Bulma was sitting in her lab in Capsule Corp, looking over a device she had been working on. Her head was buried in her hands as she groaned in frustration.
"Rrrrgh! Why won't this stupid thing work?!" she roared.
"Why won't what work, mom?" a voice said from behind. Bulma spun around to see her daughter, Bulla, peering over her shoulder at the device.
"It's a new tracking device I made..." Bulma sighed
"To track what?"
"Your father"
Bulla snickered a bit at this
"I'm serious. Do you know how often he runs off? Anyway. I can't get it to work." she huffed
"I betcha I can!" Bulla said, posing triumphantly
"Oh yeah? You bet me, huh?" Bulma replied
"Yep!"
"Fine. Tell you what. You can try. BUT if you can't get it to work by tonight, you're doing all MY housework for the next three weeks." Bulma said, confidently.
"Fine! But if I win, you have to wear anything I want for three weeks! AAAAAAND! You have to act like what you're dressed as!" she said with a smile, and a fire in her eyes.
"Deal!" Bulma said, certain she was going to win.
Bulla plopped down in the chair.
"Good luck!" Bulma said, as she began to walk away. She managed to take only a few steps, before a beeping began to sound behind her. She spun around in horror
"Got it!" Bulla exclaimed
"H...how did you..?" Bulma stammered.
"Dunno! I'm good at this too, I guess!" Bulla replied. "Well, I'm gonna get your clothes ready for tomorrow!" she said with a smile as she skipped by. Bulma simply stared at the tracker in both awe and disbelief.
When Bulma woke the next morning, she saw an outfit hanging up on her doorknob. She knew what she had to wear that day. The costume was...
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