Hello peeps! Thankyou all very much for the kindly reviews sent my way. Hope you like this next chapter. As for Vegeta...you'll have to wait still, because he won't be brought in for a while. Enjoy!
I don't own dragonballz
Travelling on throughout the night, the group encountered a few coyotes, which were dealt with
rather speedily. It always helps to carry swords. The animals were diced and sliced, and the meat was packaged for later use. All that was left of the coyotes were bones and blood. Zenith
was thankful Bulma had stayed asleep. That was not a scene he felt she could handle, not after
seeing Maelyn die the way she did.
The week went by rather slowly and tediously; the group only stopped to rest about three times.
By the time they arrived at Oshafa, everyone was ready to eat a horse, save Bulma, she was used
to being malnourished. Once they were at the outskirts of the market, Ibbo tossed out some gold
pieces and other valuables for buying food with to each crew member.
"Men! We have five hours and then we set sail, so eat fast and eat hearty!"
The pirates ran off whooping with glee and extreme hunger pangs, except for Zenith, who was
standing there with Bulma.
"Zenith!"
"Yes captain?"
"Take the girl, get some clothes and a brassiere...or a corset or something. Find yourselves
something to eat while you're at it."
"Yes sir."
Zenith took Bulma's hand and the two wandered off into the streets where the market took
place. There were shops of every kind...butchers, bakers, fresh vegetables and fruits, even a pet
shop with parrots. Bulma took in every sight and sound she possibly could, amazed by
everything she laid her eyes on. Zenith had to practically carry her away from the parrots, she
spent a good twenty minutes talking to them. By the time Zenith got her far from the parrots,
they had learned to say: "Awk! Bye bye Bulma! Squawk!" The unlikely pair soon found a
dressmaker by the name of Uma-Lina. She was a kindly old dame with a keen knack for fitting,
sizing, sewing and anything that involved clothing.
"What would you all like to buy today?"
Zenith spoke on Bulma's behalf, seeing as how she was staring in amazement at a long, silk
nightgown hanging in the corner of the store.
"She needs a brassiere of some kind...and some clothes. Something she'll be able to move
around in well."
"Okay then. Honey dear! Sky haired child!"
Bulma turned her gaze over to the smiling woman.
"Come back here with me, we'll get you something proper to wear."
The young girl cautiously followed Uma-Lina to a dressing room of some sort. It was filled with
tape measures and scraps of fabric. Zenith waited outside, wondering if Bulma was okay with
this sort of thing.
"Now then dearie, lift your arms nice and high, I need to measure your bust."
"Bust?"
"Chest size dearie."
"Oh, okay."
Bulma lifted her arms while the lady measured her breasts.
"Hm...I'd say you could get away with a size 7 there ."
You see, bra sizes were quite different here in this world. There were no A cups or B cups, just
numbers from one to ten. Ten being the equivalent of a 38 double d...giving Bulma the size
of...probably a 32-C.
"Is that...okay?"
"Of course it is! We women come in all shapes and sizes...how old are you dearie?"
"Eleven."
"Land sakes! You certainly are well developed dearie! Let me run over to the left and get you
the proper bra, okay?"
"Sure."
Bulma waited anxiously as Uma-Lina left her in the dressing room. The poor girl didn't know
what to expect, she'd never been shopping before. Uma-Lina soon came back with what seemed
to Bulma like some odd white teacups made of felt...or something like that.
"How does it work?"
"Well dearie, you have to take off your shirt first."
"I do?"
"That's the only way it'll go on dearie."
"I haven't taken this shirt off since I was eight."
"Are you serious?"
"There wasn't anything else for me to wear."
"You must not have been well off."
"We were...but I didn't get much of it."
"That's a shame."
"Things are different now...very...different."
With that major understatement said, Bulma lifted her shirt and covered her breasts. For some
reason, she felt very self-conscious of them and she didn't know why.
"You're going to have to let me put this on, dearie, so move your arms. Put them through the
straps here..."
Bulma did as she was told, and soon, the blue-haired girl had a bra fitted on her and clipped at
the back.
"How do they feel, dearie?"
"Odd."
"Are they too small or big?"
"No, they fit fine...I'm just not used to wearing them. Do you know what a corset is?"
"Those old things are for the rich ladies who think they're not skinny enough when they are. It
hold in your stomach and supports your breast. Shoves your intestines right into your lungs, I've
heard. I don't carry them and you wouldn't be able breathe in them dearie."
