December 11th.
She only had one more day.
Tomorrow, December 12th, is a big day in Capsule Corp. It is the second birthday of a little lavender haired toddler. His mother, Bulma Briefs, scrambled about in the large kitchen. Getting all the supplies she needed to make the abnormally large birthday cake for tomorrow's celebration. This cake needed to be big, not because of the amount of people that were going to be there, but the amount of Saiyans that were going to be there.
After all, Saiyans practically have bottomless pits for stomachs.
The bluenette would've had professionals make the cake for her, but she wanted to make it herself. Bulma wanted her son to have the absolute best, and to her, making this cake herself is the ultimate best. Besides, she has a degree in culinary arts, how hard could this be?
She looked at the apple-shaped clock on the wall.
4:27pm.
Maybe this could be a little harder than she thought, she was pressed for time so she needed to hurry. Bulma quickly took five packs of semi-sweet chocolate chips out of the fridge and threw them onto the counter next to the rest of her supplies. Trunks loved chocolate cake, that boy could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So Bulma decided to give him a little treat by making a large, five-layered chocolate cake.
She opened one of the packs of chocolate chips and threw a small amount into one of the bowls she had filled with chocolate cake batter. She mixed it up and threw another small amount into it, repeating the action until the pack was finished. Once it did, she picked up the large bowl and placed it on the bar counter away from the others so she wouldn't mix the bowls up.
She grabbed another pack and began mixing the small chips with another batch of batter in another large bowl. Bulma was so focused on making the cake, she didn't realize a certain prince was sitting on the bar stool, waiting for her to acknowledge him. He grunted as she kept mixing the batter, just minutes ago she had placed a large bowl filled with it in front of him.
He expected her to at least notice his presence.
But sadly for him, no luck. His stomach growled as he glared at her. "Ahem."
Bulma jumped slightly and turned around to see the father of her child, sitting there with his arms crossed. The woman had no time for this. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and continued what she was doing. "I'm busy Vegeta, whatever it is that you need, go tell one of the robots to get it for you," she said, her eyes focused on the cake batter.
"You really want me to go tell another one of your robots to get me food?
December 11th.She only had one more day.Tomorrow, December 12th, is a big day in Capsule Corp. It is the second birthday of a little lavender haired toddler. His mother, Bulma Briefs, scrambled about in the large kitchen. Getting all the supplies she needed to make the abnormally large birthday cake for tomorrow's celebration. This cake needed to be big, not because of the amount of people that were going to be there, but the amount of Saiyans that were going to be there.After all, Saiyans practically have bottomless pits for stomachs.The bluenette would've had professionals make the cake for her, but she wanted to make it herself. Bulma wanted her son to have the absolute best, and to her, making this cake herself is the ultimate best. Besides, she has a degree in culinary arts, how hard could this be?She looked at the apple-shaped clock on the wall.4:27pm.Maybe this could be a little harder than she thought, she was pressed for time so she needed to hurry. Bulma quickly took five packs of semi-sweet chocolate chips out of the fridge and threw them onto the counter next to the rest of her supplies. Trunks loved chocolate cake, that boy could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So Bulma decided to give him a little treat by making a large, five-layered chocolate cake.She opened one of the packs of chocolate chips and threw a small amount into one of the bowls she had filled with chocolate cake batter. She mixed it up and threw another small amount into it, repeating the action until the pack was finished. Once it did, she picked up the large bowl and placed it on the bar counter away from the others so she wouldn't mix the bowls up.She grabbed another pack and began mixing the small chips with another batch of batter in another large bowl. Bulma was so focused on making the cake, she didn't realize a certain prince was sitting on the bar stool, waiting for her to acknowledge him. He grunted as she kept mixing the batter, just minutes ago she had placed a large bowl filled with it in front of him.He expected her to at least notice his presence.But sadly for him, no luck. His stomach growled as he glared at her. "Ahem."Bulma jumped slightly and turned around to see the father of her child, sitting there with his arms crossed. The woman had no time for this. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and continued what she was doing. "I'm busy Vegeta, whatever it is that you need, go tell one of the robots to get it for you," she said, her eyes focused on the cake batter."You really want me to go tell another one of your robots to get me food?
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