misterbrief | 11th Taunt

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11th Taunt | Action

Arriving back in Luceti, he returns home, genuinely happy for a change. Because all the hard work has finally paid off. A brown, long monkey tail pokes out of a hole he's created in the seat of his pants, a reward he's been seeking since he found out it was possible. He felt stronger with it. Now he could reach his maximum potential, a level of power he hasn't had access to since he arrived here. He keeps his tail unwrapped, not feeling any danger of having it grabbed or cut off.

But, the tail comes with its own problems. Problems he hasn't had to worry about in thirty years...

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A:

[In the morning, he's headed right for the Clothing Shop, getting new pants for the moment with holes in it for his tail. On the way, he seems to be walking normally, tail bobbing behind him, but he's still a little wobbly. So much that out of the blue, he loses his balance...and crashes, right into you. Or maybe he didn't crash into you, maybe you were just walking by when he started to faceplant and his tail instinctively just wrapped around your arm and took you with him on accident. Or maybe he's hanging onto you by his tail because you are heavy enough not to get dragged down.]

B:

[All that shopping has made him sort of hungry, so he heads to Seventh Heaven to get a bite to eat, mowing down food like a vacuum. But it won't go without something happening on the way there. That book you were reading, the coffee you were drinking, or whatever it is you've got, there's a tail wrapping around it trying to thieve it right out of your hands. He doesn't know his tail is doing that, but it's doing its own bit of exploring and wrapping around things. The Malnosso couldn't let him go home without a little bit of mischief, after all.]

C:

[After all is said and done, he's going right to the Battle Dome to test things out. Inside, those who frequent the Dome would find that the man with the golden hair isn't there today- instead there's a man covered in red fur, wild brown hair, and looking quite simian instead of human. He's going through his drills, for speed and strength, taking advantages of the shifts placed on the walls to test out the power of his ki blasts, rocking the room inside. He's coming out every hour to reset the simulation, keeping the form up. He's taller, by a grand total of two more inches, setting him at a towering 5'7''.

Though there is a point in time where he's reverted back to his base form, and he's...latched his tail in what looks like a clamp. And he's leaning forward, using his body weight to pull on it almost as if he's trying to stretch his tail. Either way, it looks painful, especially when he screams in pain, gritting his teeth. What is he doing? Who knows.]

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[It's not unusual to see Bulla shopping, even though she does it less than she used to. Some of it is due to lack of options, and some of it is due to challenging herself and designing her own clothing.

What is unusual is the sight of her father with a tail. He hasn't had one for her entire life, so seeing him with one is a little odd. She's had time to get acclimatized to the sight of him with wings. Even knowing that saiyans are supposed to have tails, it's going to take some getting used to. Although it does occur to her right away that all of his pants are going to need alterations.]

...when did you get a tail, Dad?

[He's not surprised to see her here either. When she addresses him, he makes his way right to her, grinning.]

Just yesterday, I was returned this morning. Looks pretty good, doesn't it.

Yeah, it does.

[And there go some clothes, swept right off the shelf. Bulla scrambles to catch them.]

I guess aside from having some alterations done on your pants, you're going to have to get used to having one again.

[Whoops. He didn't mean to. Oh well, someone else can pick them up. He doesn't know why she's bothering to pick them up.]

That's why I'm here. I need to replace everything I have. [He picks at the rack next to him.] I don't understand how you can do this all day and enjoy it.

Well, it's a lot more fun when there's an entire shopping mall to browse through and see all the cool new fashion lineups on display.

[Although she does have to point out one thing.]

Actually, Dad...I don't think you'll need to replace everything. I'll see if I can find things for you that have a hole for a tail already pre-sewn in, but I can do some alterations on the clothes you already have. It'll just take a while to sew by hand. And there's no reason for you to have to replace your shirts. We'll just find pants that match the shirts you already own.

[Gasp! Is that Bulla learning restraint while shopping?]

Fine by me. [He's just going to wear a lot of workout pants until his are altered then.] As long as it doesn't get in the way of my training. Though, I'm surprised.

[Oh he noticed that. She doesn't want to pick out shirts for him while they were here? Madness.]

You're not already holding up different outfits to me already. Don't tell me Luceti has killed that urge to shop you've got.

Not completely...but like...there's only so many things that they'll get in here at any given time, and people are dropped in here at random with only pants or that ugly little sundress on.

[Bulla shrugs.]

I guess it just seems...selfish to hoard all the nice clothes for myself when I've got some nice clothes already and I even know how to sew now.

[Look at your baby girl growing up, Vegeta.]

[He never minded her wanting clothes all the time, especially since he's pretty selfish himself- but that does strike him as different. He stands silently for only a moment, but doesn't take much time to think on it other than the surprise at recognizing that what might be small, change.

It's weird, seeing your kids grow up. But at the same time, it's satisfying. Maybe he's just getting old. He doesn't say anything more on the subject.]

