"It's the bit that looks like there's a wavy fan at the end of it- no the one behind that one- yes it's in that row! Now pick the one that says MTS-3… what do you mean you don't see it? It has to be there, I use that bit all the time- don't you dare call my lab unorganized, mister, or we can just walk away from this project!"

Vegeta was completely out of his comfort zone. He never thought of himself as clueless when it came to basic sciences or engineering. Growing up, he was always around mechanics and scientists working under Frieza; not to mention the knowledge he had gathered over the years keeping his space pod and scouter functioning when there was no one around capable of doing it for him- usually while he was on one of his purges. The prince knew he had been a sharp kid; his mere survival was proof of that.

But that was space. He was on Earth now, assisting the most intelligent of beings on this mud ball of a planet and perhaps in the entire galaxy.

They were on their third hour now and Bulma stood at about half her normal height. After insisting that she was at an adequate size and brushing off her husband's disapproval, she took off back to her lab to start creating a new console for the gravity chamber.

Her first obstacle was opening the door. Vegeta entered the code in a smug silence as his wife continued to stubbornly attempt such a complicated task on her own. Inside the lab, a servant bot was making headway on patching up the hole in the wall that the Saiyan had created the day prior. Bulma hoisted herself onto her seat, stopping to catch her breath as her husband leaned against the desk and watched with his arms crossed.

The scientist managed to climb to the surface of her desk and fish through one of the drawers for the console blueprint that she always kept on standby. Vegeta stood, genuinely surprised at how far the tiny woman progressed.

It wasn't until an overfilled toolbox fell from a shelf and nearly crushed the scientist that the Saiyan demanded she stop. To his relief, she agreed to, and now he was acting as her arms and legs- a task that was making the prince more and more frustrated. There were a few things that Vegeta was among the best at doing and he enjoyed doing only those few things- everything else just pissed him off.

"Wow, dad, you made a lot of progress!" Trunks encouraged his father from across the floor where his portion of the work had been sitting, finished, for the last half hour.

"Don't patronize me, boy. I would be doing better if I was also familiar with this organized mess that your mother calls a lab."

Trunks shrugged, "I mean, you're not wrong. This room is such a disaster that sometimes the cleaning bots dump garbage in here."

"I'm right here you two!" Bulma huffed from her spot in her chair, her legs dangling over the edge like a child's would, "And I can find everything perfectly fine, thank you very much! That's all that really matters."

The group was interrupted by someone clearing their throat at the door. Panchy stood at the entrance of the lab, holding a blue-haired toddler in her arms.

"I hate to be a bother, but someone has an appointment to get her hair done today!" Bulla struggled from her grandmother's hold and floated to the ground, an impressive display of the training Vegeta practiced with her. She then darted across the room to embrace her big brother.

"Tunks!"

"Okay mom, we got her, thanks a bunch!" Bulma called out to her mother, who turned and left the room. Bulla sat in Trunks' arms and pointed to the tinier version of her mom.

"Baby?"

Both men had to stifle their laughter as Bulma crossed her arms, "No Bulla. Mom-my. I'm just a little smaller right now."

"Baby."

"Bulla, no I-"

"Baby!"

Bulma sighed then yelped as she was pulled into the air. Vegeta held her like one would a football before going to grab his daughter and cradling her in his other arm. He turned to his son; "I'm going to go take the baby to her crib. Bulla could probably use a nap too."

Trunks smirked as Bulma squirmed and shouted from her spot at his father's side, "Alright, I'll just finish up here. It should only take me a few minutes."

Vegeta nodded, and carried the two women out of the lab.

"I missed holding my baby."

An hour later, Bulla sat in her mother's lap, playing with an interactive book the two had been reading together on the floor. Vegeta sat across from them, simply watching and listening as he often did.

"You were small for about a day. You've been on trips longer than that."

"Yea but it doesn't matter, any amount of time sucks. Soon I'll never get to carry her like this ever again, so I have to hold her as much as possible."

Vegeta had learned that lesson with Trunks about six years prior. "Hn."

Bulma turned the toddler around to speak to her face-to-face, "Did you miss me while I was gone? I missed you!"

"Yea!"

"Daddy was taking good care of me. He's good at taking care of us, isn't he?"

Bulla giggled and looked over at her father, who was looking away while blushing.

Bulma continued, "One time, back when Uncle Beerus wasn't as nice as he is now, he tried to have a fight with your mommy. But Daddy stood up for me and he almost beat Beerus in the fight. Not even Uncle Goku could do that."

Bulla was definitely her mother's child. While she only knew a few words, she was intelligent enough to understand more than any child her age. She sat, captivated, before smiling at her dad once again.

"Bulma."

"Hm?"

Vegeta had his typical humorless expression on, unimpressed by his wife's exaggeration of the events that occurred that day, "What are you trying to do?"

"I don't know what you mean." The woman brushed him off and turned her attention back to her daughter. He might not remember opening up about his insecurities the night before, but she certainly did. Her husband had always kept a strange humility while he was around their children; their son hadn't even been aware of his royal blood until Bulma had brought it up one day.

Never would she have thought that pride would be something that Vegeta struggled with, but here he was, worried that his family wouldn't rely on him and unable to boast about his talents around his children. Well if he wasn't going to brag, she would do it for him.

"Your dad also defeated someone almost as strong as Uncle Beerus and saved the entire world! He saved everyone!" Okay, now she was underestimating his achievements, but she doubted her toddler would grasp the concept of the multiverse yet.

The baby crawled over and wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck, squeezing him into a hug that probably could have broken his spine about 20 years ago. Bulma leaned over and kissed him, planning new ways to make sure her husband knew just whom their family depended on.

Where is it, where is it, where is it?!

Vegeta frantically searched through the eighth junk drawer in his wife's lab. Is this entire lab just made out of junk drawers? Gods!

It was 5:00 A.M. and the prince was in his training clothes scouring the room along with Scratch, who meowed questioningly at the Saiyan's odd behavior.

"I know it's here somewhere. You've seen how the woman hoards her technology. There's no way she would throw away one of her science projects- ha!" he pulled a container of ramen from the back of the cabinet he had been rummaging through, grinning triumphantly. Scratch tilted his head and meowed again.

"Don't be fooled, she wouldn't leave junk food like this laying around uneaten." He peeled back the top and pulled out two wristbands similar to the ones from a few days prior. The prince strategically placed two bracelets (from Bulma's jewelry collection that she had never even worn) back into the cup and sat the ramen back in its spot at the end of the drawer. Vegeta snuck out of the lab, leaving it as messy as it was when he entered, and walked toward his gravity room.

Once there, he wrapped the bands around his wrists, ready for a more intense and fulfilling day of training. Summoning a little bit of energy into his finger, he pressed the button on the inside of the wristband.

Something happened.

Instead of beeping in approval, the world shot up around him in a dizzying fashion. He eventually got his bearings and looked around- the gravity room appearing to be around 100 times the size it was supposed to be, and he was standing in the middle of it, about three inches tall.

Vegeta felt his eye twitch, and yet a smile spread across his face. He didn't know whether to scream or laugh at the fact that his wife always managed to stay one step ahead of him.

Back in their room, Bulma began to burst out laughing as she imagined her husband falling for her plan.