Sorry peoples, only one more after this. I'm running out of ideas. Unless someone has something for me, in which case, I'll be happy to write more.
I stared anxiously in the mirror and turned to Phantom, who was curled up comfortably on the bed. "Do you think this will get Trunks' attention this year?" I worriedly questioned.
Phantom stared at me with huge green eyes. "Stephanie, in that outfit, Trunks will be more frightened of you than usual. If you really want to get Trunks to like you, then you should change your costume."
I looked down at myself. I was wearing a long black robe with a low cut neck; a pendant dangled down into my cleavage. My normally dirty blonde hair was streaked with black, and my face was as pale as death. My lips were colored blood red.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked.
"Stephanie, you look like a vampire."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, Phantom, that was kind of the point. Now, could you please toss me my cloak?"
"With what thumbs?"
I sighed and grabbed the cloak myself. I put it on and swept down the corridor like a true vampire. I passed by Vegeta, who scowled at my attire.
"Vegeta! How come you're not dressed up?" I exclaimed.
Vegeta snorted. "Why would I participate in your stupid Earth customs? There is no point to this Halloween of yours."
I shrugged. "Suit yourself."
"I will."
I strode past him and descended down the stairway. Mirai Trunks just happened to be looking up, and saw me. "Trunks! Run away! It's Her!"
His younger self heard this, and followed Mirai in escape.
I rolled my eyes at the two's antics. "You will be mine, Trunks," I muttered deeply. I wrapped my cloak around myself and disappeared into the Antarctic storm.
Steph, the Hentais are prowling around my cave again, Joivth complained.
Give them a little roar; that usually scares them off, I suggested.
Just barely outside my visibility range, the sound of an angry dragon's bellow could be heard, followed by the scurrying of four perverted men.
I suppressed a giggle. I was supposed to be the undead, not an overly hyper cheerleader.
Trying to escape Joivth's wrath, Yamcha bumped right into me. Whimpering slightly, he slowly looked up; his eyes grew wide and he screamed in terror. For effect, I gave him a fanged grin. Yamcha fainted.
Don't you just love scaring people, Joivth? I asked.
Yes, she answered with a tiny hint of amusement. Come help me with my costume, I'm having trouble.
I obligingly entered the cave. Already, her chosen place of slumber, which was where she currently crouched, was beginning to conform to her unique shape.
Joivth's eyes whirled orange in annoyance, which was quite understandable, as her costume had gotten tangled up in her wings. Her claws scrabbled uselessly against the cave floor.
In the privacy of Joivth's cave I allowed myself a giggle. Which was a total understatement, because I couldn't even breathe, and Joivth was beginning to get worried. I slid to the floor and slowly gained control of myself.
Are you well enough to help me, now? Joivth asked.
"Sure," I panted, "just hold still for me." Joivth immediately complied, and I reached up and fixed her matching vampire costume. "So has Goten come to visit yet?" I asked.
No, not yet, Joivth answered. I don't think he's ready yet.
"Well, he'd better hurry up, or we'll have to call the whole thing off till next year, and that would really suck," I replied grumpily. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do something like this!"
Hehehe... What is it that Joivth, Goten, and I are planning? You don't know? Well, I don't either. Guess you're just gonna have to wait and find out.
