Be Silent
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but Nanaki is all mine!
Chapter 11: Dresses can only spell more trouble
"Hurry up, Nanaki; we've got to head out!" Bulma yelled from the driveway. She was eager to get Aki into a dress for the first time in... Well, she had never managed to persuade her adopted daughter into a dress, come to think of it. Nanaki slunk outside and into the car wordlessly. She was far from excited about going on a shopping trip, especially when it meant she had to wear a dress. Bulma climbed into the driver's seat and said, "Won't this be fun?"
"No," Nanaki answered sullenly. "I don't want to wear a dress, Mom. Most of all, though, I don't want to go to the dance."
"I know, honey, but we've been through that already," Bulma said cheerfully. She started the car and headed towards the West City mall. Aki stared out the window as the buildings went past. Nothing could console her right now. In her opinion, the worst possible punishment was being dumped on her head, and she hadn't even done anything. If Bulma dragged out the shopping trip, then Trunks was going to get another beating even worse than the first.
"We're here!" Bulma announced, pulling into the parking lot. "I know just the store to go to first. We'll be able to find something lovely, I'm sure of it!" She practically dragged Nanaki to a huge store displaying dresses of all kinds in the windows. Several salespeople recognized Bulma and flocked to her, ready to serve. "No, no, it's not for me," Bulma laughed. "It's Aki. We need to find a dress for her to wear to the school dance." The salespeople were immediately off, and within a couple of minutes Nanaki was surrounded by fluffy, frilly garments shoved into her face.
"Mom, make them stop!" Aki shouted. "I can't even see half of what they're showing me!" She suddenly found herself with a lot more breathing room. She surveyed the choices in front of her and sneered. "Nothing in pink, that one is too fluffy, too much lace, I am not wearing strapless," she rattled off, quickly eliminating all her choices. Soon another round of dresses came and she set out to refuse them too. But by the third set, there was one dress that she couldn't find any fault with (besides that it was a dress, of course).
"Lovely!" Bulma exclaimed, holding it up to Aki's front. It really was quite pretty. The main color was yellow, accented with black. The straps were wide ribbons that tied in bows, and a stripe of black trimmed the bottom. The final touch was a black bow sash. There was no lace, no frills, and even the bows were inconspicuous, but it was still beautiful. "See, this isn't so bad, is it Nanaki?"
"I guess not," Aki grudgingly admitted. "Can we buy it and go now?" Bulma nodded before handing her credit card to the cashier.
The ride home consisted mainly of Bulma chattering on and on about how pleased she was that Nanaki had chosen a dress. Even if Aki had felt like talking to her mother, she couldn't have gotten a word in edgewise. 'But at least if she's talking, she's not yelling,' Aki thought gratefully. Then Bulma said something not easily ignored.
"You'll just have to model your new dress when we get home!"
Nanaki stared blankly at her adoptive mother. "What?" she asked. Surely she had heard wrong.
"Don't you want Vegeta and Trunks to see how beautiful you look?" Bulma replied, oblivious to Aki's shocked tone.
"Dad won't care, and Trunks will only make fun of me," Nanaki answered. "So what's the purpose?"
"Come on now, Aki honey, don't be so modest," Bulma scolded. "Besides, Bra will be so happy if you want to show her the dress."
Nanaki sighed. Now wasn't the time to get on her mother's bad side. Besides, if it was for her little sister... "Fine," she groaned. "But only for Bra."
"Great honey," Bulma smiled as they pulled into the driveway. "We'll do it right away!" She ushered Nanaki to her bedroom and made the girl change while she went to announce the modeling to the rest of the family. When Nanaki emerged wearing her dress, everyone was waiting in the living room, thanks to Bulma. Vegeta simply grunted, and Trunks whistled teasingly. "Come on, Aki, twirl around so we can see the back," Bulma instructed.
"I do not twirl," Nanaki replied dryly. But she did turn slowly around so that everyone got the full view.
"Can I get a dress just like Aki's?" Bra asked her mother. "I want to go to a dance too! It'll be like the Cinderella story you tell me, except without the chores."
"She can take my place, and she can have the dress, too," Nanaki said hopefully. Bra giggled.
