Hi everyone, it me again, to update another chappie. Don't worry though, I
won't wait an eternity to update like I did last chapter. But if I don't
get enough reviews to motivate me, I might wait a bit longer.. *chuckles
evilly*
Anyways, please enjoy, and R/R
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I will wish to Shenlong that I do! I also do not own "I'm Too Sexy, "by Right Said Fred. Corny song I know, but it fits the story so well!
~thinking~ --lyrics-- "talking"
I'm Too Sexy
Bulma rose to the cherry chirp of the birds outside her window. She rose slowly from her bed and stretched her arms above her.
~Today is the day that I kick Vegeta's ass at our contest. Maybe I should warn him that he's going to lose! Nah, then it wouldn't be as much fun~
She realized that she felt very sticky from the Regeneration fluid and decided to take a long, hot shower, to wash it away. She grabbed some towels, and stepped into her adjoining bathroom.
--I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me--
Turning on the shower she stepped into the warm, relaxing flow. Letting the water wash over her body, she sighed, it has been too long since her last shower.
Grabbing her body wash and sponge, she lathered her body and then rinsed. She proceeded to shampoo and conditioned her hair making sure none of the sticky residue was still there.
Once done, she stepped out and wrapped the towel around her and one around her head.
~Ahh, that feels tons better. Now to go to my closest and pick out an outfit that will make any guy swoon at my feet~
She stepped into her closest and began flipping through racks trying to find the right outfit.
First she picked a short skirt that came to mid-thigh with red tube top, but decided she needed something more flattering.
~Yes, this is the exact outfit that I need! ~
Bulma had picked out a cute sundress (A/N: not the granny looking sundresses, the adorable kind). It was red, with small black flowers covering it, it had spaghetti straps with a low square neckline, and the back had a criss-cross of straps.
~Now to find the right pair of shoes~
She thought that a pair of simple, black, heeled sandals would do it, and took those out of her closest too.
She then moved to another section of her closest looking for panties and a bra. She grabbed a black bra with clear straps and a black thong to go with it.
--I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan--
She dressed quickly and went to the bathroom to fix her hair, and make-up.
~Hmm. now how should I do my hair? ~
She curled her hair and then put it in a lose bun on her head, letting a few curls frame her face. She then added some powder to her face and blush to enhance her naturally rosy cheeks. She used her eye pencil to outline her eyes, and mascara for her lashes. She added rich reddish-brown eye shadow, and blended it into her eyelids.
She rummaged around in her jewelry and finally found a sliver necklace with a tear shaped pendant, and a pair of matching earrings. She added them and looked in the mirror for the final effect.
~Perfect, now to go an inform Vegeta, that he needs to get ready~
She headed downstairs and veered right toward the kitchen (where else would Vegeta be) and walked in. She saw Vegeta sitting at the breakfast table stuffing his face while her mother cooked as fast as Vegeta was eating.
--And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing--
"Bulma, dear, how are feeling this morning? I hope the Regeneration Tank worked its magic on you, healing you fully." (A/N: if you haven't noticed it the last chapter, I don't really like Bunny too much, she's very annoying)
"I feel great mom, the R.G. worked just fine." Bulma replied.
She then turned to Vegeta and said, "Don't forget, today is the day that you and I figure out who's sexiest. Remember, we were supposed to go around town polling people whether or not they think you're hot.
Vegeta remembered, but he didn't think the onna would, because of all that had already happened the day before.
"Of course I remember, and I am going to win!" Vegeta told her.
"No you're not, not with the outfit that I'm wearing, "Bulma responded.
Vegeta looked up from his food, and had to use all his will power from letting his jaw drop into his plate.
~She's right, she does look pretty good, but nothing that compares to my body! ~
--I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk--
"That outfit would look better on Master Roshi, than you onna, and that's saying a lot, "Vegeta said with a smirk, knowing it would piss her off.
"What the hell do you know asshole! I look just great in this outfit, and I'll get to prove it to you today, get ready to go down!" Bulma yelled at him.
"Whatever you say onna, just wait until I change, I'm going to put some of those baka human clothes to use." Vegeta stated simply.
Bulma didn't respond, just flounced out of the kitchen, to touch up her outfit and wait for the Prince of all Bakas' to change.
Vegeta finished the rest of his meal, and got up from the table. He walked up the stairs toward his room. Once inside he looked in his closest for something to wear. The onna had filled his closest with clothes although he never wore them.
Since he had showered before breakfast, all that was left to do was find a suitable outfit to kick the onna's ass in.
--Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk--
He rifled through the clothes and found something that was somewhat worthy of his wear. It was a pair of baggy black carpenter jeans, with a white muscle shirt and a leather jacket that said "Bad Man, "on the back.
