A/N: For those of you who are wondering when the heck Vegeta is coming in the story, I'll let you know it won't be for a long time. That's just the way it is. Don't worry, once he does come in, there will be a lot of
attention focussed on our loveable saiyajin. Thank you very much for the reviews, I really
appreciate it! Well now, on with the story!
I don't own Dragonballz or any of its affiliates.
*thoughts*
Bulma turned her head as Uma-Lina came into the fitting room with some clothing.
"Here dearie, try this on."
The excited lady held out the lavender dress for Bulma.
"It looks kind of big..."
"You've grown a lot since you first got those clothes, you know."
"That's true."
Bulma slipped the elegant dress over her head, and had Uma-Lina tied it at the back.
"Is this thing supposed to be worn with a bra?"
"No dearie, but you're just trying it on, so it doesn't matter."
"It's too long and it's loose on the straps."
"You'll grow into it."
"I don't think I'll ever have a place to wear this once I DO grow into it, IF I can even get it."
"Well, go show your...guardian out there how nice it is. I'm sure he'll get it for you."
"But-"
"Just go!"
Bulma cautiously stepped out of the dressing room to see Zenith standing there, his gaze
transfixed outside where a seagull was eating someone's leftover sandwich.
"Zenith? What do you think? I already know it's too big on me."
The redheaded youth turned around to see Bulma clad in a rather large lavender sheen dress. If
just a tad smaller, it would have fit her perfectly. Seeing her brassiere straps coming out of the
dress, he flushed slightly and cleared his throat. She looked absolutely stunning, like a goddess,
even.
"You'll grow into it."
"You mean you'll get it for me?"
"Hey, you never know when you might need it. Besides, money's not the issue here, so why
worry?"
Bulma smiled in delight and rushed back to the fitting room, where Uma-Lina stood with a smug
expression on her face.
"Okay, you were right. I'm getting the dress."
"Excellent. What do you think about these here?"
Uma-Lina held up a lilac v-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue leggings.
"Those look neat."
Bulma tried them on and found that they fit her perfectly. The blue leggings clung to her form
nicely, leaving her no extra material to trip on.
She walked out of the dressing room towards an odd looking contraption with buttons and
doors.
"What's that?"
Uma-Lina chuckled as she saw what Bulma pointed at.
"Oh dearie, that's just the cash register."
"I've never seen one of those before..."
"Really? Well, now you have. Now then, you..." Uma-Lina turned her gaze to Zenith. "...owe
me 16 gold pieces for the clothing."
Zenith promptly fished the correct amount out of his pouch and paid the seamstress.
"Good to do business with you, lad."
Zenith gave a nod of his head, took the bagged dress, and led Bulma out of the store.
The two walked around the market, Zenith commenting on the way at how inexpensive that
store was.
"She must have taken pity on you."
"Pity? I barely know the meaning of the word."
"It's when someone feels sorry for you."
"That never happened to me much, though I suppose there were a few people..."
Bulma trailed off as her eyes fixed on a stand where a short, plump man was selling chicken on
skewers as well as every kind of pastry imaginable. While Bulma stared at the food, Zenith
noticed just how well Bulma's leggings clung to her, defining her incredible calves and thighs...
*Okay, just stop thinking about it already. Focus on something else, focus on some-*
"Can we get something to eat now, Zenith?"
Zenith looked over at Bulma, who was eyeing the food stand hungrily.
"Sure thing."
The two walked over to the stand, only to be pushed away by another greedy customer.
"Hey man! They were there first! Get lost!"
The man walked away from the food booth, sulking.
"People these days...hey, I'm Yajirobe, what can I get you? Some chicken or some sweet stuff?"
As Bulma fought to make up her mind, Zenith ordered three chicken skewers for himself.
"And what would you like, miss?"
"I can't make up my mind! There's so much!"
Yajirobe chortled and waited patiently for Bulma to make her decision.
"I'll have that white, powdery thing with the red filling, and a chicken skewer, and the round
thing with the hole in it with the brown sauce on it."
"One strawberry bismark, four chicken skewers and chocolate glaze doughnut coming up."
"That's what they're called..."
Zenith just shook his head at the girl. At times she was so intelligent, but when it came to the
outside world...she hadn't learned all that much. Yajirobe was quick to produce the goods, and
was also quick to demand three silver pieces for it. Having no silver pieces, Zenith gave the man
two gold ones.
"Keep the change."
"All right! Silver coin profit!"
The pair walked away, eating their foodstuffs and discussing how two silver pieces were equal to
one gold one. Bulma was then content to munch on her bismark, but Zenith, Zenith had a great
deal on his mind.
*How the hell am I going to do this? It's bad enough just being with her now, what happens
when we're on the ship? No doubt Ibbo's probably going to have her share MY room since we
don't have any extras...wait...do I even HAVE my own room? I don't even know, I haven't been
on the ship yet! The only reason they took me along was because they needed a deck swabber.
Look at her. So happy just to be eating something sweet, maybe eating period. She looked a bit
malnourished from the start...but now that we've fed her somewhat she's quite a bit better...more
shapely too. I've given up trying to block the thoughts, it's too damn hard. Her hair shines in the
sunlight, it's so beautiful. It's a good thing this girl has phenomenal virtues, otherwise she'd have
me wrapped around her finger even more so than she already does. Her hair was so soft, I'd give
anything just to run my fingers through it again...but maybe I'd better finish my chicken first;
wipe off my hands as well.*
Well, there you go! Be sure to let me know what you think. Good, bad, room for improvement, I'd be super glad to hear from you. Hope you enjoyed it!
