she broke away from Vegeta to the remote control to search.
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"Wait a minute," said Vegeta. "I like that. It has a lot more power than one, two, three ... what is it?"
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“This is tango.” Hesitantly she explained the steps of this dance and when she mentioned that it had a lot to do with male dominance and submission to female pride, a light glowed in his dark eyes. She did not miss this warning. "This dance is pretty out of fashion and now that you can waltz there is only one thing left to do."
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Vegeta, who didn't like the undertone in her voice, switched to caution. "And that would be...?"
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To be on the safe side, Bulma brought a step more distance between herself and Vegeta before she said: "We still have to dress you, don't we?"
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"Well, I'm definitely not going to wear anything in pink again," said Vegeta categorically and according to his expression the downfall of the universe wouldn't dissuade him either.
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"Take a look at it first before you switch to stubborn," said Bulma and led the way into his room. "I've already hung it in your closet. Honestly, I'm really curious how you will look in it ..."
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She only half opened the closet door so that he couldn't see clearly what she was reaching for and took something out. "Ta daa! Isn't it great?"
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Vegeta would have found other words for it. Well, with pink she had spared him, instead the ruffled shirt was a bright green that almost hurt the eyes. A pair of purple trousers peeked out from underneath;To top it all off, there was a jacket in caramel brown, all over with golden fringes. Not to forget the summer sky blue tie with the big white heart on it.
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The elevator wasn't ridiculous, it was simply cruel.
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"What are you looking at, that's the very last thing in the fashion world. They'll all stare at you ..."
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"... and then run to the optician to file a lawsuit for optical torture afterwards."
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Bulma's shoulders sagged. "You do not like it?"
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"You can't say it like that, if I had worn it in the fight against Freezer, he would probably have fled ..."
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Bulma stuck out her tongue and thrust his suit and shirt into his arms. "Don't talk nonsense, you better get dressed. I still have to take care of my outfit."
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Now Vegeta passed the derogatory grin and gave way to an honestly horrified expression. "Am I really supposed to wear this?You can not be serious."
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“Fashion is fashion and it won't hurt once you act on it.” Bulma glared at him with her fists on her hips.
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Vegeta glared back. "Your dress is definitely not the trace of so ... so ...." He lacked the words to dress his disgust in these very words.
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“Pah!” Bulma casually ran through her hair. "You really have no idea about anything but fighting. Of course, the style of my dress matches your suit perfectly. It was a couple model and is considered a real street sweeper."
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"Well, that doesn't surprise me," said Vegeta dryly after a brief, more intensive inspection of the clothes, "I can very well imagine that every street is cleared in no time at the sight of two madmen in this elevator."
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"You are obnoxious!"
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"And you have a terrible taste. I wouldn't even force Kakerott to venture out into something like that."<br />
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Bulma swallowed the reply that had just been on the tip of her tongue. That was how much he hated this year's winter fashion? Almost everyone at the festival, at least the younger ones, would come in screaming colors ...
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In anticipation of a tough battle, Vegeta automatically took on an attacking pose. If Bulma had this clown costume on his head, he would be in for a fight by all means. With all? ... His thoughts stopped. Would she try a tactic similar to the one he did in the hallway yesterday?
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But to his surprise, Bulma just collapsed on his bed and laughed.
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Vegeta frowned. Something was lazy here.
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"Did you ...", she gasped for air and wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of her eye, "did you seriously believe that I was into something like that?" And again she burst out laughing.
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Irritated, Vegeta threw the suit on the floor and stood in front of her. "What is that supposed to mean again?"He felt like he had just been screwed up pretty badly.
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"Just that you", Bulma took a few deep breaths and suppressed another fit of laughter. "Only that you have the choice between the colorful and," she pushed herself out of bed, walked past the bewildered Vegeta and this time opened the closet wide, "this suit here ..."
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A few hours later, in the large ballroom of the noble hotel "Grüne Schnecke" in the city center.
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Suzey Carmical waved her orange fan, the color of which matched the bright pink dress, and wondered if it had been right to rearrange the place cards a little.
