#dadspriincess

The Manor was being decorated for a rather fun event for the loving Aunt Cindra. The Schwartz twins were given lots of money to treat their aunt to a salon visit, then to a restaurant. The main goal now was to get the house ready for a surprise baby shower before they came back. Konimi and Sabbie tried their best, but they honestly were rather useless trying to put streamers on the walls... best to have Kichi and Kimmi do it. Jenny floated to the ceiling to hang up the banner.

Juneau was out and about, too. She was going to invite a friend she hasn’t seen in a while. In her mild mischief, she was going to invite her to the shower as an extra guest. Walking through the city streets was taking too long, so she went into an alleyway and crawled up the side of a building, changing her clothes into her Black Widow uniform. She back-flipped off of the edge and began to swing from the lamp posts.

“My, you’ve grown.” It wasn’t too uncommon for Bulma to visit, but usually she kept her daughter behind. Complaining he was a pervert and not do be trusted with a young girl. Feh. What a bunch of crap. He treated Marron perfectly well. Though one couldn’t exactly be groping a girl they viewed as basically their granddaughter.

Regardless, he could still be trusted with women! He wasn’t a sex offender!

I would!

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As Bulla walked a few steps in front of him without a single bag in hand through the mall, while he followed behind with arms filled, he couldn’t help but wonder. How in the hell did he get suckered into this?

Yeah, that was right. She made puppydog eyes at him until he caved. Stupid sister. It was enough that dad could let that happen to him(meanwhile he got yelled at if he asked for anything), it was another thing entirely that Trunks himself fell for that same damn trick. ‘But I’m your wittle sissy!’ Bullshit. Dammit.

Didn’t even help that whenever he’d try to at least take a look at some cute girls, she’d suddenly pull on his ear and tell him not to be a pervert. Maybe she should be doing the same; if she went ahead and got a damn boyfriend, he wouldn’t be forced to do this. But even worse, whenever he’d pull out his phone to text Goten, she’d whine about this supposing to be ‘sibling-bonding time’ and that he should put his phone away.

She didn’t even let him go into any of the stores he wanted. Or let him stop to get some damn hot dogs. The scowl on his face was obvious, and Trunks couldn’t help but finally speak up, though it was more of a groan than anything else.

Bulla placed a hand on her hip as the other held her shopping bags. The teen was heading towards her home, now tired for the day. Though a nice handsome man had stopped her.

“I uh…” she noticed his missing arm, “You’re in West City, sir.”

“No, I don’t think we have. I feel like I know you, though.”

Sir? A small smile graced the man’s features. She certainly was more polite than Bulma had ever been. Then again, the years and situation had changed her. An amazed look came to his face and overtook the smile as she confirmed the impossible--that he was standing in a restored, healthy, bustling and very much flourishing West City. No way... It seemed an understatement to such a grandiose revelation, but he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe the flood of emotions he was brought to as he gazed around.