Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honey and Paprika ❯ Chapter 1

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A short observational drabble on how the youngest royal of Vegeta's clan looks to others. My personal take on Bra, my favourite demi-sayajin in stilettos. Told from Yamcha's perspective. Drabble-- written for fun.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 574 | Status: Completed

It took a moment for him to realize just what he was seeing.

First of all, while many of the monkey-tailed minions of that insufferable alien snob Bejjitta had been waltzed around the planet like they owned the place, purposely trying to irritate the Z-senshi into starting a fight, and he had seen Bejjitta himself prance around arrogantly enough Capsule Corps and Bulma herself flounce around in a clumsy knock-kneed manner to try to catch the latter's attention, but he had never seen anyone…………….

Move the way she did. But from the others reactions, the Saya-jins, hell even Piccolo and Dende themselves, no one had ever seen a Saya-jin in stilettos before.

Feeling his eyes drying out, he forced himself to blink, not wanting to look away for even a millisecond.

Yes, he was right. She was wearing stilettos. Six inch ones, in fact. And she had the customary `furry belt' way of carrying her tail that all the other Saya-jins he had ever seen did, and the same crazy, spiky hair that Gokuu, Bejjitta, Turlusu and Nappa had whoever and whoever and all the other evil monkey dudes… so she just had to be Saya-jin, which meant bad news…. but damn was she something.

Sure, he'd seen Bulma shimmy around flirtatiously in short skirts and Krillian's old flame Marron strut her stuff in a mini, but…. He'd never seen a female sashay like that before.

She seemed to be built entirely out of curves and female, tattooed muscle, soft to the touch, but somehow at the same time, rock-solid and tough. Which was surprising since he had expected that Burra would turn out just like her willowy mother Bulma, who looked entirely different in those sexy numbers. Sure, android eighteen could really work her signature blue denim look and Chichi could rock his socks in or out of the arena, but no one was built quite like the brick house Bra was. Frowning, he peered at her again, double-checking.

Her cheekbones were stronger, more defined than her mothers. Her lips pouted similarly, but Bra had a much wider mouth, her thinner lips somehow more expressive than her mothers. Her skin was smoother, darker (probably a much higher melanin count, too) and probably thicker… inhumanely thick. It was probably good for shucking off anything from ki blasts to rubble, like he'd seen those alien soldiers do. There was the customary Saya-jin upturned nose, sharp black - blue eyes and dark, thin brows, all of the defined facial structure details flashed `Saya-jin royalty' like a traffic light. However, her face was softer and smaller than her father Bejjitta's; possessing longer lashes, creamier skin, delicate eyebrows, turquoise-colored hair and rouged lips. So far she had matched up with all the normal (male) Saya-jin facial construction he had ever seen, despite the light coat of makeup she wore on her softer, prettier, more feminine face. Her body was much different from the boys, however.

A long, slender neck and a sturdy ribcage, small, high breasts, long, well-muscled arms, a tiny waist, a feminine stomach that was both muscled and invitingly soft with fat at the same time, the type of thighs one only saw shaking on rap videos, strong legs topped with luscious hips and a rounded ass like the back of a bus. Definitely all female there.

And unlike the rest of the species he had seen, who'd let their hair go wild and assume various `fixed' styles, Bra had hers pulled from her face to the very back of her head. where the spiky mass burst and exploded into different directions with beads, clasps, weaves, feathers and semi- precious gems. All of it in the a-typical typical Briefs family's overly flashy, tacky bad taste in fashion, of course.

He blinked again, rubbing at his eyes.

Only a second had gone by but she was already passing him, smelling something like wood smoke and paprika, yet with an aftertaste like frozen custard and caramelized sugar. Suddenly finding his mouth dry he licked his lips unconsciously, noting that she was dressed like a cross between a gypsy, a prostitute and the Tomb Raider.

He found himself staring unabashedly again.

She was already ascending the steps of the Capsule Corporation front entrance, not sparing anyone a glance, thigh-high streetwalker ho boot high heels making nary a sound on the smooth cement tiles, quickly disappearing inside.

And then she was gone.

Shrugging, he glanced at the rest of the `monkey' population who were still standing, stock still, in the front yard and inwardly groaned. For the sheer amount of hair and spandex those alien warriors had accumulated, their armor certainly didn't hide much. Yeesh!

He trotted off in the opposite direction, hoping to knock back something strong as fast as possible. A squadron of overgrown humanoid monkey men sporting hard- ons was not one of his favorite things to see before he'd had his morning's coffee. Especially when they were starting to emit the reek of excited monkey hormones as they were now.

Behind him, the rest of the warriors stayed stock still, trapped in some sort of shock. He almost felt sorry for the poor bastards; obviously this was the first female of their species that they'd seen since their planet blew all those years ago. He supposed they had a right to be excited, but going into shock at just the sight of some honey was really pathetic.

Not that he could really talk, of course.