Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trophy Wife ❯ Parfum ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, DB, DBGT or anything related, except for the idea for this fic.

Zookeeper: For those of you who still haven't noticed... yes, this is a MULTI-CHAPTER.

Reporter: You're just so proud of yourself, aren't you?

Zookeeper: Quiet!

Reporter: Ha.

Zookeeper: And wow, I don't know where you guys got the idea, but don't worry there isn't going to be any f/f lemons. Nothing against lesbians, but it just isn't my thing. And for those of you who are asking for a lemon where Goku is SSJ4... it's a pretty new topic, I haven't seen it much anywhere, but I'll give it a try. But it won't be in this chapter though... regrettably, and not the next one either. But it will appear. And I 'll remind you before it does.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Aw, Chi, do you really have to leave so soon?" Goku pouted, nuzzling against Chichi's palm, his tail reluctantly letting go of its grip on her ankle.

"You know I have to, Goku. The assignment today is really important and the money involved could last us for a long time. Now, c'mon, let me get dressed before you coaxed me into something stupid again" Chichi gave her husband a small scowl, but softened when he whimpered like a wounded puppy. `How is it possible that he could be so annoying and so cute at the same time?'

Chichi sighed and gently petted her husband's spiky head, bending to kiss his nose. "Don't you worry… I'll get breakfast ready before you leave, and I'll be back before 9 tonight. In the mean time, do whatever you want and hunt for lunch, okay?"

Goku nodded his head and nuzzled her again, before settling back to bed to watch her get dressed. He noted that Chichi put on a white V-neck tank top with ruffles and a pair of jeans. Tilting his head to the side, he wondered for a bit. `Hmm… How come Bulma and Trunks always wear those boxy suits when they go to work? Doesn't Chi have to?' But before he could ask his wife has already gone downstairs, hoping to finish her own breakfast before it gets inhaled by any one of the 4 Saiyans currently residing in her house. (don't forget… Pan and Bra, plus Goku and Goten)

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Chichi was able to peacefully finish her breakfast before a strong scent hit her dead on as she was leaving the house. Frowning, she slowly traced to smell to her downstairs bathroom. Opening the door, she froze instantly at the sight in both amazement and horror.

Apparently, Bra seemed to have confused the words "bathroom" and "beauty parlour". There were more beauty products laid out on the counter than she had ever imaged could fit in a single house, let alone bathroom. Looking further she saw an equally stunned Pan, staring at the various kinds of creams and powders with fascination as well as slight repulsion. And to top all that off, Bra seemed to be frantic, searching through yet another alarmingly large bag of cosmetics, muttering incoherently curses under her breath.

"Uh… Bra? Are you… doing okay?" Chichi asked with slight hesitation. `And here I thought Bulma's got it bad… now it seems the problem escalates with the generations…'

Bra's head shot up from inside her cosmetic bag that could almost rival the size of Goku's stomach, her panicking expression immediately changed into a big grin that scared the Son woman considerably. Chichi slowly backed off, her intuition telling her it would have been wiser to have just kept her mouth shut. But alas, it was too late.

"Chichi! Thank goodness you're here! I need your help desperately!" Bra grabbed the older female's arm and dragged her into the bathroom amid her sea of cosmetics, ignoring Chichi's deer-in-headlights expression. Pan watched on sympathetically, wishing she could somehow help her grandma. `She has no idea what she just got into…'

"Please Chichi, I know you don't have to be at work for another hour, and I'm having a major crisis!" Bra almost begged, her eyes downcast and scanning the huge piles of stuff once more.

"Um… alright, sure. What is the problem?" Chichi followed Bra's gaze with uncertainty. `The only problem I could imagine is the capsules she bought to carry these exploded from the pressure and she has nothing to carry them with anymore.'

"Well, you see Chichi, I forgot to bring perfume. So I'm wondering…" However, the black haired teen, who had been standing silent for a while, interrupted her sentence.

"Bra! Are you insane?! It HAS to be in here somewhere! I mean, how could it not be?! You're got more products than a department store, one of them has to be smelly!" Bra gave her best friend a sideway glance, shaking her head slightly. Pan is a great friend and all, but she just didn't share her passion for fashion and cosmetology.

In her fit of impatience and frustration Pan randomly picked up a bottle and read the text on it -- "Eau de Parfum". And although Pan is no expert in French, she knew enough. "Bra! Here's a bottle of perfume right here! And here…" Trailing off, Pan randomly picked another bottle of perfume and waved it in Bra's face. And another one. And another one. Chichi watched, somewhat intrigued. `If nothing else comes out of this incident, at least we now know Pan has lucky hands'

Bra sighed exasperatedly and ran a hand through her perfectly trimmed locks. "You don't get it, Pan. This perfume have a key ingredient of roses combined with lavender. This other one is mainly sandalwood. Not perfect candidates when you're trying to impress someone, are they?" The two Son women just stood and stared. Pan is completely clueless, and although Chichi has an inking of what Bra's talking about, she wasn't faring much better.

Suddenly Bra's words sank in. `Impressing someone?' Pan grinned mischievously and leaned closer to her best friend. "And just who might you be trying to impress…?"

