice of the flame haired, prince of Saiyans Vegeta as he came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, arms folded over his chest, eyes narrowed dangerously with a deep scowl on his face. Loud music boomed from upstairs, shaking the foundation of the house, causing items hanging on various walls to shake violently.

He angrily stomped up the stairs, following the sound of the heavy rap music, barged into a room at the end of the hall and glared around, nostrils flaring. He swung the door back with so much force, it left a dent in the wall; an indication of his extreme fury.

The inside of the room was painted in various colors, from purple and pink to black and red yet all the colors seemed to fade in and match perfectly.

A teenager sat sitting on the bed, that looked like it could hold about thirty, with her head bobbing up and down, going with the beat, sending her long blue curls spiraling every which way while her eyes were squeezed shut, obviously enjoying herself.

This was probably why her eyes snapped open and a frown creased her brow when the stereo was shut off.

"Hey, w-" She stopped in mid sentence however when she noticed the figure standing hands on hips by her desk. She rolled her eyes beforehand and pushed herself up into a sitting position. "What is it dad?"

Vegeta's face was red and his hands were clenched and if you looked close enough, you'd probably be able to see steam hissing out of his ears. "How many times have I told you-?"

"-Not to play my music loud." Bulla finished for him with a sigh. "It was barely in earshot."

His eyes widened. "It shook the house!" He breathed in and out to calm himself. "Just keep it dow-"

"Yeah okay, I get it. Bye now." She said flatly, waving him off, her eyes focusing on a magazine she picked up from her desk.

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. "Wh-"

"DAD!" Before he knew it, he was being pushed out of her room and stood staring back at her. "I said BYE!" Then the door closed shut and the music started up again in the same magnitude of volume.

The short man growled, grinded his teeth, turned on his heel and marched back downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and spotted his wife sipping her drink from a mug and reading a magazine. Like mother like daughter...

Bulma glanced up when she felt a shadow descend over her and blinked up at her husband.

"I'm going to kill your daughter."

The blue haired woman only laughed at the threat and glanced back down. "What did she do this time?"

He slumped into a chair across from her and swung his feet onto the table, leaning back. "First off, she's blasting her disgusting music at an unreasonably high volume."

"I thought you went and told her to turn it down." Bulma said distractedly, turning a page.

"I did." Vegeta sneered. "But you can see what good that did." He waved upwards to indicate the music blaring loud in the background."So that brings me to my second point; she completely disobeyed my commands AND shoved me out of her room!"

"Something must be bothering her."

"I have no time to hear her whine about how her 'supposed to be friend' bought the same exact purse as her and now she looks 'so uncool'." He sneered and stood up. "I'm going to go teach her what Saiyans do to disobedient children."

Bulma caught the evil glint in his eye, jumped across the table and grabbed his arm. "Wait! Vegeta, I'll talk to her! She's just in that awkward stage of adolescence. Just let me speak to her. "

Vegeta looked down at the hand on his forearm and the topic of his kin instantly vanished. "I'm fairly impressed you can still hop around like that."

She straightened up and grinned marvelously. "You aren't the only one who works out." She winked.

He gave her a once over with a mischievous smirk and pulled her close. "I suggest you do another rigorous workout session. It's guaranteed to leave you..." His lips pressed against her neck. "Satisfied."

Bulma shook with anticipation of the request, leaned in to him and would have succumb to his touch if not for the relentless bass echoing from above. She reluctantly put her hands on his chest, pushed him back and smiled sweetly. "After I talk to Bulla."

The annoyance and anger was evident on the prince's face as he let her go and watched her sprint off and take the stairs two at a time. "I can still kill her if you want!" He called up to her."I know the perfect place to hide the body!"

His wife turned to give him an unimpressed and scornful look before continuing up the steps and heading towards her daughter's room. Bulma opened the door cautiously and peeked in. She spotted her child on the computer, her back to Bulma so she walked in and clicked off the stereo.

Bulla spun around in her swivel chair and a look of pure shock and irritation lit up the girl's flawless face. The teenage replica of Bulma was obviously surprised to see that it was her mother instead of her father and said in a high squeak, "Mom! What's the deal!?"

"Didn't your father already tell you to turn the music down?" She asked with a calm expression, walking over to stand before the sitting girl.

"Yeah well, I didn't feel like it." She shrugged.

Bulma raised her eyebrows. "Wow. Defying your father now, huh? That's a dangerous move."

"I'm not afraid of dad." The girl pouted, folded her arms across her chest and frowning in a very Vegeta-like manner. Her mother smiled and sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. Grudgingly, the girl got up and sat in the designated seat, crossing her legs.

"Alright so what's up?"

"What do you mean?" Came her muttered response.

"You're being awfully childish don't you think?"

Bulla swung her gaze on her mother with flashing blue eyes. "NO I'm not! Dad's the childish one!"

Bulma cocked her head to the side. "Sweetie, what's bothering you?"

"DAD IS!" The blue haired sixteen year old exploded, throwing her hands in the air. "Do you know what he did to Kain!? First he scared him to death, telling him that if he ever hurt me, he'd kill me and that he knew where to hide the body!"

