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"Mom...Did you seriously think I would wear this?" a disgruntled teenager announced as she pulled back the curtains and stepped into a large dressing room.
Bunny Briefs glanced up from her magazine and inwardly smiled. Her daughter was wearing a black chiffon dress that practically draped itself onto her petite form. Her signature cerulean hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail where it then cascaded down her back in waves due to the braids. Natural curves were accentuated by the dark material which was styled like a Grecian gown, fitting snug against her bosom. It was held by two intricate golden sequined ribbons that were wrapped underneath her breasts creating a high belt and was then tied at the back. The dress flowed out fluffily just underneath the tightly fitted bodice in long streams and ruffles created an ethereal yet seductive look. However, the whole attire was accessorized with a frown and an icy blue glare.
"Honey you look beautiful. I just knew this was the dress for you," she said while inspecting the whole look once more.
"Are you kidding? I look old! I told you I don't want to wear a long dress. Why do-"
"Can you tighten this bit right here," Bunny pointed at her daughter's bust line to the waiting seamstresses.
"Mom are you even listening to me!"
"Yes...yes honey I'm listening," she replied absentmindedly while studying the dress. Her daughter had a point, there was just something missing from the outfit.
"Do you have scissors with you by any chance?"
"Yes ma'am, here you are."
"What are you gonna do with that?" Bulma nervously interrupted.
"Oh just to make it look a tad bit modern looking like you wanted honey. Now hold still," Bunny replied as she began to cut through the dress. Her daughter and the seamstresses could only watch in horror as she sliced through the beautiful gown until the hem of the dress touched mid-thigh.
"There don't you like it?"
Long slim legs were now shown as another accessory. It screamed for attention and seduction, something, Bunny assumed a teenager would want. However, it had the exact opposite effect on her adolescent daughter. Without waiting for an answer, she quickly exited the room giving instructions for the rest of her daughter's wardrobe before going through another dressing room to pick her own gown.
"Wha- Mom- I WANT ANOTHER GOWN!" a scream echoed as the dressing door closed quietly.
Exactly two hours later, Professor Briefs and his wife waited patiently outside the dress shop waiting for their daughter to join them in their limo.
"What's taking her so long?" he said impatiently while glancing at his watch.
Before his wife could answer him, their daughter emerged. Her hair was still pulled back in a simple pony tail yet several strands were coaxed down to caress her ears and cheeks. A light dusting of golden shimmer was dusted across her chest and neck, giving compliment to the very short modern gown. No artifice was needed to add color to her soft coral mouth or to intensify the depths of the blue eyes. Her makeup was very light, consisting only of a hint of blush and gloss to make her lips shine. The look was carried off with a pair of knee length sharp heeled boots which accenting her slim legs. She also donned a bangle of golden bracelets on her right wrist. Although the young lady still wore a frown, Professor Briefs and his wife could very well see that their daughter now looked the part of a "typical" heiress.
"You look very beautiful," he gruffly announced as she stood waiting to enter the car. No response was made to this except for an exasperated sigh and the subject then climbed into the car giving both her parents an icy silent treatment during the ride.
"Now Bulma, there will be lots of important people there," her mother reminded.
As her parents began to tick off what was going to be expected of her at the soiree, the young lady was slowly simmering inside. She hated attending these kinds of functions. Even the prospect of confronting her would-be rival in this particular event did nothing to soothe her anger. Here she was, a brilliant young woman, heading to a place where her intelligence has no relevance to society at all. Everything will be measured on how she acted and what she wore. Her family's reputation depended solely on how she could withstand the artificiality games that will be played tonight.
The limo was now creeping slowly to the hotel plaza where the soiree was held. Dozens of other rides were lined up waiting to exit and to go through the doors to have their picture taken from the press.
"Bulma remember to not answer any questions concerning the company. Tonight is not the night to talk about business," her father droned on. She rolled her eyes to this comment knowing full well that tonight was all about business. They were just afraid that she'll slip up one way or another, not like she cared.
