Kale had stayed in Capsule Corporation with Cabba that night. Cabba's designated room was humongous and so a second bed was moved into the room for Kale. ("Until you two get more comfortable with each other," Bulma had said with a wink, either oblivious to their blushing or not caring at all about it).
The two saiyans had been unable to sleep that night and opted to talk instead. Their conversations primarily contained talk about Capsule Corp.'s party yesterday. They had really gotten to know the other Z Senshi warriors a little more; even Kale had opened up to Muten Roshi (completely unaware that he had been eyeing her chest the whole time). After leaving the old man by himself to get a drink of water, she had returned only to find him in a comical heap on the ground, Cabba standing nearby with a vein throbbing on his forehead, having realized the Turtle Hermit's perverted intentions. Though Kale had been a bit upset at first, she soon got over it when Cababa's act of chivalry truly registered in her brain. In the end, she had ended up sticking to Cabba and Caulifla.
Kale yawned and shuffled to the bathroom, closing the door. Today was the day. It was something that Kale dreaded but, at the same time, could barely contain her excitement for. It was their date: Kale and Cabba's date. Well it wouldn't really be a date; more like just friends hanging out, especially since both Cabba and Kale had agreed that Caulifla should tag along with them and invited Caulifla to join them at Bulma's party. The other saiyan had gladly accepted, though Kale suspected that she wanted to keep an eye on Cabba so he wouldn't try anything. Truthfully, Kale appreciated that, but she couldn't help but feel indignant on Cabba's behalf.
In the bedroom, Cabba was just awakening after a long night talking with Kale. He sat up in his bed and stretched, his muscles still sore from yesterday's 'friendly' spar with Caulifla. She can sure punch, that's a given, Cabba privately grumbled as he got out of bed. Noticing that Kale was out of her bed and hearing the bathroom tap running, he decided to leave Kale to her own devices, checking his drawer for the cash to pass time. He had enough in that single wad to buy over five hundred expensive, top-of-the-market jetcopters. It was more than enough to simply buy a few outfits and food.
"Kale, are you nearly done?" Cabba called as he took the appropriate amount of zeni from the drawer. He tucked the money into a wallet that Bulma had given him when he first arrived. The rest of the money had to be kept in the drawer as the wad was simply far too fat to fit into any wallet. Capsules could have done it, but it was simply unconventional; the money would fly out everywhere every time it was released.
"Not yet," Kale replied, her voice hardly carrying over the rush of the shower water. "Give me a minute."
As he waited for her, he decided to check out what was available in the closet. He eyed some of the flashier outfits distastefully, not wanting anything that would attract any unwanted attention. No, no... no... Is this shirt supposed to be reminiscent of the 'disco' Bulma talked about? He opened one closet after the other but couldn't really find anything that suited him. Of course, he had his armor, but he had just gone through the process of deciding not to attract unwanted attention.
Cabba sighed. Even back on Sadala, Cabba always had trouble fitting in. He was short and small, taller than the average female but definitely shorter than the average male. For that, he had gotten much flack from it, especially from his commandant at the Sadala Defence Forces bootcamp.
"I'm done," Kale's voice reached his ears and she came out wearing a simple white blouse with a skirt.
Quickly, Cabba snatched up a plain tee and shorts and made his way to the bathroom. I hope she doesn't think of me as an indecisive person...
As he showered, Kale sat on the bed and fidgeted nervously. Her heart raced as she thought of the spending the entire day with Cabba. Of course, Caulifla would be there too, but she knew that her sis was smart and considerate enough to give she and Cabba some time alone.
There was a knock on the door and Caulifla came in before Kale could answer. The woman looked worse for wear, having not gotten much sleep last night; she'd been too angry. The fight she and Goku had was rough, and though she healed quickly thanks to her saiyan genes, she was covered with bruises and other lacerations that were still recovering. In other words, she was (almost) absolutely fine. She had decided to don the outfit she normally wore before she started her training.
"Caulifla," Kale said, mildly surprised. "Cabba's still bathing so if you don't mind waiting..."
"It's fine," Caulifla told her, sounding as tired as she looked.
"D-do you want to wear something else?" asked Kale, remembering the taxi driver's advice on not showing too much skin.
"... I suppose. What do you have?"
As they rummaged through the closet, Kale decided to strike up some conversation. "I'm so glad you'll be joining us today... I don't know what'd I do without you. Are you going to buy some new gis?"
