8th Taunt | Video

[misterbrief]

[The video snaps on to reveal a parlor, a doorway behind the young blue-haired girl leading into the living room of the home that it had been built onto. A faint crackle of a fireplace resonates throughout the room, chairs positioned around a central table. The location of many a Fashion Club meeting, its use today was for something similar, but certainly not of the norm. Today, an important announcement was to be had, as well as an example to fashion that everyone should take note of.]

Hey everyone! I just wanted to show off something I made for a minute. Also, thanks so much to Hikaru for the sewing and fashion design lessons. If anyone wants something really gorgeous, you should totally go to Hikaru and Kaoru.

[She motions off-screen, although the person she’s trying to send some sort of signal to isn’t in view yet.]

Presenting...my first experiment in men’s fashion!

[She makes a little face when her signal isn’t responded to right away. Someone has missed his cue.]

C’mon Dad! You promised!

Alright, alright.

[From the side, he walks in, not quite looking dejected, but pretty close- hands in his pockets and looking away grouchily as he stands next to her. There’s an obvious bit of embarrassment in Vegeta’s face, but then again, it could be worse. And well, he did think he looked pretty good in the outfit she’s made for him.]

Thanks, Dad.

[Bulla is proud of her first successful attempt at making men’s clothing that doesn’t fit weirdly. She managed to go right from design, to making a simple pattern, and this is the end result. The outfit in question is a white turtleneck that’s fitted without being skin tight, complete with khaki pants, a belt, and a necklace.]

I didn’t make the necklace or the belt, but I did make the sweater and pants myself. So, Dad? How does it feel? It’s comfortable, right?

[He looks over to her, flushing lightly at the question. What, he’s got to give his opinion on this too? He didn’t sign up for this, at least he didn’t remember agreeing to such a thing. He was supposed to wear the darn thing, be done with it, and go about his business.]

It’s a shirt and pants, and they fit, I guess. I don’t see what’s so special about it.

[He folds his arms over his chest, the feel of the necklace irritating him further. He’s never worn one in his life and he can’t believe this was the start of it. Was this really fashionable for males to wear on Earth? How absurd.]

[Bulla whirls around with her hands on her hips.]

Dad! You don’t have to make it sound like it’s a chore. You could have just agreed that it’s comfortable.

Ah-! Fine, fine! [He picks at the sleeve uncomfortably.] None of it is uncomfortable to wear, and this turtleneck actually fits me in the shoulders and arms for a change, unlike that ridiculous clothing the Earthlings make back at home. There, is that what you were looking for?

[Bulla smiles and nods. She’s not going to expect him to talk about how great the clothes are. Just a little bit of public praise rather than grumping about it not being special is all she really wanted. The fact that he’s willing to support her interest is the more important thing overall.]

Thanks, Dad. That’s much better. I think we’re almost done here. But first I want to know what everyone thinks of my first try at men’s fashion! Your feedback is appreciated, everyone.

((OoC:  Responses will come from both Vegeta and Bulla!))

Comments

[misterbrief]

[Man that all sounds so boring and way too much work for something so simple and to him, not important. But if that's what makes her happy...]

And this is what you want to do with the rest of your life? Draw and poke pins into people, huh? [Though he says that with a little hint of teasing in his voice.]

[fashionably_strong]

Well, maybe not for the rest of my life. I know Trunks would rather be working on inventions for Capsule Corp than running it as the company president. So if I start my own fashion design business, I'll get experience running a business. Then I can take over as Capsule Corp's president sometime after I turn thirty.

[How many years after thirty depends on how determined Trunks is to focus on inventions and how occupied she is with her own projects.]

[misterbrief]

Is that so? Well, that's quite a goal you've placed for yourself. Running a business like that is no joke. I know that, now. [Cheers for a sudden degree in business a la Zompano and his shifters.]

What are you going to do, use Capsule Corp for your fashion design? Your mother might go for that idea, now that I think about it.

[fashionably_strong]

Capsule Fashions does have a nice ring to it...

[She'll have to get money for start up costs, but if she can pay it back within five years of starting the fashion business, she'll consider it a success even if it's not as wildly successful as Capsule Corp has been.]

Maybe I can get Mom or Trunks to design a capsule specifically for containing a wardrobe, and every shopper who spends a certain amount of zeni or more during opening week gets automatically entered into a contest to win a Capsule Corp wardrobe. Perfect for traveling light without having limited clothing options!

