Literature
Bulma Feeds Gohan
Bulma smiled and flung the capsule gently to the ground. A big burst of smoke engulfed the teenager and the blue haired scientist. As the thick bank of haze dissipated, an average, all white high chair could be seen standing on the sidewalk. Gohan merely stared at it.
"Bulma, I seriously doubt that I can fit in that."
"Just wait." Bulma grinned and pulled out an identical copy of the ray gun that Chi Chi had been using over the past few weeks. With the pull of the trigger, a beam of transparent energy shot out and started to enlarge the infantile chair. Suddenly, a chair meant for a baby like Trunks could easily accommodate a teen of Gohan'