At once Caulifla stiffened. "No. There's no need."
"O-oh... Why's that sis?"
Caulifla's hands gripped particularly tightly on a purple dress as she pulled it aside and grabbed a plain blouse and pants. She growled under her breath, making Kale step back slightly in alarm.
When Caulifla didn't answer and began changing instead, Kale tried again. "Is everything okay, sis?"
Caulifla buttoned up her blouse and rolled the sleeves up. "Okay?" She hesitated. "Yes, everything's okay now that I'm here with you. You're my beacon in the dark, remember?"
Kale beamed at the compliment but then frowned slightly. "A-are you sure, sis? You look... down."
Caulifla flashed her a forced grin. "Maybe if you smile and laugh today, I won't feel so down. A day without laughter is a day wasted, Kale. And trust me when I say that you've already wasted many days." She finished buttoning her blouse and out her pants on. "So will you do me a favor Kale?"
"Sure...! What is it?"
"Laugh, Kale. I want you to laugh and enjoy yourself, today. Don't worry about me. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Caulifla gave her protégée a thumbs up. "Okay?"
"Okay!"
"... And I mean it when I say no flying in front of people!" Bulma finished. She tossed them a Hoi Poi capsule. "If you really want to experience life as a human, take this. It's got a self-driving car inside it. It's still a prototype but since I invented it, it's perfectly safe!" The heiress rubbed her chin. "Speaking of driving, at least one of you should try and get a driving licence if you're going to stay here long term."
"Thanks, Bulma. And please tell Master Vegeta I'm really sorry for missing out on training today," said Cabba.
Are we going to stay here long term? wondered Caulifla. Cabba and Kale had only come here because of her. Now that she was no longer training with Goku, what purpose did she have here? She snorted. The training hadn't even lasted a week before Chi Chi intervened.
"Yeah, yeah. You go on and have fun guys," Bulma told them, waving as she back-pedalled. "I have to get back to my lab... Lot's of things to consider," she muttered under her breath.
A giant, extravagant sign announced the presence of 'HERCULOPOLIS MALL' as Caulifla, Cabba and Kale arrive. All of them sweatdropped at the sight of Hercule Satan's unprepossessing visage smiling down at them.
"That is one ugly statue," Caulifla commented, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "What kind of clowns designed this place?"
They had just been about to leave Capsule Corp when they had run into Vegeta, who was drinking an iced coffee. When he had asked (demanded) where they were going and they had told him "West City Mall", he had instantly paled and advised them not to go to West City Mall. When Cabba asked why, the saiyan prince had only shook his head while muttering something about "elevators" and "fat people". Seeing the traumatized expression on Vegeta's face was enough to dissuade them and so they had traveled to nearby Herculopolis in the hopes of finding a better, safer mall.
Needless to say, they were not impressed.
"Are you sure we're in the right place?" said Cabba. "I mean, I'm almost certain we are, but..." He gestured to the horrendous Hercule Satan statue that was erected right in the middle of the boulevard.
"I'm sure it'll look better on the inside," Kale told her friends. "We should give it a chance."
As they walked down the boulevard and into the mall, Caulifla couldn't help but notice that she and Kale were getting a lot of male attention. She smirked. As if Cabba would let any male near Kale. And there was no way Caulifla would give a measly human the time of day.
"Where to first?" asked Caulifla, shoving her hands in the pockets of her slacks. When they didn't answer she said, "Surely we've got some kind of plan?"
"Eheh, not really," admitted Cabba. "But oh! Look!" He ran up to a glowing screen displaying an array of numbers and letters. A minimized map sat in the corner of the screen. "This... seems to be some sort of directory." The saiyan started tapping the screen with a look of awe on his face. "This reminds me of the technology on Planet Sadala!"
As the trio crowded around the directory, across the mall, a female duo were checking out all the hottest clothes available at every designer store. Not that they could afford it, but it was nice to take a look.
"Vaaaallll!" Yumi Megumi whined. "I'm tired. Why are we even here?!" She stomped her foot. "I want to go home! Now!"
"Be quiet, you little brat!" hissed Val. Her once lovely ginger locks were now gone, in its place a cheap red wig. Her precious hair had been burned off during the chi explosion Cabba and Kale had caused when they fired a gigantic blast at her. "You know mommy and daddy cut off all my credit cards but if we look like we're desperate enough maybe they'll relent."