[He walks over to a shelving on the wall that has several different kinds of jeans, looking at them and reaching out to grab a few pairs. Of course, the cut on the bottom of the pants will not match anything he's got at all. They are totally not age appropriate.]

I'll have these ones altered here. [He shows them to Bulla.] This should get me through until you've fixed what I've got at home.

[Bulla looks at those pants with the critical eye of a girl who's not only a fashionista, but a budding fashion designer now. And then she winces.]

Oh wow, no. Not those ones, Dad. They don't match anything you own and no man over the age of thirty should be seen wearing those in public unless there are no other viable options.

Ah- [What...what's wrong with them?]

They are just pants! What's wrong with these? [Is she saying he can't look just as good at a thirty year old????]

They're pants that are best suited to people in high school and college. I was being generous when I said thirty. It's really more like twenty-five. I'd be reluctant to let Trunks out of the house wearing those.

[Even though he does pass for much younger than he is and could easily claim to be in his early twenties without anyone doubting him.]

You don't want to dress like a slob, do you? Because those pants will totally make you look like one.

[Yikes, she's serious. He grumps at her, looking down at what he'd chosen- and puts it back. This is so stupid. Now he remembers why he hates shopping so much, it's got to look a certain way, there's certain things he can't wear because he's too old, honestly it was just too much sometimes.

The sad thing is, he cares about how he looks.]

Then what would you suggest.

[Bulla looks through the racks very carefully, looking for something that's going to be comfortable enough for him without making him look like a dweeb who's trying too hard to regain his lost youth.

She finds one pair of pants for starters. They'll match several of his shirts, it's in his size, and they won't look ridiculous on him.]

There. Try these.

[He takes them, looking down. What's so different about these?]

These don't look any different than the ones I just had. This only has less pockets. [And aren't really baggy.]

They're also not baggy, but they've still got enough room for you to move around in.

[And they won't make him look like he's having a mid-life crisis...]

Go get measured for alterations and I'll pick out a couple more pairs for you while you wait.

[He gives in. He knows he's not winning this fight, huffs, and turns to go get measured.

Which in itself is awkward, but it's not like he's never been attended to naked before. The measurements are written down for him too, and he walks back out with a piece of paper in hand.]

Here. [He hands her the paper, knowing she'd need it.] I don't even know what any of those numbers mean. I hope you do.

[Bulla explains each one as she points.]

This one is for the waist, this one is for the inseam, and it looks like this one is your tail circumference with a little bit of extra room given for mobility purposes without leaving a gaping hole in your pants.

[He doesn't know how she got all that but whatever. As long as his pants fit, he doesn't care.]

Let me see what you've picked out. Just because you like them doesn't mean I will.

Have some faith, Dad. I've never steered you wrong before.

[Bulla holds up the two other pairs of pants she's selected, all made of material that will allow him reasonable freedom of movement - even the slightly dressier pair that she picked so he'll have something more suited for celebrations and other such events.

They're all pants that are more suited to a man in his late thirties to early fifties. Adult, but not something most elderly men would be found in. They don't have as many pockets and they're not as baggy, but there's still plenty of room in the legs and the material is sturdy without being itchy.]

So? What do you think?

[He takes the dressier pair of pants first from her and gives it a look over. He's making sure that they were adequate enough for him to wear, and to make sure he liked them- he couldn't be seen in public looking like a dweeb. The second pair gets a look over too, and in approval he drapes both pairs over his arm.

He doesn't get how she just knows. How does one just know what to wear like that? Earth fashion is stupid. He can't even wear what's in season because he's got to make sure it's for older men. So dumb.]

These will do. I'll have this store fix them for me, but the rest I'm leaving up to you. I'd like my training clothes finished first, if you don't mind.

...so, most of your wardrobe, then?

[She gives him a teasing grin, but there's some truth to her question. A large portion of his wardrobe is suited for training in.]

There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. So yes.

[He huffs even though he knows she's teasing. But yeah she's right. A lot of it is for him to train in since that's practically his job.]

How about you pick three pairs of pants back home to start with? If I do three per day, that should keep you from running out of clean pants to wear.

[Particularly since between those pants and the three he's getting modified now, there's always the option of just doing laundry.]

Alright. [That seemed reasonable, and as long as he's got something he doesn't care.]

[Turning, he's going to go up to the counter to have these pairs fixed for him when he sees the abomination. It's on a rack. It's a bright shade of something trying to play at being turquoise, matched with a nasty lime green. It's so hideous that even he stops to gape at it for a second. It's a track jacket straight out of the 80's.

So he goes and picks it up. And shows it to her.]

I think I'll pick this up too.

Oh. My. Gosh. I seriously hope you're kidding. That might be the ugliest jacket I've ever seen!

[It actually offends Bulla's sense of fashion.]

I wouldn't want you wearing that out in public even as a Halloween costume. Ew! Put it away before I vomit!

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