Another three months had passed since that night, and Bra was now nine months old, growing bigger and stronger each day.
As a couple, Goku and Bulma continued to progress—slowly but surely—navigating the challenges life threw their way.
Tights still visited them at their home from time to time, but the tension between her and Bulma remained. Neither of them had taken the first step to apologize, and so their unresolved issue lingered.
However, today was Tights' birthday—she was turning twenty-seven—and Bulma had finally decided to make things right by preparing a special surprise for her at Capsule Corp.
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Meanwhile, in the house…
"Come on, champ!" Goku clapped his hands, cheering as Bra took slow, wobbly steps toward him with a big smile on her face. "Just a few more steps, and you're there!"
Bra had started learning to walk a few days ago. Though she could only manage about ten steps at a time, it was impressive for a nine-month-old.
However, she still hadn't spoken her first word yet. She laughed, cooed, and made plenty of baby sounds, but Bulma was eagerly waiting for her to say 'Mommy' first—though, knowing Goku's genes, she was sure Bra's first word would be "food."
"You did amazing, Bra!" Goku caught her in his arms as she giggled. "In a few years, you'll be as strong as Dad… and not as loud as Mom."
Goku glanced around cautiously to make sure Bulma wasn't in the room.
He let out a relieved sigh—but as soon as he opened his eyes, Bulma was standing right in front of him, arms crossed, a vein twitching on her forehead.
Goku swallowed hard. He had messed up.
"You're lucky that I have to go out right now. Otherwise…" Bulma mimed tearing paper in half, and Goku shuddered at the unspoken threat.
Bra, meanwhile, just laughed at the situation.
Bulma was dressed in a white shirt with a crimson scarf tied around her neck, along with blue jeans and sneakers.
"Where are you going?" Goku asked, Bra still sitting happily on his shoulders, her tiny hands gripping his neck.
Bulma rubbed her temple, shaking her head at his question.
"Don't tell me you forgot what we talked about last night," she said, eyes narrowing.
Goku blinked. "Uh… No, of course not!"
Bulma sighed. "It can't be... Really?"
Goku scratched his head, trying to recall their conversation.
"Well… You told me you loved me, gave me two kisses, then turned off the lights and went to sleep," he recounted honestly, replaying the memory in his mind. "Yep, just that. Nothing else."
"But I only remember that, Bulma!" a chibi Goku inside his head panicked, watching as Bulma's expression darkened.
Bra let out another fit of giggles, making Goku narrow his eyes at her betrayal.
To his surprise, Bulma leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"You're lucky I love you so much," she teased. "And that you're so cute. Looks like today is your lucky day, Son Goku."
Goku could only smile nervously at her words, scratching the back of his head. He had dodged two bullets today—and since there was no such thing as two without three, he really was lucky.
"I told you before—today is Tights' birthday, and I want to surprise her at Capsule Corp and finally apologize," Bulma reminded him, and Goku nodded.
"So, you'll stay with Bra while I set up the party."
Father and daughter exchanged a look before grinning in sync.
Bulma sighed dramatically. These two always had fun together when she wasn't around—not that she was jealous or anything.
In fact, Goku spent so much time with Bra that he was the one taking care of her most of the day. Since Goku had nothing else to do aside from training, and Bulma was often in her lab working on new inventions, he had naturally become Bra's primary caretaker.
But at the end of the day, they were a family. The three of them always made time for each other—whether it was going out for ice cream, visiting parks, shopping malls, or simply staying home and watching movies together.
"When I'm done, I'll call you to meet me there," Bulma added. "Make sure to dress nicely—I bought you all those shirts for a reason."
Goku's chibi self sighed internally. Goodbye, his beloved orange dogi.
Bulma didn't bother reminding him about Bra's bottles or diapers—after nine months of parenting, Goku had gotten the hang of it all on his own.
"I love you both. Be good, okay?" Bulma kissed Bra's forehead and gently stroked her cheek before turning to Goku and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too. See you later," Goku replied, smiling as he brushed a hand over Bulma's cheek.
Bulma grabbed her bag, and with a final wave goodbye, she stepped outside. In the front yard, she threw a capsule, and a helicopter materialized in an instant. Climbing aboard, she took off toward Capsule Corporation.
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Meanwhile, Back with Goku and Bra
Goku stretched his arms before turning to Bra, who was still perched on his shoulders.
"What do you say, Bra?" he grinned. "Wanna go for a ride on my Flying Nimbus?"
Bra let out a cheerful giggle, waving her tiny hands.
"FLYING NIMBUS!" Goku shouted, summoning his trusty yellow cloud.
Within seconds, the Nimbus soared into view, floating right in front of them.
"Look, Bra! This is my Flying Nimbus," Goku said proudly before turning back to the cloud. "And Nimbus, this is my daughter, Bra!"
Bra stared curiously at the fluffy yellow mass before reaching out to touch it. Her eyes widened as she felt how soft it was, and she let out a delighted squeal.
"You like it, huh?" Goku chuckled as he watched her pat the cloud excitedly. "Well then… Let's go for a ride!"
With that, Goku secured Bra in his arms, leaped onto the Nimbus, and in an instant, they were soaring high above the ground—father and daughter enjoying their little adventure together.
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Meanwhile, with Bulma
Bulma rubbed her temple, feeling a familiar sense of unease. She had a sneaking suspicion that Goku and Bra had gone off to cause mischief again, just as they always did.
"Those two are going to drive me crazy," she thought with a sigh.
But no matter how many headaches Goku gave her, she loved her family more than anything.
Reaching Capsule Corporation, she rang the doorbell. Within moments, her mother, Panchy, greeted her with her usual cheerful smile.
"Daughter! It's been so long!" Panchy exclaimed, wrapping Bulma in a bone-crushing hug.
Bulma's face turned blue as she gasped, "M-Mom, we literally saw each other a few days ago—and cough, you're suffocating me!"
Panchy finally let go, still smiling.
"Why didn't you bring Bra or Goku? I made cakes," she pouted, clearly disappointed at not seeing her granddaughter or son-in-law.
"Oh, they stayed home for now," Bulma explained. "They'll come later."
That seemed to satisfy her mother.
"Did you buy everything I asked for yesterday?" Bulma continued.
"It's all here, dear," Panchy assured her. "Now, relax and have some cake!"
Bulma shook her head. She wasn't about to break her diet just for sweets.
"No can do, Mom. We have a party to set up before everyone arrives in a few hours," she reminded her.
Panchy nodded in understanding.
"Where's Dad? I haven't seen him anywhere," Bulma asked.
"He's working in his lab," Panchy answered. "Come on, I'll take you to him."
Bulma followed her mother inside, quietly greeting the robots that crossed her path.
These robots had been a part of her childhood and adolescence, almost like silent companions throughout her life.
Now, as she walked through the familiar halls of Capsule Corp, she couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just one year.
She had her own home—far from the city, a state-of-the-art laboratory, and most importantly, her own family.
Despite not being a full-time housewife, she actually found a strange sense of peace in doing everyday household chores—sweeping, mopping, even cooking sometimes.
She could have built robots to do all of it for her, but that wasn't the life she wanted.
She wanted a normal life with her family, something simple yet fulfilling.