"Uh… normally just a pair of shorts," Bulma answered, still wondering about what he actually does wear when he's training.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Hercule's face, he was considering himself about that possibility. It would definitely bring in more women…

"Uh, what are you most comfortable in when you train?"

*Why the hell is he asking these questions?* Vegeta demanded at Bulma.

"Before he answers that, I'm just wondering why you're asking about what he wears when he trains," Bulma questioned.

"Just to make sure that it's acceptable," Hercule answered, "And maybe get how she fell for him," he added silently.

"So what do you normally train in?" Hercule asked again.

"Shorts or pants," Bulma answered. This all was boring Vegeta to death.

"Look, what do you want him to wear?" Bulma quickly asked, before Hercule could respond.

"Something like this," Hercule answered, showing her a photo.

Vegeta looked at the photo… "I am not putting on what a 3rd-class-baka wears!" It was a picture of a martial arts uniform similar to Goku's.

"Then you can expect not to have a job here," Hercule answered.

Bulma was praying that Vegeta wouldn't say anything about being a prince and demanding respect.

Vegeta just growled at him.

"So can you get this for next week?" Hercule asked.

"That won't be a problem," Bulma said, brightly, "Is that all?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Thank-you," Bulma grabbed Vegeta and almost dragged him outta there. Considering how badly Vegeta wanted to kill the guy.

Outside…

"I am not wearing what that blasted Kakarot wears!" Vegeta screamed.

"Yes you are! Or nothing from me for a month!"

"So?"

"I mean nothing…"

That made Vegeta fall silent.

"There we go, a little compromising and everything is settled," Bulma said, happily. Throwing her arms around her husband's neck before he took off.

As soon as he landed she latched off him and headed inside to call Chi Chi.

She picked up after the second ring, "Hello?"

"Hi, would you happen to have anything in Vegeta's size that's a martial arts uniform like Goku's?"

The conversation continued along the lines of, do you have it? Probably not, ask Piccolo.

Okay, thanks.

Something like that.

Bulma grabbed the jet copter capsule from her lab. Then yelled at Trunks that she was leaving for an hour or so.

Outside, she popped open the capsule and took off in it. Flying by Gohan and Videl's place she landed on the roof.

Put the jet copter back into its capsule and went down to their apartment.
After she knocked on their door a look of surprise came upon Gohan's face when he saw who it was.

"Hi Bulma, what are you doing here?"

"Hi, is Videl home?"

"Yeah, come on in," Gohan answered, opening the door for her.

"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry and I need Videl to help me out."

"Videl!" Gohan yelled, "Is there anything I can do to help out?"

"What is it Gohan?"

"There's someone at the door for you."

"Who?"

"Bulma."

You could hear a closet door slam shut, "Coming!"

She came out, "Hiya, Bulma. What's going on?"

"I need you to come with me. If I tell you now, you won't be capable of moving."

"Okay," Videl answered.

"Don't worry Gohan, she'll come back in one piece. Vegeta didn't send me to get her," Bulma laughed.

"See ya."

Gohan closed the door as they started climbing the stairs to the rooftop.

"So what's this about?" Videl asked, before they reached the roof.

"Not yet," Bulma scolded.

When they reached the top, she opened up her jet copter and climbed in followed by Videl.

"I could fly you, you know?" Videl pointed out.
"Yeah, but how was I suppose to get here? Don't answer that."

Bulma took off and headed to the lookout.

"So what's this about?" Videl asked again.

"You know that Vegeta had to go to Hercule's Dojo today?"

"Yeah," she answered, stifling a giggle.

"Well it was just to discuss a uniform. And he has to get something like Goku's and-"

"What!" Videl screeched, she fell off her chair.

"Calm down, I'm not done yet! I didn't want to try to convince Vegeta to come with me, so I figured that since you were about his height…"

"You just grabbed me. To do a fitting or something?"

"Pretty much, you aren't too busy are you?"

"Nah, I'm getting sick of the housewife thing though. The cleaning and all."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. But you won't have any time to complain once you get your first kid."

"Oh great," Videl moaned.

"Don't worry about it, you'll get use to it," Bulma added brightly.

"Probably not," she grumbled.

The jet copter fell silently for a few miles.

Then when Bulma saw the starting point of the Lookout, she shot the copter straight up.

"A bit more warning next time you do that!" Videl yelled, she was thrown to the back of the copter.

"Sorry! It won't be too much longer, just stay still," Bulma called back.

"You forgot that I can fly didn't you?" Videl said, as she flew to Bulma's side with her hands on her hips.

Bulma turned her head and a brief look of surprise followed by remembrance flashed across her face, "Yeah, sorry."

Then she suddenly flipped the plane back to normal.

"Ow!" Videl suddenly forgot to keep flying and had bashed her head against the floor.

"Are you okay?" Bulma asked, worried.

"Yeah, I should be fine."

"Yeah," Bulma laughed, "With a big bump on your head."

"What! It wasn't that hard!"

"I'm joking!"

Then Bulma slowed the jet copter to a stop.

She opened the door and Videl quickly jumped followed by Bulma.

Mr. Popo and Dende greeted them, "What are you doing here?"

"We needed to talk to Piccolo," Bulma answered, Videl was about to crack up again.

"I'll go get him," Mr. Popo said, hurrying off.

"Thanks," Bulma smiled.

"So is it really true?" Dende asked.

To be continued…