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"J-just shut up!" Val huffed and pulled a pouting Yumi along. "I'm going to Gurls4Eva and you are coming with me!"
"Don't wanna, don't wanna! I want to go to Candyland!" Yumi shouted, referring to the giant dessert-themed kids play area on level one. "Vaaaalll!"
"ARGH! Can't you quit yapping for five minutes?! I can never set foot in East City again if I want to save face! I can't believe I'm shopping at this two-bit mall. Don't you feel at least a little bit sorry for me?"
Remembering how badly Val had treated Kale, Yumi stuck out her tongue at her sister. "Nope. You were being a real meanie pants!" She winced as she felt her sister's manicure dig into the skin of her wrist. "Hey! That hurts, you know."
"It's what brats get when they don't behave."
Yumi glared at Val. Don't behave?! Grr, I'll show you 'don't behave'... She muttered a spell quietly aimed her finger at Val's head, smirking when the spell was completed. Now we wait...
Val suddenly halted, her eyes growing wide. "Oh. My. God." In her stilettos, she dashed up to a brown-haired woman wearing shades. The woman's hair was tied up in a high ponytail and she was dressed smartly in designer clothes.
The woman faltered as she saw Val charging at her like an angry Hulk on steroids, sweatdropping slightly. "Erk...! Don't tell me..."
"COCOA AMAGURI!" Val practically screamed. "OMG! I AM, LIKE, YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"
"Shh, shh!" hissed Cocoa. "I'm... trying to be incognito here."
A few people had glanced their direction but, thankfully for Cocoa, they didn't really pay attention Val's screaming at the top of her lungs. Cocoa sighed in relief and pushed up her shades.
"I am seriously your biggest fan, no joke," Val proclaimed. "I am absolutely in love with all your songs." She bit her lip. "Do you think... you could come take a selfie with me?" The former-demon pulled out her cute phone and grinned cheesily.
"Sure," said Cocoa. "But please make it quick. I'm supposed to be meeting someone today."
"Right!" Val re-positioned her camera so that she could capture both Cocoa and herself in the frame. "Say cheese!"
Right then, Yumi's spell took effect. Cocoa's eyes widened as she saw Val's red wig fall off her head through the phone. It seemed to all happen in slow motion. Just as Val finished saying "cheese" the entire hairpiece flew off as if it were possessed.
Yumi snickered.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"
"-AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A female shriek made three saiyans wince as they walked through the mall in search for a martial arts store.
"What the fuck?" Caulifla exclaimed, rubbing her ringing ears. "What kind of demon would make such a noise?!" If only she knew.
"It sounded like a thousand souls being tortured," Cabba muttered. "Man. This mall is pretty crazy."
Luckily, they were saved from having to wander anymore when a martial arts shop appeared on the horizon. Inside, racks of gis were displayed along with all sorts of other merchandise like weights and softwood for breaking. The fat man at the counter was watching something on his phone and didn't look up as the saiyans entered the store.
"Smash his ass Goku!" the fat man quietly cheered as he followed the fight between Goku and Freeza on Namek on Z-Tube. "Kamehameha!"
Caulifla paid no attention to the guy manning the counter, choosing instead to twirl a 60 kilo weight between her fingers. She spun it on one finger like one would do with a basketball, her eyes bored. Of course Cabba wanted to come here... But seriously, what's so great about it. She started punting the weight up in the air with her feet.
"This is so cool!" Cabba cried as he examined a black gi with white kanji on the fabric, ignoring the stack of Dragon Ball Movies the store was selling. "What do you think, Kale?"
Kale smiled up at him. "You look really nice, Cabba. Are you going to buy it?"
"Probably. Do you think Vegeta would approve?"
"Why do you care what he thinks, Cabba?" asked Caulifla as she walked up to them, using her chi to make an invisible cushion that bounced several heavy weights up at down. It circled around her like a halo.
"I have lots of respect for Master Vegeta," Cabba answered without hesitation. "I can learn so much from him. He is powerful and good-hearted, even if he may seem rough around the edges at times."
"Hn. For your sake, I hope your mentor doesn't drop you because his wife doesn't approve."
"Huh? Caulifla, what are you talking about -"
"YEAAAHH!" A blonde man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hooked his beefy arm around Cabba's smaller shoulders. "How's it doing, folks? Anything I can help you with?" He flexed his muscles, which were quite impressive by human standards. "The name's Sharpner and I'm the local fighting guru around this place." He pointed too the tag pinned on his uniform, which indeed read "Sharpner". "If you need to know anything about martial arts, just come to me! I'm your man."
