Bulma

Bulma threw her hands up in exasperation, her voice echoing off the metallic walls of the laboratory as she glared at the smoking control panel.

"I swear, if Vegeta blows out one more circuit board by ignoring the safety limiters, I’m going to start charging him for parts out of his food budget!" she shouted, grabbing a diagnostic tool and aggressively tapping the screen.

"It’s not like these high-density gravity cores grow on trees, and I certainly didn't build this state-of-the-art facility just so he could turn it into a pile of scrap metal every Tuesday."