(A/N: I never liked the pink shirt, Veggie would look better in a leather jacket that said Bad Man on it)
This outfit was similar with what he had worn to the restaurant, but no matter, he still looked good.
He checked his appearance in the mirror and decided to put some gel in his hair to make it stick up even more. He added this strange thing ningens' call aftershave, hoping it might make him smell more attractive.
He grabbed a pair of shoes and socks and proceeded to go downstairs to "wow" the onna, with his wonderful appearance.
As he stepped into the living room he saw the onna waiting rather impatiently for him on the couch.
He sat down beside her, put on his socks and shoes, and waited for the onna to comment on his appearance.
--I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far--
Bulma looked beside her and took in Vegeta's outfit. She too realized that it was similar to outfit he wore to the restaurant, but he still looked awfully good in it. Not that she was going to tell him this, but she was thinking it.
"You look ok Veggie, maybe people will have pity on you and tell you you're sexy, "Bulma said to him.
"Onna, women will be throwing themselves at my feet, telling me that I'm sexy, "Vegeta stated.
"Sure, Veggie, sure. Anyway, we each have to bring a couple sheets of paper and a clipboard, because I don't trust you not to cheat.
So every person that says you're hot has to sign the paper. When we come back we'll tally up the scores and whoever wins, can berate the loser about their appearance for the rest of eternity. And the loser cannot comment on the winner's attire ever again.
The other thing is that, if I win, you must be my personal slave for a week, if you win, I will be your personal slave for a week with no complaints, "Bulma said.
"Alright, onna, I agree, but aren't you already my slave, "Vegeta responded with a smirk.
"Vegeta, you know I am not your slave, I do not willingly do anything for an ungrateful bastard like you!" Bulma yelled.
"Fine, you keep on telling yourself that onna," Vegeta said smugly.
Bulma just threw her hands up in the air and growled.
"Look Vegeta, let's stop fighting for one minute, so we can get this contest started, alright," Bulma said.
"Okay, onna, give me my paper, clipboard, and pen, I'll be off, "Vegeta said, knowing he had won this argument.
Bulma handed him the materials from the table, and said, "Here. And don't forget, no threatening, if I hear one thing about it, you will automatically lose."
Vegeta grunted in response, opened the window in the living room, and flew out toward the city.
--And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat, what do You think about that--
~Alright, Bulma, time to go to the city and win this fight! ~
Bulma grabbed her purse with her encapsulated car and other assorted items and stepped outside.
She walked to the driveway, opened her purse, and opened the capsule. The car appeared with a "BOM, "and Bulma stepped into the car.
This car was different from the last, it was a hover car, with a moon roof, leather seats, sporty design, and everything was automated.
Bulma typed in the coordinates to the city, and the car responded with a purr of the engine. Bulma leaned back into the seat and let the car do all the work.
--I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little touché on the catwalk--
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Vegeta on the other hand was way ahead of her. He was flying over the city, and picked a perfect place on top a building to touch down on. He didn't want to scare any of the humans because, then they might not sign his paper.
He walked toward the door on the roof that led to the stairs and opened it. He walked down the 10 flights of steps and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
~Time to get this humans to realize who really is the sexiest person~
He saw a group of women in their mid-twenties chattering to each and walking in his direction.
~Perfect, I'll just ask these women if they think I'm sexy and get them to sign my sheet. This will be simple~
He approached the girls and they immediately silenced at the approach of a stranger.
"Hello, I am the Prince of all Saiyans, do you think I'm sexy? "Vegeta asked. He decided that getting to the point would be the easiest.
--'Cause I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk--
The girls looked at him like he was insane and one got the courage to speak, "Girls, I think it's one of those crazies from the institute across the street."
(A/N: Yes, Vegeta is unlucky, the strategically placed mental institute, will kill his chances of winning these girls over)
Vegeta was pissed at this point, "The Prince of Saiyans is not insane, why the fuck would you think that?"
None of the girls spoke, just walked away slowly, and one reached inside her purse and took out a small black object.
She yelled, "Get away from us, I have pepper spray!"
Vegeta paid her no mind, and walked closer to them, he should have known then that it was a mistake.
The girl pushed the nozzle on the object and directly hit Vegeta in the eye.
"SHIT! That burns, what the hell is wrong with you, all I wanted to know was if you thought I was hot!" Vegeta yelled. "I should kill you for such insolence!"
--I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy, poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me--
The girls though, did not pay any attention and ran for their lives. Though Vegeta's screams followed them all the way down the street.