... What a bonehead, thought Caulifla, looking strangely at Sharpner. She prodded his power level. Weak too. He's barely in the fifties if you put numbers to it. And he claims to know everything martial arts? The weights she juggled collapsed around her as she became increasingly displeased by Sharpner. The bonehead didn't even notice when the metal discs went crashing onto the floor.
"That's one of our real popular ones," Sharpner was saying, referring to the black gi that Cabba held. "It comes with an undershirt too. I understand if someone as scrawny as you won't wanna show off your... nonexistent pecs."
Cabba's visage twisted into a glare as the wound to his saiyan pride burned. But what could he do? Bulma had specifically told them not to hurt any humans or else there'd be dire consequences. To add to it, Kale was watching too! What would Vegeta do? Cabba grabbed Sharpner's shirt, his face unchanging as he did so.
The beefy man yelped as he was pulled. "H-hey man, what the hell?!"
"Don't ever talk to me like that again," Cabba said darkly. "Respect your superiors, weakling." With that, he tossed Sharpner onto the ground, indifferent to his pain filled wince.
Caulifla burst out laughing. "About time you grew a backbone, Cabba!" She elbowed Kale gently. "What do you think, Kale? You impressed?"
"O-oh, umm... Very! You sure showed him, Cabba," Kale praised, her cheeks blushing red.
Cabba rubbed the back of his head, flustered by her praise. "Haha, thanks..."
Caulifla couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched their bashful interactions. If Kale had been anyone else, she would have told Cabba to screw her and get it over and done with. But this was different. This was Kale. It was then, she realized, that they were the perfect complement for one another. She found it admirable how protective Cabba was over Kale and it frustrated her that Kale was so oblivious to the affection behind Cabba's actions. If only I could give her some kind of push... If she pushed too hard, Kale would crumble. If she pushed too lightly, Kale wouldn't feel it at all. Damn it...
"We'll just get these, thanks," Cabba told the man, handing the cashier about fifteen versions of the same black gi.
The man blinked before adjusting his glasses. "Ah, r-right..."
As the shopkeeper scanned Cabba's purchase, Sharpner staggered to his feet, staring wide-eyed at the customers. H-how are they so powerful? I don't understand... I've trained for over eight years at Mr Satan's gym. Not even Joe could touch me. So what the hell are they?! He tried to rub the pain out of his arm as he cautiously approached Cabba. "H-hey man, I'm sorry for insultin' you earlier..." He held out his hand, wincing as he imagined Cabba breaking it. "Truce?" Sharpner blinked in surprise as he felt Cabba's smaller hand wrap around his.
"Truce."
Sharpner broke out into a grin. "Awesome!" Phew! "I gotta ask, though, how are you so strong? I've trained for years at Hercule Satan's gym. You shouldn't be able to put me down with one blow." I wouldn't even call it a blow... more like he picked me up and threw me to the ground like I was nothing! His face grew heated at that memory.
"Sorry, did you say Hercule Satan?" another voice spoke up.
Sharpner turned to look at Kale, whose eyes were growing increasingly fearful. "Uhh, yeah. You know, Mr Satan. The strongest man in the world? Videl's pop?" he added in the hopes that the females might be fans of Videl.
"Doesn't ring a bell," Caulifla said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who the hell is Mr Satan?" And how can he possibly be the strongest man in the world? The strongest power level I've ever felt on earth is Goku's. Of course, there was the possibility that Hercule was hiding his power level like the rest of the Z Senshi. That's probably it... So why has Goku never introduced me to this fighter? The fucking bastard... Her fists balled up as she thought of him. Son Goku, you are a coward...
Cabba glanced at Kale in concern. "Kale, what's wrong?"
His voice snapped Caulifla out of her thoughts. "Kale, tell us," she ordered sternly.
A bunch of more drunks stumbled down the walkway, seeing the man grab Kale. One of them wolf whistled while another called out, "Share her with us, buddy!" They all wandered over as if they were one single entity, their hands outstretched, prepared to roam every nook and cranny of her body.
"Please don't!" Kale pleaded, gently pushing them away. They were all weaklings and she could easily overpower all of them but she didn't want to resort to unnecessary violence. But it didn't look like they were going to relent. She put up her arms in a small stance, ready to defend herself.