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She had been amazed to find Bulma's name on the list of guests. The name of her companion "Vegeta" (didn't the guy have a family name like every normal person?), However, was unknown to her.It seemed Bulma had finally shown a bit of brains and parted with the shaggy-haired tramp whose tongue always hung out of his throat as soon as a serving girl in a tight skirt wanted to give him something ... She was curious as she was Researched and although little was known about this Vegeta, she had learned enough to spin a small, fine plan.
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"Well, sister? Everything okay?" Her brother Safrano strolled into the hall. With his hands casually in the pockets of his pale purple trousers, he stood next to Suzey, who thoughtfully dabbed her chin with one of her long, black fingernails and stared at Bulma's place card.
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"Don't worry, Safie," Suzey purred, closing the fan and patting him on the arm encouragingly. "How long has it been since you didn't see Bulma?"
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"It should have been a good twenty years since my father sent me to this boarding school.Later came the university and Bulma never went to university, did she? I wonder what she looks like now? "
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"You will see shortly. What about your new invention that father is going to pass off as his tonight?"
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"It is operational and there will be no breakdowns."
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"I hope so, Papa would like to finally show Prof. Briefs ..."
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Your brother pursed his lips contemptuously. "The senile old Tattergreis has long since retired. The Capsule Corp does not need a confused old man at the top, but someone with a vision for the future and power."
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"I see you already have someone very specific in mind. Won't that someone have to deal with Bulma first?"
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Safrano tossed back his blond mane of hair. "Bulma may have got something from her old man's genius, but she's only a woman. A little dancing, a deep look into the eyes and the usual talk of love and forever and ever and she will be like wax in my hands . "<br />
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Suzey opened the fan again and hid her smile behind it. "I trust you completely, brother. Father will not be able to hold our company much longer. There are already rumors on the board about his antics and a fat minus in the order numbers can no longer be covered up. If we are not somewhere in the country If you want to go to waste, we have to secure the Capsule Corps. The old Briefs doesn't live big, apart from his zoo and the plants, the money he has stashed in the bank would be just right for us two. "
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Safrano nodded in agreement. He walked slowly around the festive table and bent over this and then that card. He paused at the card in the square next to his sister.
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"Who is this 'Vegeta'?"
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Suzey shrugged. "From what I found out, he is currently living in the house of the letters. Apparently a stopgap for that poor Yamcha I told you about yesterday.If he's the same, you don't have to worry, I'll check him out so thoroughly that at the end of the evening Bulma can't help but dump him. "
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Safrano gave a little laugh. "You can always rely on your pointed tongue."
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At that moment the side door opened and her father led the crowd in.
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Safranos and Suzey were only interested in Prof. Briefs and his company. They stood out from the brightly colored heap like flamingos in a flock of raven. It was clear to see that Prof. Briefs had probably been hanging his black suit in the closet for 15 years and didn't feel particularly comfortable in it. And his wife ... Suzey had to admit that Ms. Briefs wore a bright blue after all, but with her tone-on-tone shoes and the white silk scarf she was far removed from the prevailing trend to combine impossible colors. However, she still looked young enough to be her daughter's sister for her 50 years or so.Suzey was certain that Ms. Brief's name would not be found on any patient list of a renowned cosmetic surgeon. Suzey glanced briefly at the dressed-up redhead at her father's side. Was it his sixth wife or his seventh? Her mother was currently spending a relaxing vacation on some palm beach in the company of a young, sexy masseur, but she would certainly not marry soon after three botched marriages .... Every time Suzey saw the Briefs, she was overcome by a burning feeling of hatred towards Bulma poisonous envy. It just couldn't be that as much money and success as Bulma's father had did not ruin a marriage ... because that would mean that her own broken family had not simply fallen victim to the mammon .... Suzey conjured her usual, empty, friendly smile on her face and shook all the hands that reached out to greet her. Finally it was Bulma's turn.<br />
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"You look lovely, Suzey," Bulma said politely, although she just found the dress hideous.
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