--And I'm too sexy for this song--
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Alright readers, I am stopping there. Next time on DBZ, Bulma will try her hand at getting people to sign her sheet. Hope you enjoyed it, and please REVIEW!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I will wish to Shenlong that I do! I also do not own "I'm Too Sexy, "by Right Said Fred. Corny song I know, but it fits the story so well!
~thinking~ --lyrics-- "talking"
I'm Too Sexy
Bulma rose to the cherry chirp of the birds outside her window. She rose slowly from her bed and stretched her arms above her.
~Today is the day that I kick Vegeta's ass at our contest. Maybe I should warn him that he's going to lose! Nah, then it wouldn't be as much fun~
She realized that she felt very sticky from the Regeneration fluid and decided to take a long, hot shower, to wash it away. She grabbed some towels, and stepped into her adjoining bathroom.
--I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me--
Turning on the shower she stepped into the warm, relaxing flow. Letting the water wash over her body, she sighed, it has been too long since her last shower.
Grabbing her body wash and sponge, she lathered her body and then rinsed. She proceeded to shampoo and conditioned her hair making sure none of the sticky residue was still there.
Once done, she stepped out and wrapped the towel around her and one around her head.
~Ahh, that feels tons better. Now to go to my closest and pick out an outfit that will make any guy swoon at my feet~
She stepped into her closest and began flipping through racks trying to find the right outfit.
First she picked a short skirt that came to mid-thigh with red tube top, but decided she needed something more flattering.
~Yes, this is the exact outfit that I need! ~
Bulma had picked out a cute sundress (A/N: not the granny looking sundresses, the adorable kind). It was red, with small black flowers covering it, it had spaghetti straps with a low square neckline, and the back had a criss-cross of straps.
~Now to find the right pair of shoes~
She thought that a pair of simple, black, heeled sandals would do it, and took those out of her closest too.
She then moved to another section of her closest looking for panties and a bra. She grabbed a black bra with clear straps and a black thong to go with it.
--I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan--
She dressed quickly and went to the bathroom to fix her hair, and make-up.
~Hmm. now how should I do my hair? ~
She curled her hair and then put it in a lose bun on her head, letting a few curls frame her face. She then added some powder to her face and blush to enhance her naturally rosy cheeks. She used her eye pencil to outline her eyes, and mascara for her lashes. She added rich reddish-brown eye shadow, and blended it into her eyelids.
She rummaged around in her jewelry and finally found a sliver necklace with a tear shaped pendant, and a pair of matching earrings. She added them and looked in the mirror for the final effect.
~Perfect, now to go an inform Vegeta, that he needs to get ready~
She headed downstairs and veered right toward the kitchen (where else would Vegeta be) and walked in. She saw Vegeta sitting at the breakfast table stuffing his face while her mother cooked as fast as Vegeta was eating.
--And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing--
"Bulma, dear, how are feeling this morning? I hope the Regeneration Tank worked its magic on you, healing you fully." (A/N: if you haven't noticed it the last chapter, I don't really like Bunny too much, she's very annoying)
"I feel great mom, the R.G. worked just fine." Bulma replied.
She then turned to Vegeta and said, "Don't forget, today is the day that you and I figure out who's sexiest. Remember, we were supposed to go around town polling people whether or not they think you're hot.
Vegeta remembered, but he didn't think the onna would, because of all that had already happened the day before.
"Of course I remember, and I am going to win!" Vegeta told her.
"No you're not, not with the outfit that I'm wearing, "Bulma responded.
Vegeta looked up from his food, and had to use all his will power from letting his jaw drop into his plate.
~She's right, she does look pretty good, but nothing that compares to my body! ~
--I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk--
"That outfit would look better on Master Roshi, than you onna, and that's saying a lot, "Vegeta said with a smirk, knowing it would piss her off.
"What the hell do you know asshole! I look just great in this outfit, and I'll get to prove it to you today, get ready to go down!" Bulma yelled at him.
"Whatever you say onna, just wait until I change, I'm going to put some of those baka human clothes to use." Vegeta stated simply.
Bulma didn't respond, just flounced out of the kitchen, to touch up her outfit and wait for the Prince of all Bakas' to change.
Vegeta finished the rest of his meal, and got up from the table. He walked up the stairs toward his room. Once inside he looked in his closest for something to wear. The onna had filled his closest with clothes although he never wore them.
Since he had showered before breakfast, all that was left to do was find a suitable outfit to kick the onna's ass in.
--Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk--
He rifled through the clothes and found something that was somewhat worthy of his wear. It was a pair of baggy black carpenter jeans, with a white muscle shirt and a leather jacket that said "Bad Man, "on the back.
