Rows of chairs in front of benches and mirrored walls. Trays of combs, clips, scissors, shavers, brushes and hairdryer ends. Bowls of colours, with foil. Stacks of old, out-of-date fashion and gossip magazines. Girls in aprons with over-coloured hair piled high. Men in tight pants and clippers in hand. The hair salon. And through the door, the manicures, pedicures, and tanning salon. The full beauty works.

"I guess we'll meet up with you girls in a little while." Goku said nervously to his wife.

"Come by in a couple of hours." Bulma instructed.

"Whatever." Vegeta snapped, clasping his hands over his hair at the sight of the hairdressers with a pair of scissors.

"Have fun!" Goku forced a grin, and took off, Vegeta quickly catching up.

ChiChi sighed and shook her head. Bulma couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah! Miss Bulma. So good so see you again!" A young man wearing black gushed forth and led the two to their chairs.

"You too, Romano." Bulma giggled. "You do know I'm married?"

"I keep forgetting." Romano smiled. "What kind of look are we going for this time?"

"I think a few curls would go a long way," ChiChi suggested.

"Oh! So darling!" Romano agreed. "Don't worry, Ms ChiChi, Remani will be along in a minute."

"Thanks." ChiChi picked up a magazine.

"I'll give it a little snip at the bottom to get rid of split ends, and then I'll give it a curl, shall I?" Romano pulled a stool up and draped the large cloth over Bulma.

"Sounds great!" Bulma giggled.

Soon, Remani joined ChiChi and began snipping. Although ChiChi only wanted a cut, the stress from living with the Sons had brought on grey hair, and she needed a colour.

After much fuss and chatter from the two stylists, the girls were left to their own devices.

ChiChi sighed, flipping through one of the beauty magazines. "It's so hard, isn't it?"

"What?" Bulma asked, looking up from her own mag.

"Keeping up with fashion. Making and keeping yourself pretty." She set down her copy of Cleo. "I mean, you and me, we're pretty lucky, since all we need is a cut now and then. Natural beauty. But all this pressure..."

Bulma frowned. This was a pretty deep thought.

"Oh, I don't know." Bulma mused. "Everybody has that natural potential to be really beautiful. Guys included. Some people just lose confidence; don't keep themself fit, or even just get the wrong haircut or wardrobe."

The pair sat and thought for a moment.

"Some people are just plain ugly though," ChiChi snipped, grinning.

"Oh really?" Bulma challenged. "I don't think so. I bet I could make anyone look good. With help from a salon and elite shopping mall of course."

"Anyone?" ChiChi asked slyly.

"Yeah." Bulma smirked, rather like Vegeta.

"Let's prove that, shall we?" ChiChi suggested.

"Alright then! You name the person, just name them!"

"Okay then. And you have to get them prettied up with the least amount of changes, to prove your 'natural potential' theory."

"Fine!" Bulma agreed. "How shall we test my work?"

ChiChi grinned evilly, and showed Bulma her Cleo.

BACHELOR OF THE YEAR COMPETITION

"I guess you're choosing a guy, then?" Bulma asked.

"Sort of." ChiChi chuckled.

"Sort of?" Bulma repeated. "Who..?"

ChiChi only chuckled as Remani came back over and began taking off the foils. Bulma could only stare in confusion.

"Sort of?"

ChiChi turned back as she was lead over to the basins. "Think green."

Bulma paled.