As she exited the limo with her parents, shouts and flashes of bulbs met her eyes. Automatically, Bulma started to smile coyly at the media while sauntering to the hotel doors. Ignoring the obscene questions and gestures, she walked the carpet; occasionally pausing to pose for a few photographers making sure her expression was the exact same for each one. Just as she entered through the doors, a roar from the media made her turn around just slightly. It seems that the Ouji's have arrived.
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Upon exiting his limo door, Goku tightened his bow tie and glanced uncertainly at his cousin and aunt who seemed to display such debonair for the press.
Vegeta was wearing an impeccable suit that was cut just for him. The foreboding black eyes and the serious scowl were now present towards media for pictures. His trademark flame styled hair was accented with a diamond stud on each ear. As the heir to his father's corporation, he escorted his mother down the carpet. The resemblance was keen to everyone's eyes as they quickly took pictures at this rare sight. His mother was wearing a simple black elegant gown and her dark red hair was pulled back in a coiffure. Her eyes were the same smoldering black as his with just a hint of arrogance and superiority present.
"Mr. Ouji, will your father join the party later on?" a question was asked as they posed for more pictures. He turned an icy glare at the reporter and paused as if contemplating what action to take. A nudge from his cousin forced him back to reality and he smirked.
"My father is on a business trip. I will represent the company tonight," he replied suavely. As they resumed the slow yet necessary trip down the carpet, just ahead he observed a fetching young lady, in a short black dress wearing a rebellious pair of boots who was just inside the hotel's entrance. From his stance, he could see little of her because of the flashing bulbs but he had a certain feeling who she was due to her wavy blue hair.
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"Kade Ouji! I just knew it was you out there," gushed Bunny Briefs as she approached the foreboding party thathad entered the hotel. They both exchanged artificial smiles and hugged one another just for show.
"Bunny, my what a beautiful gown you have on tonight."
"Not as beautiful as yours I suppose." After a shared laugh, Bunny mentioned her daughter to join them.
"I would like to introduce my daughter to you Kade. This is Bulma." As Bulma walked over and murmured a necessary comment, she felt Vegeta's smoldering black eyes on her and wished she wasn't placed in this predicament. She never felt so self-conscious before in her life than with his intense stare focused on her. To turn the tables around, she coolly returned his stare, determined not to be affected by his subtle intimidation.
"As you very well know, my son Vegeta and my nephew Goku," Kade gestured after Bulma stepped back next to her mother. Goku grinned in response while Vegeta quietly acknowledged them with a slight nod.
"I heard your daughter just enrolled in Westhaven."
"Why yes, she'll be in the same grade as Vegeta and Goku."
"My...what a clever girl..." Both ladies continued to make small talk while walking towards the party together leaving Bulma alone with Goku and Vegeta due to the fact that her father was now mingling with the crowd just ahead.Both men were dressed in a distinguished way that made them almost unrecognizable. The same could be said for Bulma yet she knew how this was a façade to her character.
"You look very nice tonight Ms. Briefs," Goku nervously said trying to break the tension that surrounded them as he scratched the back of his unruly hair.
"Thank you and please call me Bulma," she replied easily. His quiet companion narrowed his eyes at her friendliness.
"I never had the chance to say hello before...Vegeta," she murmured while observing the handsome young man. In his evening clothes, he was very formidable; his dark lean good looks were intensified by the white shirt. The air of aloofness about him strangely made Bulma want to crack his icy barrier. It was time to put her plan in motion.
"It's alright...I was never acquainted with you in prior events Ms. Bulma," he replied softly emphasizing on her name. She stiffened at his response sensing that he was planning something as well as she. Glancing to her right where Goku stood, she smiled brightly and asked if they should join the party.As his cousin automatically started to escort her down the hallway,the flame haired young man nudged him aside. The blue haired heiress observed his action in surprise and annoyance.Vegeta only smirked and offered his own arm to escort her through the hallway. She glanced questioningly at him and politely declined. He narrowed his black eyes at this action and decided to take matters into his own hands.
"I insist," he gruffly announced just as she was walking away, grabbing her slim white hand and placing it on his arm. As he forced her to walk along side with him, thoughts and ideas were already conjured in his head. Vegeta knew she was playing a game alright and nothing was going to stop him from finding out.
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