(A/N: I never liked the pink shirt, Veggie would look better in a leather jacket that said Bad Man on it)
This outfit was similar with what he had worn to the restaurant, but no matter, he still looked good.
He checked his appearance in the mirror and decided to put some gel in his hair to make it stick up even more. He added this strange thing ningens' call aftershave, hoping it might make him smell more attractive.
He grabbed a pair of shoes and socks and proceeded to go downstairs to "wow" the onna, with his wonderful appearance.
As he stepped into the living room he saw the onna waiting rather impatiently for him on the couch.
He sat down beside her, put on his socks and shoes, and waited for the onna to comment on his appearance.
--I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far--
Bulma looked beside her and took in Vegeta's outfit. She too realized that it was similar to outfit he wore to the restaurant, but he still looked awfully good in it. Not that she was going to tell him this, but she was thinking it.
"You look ok Veggie, maybe people will have pity on you and tell you you're sexy, "Bulma said to him.
"Onna, women will be throwing themselves at my feet, telling me that I'm sexy, "Vegeta stated.
"Sure, Veggie, sure. Anyway, we each have to bring a couple sheets of paper and a clipboard, because I don't trust you not to cheat.
So every person that says you're hot has to sign the paper. When we come back we'll tally up the scores and whoever wins, can berate the loser about their appearance for the rest of eternity. And the loser cannot comment on the winner's attire ever again.
The other thing is that, if I win, you must be my personal slave for a week, if you win, I will be your personal slave for a week with no complaints, "Bulma said.
"Alright, onna, I agree, but aren't you already my slave, "Vegeta responded with a smirk.
"Vegeta, you know I am not your slave, I do not willingly do anything for an ungrateful bastard like you!" Bulma yelled.
"Fine, you keep on telling yourself that onna," Vegeta said smugly.
Bulma just threw her hands up in the air and growled.
"Look Vegeta, let's stop fighting for one minute, so we can get this contest started, alright," Bulma said.
"Okay, onna, give me my paper, clipboard, and pen, I'll be off, "Vegeta said, knowing he had won this argument.
Bulma handed him the materials from the table, and said, "Here. And don't forget, no threatening, if I hear one thing about it, you will automatically lose."
Vegeta grunted in response, opened the window in the living room, and flew out toward the city.
--And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat, what do You think about that--
~Alright, Bulma, time to go to the city and win this fight! ~
Bulma grabbed her purse with her encapsulated car and other assorted items and stepped outside.
She walked to the driveway, opened her purse, and opened the capsule. The car appeared with a "BOM, "and Bulma stepped into the car.
This car was different from the last, it was a hover car, with a moon roof, leather seats, sporty design, and everything was automated.
Bulma typed in the coordinates to the city, and the car responded with a purr of the engine. Bulma leaned back into the seat and let the car do all the work.
--I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little touché on the catwalk--
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------
Vegeta on the other hand was way ahead of her. He was flying over the city, and picked a perfect place on top a building to touch down on. He didn't want to scare any of the humans because, then they might not sign his paper.
He walked toward the door on the roof that led to the stairs and opened it. He walked down the 10 flights of steps and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
~Time to get this humans to realize who really is the sexiest person~
He saw a group of women in their mid-twenties chattering to each and walking in his direction.
~Perfect, I'll just ask these women if they think I'm sexy and get them to sign my sheet. This will be simple~
He approached the girls and they immediately silenced at the approach of a stranger.
"Hello, I am the Prince of all Saiyans, do you think I'm sexy? "Vegeta asked. He decided that getting to the point would be the easiest.
--'Cause I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk--
The girls looked at him like he was insane and one got the courage to speak, "Girls, I think it's one of those crazies from the institute across the street."
(A/N: Yes, Vegeta is unlucky, the strategically placed mental institute, will kill his chances of winning these girls over)
Vegeta was pissed at this point, "The Prince of Saiyans is not insane, why the fuck would you think that?"
None of the girls spoke, just walked away slowly, and one reached inside her purse and took out a small black object.
She yelled, "Get away from us, I have pepper spray!"
Vegeta paid her no mind, and walked closer to them, he should have known then that it was a mistake.
The girl pushed the nozzle on the object and directly hit Vegeta in the eye.
"SHIT! That burns, what the hell is wrong with you, all I wanted to know was if you thought I was hot!" Vegeta yelled. "I should kill you for such insolence!"
--I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy, poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me--
The girls though, did not pay any attention and ran for their lives. Though Vegeta's screams followed them all the way down the street.
--And I'm too sexy for this song--
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Alright readers, I am stopping there. Next time on DBZ, Bulma will try her hand at getting people to sign her sheet. Hope you enjoyed it, and please REVIEW!!!!