AN: Okay I know I ssaid the dance was next but that is going to be complicated beyond reason. So, I figured doing a little bit at a time I will be able to update instead of keeping you waiting and I will be able to perfect the chapter. Rumor tells that I am getting my laptop this Christmas and I will be able to type the story up without living at Endarine's House :-).
The Dress
A weekend with no more abnormalities than usual. At 7:00 pm Saturday, the night of the dance, Bulma took me down stairs to get dressed.
"I thought at least a half formal kimono type dress would be good," Bulma muttered digging through boxes. "I used Trunks's old muscle shirt fabric. So, you'll match." She continued to searching through the boxes finding a navy blue lace and pulling it out. Checking the length, she nodded, " Just right. Here!" Tossing it to me, she lept to the closet and pulled out a manican dressed in a navy blue kimono. It was abnormally tight the, the sleeves clung the arm instead of falling to the side even.
She spun it around and removed the pins from the back. This done itshowed no resistance togravity's pull. "Try it." She grinned handing it to me.
"How will it stay up?" I asked slipping into it. The arms were tight and held it to my shoulders but it was completely without a back leaving the collar loose.
"Here, I'll string it up." She said holding out her hand for the navy blue lace. She worked it through the back holes pulling it tight, and handing me a mirror.
My figure was shown in a drastic measure. My breast size had increased with whatever Bulma had given me. The dark color accented my slender waist and tight thighs. The string in the back was at weird angles none of them looking to be in any order. It was almost characteristic of Bulma's mess. The neckline came to a collar with the capsule logo under the left ear about an inch and a half. She then pushed 2 chop stixs through my constantly upand bunned hair.
"Now its time to show Trunks." Bulma whispered, looking at my reflection over my shoulder. "This may be the best one yet."
As I headed back up the stairs I noticed Trunks standing at the top with his back to me. He was arguing with someone, but it was too difficult to see who, and he turned to me before I got close enough to check.
"So," I said sweetly as he circled around me, almost like a buzzard.
"Beautiful," Trunks muttered pulling a knife from his shoe and setting it on the table. "You wouldn't mind if I made a few improvements would you?"
"Whatever you wish." I cocked my eye brow in an attempt to look confused. His mind had already told me he was going to cut up the dress, but he circled around me one more time before reaching again for his knife. He pulled at the collar dragging the knife down my neck and right between my breasts, about half way down. Then he slipped his hand around my waist running the knife down my thigh. With how tight the dress was I surprised he didn't cut me. It was almost seductive the way the handled his weapon. I shuddered to think at how I had come upon this weird fedish for skill and strength AND what would happen if I didn't get it under control.
"I think were ready to go now." He whispered, smiling. Could he read my desire, was it that easy to tell or was it his desire I was feeling!
AN: Again sorry it's so short. I'll have more time to type soon. The dance can't be put of much longer and there is quite a few need parts to it that I have to work into it so bear with me.