Bulma's POV
This is the fifth store we've looked at and we still can't convince her to try on anything nice... all she tries are jeans and baggy sweaters… "Girl its the middle of summer. You can't be wearing those in summer!" I say dragging her away form a shelf of long sleeved items .
"OOO… how about this on!" mom coos pulling a beautiful blue tank top of a rack. She likes it, we can tell. "I uh… the price is a bit high…" she says lamely. "I don't have any money ,I cant repay you." She straightens slightly –I've seen Vegeta do that sometimes when he makes a point.
"Nonsense! It's on sale! Look! 5 zennie! Nothing!" she says peppily.
Ja-ihn looks at her feet "Yeah but…"
"Of you go! Try it for size!" Mom orders. The six foot girl takes it and resignedly goes to the changing room. We follow high fiving on the way. It only takes a little persuasion! "She'll look amazing in that!" Mom giggles. I grin. After a minute or so Ja-ihn comes out. She does look amazing…. And awful at the same time… the shirt accents all the right parts and seems to fit wonderfully, but, she's hanging her head and is a s stiff as a board. Why is she so dang uncomfortable?!
"C'mon! Give us a twirl!" Mom says encouragingly. Ja-ihn stiffly rotates on the spot pressing her arms to her sides and trying to be as small as possible. As she turns, we see the reason for her discomfort.
The scars. The only person I've seen with so many scars is Vegeta . Her entire back and arms are strewn with cuts and burns. "You look lovely." Mom sighs in awe, though she's just as aware of the cuts as me, but she knows just what to say. Really, they don't detract from her looks, I suppose their just very personal to her… "That's a keeper!" I say nodding emphatically. She picks at the straps absently and shakes her head "It kinda…revealing…" she says barley above a whisper her eyes looking straight at her toes.
She's a shy one alright. Funny considering how loud she was earlier, when angry.
"But that's a good thing! You'll look great! I can think of several young men at Capsule Corp who would just love to see you in that!" Mom chirps cheerily. Ja-ihn looks in the mirror. Frowning. "Is red fashionable here on Earth?"
I answer her question "Red is quite fashionable at the moment, but you don't strike me as a slave to fashion." I add a bit more seriously, "You'd pull of a Period dress!" I say, a comment that results in her tilting her head. "What's a Period Dress?" I can just see what she's imagining… a black dot placed somewhere on her body and then called "clothing"… or a giant blob of clack cloth draped around her like a balloon!
Mom frowns "She would look good in a period get up… I hear there's this party on-"she chatters on strolling away to collect more clothing –without Ja-ihn seeing a price.
I suddenly sit up realizing the key to victory "You know, I hear Ja-ihn isn't listening her face has turned pale white. "Are you ok?" I ask steadying the girl.
"Oh, no." she breathes, stripping out of the shirt right then and there, and glad in a pair of jeans and bra she fled out of the store, her wild hair zipping out of sight.
Oh boy…