The men guffawed, pointing and sneering at her. One of them stepped up. "Stupid bitch! There's lots of us and one of you." He directed a thumb toward his chest. "And I've been trained by the champ himself, Hercule Satan!"
"Haha, yeah!"
"You tell her, Joe!"
"Don't be too rough with her... save it for the bedroom instead!"
"Be a pal - save some for me!"
"Hercule Satan is an evil man!" burst out Kale, tears lining her eyes.
"What!" cried Sharpner, shocked at her outburst. "How could you say that? Mr Satan saved us from Cell and Majin Boo! You should be more grateful -"
"Shut up," snapped Caulifla, silencing him. "One more fucking word and you're dead." Her voice softened as she addressed Kale. "Why is Hercule Satan an evil man, Kale? What did he do?"
Sharpner looked very much like he wanted to protest but kept his mouth shut. That woman... she had a killer intent in her eyes. She wasn't afraid to go through with her threat, he realized. Eresa will be pissed if I die without saying goodbye to her, he thought, the angry visage of his wife of two years flashing through his mind.
Through her sobs, Kale told her about what Joe had proclaimed - that he had trained under Hercule Satan. "If this is the kind of training Hercule Satan imposes on his students, then he's not a good man at all!" bawled Kale.
"The fucking bastard," snarled Caulifla. "Where is this Hercule Satan? I don't care if he's the strongest in the world, I will hunt him down myself." He must be human. He's got no chance against me, even if being the strongest means he's stronger than Kuririn.
Sharpner couldn't keep it in anymore. "No, no! You've got the wrong idea." Caulifla and Cabba sent him an icy glare but he soldiered on. "Hercule Satan is a good man. It's a misunderstanding. I know the guy you're talking about. He's a total scumbag and only uses martial arts to pick up girls." He looked down at the ground in anger. "I didn't realize he'd be willing to go so far to get what he wants...!"
"He is a pig," growled Cabba. "Scum of the earth."
During all this, the fat cashier had been awkwardly observing the scene that had unfolded before him. He held up the bag. "Uhh, hey man. I finished scanning everything. It totals to three thousand zeni. Cash or card?"
"Oh, um, right," said Cabba. "Sorry about that. People like Joe just make me sick..." He flipped through his wallet before handing the cashier the appropriate amount.
"Have a good day!" called the cashier as they left the store and Sharpner behind.
Sharpner shook his head. Man oh man... This has been one weird day.
Gohan checked his watch and sighed, flipping through the menu with a bored expression. He had already ordered five different main courses while waiting for someone. Who was late. And being a professor, Gohan didn't like tardiness. Gohan had just finished ordering a basket of large fries for himself when a woman with chestnut brown hair sat down opposite him.
Cocoa Amaguri beamed at him. "Yo, Gohan! Long time no see. Sorry I'm late, you'd never believe what I had to go through..."
"It's okay, Cocoa," Gohan said politely. "How have you been?"
"Oh, you know, so and so..."
Though Cocoa and Barry had caused a small rift between Videl and Gohan, both of them had forgiven Cocoa for her actions. They were now good friends who met up quite frequently - just last week, Videl and gone to the spa with Cocoa and spent the entire day with her. Naturally, Videl was completely okay with Gohan wanting to spend time with the pop idol without her. There was a rare trust between them, something that Cocoa and Barry could never break.
"What about you Gohan?" asked Cocoa when she finished talking about how her parents were vacationing on a remote island somewhere. "How have your folks been?"
When she asked this, Gohan had to sigh. He removed his glasses and set them on the table. "Honestly? I don't think everything's been so great."
"Oh, why's that? I'll have a chocolate malt please," Cocoa said to the waiter that had just approached them, having seen Cocoa arrive.
"G-guah!" choked the waiter. "Y-you're Cocoa -"
"Shh..." Cocoa shushed him, placing a slender finger over her plump lips. "Please don't tell!"
"R-right!"
As the waiter hurried away, Cocoa turned back to Gohan. "Sorry about that. I swear, I can't go around without anyone mobbing me or giving me away sometimes."
"It's a real shame." Gohan nodded.
"Mm... Anyway, so what's happening at home?" Her brows knitted as she looked at him with concern. "You can tell me, Gohan. I have a feeling that that's what you wanted to talk about anyway."
