Pan scoffed as Bra held up the skin tight red dress with a shoulder split and knee-high slit. 'No way am I wearing that,' she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 'I don't do dresses.'

Bra rolled her eyes, placing the dress back on the hanger. 'Fine, be boring. But at least let me do something with your hair.'

Pan sighed, running a hand through her messy ponytail. 'Fine, but nothing too fancy. I still have to be able to run and climb trees.'

Bra grinned, pulling out a curling iron and hair products. 'Don't worry, I've got you covered.'

Pan couldn't believe what she was seeing in the mirror. She looked like a completely different person. Gone were her usual loose-fitting clothes and messy ponytail. Instead, she was wearing a red shoulder-split knee dress with a black blazer, white fur collar, and gold accessories. Her short black hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her piercing brown eyes popped against the red lipstick and purple eyeshadow that Bra had applied. Even her nails were painted a matching shade of red.

'Wow, Bra,' Pan breathed. 'I look...different.'

Bra grinned at her reflection. 'You look fantastic, Pan. You're going to turn heads tonight.'

Pan frowned. 'But I don't want to turn heads. I just want to have a quiet night out with you and the others.'

Bra rolled her eyes. 'Quiet night out? Where's the fun in that? Trust me, Pan, you're going to want to look your best for this.'

Pan sighed. 'Fine, but can we at least hurry up? The others will be waiting for us.'

Bra nodded and handed Pan a small clutch. 'Here, put your things in this. We don't want to be weighed down tonight.'

Pan obediently transferred her wallet, phone, and keys into the clutch. As she did so, a mischievous gleam entered Bra's eyes.

Bra smiled, admiring her handiwork. 'You look beautiful, Pan. Now come on, let's go have some fun.'

The two half-Saiyan women stepped out into the bustling streets of West City, drawing attention from passersby. Pan felt self-conscious at first, unused to the feeling of fabric brushing against her legs, but she quickly got swept up in the excitement of the night.

Pan and Bra dined at a fancy restaurant, laughing and joking over steaming plates of food. Pan found herself enjoying the feeling of being pampered, of not having to worry about dirt and grime for once. She looked over at Bra, admiring the way the light from the chandelier caught her golden hair, making it look like a halo around her head.

'I can't believe you convinced me to come here,' Pan said, taking a sip of her wine. 'I feel so out of place.'

'Nonsense,' Bra said, waving her hand dismissively. 'You look beautiful, as always. And besides, we deserve a night out. We've been working too hard lately.'

After dinner, they hit the town, dancing and drinking the night away. Pan felt a thrill as she moved her body to the beat of the music, the red dress clinging to her curves. She had never felt so confident, so feminine, before. She looked over at Bra, who was dancing with abandon, her blue dress riding up to showcase toned legs and a perfect ass.

As the night went on, Pan and Bra found themselves growing closer, sharing secrets and laughter. They took a break from dancing, heading out to the car to grab some drinks from the trunk.

As Bra leaned into the trunk, Pan took a moment to admire the view. The blue dress Bra wore was short, showcasing toned legs and a perfect ass. Pan felt a heat build in her chest, spreading throughout her body.

'Bra, I-' Pan started, but was interrupted by a loud rip. She looked over to see Bra standing up, her dress now in two pieces, exposing her bare breasts.

'Oh my god, I'm so sorry!' Pan said, her face turning red.

'Don't worry about it,' Bra said, a sly smile spreading across her face. 'I wasn't wearing a bra anyway.'

Pan's face grew even redder, if possible. 'I-I didn't need to know that.'

Bra laughed, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the trunk. 'Lighten up, Pan. It's just a bit of fun.'

Before she knew what she was doing, Pan had crossed the distance between them, pressing Bra against the car. 'Bra,' she whispered, her voice husky with desire. ''I want you,' she said, her voice dripping with desire.

Before Pan knew what she was doing, she had crossed the distance between them, pressing Bra against the car. 'Bra,' she whispered, her voice husky with longing. 'I want you too.'

With a flick of her wrist, Bra unzipped the back of Pan's dress, letting it fall to the ground. Pan stood in front of her in nothing but a black bra and thong, her skin lightly tanned and glistening with sweat.

Bra's eyes raked over Pan's body, taking in every inch of her. 'You're beautiful,' she said, her voice thick with desire.

Pan felt a surge of heat rush to her cheeks. No one had ever called her beautiful before. She was always too loud, too tomboyish, too stubborn. But Bra seemed to see something in her that no one else did.

Without thinking, Pan leaned in and pressed her lips to Bra's. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly became passionate. Pan's hands roamed over Bra's body, feeling every curve and dip.

Bra responded eagerly, her own hands tugging at Pan's bra and thong. Pan felt a thrill of excitement as she helped Bra strip her naked, leaving her standing in nothing but her high heels.

Bra's body was even more perfect than Pan had imagined. She was all smooth skin and curves, with long legs that seemed to go on for miles. Pan couldn't help but stare, her breath hitching in her throat.

Bra seemed to enjoy the attention, a confident smile playing at her lips. She reached out and ran a hand down Pan's chest, her fingers brushing over her nipples.

Pan gasped at the touch, her body responding immediately to Bra's touch. She had never felt this way before, this wild and out of control. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Bra seemed to sense Pan's hesitation and leaned in, whispering in her ear. 'It's okay, Pan. I've got you. Just let go and trust me.'

Pan closed her eyes and nodded, letting Bra take control. She felt Bra's hands on her body, touching and teasing her in all the right places. She moaned as Bra's fingers found her wet and ready, her body trembling with pleasure.

Before they knew it, they were both naked, their clothes scattered across the parking lot. Pan pushed Bra against the car, pinning her arms above her head as she kissed down her neck and chest.

Bra moaned, arching her back as Pan's lips found her nipple. She bucked her hips, grinding against Pan's thigh as she grew wetter with desire.

'Fuck, Pan,' Bra breathed. 'I need you inside me.'

Pan grinned, pulling away for a moment. She reached into the trunk, pulling out a small tube of lubricant. 'Always prepared,' she said with a wink.

She coated her fingers with the lube, sliding one inside Bra's wet pussy. Bra moaned, throwing her head back as Pan added a second finger.

'Oh, fuck, yes,' Bra cried out, her hips bucking harder as Pan stroked her inside.

'Yes, yes,' Bra chanted, her hips bucking faster.

After a few moments, Pan withdrew her fingers,for a second. She slid her fingers inside Bra easily, their bodies moving in sync as they found a rhythm.

They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in the quiet of the night. Bra came first, her pussy clenching around Pan's fingers as she screamed in pleasure.

Pan followed soon after, her orgasm rippling through her body as she emptied herself inside Bra.

They collapsed against the car, panting and sweating. 'That was amazing,' Bra said, her voice hoarse.

Pan grinned, pulling out of Bra and leaning down to kiss her. 'Yeah, it was.'

As they gathered their clothes and got dressed, Bra looked over at Pan. 'You know, you don't have to go back to being a tomboy if you don't want to. You looked gorgeous tonight.'

Pan smiled, taking Bra's hand. 'Thanks, Bra. But I'll always be a tomboy at heart. But maybe I can dress up once in a while.'

Bra grinned, squeezing Pan's hand. 'I'd like that.'

The two half-Saiyan women walked back into the club, arm in arm. The night was still young, and they were ready for another round of dancing and drinks. Regardless of what the night held, Pan knew that she and Bra had shared something special.

And no matter how many dresses Bra made her wear, she knew that she would always be herself - a tomboyish, loud, and adventurous half-Saiyan woman. And she was proud of it.