Chapter 1 - Seduction?
Bulma skipped into her bedroom and dived into her cupboards.
"OK, first thing I need to decide is occasion, then colour, then item of clothing!" she chuckled. "And I think we'll go for 'typical playgirl', in the red, and a top and trousers."
She tapped the words into her computer file (think like the one on I Clueless /I) and came out with two results, both in wardrobe no. 5.
She searched through wardrobe no. 5 and finally found 2 outfits that fitted the criteria. A red shirt and close-fitting jeans, and very low-cut strappy top and cropped black trousers both seemed to work.
"Hmm." she murmured, as she sashayed across the room in the latter number, "I think I'll go for the strappy top. shows off the curves more."
However much Bulma might refuse to admit it, she knew she wasn't really all that pretty, so she always went for bright, vibrant colours that set off her hair and pale skin.
"Hair. damsel in distress looks good today, I think. NOT!" she giggled.
She gathered her short hair into a high ponytail, leaving some strands down to frame her face, and added big silver hoops and a long necklace, trailing down into her cleavage. She sprayed on her favourite perfume, a little- known brand called 'Princesse' and added some silver eye shadow, lip gloss and LOTS of mascara.
"Perfect!" she said as she twirled around the room. "Princess Bulma, here you c-"
***CRASH***
She broke off as the door was pushed off its hinges.
Standing in the doorway was an angry, hungry, hunky Saiyan prince.
"WOMAN! Where is my meal?" he demanded as he glared at her, ignoring her physical appearance completely.
"VEGETA!!! What the fuck do you think you're doing, barging into my room? I could have been naked! Get out!!!"
Vegeta snorted. "You, naked! There's nothing to see there, a hag like you could never make anyone interested in mating with you! And I'm not leaving until I get a MEAL!"
"Sorry Veggie-baby, I'm not cooking tonight. I'm going out clubbing, so unless you starve or cook your own meal, you're going to have to come with me!"
"Clubbing!!! I thought you said violence wasn't done in your 'humane Earth society'! I really must see this!!! I will enjoy pummelling some of your inane Earthlings into the ground."
Bulma bit her lip as she suppressed a grin. No way was she going to jinx this!!! Veggie was going to go clubbing with her, and if he didn't fall for her beauty then, he would soon. That barb about her looks had gone in hard, and this time, it was personal.
OOOH!!!! So Veggie is going clubbing with Bulma, little realising that this kind of clubbing doesn't use big pieces of wood. R&R, and the next chap. will come out soon!!! Also, check out my other stories, which are better than this one, they've got more humour in 'em. Tata for now!!! ~*SM*~
Bulma skipped into her bedroom and dived into her cupboards.
"OK, first thing I need to decide is occasion, then colour, then item of clothing!" she chuckled. "And I think we'll go for 'typical playgirl', in the red, and a top and trousers."
She tapped the words into her computer file (think like the one on I Clueless /I) and came out with two results, both in wardrobe no. 5.
She searched through wardrobe no. 5 and finally found 2 outfits that fitted the criteria. A red shirt and close-fitting jeans, and very low-cut strappy top and cropped black trousers both seemed to work.
"Hmm." she murmured, as she sashayed across the room in the latter number, "I think I'll go for the strappy top. shows off the curves more."
However much Bulma might refuse to admit it, she knew she wasn't really all that pretty, so she always went for bright, vibrant colours that set off her hair and pale skin.
"Hair. damsel in distress looks good today, I think. NOT!" she giggled.
She gathered her short hair into a high ponytail, leaving some strands down to frame her face, and added big silver hoops and a long necklace, trailing down into her cleavage. She sprayed on her favourite perfume, a little- known brand called 'Princesse' and added some silver eye shadow, lip gloss and LOTS of mascara.
"Perfect!" she said as she twirled around the room. "Princess Bulma, here you c-"
***CRASH***
She broke off as the door was pushed off its hinges.
Standing in the doorway was an angry, hungry, hunky Saiyan prince.
"WOMAN! Where is my meal?" he demanded as he glared at her, ignoring her physical appearance completely.
"VEGETA!!! What the fuck do you think you're doing, barging into my room? I could have been naked! Get out!!!"
Vegeta snorted. "You, naked! There's nothing to see there, a hag like you could never make anyone interested in mating with you! And I'm not leaving until I get a MEAL!"
"Sorry Veggie-baby, I'm not cooking tonight. I'm going out clubbing, so unless you starve or cook your own meal, you're going to have to come with me!"
"Clubbing!!! I thought you said violence wasn't done in your 'humane Earth society'! I really must see this!!! I will enjoy pummelling some of your inane Earthlings into the ground."
Bulma bit her lip as she suppressed a grin. No way was she going to jinx this!!! Veggie was going to go clubbing with her, and if he didn't fall for her beauty then, he would soon. That barb about her looks had gone in hard, and this time, it was personal.
OOOH!!!! So Veggie is going clubbing with Bulma, little realising that this kind of clubbing doesn't use big pieces of wood. R&R, and the next chap. will come out soon!!! Also, check out my other stories, which are better than this one, they've got more humour in 'em. Tata for now!!! ~*SM*~
