[Discountinued]Dragon Ball Z X Readers

Bulma X (Fem!)Reader

Author's Note://

Not exactly a request but something I reallyreallyreally wanted to write for the longest time ;A; Since I had a great idea for this particular oneshot from a dream I had. (Btw, it's in the Future, after the Androids kill everybody so Bulma isn't with Vegeta) Anyway, enjoy and read away, scaly children *slithers away*
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{Your POV}

You arrived at Capsule Corps, ready for your first day as an assistant. Not just any scientist's assistant though, but Bulma's. You were just a giddy as a child waking up on Christmas morning, pratically squealing with happiness. You couldn't believe you had gotten the job, which would be paying you very well. All to help Dr. Brief's daughter and provide assistance. You entered and you instantly saw the blue-haired woman awaiting you.

She gave a genuine smile and shook your hand. "Hi! I'm Bulma Briefs! You must be y/n l/n, right?"

You nodded as you looked into Bulma's eyes, which were a gorgeous blue. "Yes, I'm her. I'm here to be your assistant, I suppose."

Bulma led you down a hallway and unlocked several doors, until you followed her in what appeared to be a science lab.

Bulma seemed to rummage through things, the clanking of tools and items falling to the floor making you wince every so often from the loud noise.

Bulma finally turned back to you and handed you a tool box. "I need you to wash these supplies. Before you head to that sink over there, wear these."

Bulma reached into the pocket of her lab coat and handed you f/c gloves. They appeared to made of some kind of material that wasn't akin to normal cloth.

"Are there chemicals on them?" You asked Bulma.

"Maybe. Better be safe than sorry, after all." Bulma had focused on her work, which appeared to be some kind of machine.

You walked over to the counter with the sink, setting down the toolbox and pulling the gloves over your hands. Then you set to work, washing off every tool of unknown substances.

After you had finished that, you hung back and watched Bulma work while fetching tools and blueprints occasionally when she requested them. Hours could've gone by, but you weren't sure until you actually checked the clock.

"Crap..." Bulma muttered, getting up and dusting herself off.

"What's the matter?" You asked.

"It's time for lunch," the blue-haired woman said, taking off her lab coat and hung it on a rack.

"We have lunch breaks?" You asked, mentally slapping yourself in the head.

"Yeah," Bulma confirmed. "If you didn't bring anything that's alright. We'll stop by a restaurant." She flashed you a sweet smile that made you blush.

"Thanks, Bulma!"

{Timeskip}

You and Bulma made a stop by a local restaurant you haven't already been to, however, Bulma assured you that the food was good. You and Bulma took your seats near the far back, where it was a bit more secluded.

"So what machine were you working on?" You dared to ask. "If you don't mind telling me, that is."

"Since you seem pretty trustworthy I'll tell you. It's a time machine for my son Trunks," Bulma answered a moment later.

Your mouth almost fell open when she mentioned she had a son. "Ah, so you have a family?" You asked.

Bulma scowled a bit. "Well, I did," she replied in a grave tone. "My husband's dead, leaving me and my son alive."