Pairing: NamixBulma

Warning: Shoujo-ai

Charge

A sudden shriek made every occupant of the room jump. As they looked up, there was a different cry as Roshi flew across the room and into the far wall. On the other side of the large, round table stood Nami, still with her fist outstretched and still with a fierce expression.

But it seemed that she wasn't quite finished with him yet. Marching across the room, paying no heed to the many pairs of wide eyes that followed her, Nami stood in front of the pile of rubble and old man. Placing one hand firmly on her hip, she held out the other.

"That'll be ten thousand."

"What?!" Roshi sat up like a shot, the demand for huge amounts of money making him forget about the pain of being smacked hard enough to go through a wall.

"Ten thousand," Nami repeated. "Pay up!"

Roshi opened his mouth to attempt a protest. Yet all he could do was move his lower jaw up and down when Nami fixed him with a ferocious glare.

"Geez," he muttered, scowling darkly as he dug in his back pocket. "You women these days."

He continued to mutter about "kids today", "outrageous" and something about how Bulma had at least settled for just hitting him as he fished around in his multiple pockets and looked through every sleeve in his wallet.

"Here," he said, slapping the money into her still-gloved palm. "You're robbing an old man blind, you know."

"That's what space thieves do," said Nami rather sweetly as her expression changed from a glare that promised death to a glowing smile. She spun on her heel and went to take her place sitting next to Bulma as though nothing had happened at all.

There was a moment of silence as the other occupants of the room continued to stare at the red-head in amazement. As Roshi picked himself up and went to sit down (far away from Nami), it was Luffy who broke the silence.

"Oi, Dragon! Meat!"

That loud demand acted as a release point for conversation to flow once again. Usopp went back to showing his newest invention to Trunks and Chopper, who was squealing loudly about how it was the coolest thing ever. Sanji gibbered on about how Nami-swan was so lovely when she was angry, leaving Krillin to nod in a bored fashion. Robin amused Goku and Luffy by sprouting hands out of Vegeta's head. Zoro and Piccolo were just content to sit and take deep swigs of their drink.

"Someone had to do it some time. I'm just kinda sorry it wasn't me," Bulma giggled softly, watching as Roshi started trying to "test Chopper's medical knowledge" by pulling out a magazine. There was still a large red patch on one cheek from where Nami had hit him.

"Rounds off the haul nicely for today," Nami smiled, hitching up the dress of her skirt and sliding the money into a small pouch she had strapped to her thigh. "We can go back and buy that dress from this morning."

Bulma blinked. "I didn't know you were looking at those as well. You were hanging around the jewellery counter."

"I never said it was for me," Nami said, a seductive smile spreading across her face. "Because I still have to decide something. Whether I think you look better in it," she lowered her voice, sliding her hand from her thigh to Bulma's and leaning closer towards her. "Or without it."

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