misterbrief | 8th Taunt

[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!))

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[He's actually surprised she's still willing. He was sure he'd pissed her off enough to refuse service, as he does with most people.]

A simple double edged sword will work just fine. But I wasn't aware you also did engravings.

It is not my area of expertise, but I have enough experience that I should be able to produce something at least satisfactory.

[Nodding though, because that means she can use her own sword as a model. Maybe something smaller so that it's easily usable with just one hand...]

Well, that's changed everything. I may have something that I'd be interested in to help mark that they are mine. A crest. It's simple enough, you'd have to be pathetic to screw it up.

Very well. I will require a sketch of your crest, if possible. Come by the forge this afternoon and I will be present to receive it.

[Nodding. See, this is is what she's used to - a customer being demanding. It's not the most pleasant thing to deal with, but it's definitely something she can handle.]

Very well. I'll see you then.

[Closing the journal, he will go to do some of his usual routine- but not until he's managed to draw his family crest to his satisfaction, arriving at the blacksmith in the afternoon as instructed with the piece of paper in hand.]

[Walking in, he looks for Adela. He's never come here before so he's unfamiliar with the layout. He only knew that it existed, nothing more.]

Ah, there you are.

[She's looking from behind the smithy's door before walking out - huh, this man isn't as tall as she thought he'd be. Still taller than her, though (curse her for being so short!)...

But that was neither here nor there. She's nodding to him, waiting expectantly for him to at least offer the sheet to her.]

I will also need your name, so I know who I must contact when it is completed.

Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. [Not that he expects her to use his title, because really, no one does anymore save a few. Mostly over it after this long.]

I suppose you'll be needing this, too.

[He hands her the piece of paper with his family's crest on it, that he worked really hard on okay. It had to look perfect.]

[That explains a lot about his attitude... She nods, glancing over him and taking the sheet. Simple, but intricate enough. She has little trouble believing that it's a royal crest, and with how the man holds himself...

There isn't even a trace of mockery in her tone when she speaks again, meeting his eye once more as she nods.]

It shall be done within a fortnight's time, your highness. I will personally see to it.

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[He also doesn't detect any mockery in her voice. It surprises him a little, he announces himself out of pride for his race, but rarely is it returned with true respect.

Of course, he will not stop her from addressing him as thus either.]

Well, it's good to see some people around here have the capacity to show a little respect. [He means it too. There isn't a single word in that sentence that is snide towards her, but rather, towards the rest of the enclosure.]

... I assume most here do not arrive from a world where members of the monarchy are revered.

[What other reason would he have to say that?]

No, they don't, but they act as if they're hard pressed to behave like decent beings otherwise. I don't force anyone here to use my title, but it certainly doesn't stop them from mocking it.

[Which yeah, he brings on himself a lot but he's a dick and will be bitter about it anyway.]

... So I see.

[There are many things she could say to that, but thankfully Adela is too wise to give any of them breath. Not without the motivator of anger or spite. So she nods, studying the emblem before nodding thoughtfully.]

Red quartz etching, in the hilt. With golden threading, should that be acceptable...

[It's mumbling to herself and a question at once, and she does pause to wait for Vegeta's answer.]

[He hears.]

That's fine. As long as it functions, that's all I care about. [Not like he can color coordinate anyway. Red and gold sounded fine, he doesn't care.]

[Considering that red quartz is supposed to give someone energy, she figures that it's an appropriate stone choice anyway. She nods, setting the crest down on the counter carefully.]

I will sent for you over the journals the instant it is completed.

That's what I like to hear. [You know, you can't get service like this back on Earth. He got service like this from underlings of Frieza who were terrified of him.]

I can't help but be a little surprised by all this. You treat this as a job that you're getting paid for, but receive nothing but the pride of your work in return. Is that really all this is?

[She seems a little on edge then, nervous. Mostly because she doesn't know how to put her answer. Eventually she sighs, going a little pink as she rubs the back of her head.]

It is true that I have started to accept payment for my commissions here. However, I would not ask that of you merely because I already promised my service for this work at no charge. I would not be so dishonest as to rescind that now.

[He gives her a long look. Deciding on what he thinks of her.]

I've got a lot of friends back home that are just like you. [It's stated very matter-of-fact. If anything it's so objective, it hurts. So he turns, still speaking on his way out.]

Alright then. It seems we'll see each other again in a few weeks. Until then.

[... If she didn't know any better... But she does, doesn't she?]

... Of course, your highness.

[She watches him leave, a little baffled at the statement before taking the crest to the back. It's strange, but... For an instant, he seemed truly regal. She didn't think it could be possible from him, but it feels like he surprised her there.

Huh... Maybe she'll push his project up in her project list a bit. Just a bit.]

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