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Chapter Six: Public Appearance and Tailors
"Anyway…Goku's married to a woman named ChiChi." Bulma stated as she drove towards the mall.
Vegeta frowned at that; marrying outside you race was looked down upon. "And what of the one who called you his?" His eye narrowed slightly.
Bulma frowned a moment before the lightbulb went off. "Yamcha?"
Vegeta nodded.
"What about him?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"His." Vegeta was slightly annoyed at how slow she was being.
"What? No…not anymore…" She shrugged.
Vegeta raised a brow, but didn't comment.
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As soon as they entered the mall people were giving them weird looks due to Vegeta's armor. Bulma quickly ushered Vegeta into the nearest clothing store. She pulled him into a changing room. "Ok…you stay in here and undress. I'll get you some clothes to try on."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "I do not take orders from you, woman."
"Do it…or I'll make you do it."
Vegeta smirked. "You wouldn't"
"Oh, I would." She mirrored Vegeta's smirk.
Vegeta simply rolled his eyes and started taking his armor off.
"And stay in here until you are told otherwise." With that she left him.
Vegeta growled as he leaned against the wall, deciding not to waste any time on fighting the foolish woman.
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Bulma was looking at some clothes when she heard a giggle behind her. She turned around with a smile. "Brad!" Bulma laughed and threw her arms around a slim, 5'7 male with brown hair and frosted tips in a perm. He wore a tank-top, leather pants, and pink flip-flops. His baby blue eyes sparkled down at her. "What are you doing here, Bulma? Like I haven't seen you in forever!" (Ok..I say this now…this dude is gay…and I don't have anything against gay guys, so on with the story)
"I know!…I'm sorry...I've been really busy." She sighed and picked out a pair of khaki pants that she thought would fit Vegeta. She turned around to find Brad holding a black wife beater. Bulma smiled and took the shirt.
"Yum! I can't wait to see Yamcha in these…" He smiled.
"Ummm…Brad…I'm not here with Yamcha…" She bit here bottom lip gently.
"Really? What happened?"
"Well…he kept lying…I mean I can't say he was cheating because I'm not sure, but he would lie about other things." She sighed.
"And he just wasn't that bad boy you fell in love with?"
Bulma looked at him. "I do not like bad boys! Vegeta could you step out here?"
Brad just smiled knowingly. Vegeta walked out in his black boxers and crossed his arms. Brad's jaw dropped as he leaned closer to Bulma. "Since you don't like bad boys…can I have him?"
Bulma stifled a giggle.
Vegeta scowled. "I trust you have these clothes you think I need, woman…"
Bulma threw him the clothes, which he caught. "Put those on…"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, but turned and went back inside the changing room.
"Oh my god! He was hawt…where did you pick him up?" Brad nudged her a bit.
"Looooong story…" She shook her head.
"One thing? What's with the furry belt?"
Bulma cleared her throat and looked down; mumbling something.
"Hmm?"
"It's a tail…"
"You're kidding, right? That's sooo kinky!"
Bulma looked at him shocked.
"What I mean yea it's weird, but not impossible in this day and age…but just think about all the things he could use that tail for in-"
"Woman!"
Bulma thanked Kami for the interruption as she walked up to the door. "Yea?"
"Come in here."
"What? No way!" She chanced a look at Brad and saw he was winking and giving her the thumbs up. She was suddenly wrenched inside the changing room. "Ow!"
"There's a problem with your silly Earth clothing." Vegeta sneered.
Bulma crossed her arms, not phased. "What would that be?"
Vegeta held up the pants. "There is no hole for my tail…"
"Oh…um…I'll have the tailor make a hole, ok?"
Vegeta nodded. "I suppose that is 'ok'…"
He crossed his arms and smirked.
Bulma mimicked him. "You better believe it's ok…now you're finished in here, so let's go."
"That's it?" He raised a brow as he began to put his armor back on.
"Yea, in this store, you are. How'd the shirt fit?"
"Fine."
Bulma nodded.
"Bulma! No hogging him to yourself! I know he's a kinky sex god, but you have to share!" Brad's voice carried over the door.
Bulma gaped at her reflection in the mirror. She could see the smug look that slowly creeped over Vegeta's face. She closed her eyes. 'I cannot believe he just said that…'
Vegeta walked up behind her and let his warm breath play against her ear. "A kinky sex god? Now, that's something I haven't been called…"
Bulma swallowed and opened her eyes; their eyes meeting for a moment in the mirror. She could see his tail swishing in the background and Brad's words came back. She quickly sidestepped him, grabbed the clothes she was buying, and left the changing room. She sped walked to the desk with Brad at her heels. The girl behind the desk quickly rang up her total and Bulma handed her her credit card. Brad grabbed Bulma by the shoulders and spun her to face him. "Bulma, slow down…"
Bulma glared at him.