The elder woman couldn't help but giggle at the statement and her husband's repetitiveness and caught a horrified look from her daughter. "Mother, that isn't funny!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Bulma straightened and patted her kid's knee with a sympathetic smile. "So, what? You're mad at your father for threatening your boyfriend? Sweetie, sorry to say it but you should have saw it coming. All fathers are protective of their daughters and your father....more so."

Why, when Bulla had first introduced Kain, Vegeta had instantly thrown the boy out. Of a window. Kain had suffered a broken leg from the second story fall. It was a beyond them all of why he had chosen to remain with Bulla after it (The girl claimed it was because he loved her dearly). But he had and his relationship with her father had gotten considerably better. Somewhat.

"Well...whatever."

Bulma saw the pout on her teenage girl's face and deduced there was more to the story. "Something else is bothering you." It was more of a statement then a question.

Bulla turned slowly to look in her mother's eyes and whispered, "Mom, I want to have sex."

The shock and awe that crossed across the Capsule Corporation's owner was palpable. Her eyebrows shot up, her face paled and her mouth hung open in animated suspension. One blue eye twitched spasmodically and there was a long silence.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah me and Kain decided on it a few days ago so that's why I got so upset when dad threatened him because it kind of turned Kain off or whatever. He's really scared that dad will catch him but I told him it'd be okay because well.....you'd help me get birth control pills?" She sheepishly looked away and started fiddling with her fingers.

But Bulma was still reeling and the initial shock hadn't worn off yet. "What!?"

"Mom, you gotta trust me! I think I'm really ready to do this! And I promise, I'll be extra careful! Kain is going to have a checkup and he's going to use a condom too so you know, the risk of pregnancy will be close to nonexistent and there's really no risk of me hurting him is it? I know how to handle myself and stuff so is it okay?......Mom?" Bulla's face contorted into concern after her rapid speech at her mother's face that hadn't moved from it's baffled state.

Bulma snapped from the daze and turned to look down at her daughter with scrunched up eyebrows. "..You and Kain DECIDED!?"

"Wha-Well, yeah! Together!"

She started shaking her head. " No, No I don't think this is a good idea Bul-"

"Come on mom! I knew you'd act this way!" Bulla screeched in exasperation.

"You're only sixteen!"

"No! I'm already sixteen. When did you first lose your virginity!?"

"Wel-It-That's completely off subject! We're talking about you and I don't think you're mature enough yet."

"I can't believe you're trying to tell me how mature I am!" She spun to shoot her mom a furious look. "When you and dad argue over the most immature things!

Anger simmered below Bulma's calm facade and she frowned. "Bulla, this has nothing to do with your father and I and turning this around isn't going to help. I still stand firm of my belief so no, I'm not taking you to get birth control pills."

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!" The girl cried, jumping off the bed.

Bulma sighed. She hadn't expected her daughter to react this way or to be even thinking like this. One side of her wanted to be proud; happy that she at least came to ask her about it first but then the other side told her to be scared; she didn't want to let her girl go. And, if Bulma consented, then she was quite sure that this would be the moment that called for letting go of her little girl.

No, she wasn't little anymore, was she? She was growing up. She was sixteen. She had a boyfriend. She confided in you.

Biting her lip, the woman stood up and walked over to the angry girl. Sighing deeply, she put her arm around Bulla and muttered, "If you're deadly serious about this and I mean deadly then maybe..." She glanced down at her blue haired child who had looked up in surprise, oncoming tears sparklingly in her eyes. "..MAYBE, I'll take you to a doctor and we can see about getting you those pills."

"You mean it!?"

The woman nodded and smiled lightly. "Yes. I realized that you're right, you are growing up and I'm glad you came to me about this. That action made me take back my last comment about you being immature which I'm very sorry about. Actually, now I think you're beyond ready." And it was true, Bulma thought, she hadn't done anything reckless yet. That had to count for something at least. "I want you to know I'll always be here for you sweetie and, even if I don't agree all the time, I'll support your decisions."

A gracious grin lit up Bulla's face and she wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "OH thank you, thank you, thank you so much mom! I love you so much, thank you!" She kissed her cheek and said, "I'll call Kain and tell him right now!"

Bulma looked appalled at the statement but couldn't get words out in time before the girl pushed her out the door with another smile and more 'thank you's' and locked the door.

She sighed again and raggedly made her way downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen, she sat down heavily in a chair and stood staring down at the table, her eyes glazed.

Vegeta was waiting or her. He had turned at her entrance and watched with a raised eyebrow at her expression. "What was the matter with her?" He finally asked.

Bulma looked up at him and smiled shakily. "Oh you know; girl problems."

He rolled his eyes as if he knew so and then stood up. "That took longer then I expected. What problem was it? Had someone wore the same shirt as her?" He snorted and pulled out a glass of juice and got down a cup. Behind his indifferent impression, one could see that deep down he did care about the wellbeing of his daughter.

"She was pretty angry about you threatening Kain." She watched her husband smirk. "But that wasn't the best part."

"Oh?" He poured his drink and lifted it to his lips. "What was?"

Bulma grinned and said (if only to wipe off his smug expression) with a hint of sarcasm in a flat voice, "Your daughter wants to have sex."

Upstairs, in her multicolored room, with the phone cord wrapped around her finger, Bulla heard a glass shatter.

Poor Veggie and Bulma.

BTW: Kain was just used because of the circumstance. I don't think I'll use him again but if so, he'll be in later chapters, haha.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated! ^_^