Prey Upon the Weak'Damn it, damn it, damn it!' She couldn't let Vegeta catch her, not like this. It was too easy a hiding spot, and she'd only picked it to use for a short time!
Bulma crouched down, hiding her head under her arms as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. When she saw the small bare feet turn the corner, though, she started breathing again.
"Mom, what are you doing?" her six-year-old son asked when he spotted her crouching behind a potted plant.
She sat back against the wall. "Hiding," she simply said.
"What'd you do to the GR?" he asked with a huff.
Bulma blushed lightly. "Nothing. You haven't seen your father around here, have you?" She pushed herself up to stand.
"No, but I did just leave my room." He gave her a devious smirk, reminding Bulma way too much of both her and Vegeta. "Do you want me to call him here for you?"
"No, no, no," she said a little too quickly. "Um, if you do happen to see him tell him you didn't see me, okay?"
"Can do, Mom." Trunks started heading downstair