Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, the awesome Akira Toriyama does.
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"Dad," Vegeta's 13-year-old daughter, Bulla said in a serious voice. "I really need to go shopping".
Vegeta's eyes widened at the dreaded "S" word.
"First of all, I'm busy training at the moment. And second, your mother bought groceries yesterday, so there's no need to go shopping", he told her.
"I'm not talking about FOOD!" Bulla whined. "I need a new WARDROBE!"
"WHAT!" Vegeta shouted. "You've got a whole MOUNTAIN of perfectly decent clothes, not to mention 100 boxes of shoes. I should know, I had to carry every last one of them from the car!"
"THOSE clothes are SO LAST SEASON!" Bulla cried out in horror.
"Oh come on", her father snorted. "You've only worn half of those things ONE TIME!"
"EXACTLY MY POINT!" the blue-haired princess squealed. "I'VE BEEN SEEN IN THAT STUFF BEFORE! You don't expect me to wear it AGAIN do you?"
"And WHAT are we supposed to do with all of those LAST SEASON clothes?" Vegeta snapped at her.
"Donate them to a worthy charity", said a beaming Bulla.
"NO. Not this time. A shopping trip would be completely unnecessary".
"Please, Daddy?" Bulla pleaded, widening her big, bright blue eyes and sticking out her lower lip.
Bulla: "PLEASE?"
Vegeta: "NO!"
Bulla: "PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAASE?"
Vegeta: "I...SAID...NO!"
Then to the Saiyan prince's utter surprise, Bulla flung herself down, began kicking her feet in the air, and started drumming her fists on the ground.
"WHAT KIND OF DADDY ARE YOU? YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" she accused. "WHY WAS I CURSED WITH SUCH AN EMPTY LIFE? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! JUST BECAUSE I WAS BORN WITH AN AMAZING SENSE OF FASHION, I HAVE TO SUFFER!"
"ALRIGHT ALREADY!" he snarled. "I'll take you shopping! JUST SHUT UP AND GET IN THE CAR BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!"
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At the mall...Vegeta staggered under the weight of the boxes and bags filled with Bulla's purchases, while Bulla zoomed around the stores, trying to decide what to buy next.
"Will you hurry up? I would like to get out of here before your stuff crushes me!" Vegeta growled at his daughter.
"Come on, Dad", Bulla groaned, "You're one of the strongest guys on the planet, do you REALLY think my little pile of stuff's gonna kill you?"
'LITTLE!' he thought to himself.
"I know YOU, this is just a hint of what's to come", Vegeta snapped.
"You know what? You're right Dad, I can't possibly get through the month with just THIS. I'm gonna need A LOT more stuff", Bulla said with an evil grin that matched her father's as she raced off to find more things to buy.
"I HAD to open my big mouth", Vegeta said to himself, as he followed Bulla, who suddenly skidded to a stop right in front of...VICTORIA'S SECRET!
"OOOOOOH!" Bulla said, her eyes lighting up. Vegeta's eyes widened in horror.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" he shrieked. "Just because VICTORIA shows off HER SECRETS doesn't mean YOU get to show YOURS!"
"DADDY!" Bulla exclaimed, her face flushing bright red.
"We're leaving RIGHT NOW!" Vegeta said.
Bulla wasn't paying attention.
"Oh! Those boots would look great with my new skirt!" she squealed in delight. "And just look at that jacket..."
"ENOUGH! YOU HAVE MAXED OUT THREE CREDIT CARDS! Now get to the car, or so help me, I will RETURN EVERY BIT OF THIS STUFF!" Vegeta snarled.
Bulla noticed her father was starting to give off a faint yellow glow.
"You're right Dad, I'm ready to go", she said quickly. "After all, I can ALWAYS get Mom to drive me up here to get my ACCESSORIES TOMORROW".
Vegeta exploded.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT?"
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