It's a Saturday night:
A fire red Mitsubishi 3000GT pulls up along a crunchy gravel driveway, breaking the silence in the still, surburbian air. Alongside of it, a jet black Mustang GT pulls up and parks as well, creating a crunchy and creaking noise. The evening sun shines brightly upon the windows, reflecting a bright sheen upon the mansion's tall windows. Two women step out of the cars, reaching back in to grab about 4 bags of shopping items each.
"Argh!" the beautiful brunette growls. Apparently, the large shopping bags are stuck in the small doorway of the 3000GT. "Stupid bags. I should've used my -- AHHH!" the girl screamed as she fell backwards onto the granite gravel. Sitting up and groaning, the fair-skinned, frying-pan armed lady of about 22 started picking gravel from her long, black tresses.
"Chi! What the heck did you do?" her best friend, the gorgeous, blue-haired heiress of Capsule Corp. yelled as she ran overto her, "Are you OK?" then suddenly, she realized what happened and started laughing hysterically. "Oh my gosh... girl!" she chuckled as she reached down and grabbed Chichi's hand to lift her to her feet. The blue-eyed beauty was about 23, and her long, aqua marine hair traveled long, down to her waist! She was none other than Bulma Briefs!
"Oh shut up..."ChiChi rebutted.
Together, they finished gathering their many bags, which they collected after about 7 hours of shopping, and headed toward the front door of the Capsule Corp. estate. The large fountain in the front of the mansion had justturned onwith little garden lights lighting up around it, creating altogether a very serene and romantic get-up. After fumbling for and findingthe key to the house, Bulma opened the door to find that only she and Chichi were the only oneshome.
"Mom? Dad? Hellooo?" Bulma hadn't expected them to be gone. Yet, the lights were off, except for the little ones of the kitchen counter, the house was silent, and she didn't smell any goods being baked in their state-of-the-art kitchen. Placing her bags down in the main hallway, Bulma flicked on a couple of hall lights and made her way to the kitchen. After glancing around, she noticed there was a sticky note attached to the fridge.
"'We're on our way to the international technology fair in Canada. Love you bunches! And keep up with the work. Love, Mom and Dad.' Wonderful," Bulma stated outloud as she walked back into the main hall. "Hey Chi? Let's get our stuff up stairs. We got that dancing club we're going to tonight, and we've only got about..." Bulma checked her watch, "...1 and a half hours left till we got to get in line."
All this time, ChiChi had been engrossed in the television, flipping between the Style Network and the Food Channel.
"Yeah.. ok... Oh! Coming!" Chichi exclaimed has she popped out of her T.V. trance and turned off the TV.
1 hour later...
Bulma stepped out of her personal, extra-large walk-in closet, dressed from head to toe in a sexy and classy outfit, ready to go boogie! Bulma presses a button on a remote she's holding and an announcer voice comes on to describe her outfit:
"Bulma is wearing one of the hottest styles in right now: Clad in a mid-theigh, red halter dress made of the finest Italian leather and strappy Steve Madden heels, she brings out her brilliant neckline with a 3-K diamond necklace along with matching earrings and bracelet. Her hair is strung up into a messy, mermaid-esque up-do with strands framing her magnificant, fair face, astrewn with miniature, diamond bobby pins and flowers. Doesn't she look fabulous! Look at that--" The announcer voice was cut off abruptly by Chi's pulling of the speaker plug.
"Oh Bulma! Give me a break, chica! That was the worst announcment I have ever heard Speakonia give for you! You wrote all those hot things about yourself, you little ham!" ChiChi exclaimed while laughing at the same time.
Bulma laughed really hard at ChiChi'sreaction as she headed over to her vanity counter to put on her make-up. ChiChi was already in her dancing outfit: Wearing a deep violet, spagetti-strapped, mid-thiegh dress, she accented her features and straight, balck hair with an onyx and 24-K gold necklace with matching earrings and braclets. Her make-up was already done, resulting in accents of rose and purple over her lips, cheeks, and eyes. She smelled of sweet perfume and apples. Bulma went for a more of a cherry scent.
Finally after 10 minutes of make-up, now both of the girls apeared to be of a divine, but sexy, nature. "Let's go!"
The sun was starting to set on the other side of the neighborhood as a short, dark, and handsome man lounged in his black loveseat made of soft, Italian leather while waiting for his buddy to finish up his hygiene routine.
"Kakarotto! If you don't hurry up, then by damn I'm leaving you here, baka! You're taking so Kami forsaken long in that hygiene room!" Vegeta threatened as he glanced at his watch.
"Aw... Vegeta! you know when I get nervous about public outingsI have to use the restroom! The doctor said that--"
"I don't care what some doctor said or not! I want to get the hell out of here and get to that sorry excuse for a mate-recruiting are--"
"Vegeta! It's not a place for 'recruiting mates' as you put it, " Goku stated in a mocking way, "but a place to have fun, dance, meet cute girls, and ooooo... the food! Their hot wings are so--"
"KAKAROTTO!"
"Sorry! i'm coming! Almost done..." Vegeta heard a strange noise, then the loud toilet flushing. While getting rid of the cringe on his face before Goku stepped out of the bathroom, Vegeta stood up and grabbed his cell phone and black leather jacket. He threw Goku's at him as well, smacking his friend in the face.
"Let's go."
Hey everyone! I apologize for this first part of the story being so darn short, but I was getting off to a slow start. also, I have to hit the sack now (i've got an interview tomorrow! Yay!) Anyways, the story will get better, I promise. Goodnight everyone! R & R!
