Bulma and Android 18

The next morning, at Bulma's house!

Bulla got up very early, waking up the still-sleepy Trunks!

"Bulla, it's only five o'clock! What are you doing so early? I'm so sleepy!"

Trunks rubbed his eyes; even their mother, Bulma, hadn't gotten up.

Bulla grabbed Trunks ' ear in annoyance, and amidst Trunks' painful pleas, shouted, "You stupid brother, Rose is coming to stay with us for two days. She gets up very early every day. This is Rose's first time staying away from home. Listen carefully, brother, you're not allowed to say anything about challenging her or dueling with her, understand?"

Why?

Trunks was still thinking about having a showdown with Rose after she came to his house!

"Can you even beat Rose? You and Goten never beat Rose, not even Gotenks could. What are you even talking about?!"

Bulla didn't hesitate to criticize, completely disregarding Trunks, who was now exasperated and almost going crazy!

Vegeta emerged from the Gravity Room, glanced at Bulla and Trunks, and said, "Bulla, we agreed to meet at seven, it's still early."

Trunks yawned, looking at Bulla was still fidgeting and tense, and said, "So, what are you taking care of me for?"

Trunks was about to turn around and go back to sleep when Vegeta grabbed his shoulder.

"Now that you're awake, let's begin our morning training. The early bird catches the worm. As the son of me, the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, Trunks, you've been neglecting your training far too much. From today onward, you too must rise before five o'clock, just like Rose, and begin your training!"

"Ah..."

Trunks struggled in despair, crying out, "No, Daddy, I can't possibly get up that early! Oh, right, Bulla, Daddy, Bulla is also your daughter, the Saiyan Prince! Daddy..."

When Trunks realized he couldn't escape the struggle, he tried to drag Bulla down with him. He thought about how Vegeta would drag him there for training every morning, all because Bulla had woken him up.

Vegeta stopped, looking at Bulla's stubborn and unyielding demeanor, and had no choice but to retreat, picking Trunks up directly.

"You actually compared yourself to your sister? That's shameful, Trunks. Why don't you compare yourself to your best friend? I don't expect you to be like Rose, but I hope you're not too far behind her."

After saying that, Vegeta glanced at Bulla and said, "Bulla, you and Rose are good friends, but I can tell you that Rose has talent that even Gohan doesn't have. It's only a matter of time before she surpasses me, Kakarot, and Gohan, Bulla."

"Well..."

Bulla and Trunks were stunned! Or rather, somewhat incredulous, because Vegeta had actually admitted in front of them that Rose could surpass him.

Watching Vegeta pull a bewildered Trunks away, what was Bulla thinking? At only six years old, she couldn't understand the meaning of Vegeta's words.

"This is ridiculous! Dad, why can't he just say what he wants? He's still so arrogant and proud, and he calls himself Saiyan Prince. He eats so rudely, is he just a freeloader? I don't know what Mom saw in Dad!"

Bulla stuck out her tongue in the direction Vegeta had gone and said, "Uncle Wuling is so much better. Compared to Dad, Uncle Wuling is more like a prince, Rose is more like a perfect princess from a fairy tale. I wish my dad were Uncle Wuling!"

After saying that, she looked on with longing! Children like Bulla often compare their parents to their best friends' parents, only seeing the good side of the other child's parents and the bad side of their own. Not all children are as precocious as Rose.

It's seven o'clock!

Son Wuling Instant Transmission to bring Number 18 and Rose to Bulma's house!

At this moment, Rose was wearing a purple halter-neck dress with blue patterns printed on it, just like Son Wuling, she liked purple and blue.

Son Wuling and Number 18 addressed Bulma, Vegeta, Tights, Mrs. Brief, and the others, saying, "We're entrusting Rose to you for the next couple of days. It's time, Rose, someone will come to pick you up."

"Yes, Dad!"

Rose nodded, looked at Vegeta, Bulma, and the others, bowed, and said, "I'm so sorry to have bothered you these past two days, Aunt Bulma, Aunt Tights, Uncle Vegeta, Grandpa Brief, and Grandma!"

Mrs. Brief gently touched her cheek and said with a faint smile, "Grandma, oh dear... she's only eighteen!"

Bulma and the others politely returned the greeting!

Bulma approached Son Wuling Number 18 and whispered, "Hehe... In just one week, Wuling and Android Number 18, could it be that you two are planning to give Rose another little brother or sister?"

"Having fun is one reason, but more importantly, I don't want Rose to be confined to Mount Paozu. Thank you for your help these past two days, Bulma!"

Bulma's teasing didn't deter Son Wuling and Number 18 at all; they acted like an old married couple. Number 18 had her arm around Son Wuling's Son Wuling her head resting gently on his shoulder. If they hadn't gotten married, they might have blushed, since they still needed to watch transparent videotapes to learn back then.

Everyone talks about the seven-year itch, but although Son Wuling and the Number 18 had their share of arguments and bickering, they never experienced the kind of discord that would lead to a breakdown in their marriage.

Number 18 then turned to Bulma and asked, "After Bulla, has Vegeta been thinking about having another girl, Bulma?"

Bulma's lips twitched slightly, and she said speechlessly, "No, but I hope you have a great week, the Number 18!"

After saying that, Bulma looked at Number 18 with great envy and jealousy. Her curves were so irresistible, and her buttocks were so alluring. She was truly curvaceous, with a prominent front and a pert back. Even though she was past the breastfeeding period, she didn't know why Android Number 18's breasts hadn't returned to normal. She was completely outmatched in every aspect of her figure, as for her face...

Number 18 wore light makeup, a style that requires a lot of personal effort. More than seven years have passed, and time seems to have left no trace on Number 18. On the contrary, she is now showing signs of the anxieties that women often experience, and she even has gray hair.

"Snort..."

Number 18 noticed Bulma's gaze, and confidently puffed out her chest, causing Bulma to turn her head away in displeasure. If she couldn't compete, she could simply ignore it, right?

Number 18 gave a satisfied scissor-like gesture, exchanged a glance with Son Wuling, and couldn't wait to Instant Transmission back home. This time, they planned to catch up on all the work they had fallen behind on during this week while Rose was away. They were prepared to work through the night without pajamas until dawn.