"Nonsense, Goten would be so disappointed if you didn't go. He may have even given up going with another girl just to take you," Bulma said. That got Vegeta's attention.
"No one told me she was going with Kakkarot's younger brat!" he exclaimed. "That's outrageous!"
""No, it's cute!" Bulma insisted. "She's going." Vegeta narrowed his eyes and grumbled, but he knew better than to argue with his mate. Nanaki sighed and snuck back towards her room, finally making it without her mother catching her. She had barely finished changing when there was a knock at the door. When the door was opened, Trunks stood there, looking smug.
Aki wanted to slam the door, but decided not to. "What do you want?" she hissed.
"Goten called while you were gone," he answered with a smirk. He held up a camera. "He told me to get a picture of you in your dress."
"He wants a picture?! Why, so he can sit and perve over it?!" Nanaki yelled. "I am going to kill you and your idiot friend! Why is it that you seem responsible for all the problems I ever have?!" Sure, she was probably exaggerating a little, but that's how she felt at the time.
"Shut up, shorty, you think you make life a picnic for me?" Trunks shot back. "You've been giving me shit since the day you showed up!"
"It's not like I chose to land here! Hell, I don't even remember leaving anywhere, all I remember is the date when I was born! I don't even know my real name!"
"I can't believe you don't remember anything. What could have happened that could make you forget four years of your life?!"
Aki rolled her eyes. "If I knew, then I'd be remembering something, wouldn't I?"
"Never mind," Trunks snorted. He turned away and walked down the hall to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Nanaki walked into her own room and plopped down on the bed. It always had bothered her, not being able to remember even a tiny bit about her first four years of life. But now it weighed on her all the more, topping off all the frustrations she already felt. "Stupid brother," she muttered. But then she realized that he wasn't really her brother, even though she'd been saying he was for ten years. It was weird to think about. She was a Saiya- jin, child of a nearly extinct race. Where did she come from?
She looked at the dress laid out across the end of her bed and kicked at it halfheartedly. "Stupid dress. You led to all this."
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Ouch, I'm glad I wasn't there. That would've hurt my ears. They're mad. Hehe. I love torturing them...
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but Nanaki is all mine!
Chapter 11: Dresses can only spell more trouble
"Hurry up, Nanaki; we've got to head out!" Bulma yelled from the driveway. She was eager to get Aki into a dress for the first time in... Well, she had never managed to persuade her adopted daughter into a dress, come to think of it. Nanaki slunk outside and into the car wordlessly. She was far from excited about going on a shopping trip, especially when it meant she had to wear a dress. Bulma climbed into the driver's seat and said, "Won't this be fun?"
"No," Nanaki answered sullenly. "I don't want to wear a dress, Mom. Most of all, though, I don't want to go to the dance."
"I know, honey, but we've been through that already," Bulma said cheerfully. She started the car and headed towards the West City mall. Aki stared out the window as the buildings went past. Nothing could console her right now. In her opinion, the worst possible punishment was being dumped on her head, and she hadn't even done anything. If Bulma dragged out the shopping trip, then Trunks was going to get another beating even worse than the first.
"We're here!" Bulma announced, pulling into the parking lot. "I know just the store to go to first. We'll be able to find something lovely, I'm sure of it!" She practically dragged Nanaki to a huge store displaying dresses of all kinds in the windows. Several salespeople recognized Bulma and flocked to her, ready to serve. "No, no, it's not for me," Bulma laughed. "It's Aki. We need to find a dress for her to wear to the school dance." The salespeople were immediately off, and within a couple of minutes Nanaki was surrounded by fluffy, frilly garments shoved into her face.
"Mom, make them stop!" Aki shouted. "I can't even see half of what they're showing me!" She suddenly found herself with a lot more breathing room. She surveyed the choices in front of her and sneered. "Nothing in pink, that one is too fluffy, too much lace, I am not wearing strapless," she rattled off, quickly eliminating all her choices. Soon another round of dresses came and she set out to refuse them too. But by the third set, there was one dress that she couldn't find any fault with (besides that it was a dress, of course).