Realizing her blunder, Bra waved her hands defensively. "I don't know! We're going to the mall today, so it could be any…" Her sentence trailed off abruptly and the blue haired princess stared, her eyes following a spot behind Chichi, outside the open door of the bathroom.

Pan's grin got even wider when she saw just who it was that made her friend loose her speech. Making a mental note in the "blackmail material" category, Pan whispered into Bra's ear as to not catch Chichi's attention, who's very focused trying to think of a solution to Bra's problem, and perhaps even get to work on time. "So… you fancy my uncle, hmm?"

Quickly glancing at the Son mother and seeing with relief that she isn't paying attention, Bra shot a famous Vegeta glare towards Pan. Mouthing the words "We will discuss this later"

"Y'know Bra, you could use one of my perfumes if you want to. I rarely use them, anyway." Stated Chichi, oblivious to what just went on around her.

Bra's eyes lit up immediately. "Oh thank you! Thank you so much!"

Chichi gave a somewhat awkward smile and lead the girls upstairs.

"Oooh, this smells sooo goooooood!" Bra exclaimed with a dreamy look on her face, and even Pan agreed with her. `Who would've known that Chichi, of all people, has such a secret stash of great cosmetics? No wonder Goku's still so infatuated even after 50 years, with her natural beauty and now all this, he doesn't even stand a chance'

"What's this called? I've got to get it." Said Bra, dangerously close to getting high on the heavenly scent.

"Umm… let's see… it's called Intoxication IV, by Calvin Lauren*." Replied Chichi, reading off the label. Glancing at the clock, she gave a surprised shriek and shot for the door, grabbing her purse on the way. While heading downstairs, she called over her shoulder. "I have to be going now! You girls go have fun at the mall and don't cause any trouble, okay?"

"Of course! Thanks Chichi!" The girls answered as the mother of the Son family left the house, and they went downstairs to fight for breakfast with the male members of the family.

Bra plopped down on the big leather sofa in the huge living room of the Capsule Corps compound, tired to the bone. All around her the floor is littered with shopping bags from every store possible, and then some. "Man… I'm exhausted!"

Just then Bulma decided to walk in to retrieve her project, but before she could even make it through the door she tripped. "Ahhh!!!!!" Fortunately for her, she landed amid the few thousand shopping bags and was unharmed. She was, however, shocked beyond words.

After a few minutes she was able to get over her initial shock and stand up, surveying the room with a freaked out expression. "Whoa, Bra, you've got it bad! Even I never bought this much stuff at once!" Then she checked her watch. "And it's only noon! You got all this stuff in 3 hours?!"

Bra shrugged at her obviously distressed mother carelessly. "They were having a sale at the mall, I couldn't resist."

Bulma sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Honestly, Bra! Even if we were made of money, we couldn't afford to continue this kind of splurging!" 'Although we probably ARE made of money, by most standards…'

Again, Bra shrugged. "You can pick out some of the things if you like. We're the same size and I can't use all this stuff anyway."

"Then don't spend so much money buying them if you're not even going to touch it afterwards!" Bulma was obviously in a bad mood, as she stormed (or rather, tripped) her way to the kitchen, passing her daughter in a huff.

Bulma stopped abruptly, turning to her daughter with a accusing look on her face. "Bra, what are you wearing?"

Bra look down at her usual red leather outfit. "Uh… what do you mean by that?" `I don't like her tone…'

"Have you been snooping in my make up drawer again? Seriously, Bra, if your own ROOM of cosmetics still don't satisfy you, I have no idea --" The blue haired scientist was cut off before she could finish.

"But I didn't! All this stuff I have on are my own!"

"No, your perfume. I know it's mine because it's a limited-edition Intoxication IV*, not seen on the market yet. There's no way you could've bought that" Bulma shifted her weight to her back leg and smirked. `Think you can outsmart me? Not yet, young lady'

Bra was temporarily stumped by her mother's statement. Then she remembered. "Uh, mom? Actually this perfume is Chichi's, I borrowed it"

"Really? But that's impossible." However, Bulma knew her daughter wasn't lying by looking at her. "Hmm… that's strange. This perfume is only distributed to prestigious designers and some select models. As far as I know, Chichi isn't either of those. Unless…" A subtle smirk appeared on the blue-haired genius' face. `Alright Chi, old friend, you better be ready for your date… with the Briefs inquisition!'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zookeeper: Uh... yeah, boring chapter. But it will get better, I promise!

Reporter: Read and Review! And please stay tuned to see for yourselves if Zookeeper here will keep her promise!

Zookeeper:

{[(And please note that this fic IS an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. And in our case it means that Radditz is no longer related to Goku, Broly is no longer trying to kill Goku, but they ARE still Saiyans with tails. In the next chapter these two will make their debut and you will discover that they are indeed VERY out of character. My thoughts on that were that those two were NEVER given a personality in the first place. During the brief time we were introduced to them, Radditz was on mission and Broly was insane, both set on killing Goku (eventually). So according to me now Radditz is a inner softie who only acts tough out of defence and Broly is a somewhat flamboyant individual with a really sweet personality. Both are GAY (supposedly you didn't pick it up from my pairings list). If you have a problem with that I suggest not to read it... I will tell you later on which chapters are dedicated to their relationships only, and you could skip them if you wish. And I will definitely warn you before the yaoi lemon.)]}