Lesson 3.
By Kracken L.W.
Disclaimer: The only thing in this fic that I own is the insanity that inspired it.
This one goes out to Bishojo-Battousai. Who kinda suggested it. " = speaking, ' = thoughts.
'Why me. Why does it always have to be me?' the thought had crossed his mind more than once today. First she had caught him staring in shock and admiration at a fashion show on TV. The current model was wearing a short tunic/dress type thing made entirely of fine gold chains strung vertically from one around her neck to one that hanging just around the upper thigh. It didn't leave much to the imagination. ( A/N: The version my brother ran across while channel surfing left even less.)
" Vegita!" he winced inwardly. He knew that tone of voice only too well.
3 hours later & a phone consultation with Chi-Chi:
"Now, if you've learned your lesson, by the end of this show you'll have ignored every last one of those models. If you haven't …." She gave him a truly wicked smirk. "You'll be sleeping on the couch… for a month." His eyes widened. She couldn't do this to him! He must have spoken aloud, because she leaned against him and purred "Oh yes, yes I can!" and settled into her seat to keep a close eye on her husband. Dende help him, he didn't know if he could do this. The evil woman just had to pick a fashion show for women's lingerie. . .
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