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“I’m not angry I’m just disappointed.”
The boys flinched and lowered their heads, their hands behind their backs and looks of shame on their faces. Bulma gestured at the side of Capsule Corp and the still smoking hole that had appeared there sometime during the morning.
“Sorry, Bulma,” Goten said.
“Sorry, mum,” Trunks said.
Bulma nodded grimly. “I’m not dumb. I've been dealing with ki and all its techniques since long before you were born. This," she pointed to the smoking hole, narrowing her eyes, shifting her gaze between them before continuing, "was a single blast. So which one of you did it? I know it was one of you; I heard you playing tag.”
“But, mum!”
“No buts! Fess up!”
There was a long silence, then Vegeta strolled by. He paused beside the three of them, running his hand through his hair, and then looked at the hole.
“Oh,” he said simply, “that was me. I was killing a spider.” He leaned over and kissed Bulma’s cheek, smirking at her outrage. “I know how much you hate spiders.”
He sauntered off. Bulma put her face in her hand and sighed.
“Dismissed,” she said, and the boys ran off, snickering.