Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Walk The Walk ❯ On the Catwalk ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter One: On the catwalk…

"Alright ladies, shoulders back and swing those hips like you mean it." Cocoa brown eyes scanning left and right over the assembled models, Kat scrutinized each one for imperfections then sighed loudly when the other women didn't pass her inspection on the first try. Getting up, she joined them up on the artificial stage then struck a haughty pose to grab their attention. "Walk like this girls." Keeping her back straight and her chin held high, she sashayed down the platform with her hips swaying back and forth teasingly. "Now, try again."

Chi-chi, her assistant, shook her head when the smaller woman returned then laughed when her associate snarled silently at her. "What are we doing now?"

"Teaching them how to walk like they own the world."

"And enticing men the whole time?"

"Of course, none of my girls have ever been turned down by any designer and I don't plan on that ever happening."

"Which one do you think has the most promise?"

"At this point I don't think any of them have any promise."

"That's a little harsh."

Shrugging, she grabbed her bottle of water off of a stool and took a drink from it before returning to her painful analysis of her hopeful candidates. Her eyes picked up every flaw and imperfection the women before her had. She had learned, early on in her chosen career, that only the best would do and she was determined to produce top-quality runway models.

"This isn't the best song in the world…this is a tribute, a tribute…"

Sneering with disgust, Vegeta watched the rail-thin models strut their stuff down the runway and shook his head before turning away from the appalling scene of bony women. Hearing someone shout his name, he looked up then rolled his eyes and stopped so that his associate, and confidant could catch up with him. "What do you want Kakarot?"

"I just saw the most beautiful women up there on the stage."

"Which model caught your eye this time?"

Grinning foolishly, he ran his fingers through his hair while thinking of the answer before frowning and looking down at his feet. "I didn't stare at the models…she was way too pretty and stole my attention."

"Really?" Lifting an eyebrow, he glanced up at the stage and scanned the area around the curtains for the woman that his foolish friend was talking about. "What did she look like?"

"Raven hair, pale skin, big brown eyes and a plate of cookies in her hand."

"Oh…were you staring at her or the food?"

"Her…the food caught my attention first though."

"Well, I'll give you credit for being honest this time."

"Huh?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed and counted to ten backwards under his breath before grabbing his friend by his arm and leaving the building. "We'll look for her next time."

"Ok!" Dancing around happily, the taller man made one feeble attempt to get his friend to join him then flinched when he snarled at him. "Wow…you're grouchy today."

Snorting, he walked out of the building with thoughts of his failure filling his mind. "I still haven't found her."

"Found who?"

"The perfect model for my line of clothing."

"But I thought…"

"No, I refuse to let your cousin be one of my models."

"Yeah but she…"

"And I really don't think she has what it takes, especially if she's anything like you."

"I…"

"Shut up Kakarot."

"Ok."