[misterbrief]

Heh. That's just like you to think of something like that. [By the stars what has he done.]

That's a pretty good marketing tactic. You might want to think of something to add shoes into the mix. I know how you women are with shoes. And unfortunately, it doesn't seem men get out of the woods with that either. I'm pretty positive I have at least three pairs of footwear myself.

[fashionably_strong]

Well, it's just practical to have more than one. And in the colder weather, it's good to have winter boots.

[No matter how resistant Saiyans might be to harsh conditions, there's no disputing that having wet, frigidly cold feet is a highly uncomfortable experience.]

I'd have to come up with a rough design...but I'm sure something for shoes could be thrown into the mix, too. Maybe a drawer in the wardrobe could have shoe compartments in it.

[misterbrief]

Yes, and jewelry. Goodness knows you can't go without that. [The sarcasm is practically dripping off his tongue, but he is serious about having a jewelry compartment.] Your mother has one of those silly displays where she can hang all of her necklaces and bracelets inside of it so they don't tangle.

[The thing he's not allowed to touch, not that he'd want to.]

[fashionably_strong]

That really would make it the perfect thing for traveling. Not only would it be portable, but thieves wouldn't know if there was any jewelry to steal or not. The capsule compression would keep it from rattling around.

[She almost regrets not being as technologically talented as Trunks now, because now she wants to design this thing. Oh well. She can at least design the basic structure of how the wardrobe should look and where everything should fit.

She finishes off the final touches of pinning the clothing.]

Okay, all done here. Be really careful with how you take the shirt off. The pants, too, but that's just a hem.

[misterbrief]

[He takes a look at the shirt. How was he going to get this off without ruining her work. He can't just take it off like he normally does, if that happens she'll let him have it and he doesn't want to hear it. Plus it sort of defeats the whole purpose of him standing there for so long, so. He starts pulling it off carefully, maybe not as carefully as Bulla would like but he's trying. He'd take care of the pants in his bedroom, not in front of her.]

Make your brother create that then. It's not like he's got anything else to do. I don't have the parts for the gravity room yet. You can see if people will like your idea here. [Even if when they return home they won't remember, but it would give Bulla something to do.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla watches carefully to make sure that her work isn't damaged. He's making an effort to be careful, and thankfully, the shirt is fine.]

Sounds like a plan. Thanks for helping me out, Dad. Just leave the pants on the couch when you've changed out of them, okay?

[misterbrief]

Yes, alright. [Oh the torture of standing here is over thank the stars]

Now tell me that was it, and you don't need me to stand here any longer for anything else.

[fashionably_strong]

Well, I'd like you to wear it while I send out a video journal message to everyone when it's done so I can show off my work, but you don't need to stand here for anything else right now.

[misterbrief]

Over the...you want me to what?

[Despite his outburst, he gets it. She wants him to...to...

model.]

[fashionably_strong]

Model. You just have to stand there wearing the sweater and pants. And maybe tell people that it's comfortable and fits well or something like that. Nothing embarrassing.

[Or at least, nothing she considers embarrassing. After all, she's not putting him in anything pink or frilly.]

[misterbrief]

[He blinks a few times. He's not so sure about that.]

I'll look ridiculous.

[It's modeling...]

[fashionably_strong]

No you won't. You'll look like a father supporting his daughter. You'd look ridiculous in a dress, but I'm asking you to model totally normal men's clothing.

[She fails to see the problem here. Especially since she went out of her way to design khakis that were fashionable because she knows he likes khakis.]

[misterbrief]

[He sneers, and sits there and pouts to himself for a second. He'd make the argument that why can't Trunks do it but then...the clothing isn't fitted for Trunks.

So he pouts some more about it. Why him.]

Fine. As long as all I have to do is stand there and nothing else. [AND AS LONG AS HE LOOKS GOOD WHILE DOING IT >:| ]

[fashionably_strong]

Well, I'd like you to say that it's comfortable, too. But that's not embarrassing and you won't even be lying because it's going to be custom fit to your build.

[Otherwise, she'll let him stand there while she does the talking. He's a good person, but he's not exactly someone that could be described as warm and sociable.]

[misterbrief]

[He completely disregards the fact that she told him she'd like him to do that. He's not agreeing to that. Until she catches him off guard later and gets him to do it anyway.]

We'll see about that. Just come fetch me when you're through with the clothing.

[fashionably_strong]

Will do. Thanks again, Dad.

[And with that, she heads off to her room to get to work.]