A Match Made in Heaven

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I have 2 stories going on at once, so I'll try to update as much as possible, most likely at least once a week

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anybody from DBZ (damn shame, tho).

CHAPTER 2 ~ A Night of Packing

Chichi had gone home to pack and to tell her father, who was most likely going to rejoice, that she was leaving. Bulma had returned to Capsule Corporation and ignored her father while she locked herself in her bedroom. She looked through her dresser drawers for something that would be most befitting of a concubine. Although she did not want to be picked too often, she hardly had any clothes that didn't show off some form of her body, whether it was her cleavage or her legs.

By the time she finished packing all the clothes that she was going to need, Chichi had arrived with her measly bag and was sitting on Bulma's bed, watching her. She smiled as she watched her friend struggle with closing her suitcase, she already had a back filled with all of her shoes. As she started laughing, she stood up to help Bulma, who finally succeeded in closing the offending object.

Smacking herself in the forehead, Bulma swore, "Shit! I forgot to pack my cosmetics!" She rushed into the adjoining bathroom and came back out with her arms filled with little cases. Bulma opened a large holding box and neatly organized her make-up in it as Chichi stared with wide eyes. Closing it, she turned and entered the closet returning with a bag to put the box in. Oh! Maybe I should take my capsules and the gravity machine with me, she thought, grabbing a case of capsules and throwing it into the bag along with the box of make-up.

"Bulma?" Chichi queried.

"Yeah, Chichi?" she replied.

"Earlier, you were going to tell me about something that your dad gave to you. What was it?"

Bulma's face grew into a large grin. "Well…" she began, "my dad has been working on this invention secretly for at least a year. This invention will help increase power faster than usual. He made a gravity machine. What it does is it increases the gravity, like, say by 10 times the normal gravity of Vegetasei. That way Saiyans can train faster, by the increase in gravity."

"I can see why he worked on it secretly. The King would use it for his own benefit, and there has been enough destruction as it is," Chichi responded.

Bulma snatched Chichi's bag out of her hands. "Now let's see what you have packed for the palace." She unzipped the plain brown sack. She pulled out a few dresses, quite ugly ones, too, some skirts and shirts, they don't even match, and a small container with the base necessities, ugh, how horrible. "Chichi, you are so lucky that I didn't even pack close to half of my closet."

Her black-haired friend bit her lip and looked at her feet. "I can't help it Bulma, you know what my dad thinks of me."

Bulma put an arm around her friend, pulled her up off the bed and towards the closet. "Chichi, I know that you hate doing things like borrowing my clothes, but it really doesn't matter to me, and those things that you have packed are a disgrace, even to a concubine."

Chichi forced a smile, knowing that her friend was right. As she pulled out another suitcase, Bulma started to throw clothing out of her closet and into a large pile. Once she figured that there were enough clothes, Bulma exited her almost empty closet and stood watching Chichi, who was not moving.

"Well," Bulma said. "Let's get started. I want to see all of that," she pointed at the large pile of clothes, "on you."

Hours passed as Bulma had Chichi try different things on. She would throw a shirt at Chichi, then throw a skirt to her. Then she would take back the shirt and have Chichi try on a different one, and when she didn't like it, she would have her black-haired friend put back on the same shirt that she had just tried on. As the large pile started to recede, another pile, made up of the clothes that fit, started to grow in size.

Extremely tired from trying on all those clothes, Chichi sat down on the bed glad that there were none left to try on. Then again, she and Bulma had to go back through all the clothes, fold them, and pack them into the empty suitcase. She smiled as she and Bulma went to work on the pile of clothes. Fortunately, this time there was not as much trouble closing the suitcase as there was when Bulma was packing her own.

The girls placed the suitcases next to the door to Bulma's bedroom. Both were getting somewhat depressed as time progressed and they got closer to leaving. Bulma pulled down the covers to her bed as Chichi did the same with the guest bed she had in her room. They climbed into the welcoming beds and flicked off the lamps next to the beds.

"Bulma?"

"Yeah, Chichi?"

"Do you think that they'll keep us together?"

"I sure hope so," said Bulma. "I want to know everything that goes on with you, and I'm sure you feel the same."

Chichi closed her eyes. "We'll be together, I just know it."

"Goodnight, Chichi. Dream of all the hot palace guards."

She laughed, "Yeah, you too."

Chichi was able to fall asleep relatively fast. However, Bulma stayed up late, listening to the light snores of her best friend and thinking about what was going to come, and the decision that she had made. Unable to stay awake any longer, Bulma fell into a deep sleep.

**AN:

Well… wasn't that just delightful, a whole bunch of words describing how two women pack. I promise, it'll get much better ;-)

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