A.N. HAIIII GUYSSSS! This is my first fanfiction EVER and I'm super excited to be sharing all my story ideas with you!1! Please be gentile.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or Bulma. I do own Stocking and her design. She's my OC and I'm super duper proud of her
*Chichi appears with the frying pan of DOOM* YOU DO NOT OWN STOCKING'S DESIGN YOU RIPPED IT OFF OF SOME ANIME
…. No i didn't *RUNS AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY*
It was a sunny day in West City & Bulma was outside hangin' laundry. She was really mad becuz this was the 56th time Vegeta ruined his spandex. She was tired of him always finishin' trainin' with his clothing basically evoporated.
"I'm sooooooo tired of this! If he ruins one more piece of spandex, he's gonna have to run around in the nude." Bulma fumed to her self, "I am so tired of makin' new clothes. This is his last chance to be clothed in optimal trainin'' gear."
While Bulma was fumin' by the laundry line, a hover car appeared.
"BULMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" A squeaky muffled voice screeched from inside the interior of the car.
"Nani?" Bulma asked (A.N. nani means what in nihongo) (A.N nihongo means japanese language in japanese) as she nearly got whiplash from turnin' her head so fast towards the source of the noise.
"Its ME! YOURE SISTER, STOKCING" Screamed Stocking at Bulma through the car's window. Stocking launched herself out of the window (A.N jk she didn't really do that). Stocking actually shot through the roof of the car and landed on her gluteus maximus in front of Bulma.
"You need to work on your landin'. I give you a 2/10"
"Ah fuck. Where's that hunk goku?"
"eatin'."
I hope you liked the first chapter! It's just a little taste of what's to come iiii]; )'
Please be gentile in yoru reviews! R&R! Flames will feed the kraken and be used to roast marshmellows!
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~Raven