"What? Listen you need to take Vegeta off the most wanted list…"
"I swear…it's not like that…he's just a houseguest."
"Yea, Yea…ok, Bulma…keep telling yourself that…but if you don't take him, then I might be forced to…" He smirked.
"Seriously, Brad…don't do anything…he isn't like Yamcha." Bulma placed a hand to her forehead.
Brad just winked at her as Vegeta walked up; his tail secured around his waist. "Are you ready?"
Bulma merely nodded and Vegeta began to walk to the store exit. As Vegeta passed them Brad's hand slowly reached out to smack his ass, but before he made contact Vegeta had his wrist in a crushing grip. Brad whimpered. "Ow! Ow!"
"Vegeta! Let him go! You're hurting him!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes before releasing him. "That was the point."
Bulma examined the wrist. "It's pretty bruised…you were lucky."
"Damn straight…" came the answer from Vegeta.
Bulma turned to glare at him and received a glare in return.
"I'll be fine, Bulma, you two go on and shop…" Brad cradled his bruised hand.
Bulma nodded. "Later, Brad!"
"Bye!" Brad waved with his uninjured hand.
Bulma and Vegeta left.
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After they had gone to several more shops- and Vegeta had threatened the life of a person in each store- they were headed home. Bulma was ready for a nice hot shower, but knew that dinner needed to be cooked. She sighed. Vegeta watched the scenery slip by. It was silent in the car except for Bulma drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. Bulma nibbled on her lower lip as she decided to voice a question that was brewing in her head.
"You aren't much of a people person, are you?"
Vegeta merely grunted.
"It would be polite if you would answer with words, not a cave man greeting. You're a Prince, didn't they teach you manners?"
Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms. "Of course…but that is only to my equals and superiors. Which, by the way, there are no such persons on this planet."
Bulma pursed her lips. "Well you'll just have to get over yourself…in two days my father is hosting a get together with some of Earth's highest officials. Like the Prince of England, the President of the U.S., hell the advisor of the Emperor is going to be there…" She blew some hair out of her eyes as she pulled into the drive. "I'm calling a tailor, so you can have them make whatever…" She parked the car and got out.
Vegeta got out as well and started for the house…er…castle.
"Vegeta, please, I implore you to behave properly." Bulma was too tired to do anything, but beg…besides this was really important to her father.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes before going inside. Bulma decapsulized the car and followed. Once inside she called her personal tailor and told her it was an emergency. So, Vegeta now had an appointment for eight o' clock that night. That left an hour to cook dinner and an hour to eat it. Bulma sighed, set the bags down, and got to work.
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Vegeta smelled food and followed his nose. He stopped in the doorway and watched as Bulma bent over a hot oven. She had perspiration running down her neck; her hair stuck to her slightly. He smirked and leaned against the arch frame.
Bulma took the pan from the oven. She turned to put it on the table and dropped the pan as she caught sight of Vegeta. "Dammit!"
Before the pan fell to far from her fingers, Vegeta caught it.
"Ah! Vegeta that pan's hot! Put it on the table quickly!"
Vegeta shrugged and set it on the table. Bulma grabbed one of his hands, her eyes widening when she saw no burn marks. She checked the other hand.
Vegeta watched her intently. "My hands aren't affected by such heat…"
Bulma blinked. She had slipped her mind that he was an alien, and that some things that affect humans probably won't affect him. Bulma dropped his hand and motioned for him to take a seat. "Ok let's eat…after we're done a tailor is coming to take you measurements and your ideas of what you want to where."
Vegeta nodded. "Fine." He sat down and began to scarf down his food. By the time eight o' clock rolled around Bulma was up to her neck in dishes. Vegeta sat by attempting to finish his meal, but it seemed that with each dish her shirt got more soaked. Finally, the doorbell rang and she left to answer it. Vegeta ate another bite before following. When he got their a woman and two younger girls were chatting with Bulma.
Bulma smiled. "Ah…here he is…Vegeta, these are the tailors. Go ahead and show them to their room, so they can get to work."
"I know what to do, woman…I've dealt with tailors before."
Bulma rolled her eyes and returned to the kitchen. Vegeta lead the tailors to his room, one thought in mind. He was going to show that human woman just who exactly the Prince of Saiyans was.
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YaY! I finished chapter six! And I'm sick…so you are all very lucky. Of course I did it 'cuz of all the great reviews I get! . That's what keeps me going!
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