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“Bulma, dear, try not to panic.”
Dr Brief moved his cigarette to the other corner of his mouth and shielded his eyes as he looked up. His courtyard garden was oddly silent, the usual cries of his adopted pets noticeably absent. His most loved pet, Scratch, was padding about in a congenial fashion. The usually tiny cat was now enormous, easily dwarfing the doors he kept trying to bat open, and from his jaws swung the Brief’s only daughter.
“Don’t panic!? Dad, what part of this am I not supposed to panic about!”
“Scratch just got in the way of one of my experimental lasers is all! He’ll put you down in a minute.”
“Experimental lasers!” Bulma screamed as Scratch turned towards his owner’s voice. “DAD!! You promised to lock the cat out of your lab after last time!”
Scratch began to purr and dropped to the ground next to Dr Brief. Bulma scurried free as the giant cat gently butted his forehead against the old man’s arm.
“See! No need to panic.” Dr Brief started to tickle under Scratch’s chin, smiling as he rolled over.
“You’re the definition of a mad scientist, Dad,” Bulma huffed as she stormed out.