"Are you sure?" He tapped his fingers on the metal table, giving away his discomfort. "I don't want to burden you with anything."
"Gohan, seriously, it's fine. Talking about it to someone else always makes you feel better. It's like sharing your troubles. Trust me, Gohan, it's no burden."
"Well, alright." He waited for the flustered waiter to put down his large fries and Cocoa's milkshake before continuing. "Ever since we got back from the tournament, Mom and Dad have had some... problems."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Tournament?"
Crapbaskets! Gohan cursed. "Y-yeah, a tournament. Just a friendly one. Anyway, my dad was competing and he met this other woman there. Dad went on to win the entire tournament and that woman, her name's Caulifla, asked dad to train him. Naturally, he agreed. I don't know why but Caulifla somehow forced them apart." He really was clueless to how that had happened. Being a university professor and living in Herculopolis with a young wife and daughter took a toll on him; the price he had to pay was less frequent visits to his parents' house. There were papers to grade, students to lecture, a family to look after... Before the party, he hadn't seen them since Caulifla made her first appearance in Universe 7 to challenge Goku to a rematch.
Cocoa shook her head in sympathy. "That doesn't sound good. No offence Gohan, but to me, an outsider, it sounds like your dad's cheating on your mom."
"I came to that conclusion too... But why? Why would he do such a thing to mom?"
"Maybe your mom's more involved than you thought," Cocoa pointed out, stirring her milkshake. "From what I've gathered from all those romance novels I read, my guess would have to be that your mom pushed your dad away and into Caulifla's waiting arms."
Gohan massaged his temples before eating a chip. "Yeah, okay... I just hope everything gets better soon. I haven't heard from mom or dad since yesterday. Videl told me that I should let them sort things out for themselves."
"And she's right. Your parents should try to sort things out themselves first before you get involved." She smiled wistfully. "I see why you can't tear yourself away from Videl. That girl is really amazing. No wonder my charm didn't work on you."
Gohan laughed genuinely for the first time that day. "Aww, it worked a little. But not enough, I'm afraid. Sorry about that."
"It's all good, Gohan. Trust me, you'd be even more sorry if you had gone all the way with me. It was just a kiss."
The rest of the afternoon was spent in bliss.
"Dry your tears, Kale," Caulifla ordered gently. "Crying really doesn't suit you." She wiped away Kale's tears with her sleeve, which she rolled down. "See? You look so much better."
Kale sniffed. "T-thanks, sis... I'm sorry for crying... I'm just... I'm just -"
"Shh. No more 'I'm just', Kale," Cabba said, remembering how much Caulifla hated it when Kale said "I'm just". "You're an amazing woman. It's not your fault bastards like Joe can't recognize it." He hugged her tightly, not even caring about how she would think of him. It was like an instinct now. Cabba had always had the instinct to protect, but this was different. More powerful. Even... sensual, in a way.
"I'm hungry," Caulifla declared, hoping to distract Kale from crying with food. Like all saiyans, Kale loved food. "Can we go grab a bite?"
"Oh, of course!" said Cabba. "I think they have a Hopdoddy's here!"
As the saiyans sought out the food court, a humiliated and red-faced Val Megumi exited the bathroom with her sister in tow, the latter trying extremely hard not to laugh. It had taken over half an hour for Val to catch her flying wig. All around them, people had been laughing and pointing at the bald woman running like a maniac after a floating hairpiece. Yumi had laughed with them.
That was so genius! Yumi praised herself. It serves her right for being such a party pooper all the time.
"I can't believe this," Val half-sobbed as she adjusted her wig to make sure that it was nice and snug. "And right when I was about to take such a cute selfie with Cocoa...! Why does this keep happening to me?!"
Yumi smirked at her but kept quiet, enjoying the sight of her mess of an older sister.
"I want some Hopdoddy's," whined Val. "I'm sooo hungry after all that running."
"I want to go to Candyland," piped Yumi. "Please, Val? You can pick me up afterward." She pointed to Candyland, which wasn't too far away.
"Uggh, fine. But don't you dare go anywhere else, you little brat. Mommy and daddy will kill me if I lose you!"
As Val marched off to get her burger, Yumi smirked gleefully. Oh this is just too perfect. I'd better get working on the Flying Wig... Reprise!
A/N: I'm going to end it here. This is just part one of the mall date. We'll see more next chapter~
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