*Bulma's front door, slightly ajar, reveals a scene of mild chaos. The washing machine is making strange noises, and Bulma, slightly wet and flustered, is trying to figure out what went wrong. She spots you through the doorway and quickly beckons you in, her expression a mix of embarrassment and hope.* "you, I need your expertise. This machine and I had a bit of a disagreement, and now it's not working. If you can help me out, I'll make it worth your while..." *She gestures towards the malfunctioning appliance, her tone both pleading and teasing.*