Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyajins Return ❯ The Shopping Experience ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: ^_^ No one's guessed the right pairing (and there is only one) yet! Sorry `I Luv Vege', but you have to guess the correct pairing before I'll reveal anything! ^_^ I'm so mean.

I suppose it would behoove (I'm a walking dictionary!) me to put up a disclaimer…

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z OR ITS AFFILIATED CHARACTERS, PLACES ECT. THE ONLY THINGS THAT BELONG TO ME ARE MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND MY BIG GOKU TOWEL THAT I SLEEP WITH!! ^_^ Thank you.

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Cars whizzed by, nothing but mottled colors and blazing horns. Bulma swerved in and out of the morning traffic with the insane speed and skill of someone who either did this sort of this on a regular basis or had no idea what was going on. They figured it was the latter.

Jerking the wheel to the right, the scientist sped across two other lanes of traffic, almost causing several accidents, and into the West City Central Mall parking lot. Weaving in between the stationary vehicles, she sped to the front of the lot. Twisting the wheel and applying the brake with…enthusiasm…the fire engine red '72 convertible Cutlass Supreme slid perfectly, if loudly, into a parking space proudly proclaimed to be `Reserved for Ms. Bulma Briefs'.

The buxom female pushed the door open and slid gracefully out of the car, patting her freakishly immaculate hair to make sure it wasn't mussed.

"Wow, there are some really crazy drivers out there!" She turned back to her passengers, wanting to see if they agreed. Instead, she was met with….only one person left in the car. Her perfectly manicured hands flew up to cover her mouth, blue eyes widening in fear. "Oh my God, where's Raife!"

Kurai, who had her head on the back of the seat as if she were sunbathing, auburn braid laying out over the trunk, blinked her oddly colored eyes and pointed out over the side of the Cutlass. Running around the front of the vehicle, Bulma knelt at Raife's prone head as he lay on his stomach. His breathing was quick and shallow. She reached out touched his shoulder, quietly calling his name.

The male's head shot up, his pupils dilated to such an extent that most of his whites were gone.

"Raife, are you alright?" Bulma queried.

"WHAT-", he shouted, "THE HELL KIND OF DRIVING WAS THAT? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US!"

Bulma looked surprised for about a half second before scowling and standing up. Looking down her nose at the teen she replied, "You're perfectly fine, so quit complaining!"

Ray growled and shifted to sit up, seeming to want to launch into a tirade. He was stopped by a light tug on his onyx hair.

"You really are being overly dramatic, niisan."

Ray snorted as he glared up into the bemused eyes of his little sister. Smiling, she hopped over the side of classic car, leaned down and pulled him up from under his arm. "Come on, let's just get this over with. I want to get back in time to see some of Goku and Vajita's spar."

The tall Saiyajin gave a cross between a pout and a scowl before grunting and began walking to the huge mall doors.

"You certainly know how to keep him under control."

Kurai glanced up at Bulma. "Not really. I just know how to calm him down." She started after her brother. "Come on, let's go."

Raife stood waiting, rather impatiently, at the entrance for the two girls. Together, they went inside the huge air-conditioned structure.

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Goku watched his Prince take on an aggressive fighting stance, the navy colored spandex clinging ferociously to his compact body, giving away every ripple of hard muscle. The earth-raised Saiyajin blinked and slightly shook his head, trying to force his rebellious eyes to stop wandering lower…and lower….

Pain rocketed through his head as a fist was hammered into his face. Wind whistled through his ears as the dazed man was shot backward into the side of one of the few remaining rock towers on their sparring grounds. Grunting, he pushed himself away from the ancient structure, bringing his arms up barely in time to block the ki ball thrown at him.

"That'll teach you to start day dreaming right before a fight, Kakarot!" the Ouji shouted from the air above his adversary.

Goku didn't respond. Instead, he launched up from the rock face, straight at Vejita. The shorter male pulled his fist back, readying for the attack. The younger smirked, fazing out right as he came within striking distance. Vejita growled and whirled around, searching for his subject's energy.

"Damn it…" he muttered.

Surprise and pain lanced through his body as Goku's leg connected solidly with his lower back. The ground raced up at him, but the Prince of all Saiyajins wasn't going to fall to a simple kick. Spinning around, he thrust out his ki like a giant net, catching himself in mid air.

"We're tied, Vejita!" Goku called out.

"We'll see about that!" The royal cloaked himself within his power and blasted back to his opponent.

Fist met rock hard fist, legs were blocked by steel corded arms as the two great fighter's ki clashed. Their thunderous opposition rolled across the rocky landscape as their warm up spar continued.

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"Oh come on, it can't be that bad!"

"Are you deaf? I said NO!"

Bulma Briefs sighed in exasperation at the whole affair. It had been like this for the past hour and a half. Every time she finally got Kurai into a dressing room with an outfit that the C.C. President just knew would look great, the girl would have a fit and refuse to be seen in it. "Ray," she pleaded, "can't you get her to come out?" The emerald-eyed teen, who had been lounging by the dressing room door, looked up. "What do want me to do about it? She can't be reasoned with when she's like this. I figured you would have gotten that be now."

Bulma sighed again. "I suppose I have. Alright," she called into the stall, "you can get dressed now. We'll try another store."

"Thank you," Kurai said in a falsely relived tone. Turning back to the three, full length mirrors that allowed her to see almost all sides of the outfit, she gazed longingly once more at her reflection.

It really does show everything off nicely. She thought to herself. But that's just it…it shows everything.