"Oh."
"Now, as for that skirt you're wearing, take it off, it's much too small."
Bulma discarded the skirt off her body to reveal a pair of plain white underwear, which at the
moment had a small stain of blood...
"Dearie, your panties..."
"Oh, my cycle! It must have just started...do you have any Siinos?"
"I'll be back with one in a second, dearie."
Siinos in these parts were like pads where we lived, only they were much bigger and lasted
much, much longer. They were manufactured so that one could use it for the whole time they
had a cycle, and still be well off hygienically. Uma-Lina came back with the Siino and Bulma
quickly put it on.
"Now then dearie, what would you like to wear?"
"What is there?"
"There's dresses, skirts, shirts, leggings, breeches, and we've even got jewellery if you'd like."
Bulma thought for a moment about what she'd be doing for the next few years of her life...and
decided that leggings and a shirt were probably her best bet.
"Are you sure dearie? I saw a gorgeous dress out there that looks like it's you."
"I'll try it on, but it's not practical for what I think I'm doing."
"I'll be back with it and what you asked for...what colours?"
"Um...something light purple? Or maybe light pink? Light blue would be nice too..."
"Alright dearie, just a second."
Uma-Lina bustled out of the dressing room and into the shop, where she came face to face with
Zenith.
"How's she doing in there?"
"She's doing well, she's finally out of those dreadfully small clothes. Did you know she's been
wearing them since she was eight? Three years! You must be her brother, am I right?"
"No...I'm more of her guardian, I guess."
"Oh, I see."
Uma-Lina picked a lilac coloured shirt off the rack, as well as some dark blue leggings. She also
found a peasant-like light blue blouse, and she shuffled over to the display case where the dress
she had in mind was on for all to see. It was lavender, and shimmered in the sunlight. It had a
halter top, and the bottom part of the dress flared out just slightly. Beautiful, but not something
to wear on the ship. Still, Zenith kept his mouth shut as the elderly lady bustled back into the
dressing room, clothing in tow.
That's it for now, hope you've enjoyed this so far! Remember to review please, I'm asking
nicely. Constructive criticism, praise or flames, write it to me! Of course, if you do flame me, I
will respond whether you see it or not. Anyways, have fun everyone and remember to WEAR
SUNSCREEN if it's summer in your hometown. Byes!
I don't own dragonballz
Travelling on throughout the night, the group encountered a few coyotes, which were dealt with
rather speedily. It always helps to carry swords. The animals were diced and sliced, and the meat was packaged for later use. All that was left of the coyotes were bones and blood. Zenith
was thankful Bulma had stayed asleep. That was not a scene he felt she could handle, not after
seeing Maelyn die the way she did.
The week went by rather slowly and tediously; the group only stopped to rest about three times.
By the time they arrived at Oshafa, everyone was ready to eat a horse, save Bulma, she was used
to being malnourished. Once they were at the outskirts of the market, Ibbo tossed out some gold
pieces and other valuables for buying food with to each crew member.
"Men! We have five hours and then we set sail, so eat fast and eat hearty!"
The pirates ran off whooping with glee and extreme hunger pangs, except for Zenith, who was
standing there with Bulma.
"Zenith!"
"Yes captain?"
"Take the girl, get some clothes and a brassiere...or a corset or something. Find yourselves
something to eat while you're at it."
"Yes sir."
Zenith took Bulma's hand and the two wandered off into the streets where the market took
place. There were shops of every kind...butchers, bakers, fresh vegetables and fruits, even a pet
shop with parrots. Bulma took in every sight and sound she possibly could, amazed by
everything she laid her eyes on. Zenith had to practically carry her away from the parrots, she
spent a good twenty minutes talking to them. By the time Zenith got her far from the parrots,
they had learned to say: "Awk! Bye bye Bulma! Squawk!" The unlikely pair soon found a
dressmaker by the name of Uma-Lina. She was a kindly old dame with a keen knack for fitting,
sizing, sewing and anything that involved clothing.
"What would you all like to buy today?"
Zenith spoke on Bulma's behalf, seeing as how she was staring in amazement at a long, silk
nightgown hanging in the corner of the store.
"She needs a brassiere of some kind...and some clothes. Something she'll be able to move
around in well."
"Okay then. Honey dear! Sky haired child!"
Bulma turned her gaze over to the smiling woman.
"Come back here with me, we'll get you something proper to wear."
