It was mindless thinking when she sauntered into the bathroom of her Capsule Corp home. With her father in the lab and her mother pestering him –which would last quite the while- the blue haired beauty heard the toilet call to her once again. Once entering, Bulma locked the door behind her. There would be no interfering. Giving herself a glance at the enormous mirror, she scoped out her features; a thin flawless face and large blue eyes rimmed with long black lashes. Bulma looked down at her waist. It was as flat as a board –if not receded. Even still, she fetched herself a hair elastic and did up with her aqua locks. A hand lifted the toilet seat lid and, hands steady, slid two fingers down her throat. The sensation, though brief, of having a thick object of skin in her mouth reminded her of something she could only have with a man. She's thrust her fingers into her uvula and beyond. White hot stomach acids and undigested foods purged from her abdomen. Again and again Bulma repeated re regurgitation until she had felt that she had been completely emptied. "There" She croaked.

Physical Perfection. It's a foul desire that will lure a poor soul in and spat them out. Physical Perfection is a malicious beast; an obsession that only leads to self-demise.

Bulma switched to her clean-up made. Hidden underneath the bathroom sink was an assortment of toiletries; baby wipes to clean with a fresh sent, make up for blotchy cheeks, and finally, a small bottle of an energy drink to restore. After Bulma had found herself nothing short of the finest, teeth brushed and all, there came a knock at the door. The blue-haired goddess hadn't realized she was so jumpy with anxiety until her heart beat sky-rocketed like a Super Sayin power level. "Bulma? Sweet heart? Are you in there?" It was the daft voice of her all-to-innocent mother.

"Yeah Mom?" She tried to make her voice as strong as she could but she was panicking. Had she heard?

"Well Sweet-Ums, the fashion director is here for the shoot. Come on down when you're done in there okay?"

Bulma's poor mother had complete ignorance from her affairs. She herself had been a model in her prime, but age had taken a toll on her face. Countless times Bulma had considered telling her mother of her… bathroom breaks, but every time she would stop herself with a sigh. "She wouldn't understand."

Bulma grabbed the door handle and turned it. "I will be perfect." She chanted in her mind. Casting on a false smile, she descended the stairs. "I will be perfect." Downstairs, she changed into a disgracefully revealing bikini. "I'm almost there." Then she poised…