Then she began the slow process of removing the beautiful attire. Reaching around behind her, up under her braid, she pulled the zipper down from the middle of her back to the base of her spine, just above her tail. The sleeveless red velvet vest loosened and she pulled the shoulder straps down and off, laying the item carefully on the little bench.

Glancing up, she caught site of her bare torso and back. Forcing the tears down, she didn't even bother to completely finish undressing. She grabbed her new bra (the first thing Bulma insisted on getting) and quickly put it on, followed by her old black, cotton tank and blue over shirt. Quickly she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the short skirt and pushed it down till it fell of its own accord at her ankles. Stepping out of the ring of red velvet she grabbed her flares and pulled them on, deftly avoiding slicing her finger on the two blades strapped to her shins and pushing her tail through its appropriate hole. Slipping her feat into the pare of sneakers Bulma had lent her for the outing, Kurai gathered up the discarded clothes and left the confines of the changing stall.

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Sighing in relief, Bulma leaned back against the bench, sipping happily at her double cappuccino. Things had gone better once she'd figured out Kurai's taste in clothes. It really wasn't all that hard; she wanted clothing with sleeves and nothing too short on her legs. Casual clothing was easier to find like that, but they'd managed to find some really nice outfits that showed off her figure, though not reveal it.

Raife had been easy from the beginning, men usually were. She'd taken him to Travis and Burk (1) for dress shirts and pants, then led him to some other men's apparel shops, letting him get his own things, only occasionally taking him an outfit that caught her attention. Suffice to say, the whole experience wasn't that bad and the siblings had enough new outfits that she wouldn't have to worry about having their clothes washed every other day.

They'd wanted to wander around and look at some of the other stores, so Bulma had given them each some cash, told them she'd be in food court and to meet her back here in an hour. Glancing at her watch, she figured they'd be showing up in another few minutes. Taking another sip of her coffee, Bulma couldn't help but smile and close her eyes at the feeling of accomplishment.

"I said to back off, ass hole!"

Sapphire eyes snapped back open as the blue-haired woman stood up, scanning the silent crowed in worry. A loud crack resounded through the area, some people off at the other end of the food court wincing and gasping.

"Little bitch!"

Cappuccino forgotten, Bulma raced to where some people had started standing and scurrying away from their tables. Pushing through the small crowed that had gathered, she reached the front just in time to see Raife grab the right wrist of a man that was holding his sister by the front of her tank top, and wrench him off of her. The tall man looked at him in angered surprise, the mall's florescent lighting shinning off of his gel slicked hair. Without waiting for the man to respond, Ray shifted behind him and pulled the man's arm up, even with his shoulder blades and used his left arm to grasp the man around his chest, effectively pinning him.

Bulma, along with the crowed and the trapped man gasped, though one was in pain, not shock.

"Now," Raife said, perfectly calm, his face set in a disapproving frown, "I believe you owe my imooto an apology."

The man grimaced as his arm was pulled higher, almost to the point of dislocation, and his handsome face paled to the color of old milk. "I'm very sorry miss." He whimpered as the hand on his wrist tightened, the bones straining to remain in tact. "Uh…It won't ever happen again. I swear!" The last part was literally pressed from his lungs, Ray's well-muscled arm tightening around his chest.

As though suddenly finding the feel of the man repulsive, the tall Saiyajin quickly let the man go. Turning to his sister, she smiled brightly and took his left hand. Seeing their hostess in the crowed of on lookers, the two headed for the mall entrance, Bulma following quickly behind.

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Vejita's booted feet tapped lightly on the ground as he landed, quickly followed by Kakarot. Both men had lost their shirts during their hours of sparring, with their pants barely making it through the rough ordeal. The Siayajin no Ouji's eyes were still shinning with battle lust, along with his companion's. Goku grinned at his Prince, the normally goofy expression transformed into one of feral delight.

It looks good on him.

The thought confused Vejita for moment, before he pushed it away. "Come Kakarotto. We'll eat, then finish this."

"OK `Jita!"

Vejita grunted in annoyance, but grasped his rival's shoulder. Goku seemed to hesitate a moment, but quickly brought two fingers to his forehead, concentrating on Capsule Corp's location. The two were suddenly gone, air whooshing into the sudden vacuum they had made.

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It was an odd sensation, as though he had left his body somewhere. Then the world returned and Vejita and Goku stood in their battered clothes on the lawn of the C.C. complex. Letting his calloused hand drop from the other's shoulder, the Prince headed for the door, followed eagerly by his sparring partner. Before they even made it to the entrance though, the screech of tires halted them in their tracks, along with a very loud argument.

"Look, I'm not sorry, but I understand your concern. If nobody tries anything like that again, then it won't happen again! Can't you just let it go?" That was unmistakably Raife's voice. The two turned toward to garage (even though it was around the corner), trying to hear better.

"No! You can't just go beating the crap out of people because they make you mad! You should have gotten a security guard to handle it." Bulma. Obviously.

"Sorry, don't trust people in uniform. Besides, it's not in me to let other people take care of my problems."

"The guy was a pedophile. He deserved it."

The trio rounded the corner as Kurai finished her statement, coming to a stop as they faced the two battle worn Saiyajins.

The Prince crossed his arms in his usual fashion, raising an onyx brow to his former lover. "I see you've had another eventful shopping excursion. Care to elaborate?"

Silence hung in the air a moment, the siblings and their hostess not quite sure how to explain. Thankfully, they didn't have to answer right away, as Goku deemed it the appropriate time to intervene.

"Who's a pedophile?"

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A/N: (1) made that store up, if you know of or own a store by that name, no infringement was intended as it is just coincidence.

And I SOMEHOW get it all written in one day. Why does this always happen?

Kurai: Cuz you spend 2