"Let's go biker boy!" Bra ordered dragging Hwoarang to her purple convertible Jaguar.

"Where are we going?" Hwoarang asked getting into her car.

"It's a secret." Bra smiled seductively speeding off.

"You're a good driver." Hwoarang complimented as Bra drove thought the city at over 115 mph like a pro.

"I told you one of my ex boyfriend was a race car driver. I used to rave him all the time." Bra said turning up her BackStreet Boys CD to annoy Hwoarang who she new hated them.

"Listen baby I'm sorry! Just wanna tell you don't worry! I will be late don't stay up and wait for me! I'll say it again! You're dropping out! My battery is low! Just so you know! We're going to a place near by! Gotta go!" Bra sang looking over at Hwoarang who wasn't amused.

"Finally." Hwoarang sighed a sigh of relief when "The Call" ended.

"Nooo!" Hwoarang said as an NSYNC song started.

"I'm sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about! What's the deal with this pop life and when is it going to fade out? The thing you've got to realize is what I'm doing is not a trend! I've got the gift of melody! I'm gonna bring it til the end!" Bra sang laughing at Hwoarang's misery.

"Come on!" Bra tried to get Hwoarang into her music but it wasn't happening.

" Doesn't matter about the car I drive or the ice around my neck! All that matters is that you recognize that it's just about respect! It doesn't matter! About the clothes I wear and where I go and why! All that matters is that you get hype and I'll do it to you every time!' Bra continued singing.

"Come on Hwoarang! Sing!" Bra laughed. Trying to get her boyfriend to sing pop music was funny.

"No!" Hwoarang said.

"Whatever!" Bra said turning on her stereo even higher.

"Do you ever wonder why? This music gets you high! It takes you on a ride! Feel it when your body starts to rock! And baby you can't stop! The music's all you've got!" Bra grooved as she drove.

"Stop with the pop music! I'm going to be sick!" Hwoarang complained.

"Fine!" Bra laughed changing the CD.

"Cuz you're my playboy! Play toy!" Bra sang to one of her favorite Trance songs looking over at Hwoarang.

"You're going to have to race me sometime." Hwoarang said trying to distract Bra from her music.

"But it wouldn't be a competition." Bra hurt Hwoarang's ego.

"What? Are you saying you're a better drive than me?" Hwoarang asked.

"Yeah!" Bra laughed.

"And my car is way better than you're little toy motorcycle." Bra added making a sharp turn.

"I can't believe you're talking smack about my bike." Hwoarang felt betrayed.

"Please. I'd have to let you borrow on of my other fast cars just so you could stand a chance against me!" Bra laughed going even faster.

"Motorcycles are more dangerous and extreme than stupid little sports cars. You couldn't handle a bike." Hwoarang countered.

"Is that a challenge?" Bra asked liking where this was going.

"Yeah." Hwoarang agreed.

"Then it's a race. I'll get a motorcycle and after the Tekken Tournament it'll be you and me baby." Bra accepted Hwoarang's challenge.

"Just don't me mad when I beat you." Hwoarang stated confident as Bra parked in front of one of her favorite places in the galaxy.

"The mall? What's so secret about the mall?" Hwoarang asked as Bra got off.

"This is just a detour. I have to get a new galacticaly hot outfit for the real secret place we're going to." Bra explained.

"Don't tell me I have to get new clothes too." Hwoarang asked afraid. He hated shopping.

"No. You look fine." Bra assured.

"Really! Really fine!" Bra secretly thought checking out Hwoarang in his tight jeans and tight T-shirt that showed off all the muscles on his extremely hot and sexy body.

"You're just here to carry my bags." Bra smiled dragging Hwoarang into the mall…………..

Authors Note- Poor Hwoarang! He might be a tough bad biker but can he survive shopping with the Saiyan Princess?