Byes!
attention focussed on our loveable saiyajin. Thank you very much for the reviews, I really
appreciate it! Well now, on with the story!
I don't own Dragonballz or any of its affiliates.
*thoughts*
Bulma turned her head as Uma-Lina came into the fitting room with some clothing.
"Here dearie, try this on."
The excited lady held out the lavender dress for Bulma.
"It looks kind of big..."
"You've grown a lot since you first got those clothes, you know."
"That's true."
Bulma slipped the elegant dress over her head, and had Uma-Lina tied it at the back.
"Is this thing supposed to be worn with a bra?"
"No dearie, but you're just trying it on, so it doesn't matter."
"It's too long and it's loose on the straps."
"You'll grow into it."
"I don't think I'll ever have a place to wear this once I DO grow into it, IF I can even get it."
"Well, go show your...guardian out there how nice it is. I'm sure he'll get it for you."
"But-"
"Just go!"
Bulma cautiously stepped out of the dressing room to see Zenith standing there, his gaze
transfixed outside where a seagull was eating someone's leftover sandwich.
"Zenith? What do you think? I already know it's too big on me."
The redheaded youth turned around to see Bulma clad in a rather large lavender sheen dress. If
just a tad smaller, it would have fit her perfectly. Seeing her brassiere straps coming out of the
dress, he flushed slightly and cleared his throat. She looked absolutely stunning, like a goddess,
even.
"You'll grow into it."
"You mean you'll get it for me?"
"Hey, you never know when you might need it. Besides, money's not the issue here, so why
worry?"
Bulma smiled in delight and rushed back to the fitting room, where Uma-Lina stood with a smug
expression on her face.
"Okay, you were right. I'm getting the dress."
"Excellent. What do you think about these here?"
Uma-Lina held up a lilac v-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue leggings.
"Those look neat."
Bulma tried them on and found that they fit her perfectly. The blue leggings clung to her form
nicely, leaving her no extra material to trip on.
She walked out of the dressing room towards an odd looking contraption with buttons and
doors.
"What's that?"
Uma-Lina chuckled as she saw what Bulma pointed at.
"Oh dearie, that's just the cash register."
"I've never seen one of those before..."
"Really? Well, now you have. Now then, you..." Uma-Lina turned her gaze to Zenith. "...owe
me 16 gold pieces for the clothing."
Zenith promptly fished the correct amount out of his pouch and paid the seamstress.
"Good to do business with you, lad."
Zenith gave a nod of his head, took the bagged dress, and led Bulma out of the store.
The two walked around the market, Zenith commenting on the way at how inexpensive that
store was.
"She must have taken pity on you."
"Pity? I barely know the meaning of the word."
"It's when someone feels sorry for you."
"That never happened to me much, though I suppose there were a few people..."
Bulma trailed off as her eyes fixed on a stand where a short, plump man was selling chicken on
skewers as well as every kind of pastry imaginable. While Bulma stared at the food, Zenith
noticed just how well Bulma's leggings clung to her, defining her incredible calves and thighs...
*Okay, just stop thinking about it already. Focus on something else, focus on some-*
"Can we get something to eat now, Zenith?"
Zenith looked over at Bulma, who was eyeing the food stand hungrily.
"Sure thing."
The two walked over to the stand, only to be pushed away by another greedy customer.
"Hey man! They were there first! Get lost!"
The man walked away from the food booth, sulking.
"People these days...hey, I'm Yajirobe, what can I get you? Some chicken or some sweet stuff?"
As Bulma fought to make up her mind, Zenith ordered three chicken skewers for himself.
"And what would you like, miss?"
"I can't make up my mind! There's so much!"
Yajirobe chortled and waited patiently for Bulma to make her decision.
"I'll have that white, powdery thing with the red filling, and a chicken skewer, and the round
thing with the hole in it with the brown sauce on it."
"One strawberry bismark, four chicken skewers and chocolate glaze doughnut coming up."
"That's what they're called..."
Zenith just shook his head at the girl. At times she was so intelligent, but when it came to the
outside world...she hadn't learned all that much. Yajirobe was quick to produce the goods, and
was also quick to demand three silver pieces for it. Having no silver pieces, Zenith gave the man
two gold ones.
"Keep the change."
"All right! Silver coin profit!"
The pair walked away, eating their foodstuffs and discussing how two silver pieces were equal to
one gold one. Bulma was then content to munch on her bismark, but Zenith, Zenith had a great
deal on his mind.
*How the hell am I going to do this? It's bad enough just being with her now, what happens
when we're on the ship? No doubt Ibbo's probably going to have her share MY room since we
don't have any extras...wait...do I even HAVE my own room? I don't even know, I haven't been
on the ship yet! The only reason they took me along was because they needed a deck swabber.
Look at her. So happy just to be eating something sweet, maybe eating period. She looked a bit
malnourished from the start...but now that we've fed her somewhat she's quite a bit better...more
shapely too. I've given up trying to block the thoughts, it's too damn hard. Her hair shines in the
sunlight, it's so beautiful. It's a good thing this girl has phenomenal virtues, otherwise she'd have
me wrapped around her finger even more so than she already does. Her hair was so soft, I'd give
anything just to run my fingers through it again...but maybe I'd better finish my chicken first;
wipe off my hands as well.*
Well, there you go! Be sure to let me know what you think. Good, bad, room for improvement, I'd be super glad to hear from you. Hope you enjoyed it!
Byes!