"Lovely!" Bulma exclaimed, holding it up to Aki's front. It really was quite pretty. The main color was yellow, accented with black. The straps were wide ribbons that tied in bows, and a stripe of black trimmed the bottom. The final touch was a black bow sash. There was no lace, no frills, and even the bows were inconspicuous, but it was still beautiful. "See, this isn't so bad, is it Nanaki?"
"I guess not," Aki grudgingly admitted. "Can we buy it and go now?" Bulma nodded before handing her credit card to the cashier.
The ride home consisted mainly of Bulma chattering on and on about how pleased she was that Nanaki had chosen a dress. Even if Aki had felt like talking to her mother, she couldn't have gotten a word in edgewise. 'But at least if she's talking, she's not yelling,' Aki thought gratefully. Then Bulma said something not easily ignored.
"You'll just have to model your new dress when we get home!"
Nanaki stared blankly at her adoptive mother. "What?" she asked. Surely she had heard wrong.
"Don't you want Vegeta and Trunks to see how beautiful you look?" Bulma replied, oblivious to Aki's shocked tone.
"Dad won't care, and Trunks will only make fun of me," Nanaki answered. "So what's the purpose?"
"Come on now, Aki honey, don't be so modest," Bulma scolded. "Besides, Bra will be so happy if you want to show her the dress."
Nanaki sighed. Now wasn't the time to get on her mother's bad side. Besides, if it was for her little sister... "Fine," she groaned. "But only for Bra."
"Great honey," Bulma smiled as they pulled into the driveway. "We'll do it right away!" She ushered Nanaki to her bedroom and made the girl change while she went to announce the modeling to the rest of the family. When Nanaki emerged wearing her dress, everyone was waiting in the living room, thanks to Bulma. Vegeta simply grunted, and Trunks whistled teasingly. "Come on, Aki, twirl around so we can see the back," Bulma instructed.
"I do not twirl," Nanaki replied dryly. But she did turn slowly around so that everyone got the full view.
"Can I get a dress just like Aki's?" Bra asked her mother. "I want to go to a dance too! It'll be like the Cinderella story you tell me, except without the chores."
"She can take my place, and she can have the dress, too," Nanaki said hopefully. Bra giggled.
"Nonsense, Goten would be so disappointed if you didn't go. He may have even given up going with another girl just to take you," Bulma said. That got Vegeta's attention.
"No one told me she was going with Kakkarot's younger brat!" he exclaimed. "That's outrageous!"
""No, it's cute!" Bulma insisted. "She's going." Vegeta narrowed his eyes and grumbled, but he knew better than to argue with his mate. Nanaki sighed and snuck back towards her room, finally making it without her mother catching her. She had barely finished changing when there was a knock at the door. When the door was opened, Trunks stood there, looking smug.
Aki wanted to slam the door, but decided not to. "What do you want?" she hissed.
"Goten called while you were gone," he answered with a smirk. He held up a camera. "He told me to get a picture of you in your dress."
"He wants a picture?! Why, so he can sit and perve over it?!" Nanaki yelled. "I am going to kill you and your idiot friend! Why is it that you seem responsible for all the problems I ever have?!" Sure, she was probably exaggerating a little, but that's how she felt at the time.
"Shut up, shorty, you think you make life a picnic for me?" Trunks shot back. "You've been giving me shit since the day you showed up!"
"It's not like I chose to land here! Hell, I don't even remember leaving anywhere, all I remember is the date when I was born! I don't even know my real name!"
"I can't believe you don't remember anything. What could have happened that could make you forget four years of your life?!"
Aki rolled her eyes. "If I knew, then I'd be remembering something, wouldn't I?"
"Never mind," Trunks snorted. He turned away and walked down the hall to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Nanaki walked into her own room and plopped down on the bed. It always had bothered her, not being able to remember even a tiny bit about her first four years of life. But now it weighed on her all the more, topping off all the frustrations she already felt. "Stupid brother," she muttered. But then she realized that he wasn't really her brother, even though she'd been saying he was for ten years. It was weird to think about. She was a Saiya- jin, child of a nearly extinct race. Where did she come from?
She looked at the dress laid out across the end of her bed and kicked at it halfheartedly. "Stupid dress. You led to all this."
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Ouch, I'm glad I wasn't there. That would've hurt my ears. They're mad. Hehe. I love torturing them...