The young girl cautiously followed Uma-Lina to a dressing room of some sort. It was filled with
tape measures and scraps of fabric. Zenith waited outside, wondering if Bulma was okay with
this sort of thing.
"Now then dearie, lift your arms nice and high, I need to measure your bust."
"Bust?"
"Chest size dearie."
"Oh, okay."
Bulma lifted her arms while the lady measured her breasts.
"Hm...I'd say you could get away with a size 7 there ."
You see, bra sizes were quite different here in this world. There were no A cups or B cups, just
numbers from one to ten. Ten being the equivalent of a 38 double d...giving Bulma the size
of...probably a 32-C.
"Is that...okay?"
"Of course it is! We women come in all shapes and sizes...how old are you dearie?"
"Eleven."
"Land sakes! You certainly are well developed dearie! Let me run over to the left and get you
the proper bra, okay?"
"Sure."
Bulma waited anxiously as Uma-Lina left her in the dressing room. The poor girl didn't know
what to expect, she'd never been shopping before. Uma-Lina soon came back with what seemed
to Bulma like some odd white teacups made of felt...or something like that.
"How does it work?"
"Well dearie, you have to take off your shirt first."
"I do?"
"That's the only way it'll go on dearie."
"I haven't taken this shirt off since I was eight."
"Are you serious?"
"There wasn't anything else for me to wear."
"You must not have been well off."
"We were...but I didn't get much of it."
"That's a shame."
"Things are different now...very...different."
With that major understatement said, Bulma lifted her shirt and covered her breasts. For some
reason, she felt very self-conscious of them and she didn't know why.
"You're going to have to let me put this on, dearie, so move your arms. Put them through the
straps here..."
Bulma did as she was told, and soon, the blue-haired girl had a bra fitted on her and clipped at
the back.
"How do they feel, dearie?"
"Odd."
"Are they too small or big?"
"No, they fit fine...I'm just not used to wearing them. Do you know what a corset is?"
"Those old things are for the rich ladies who think they're not skinny enough when they are. It
hold in your stomach and supports your breast. Shoves your intestines right into your lungs, I've
heard. I don't carry them and you wouldn't be able breathe in them dearie."
"Oh."
"Now, as for that skirt you're wearing, take it off, it's much too small."
Bulma discarded the skirt off her body to reveal a pair of plain white underwear, which at the
moment had a small stain of blood...
"Dearie, your panties..."
"Oh, my cycle! It must have just started...do you have any Siinos?"
"I'll be back with one in a second, dearie."
Siinos in these parts were like pads where we lived, only they were much bigger and lasted
much, much longer. They were manufactured so that one could use it for the whole time they
had a cycle, and still be well off hygienically. Uma-Lina came back with the Siino and Bulma
quickly put it on.
"Now then dearie, what would you like to wear?"
"What is there?"
"There's dresses, skirts, shirts, leggings, breeches, and we've even got jewellery if you'd like."
Bulma thought for a moment about what she'd be doing for the next few years of her life...and
decided that leggings and a shirt were probably her best bet.
"Are you sure dearie? I saw a gorgeous dress out there that looks like it's you."
"I'll try it on, but it's not practical for what I think I'm doing."
"I'll be back with it and what you asked for...what colours?"
"Um...something light purple? Or maybe light pink? Light blue would be nice too..."
"Alright dearie, just a second."
Uma-Lina bustled out of the dressing room and into the shop, where she came face to face with
Zenith.
"How's she doing in there?"
"She's doing well, she's finally out of those dreadfully small clothes. Did you know she's been
wearing them since she was eight? Three years! You must be her brother, am I right?"
"No...I'm more of her guardian, I guess."
"Oh, I see."
Uma-Lina picked a lilac coloured shirt off the rack, as well as some dark blue leggings. She also
found a peasant-like light blue blouse, and she shuffled over to the display case where the dress
she had in mind was on for all to see. It was lavender, and shimmered in the sunlight. It had a
halter top, and the bottom part of the dress flared out just slightly. Beautiful, but not something
to wear on the ship. Still, Zenith kept his mouth shut as the elderly lady bustled back into the
dressing room, clothing in tow.
That's it for now, hope you've enjoyed this so far! Remember to review please, I'm asking
nicely. Constructive criticism, praise or flames, write it to me! Of course, if you do flame me, I
will respond whether you see it or not. Anyways, have fun everyone and remember to WEAR
SUNSCREEN if it's summer in your hometown. Byes!