[As Bulla speaks, telling her about her dream, Bulma reaches for a chair to sit besides her daughter's bed. The dream makes her smile, it was something so simple, so mundane that there was something unique on it since it came from such a special kid. It was something that worried her at times, how similar Bulla seemed to be at times to her when she was young. Except that Bulla seemed to be more mature and with her feet on the ground more than Bulma did, and that's all that keeps her from worrying too much about it. That and the knowledge that if somehow Bulla ended with her own personal Yamcha she could break his arms the first moment he hurt her no matter how lightly.]

What, can't you have dinner at an all day breakfast place? Sounds pretty logical to me.

[There's a pause as she looks at Bulla, which is something she often does, as if constantly looking at the child would somehow burn her image in her mind enough to keep it from vanishing once she returns to her proper time and place. She knows it's impossible but... There was a time in which she thought it would be impossible for her to have more than one kid.]

Would you like for that to happen? To be able to see the friends you have made her even when you're back home?