[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!))

[It's been a little over a week now since Vegeta's disappearance, and thankfully for him at the moment they've decided to simply dump him in the woods where no one can see him.

Or rather, her.]

( Introspection )

Voice

[Ok. He's female now. It's fine. Wait no it's not fine. It's not fine, no no no no no it's awful and it's horrible. This will not be permanent, but who knows how long this will last. One small problem though...how does he dress himself? He mulls over that in his head, it couldn't be that bad. The pants and shirt aren't hard, but...underwear? Bras? He's simply got no clue, he doesn't know what size he is anymore in the hips and he definitely doesn't know his bust. Perhaps he should ask his family.

No, that is a horrible idea, give them more fuel for the fire to make fun of him relentlessly. He can dress himself without their help. However his attempts at finding something that fits is a complete failure so far. And he can't wear his Saiyan armor, he wore it in the draft and many different people saw him in it. The last thing he wants is people to figure out who he is.

He could ask Luceti? They won't know the difference, will they? And he does not feel bad about deceiving anyone on the matter either. He cannot believe he is going this far, but to him it's better than having yet another thing on the plate to be made fun of at home. So he's going to choose voice for this one.]

Luceti, let me ask you this. In what way here have you found it easiest to shop for appropriate attire, including your undergarments? I know this may sound strange but where I am from we had a uniform and armor that we all wore as we were constantly in and out of battle at any given moment. [Yes, that sounded generic enough. Playing the military card, and it wasn't really that much of a lie either. But he will lie if he has to, for the love of the universe.] So as you can imagine this is quite new to me. [Except the whole part where it's not, only for the fact that he can't figure out how to put on a damn bra. Girls, help him!]

Action

Clothing Shop
[He'll be attempting to find himself something other than the New Feather dress he's got on, and he needs to try to find undergarments as well- have fun running into him there.]

Seventh Heaven/Around the Square
[He'll be heading over to the restaurant, since he's also starving, so after the dilemma of wearing the appropriate clothing is sorted out he's heading over there. He'll be in the plaza before he gets lunch to mull over how he's going to return home to his wife and child to face the music.]

Battle Dome
[No matter what gender he is he'll still train like usual that night in the dome, if you'd prefer to meet him there.]

House 29
[Mostly for Goku, Bulla and Bulma if they choose this spot to meet him, but if you know where he lives and want to drop by he'll be there as well.]

((OoC: Yeah, Vegeta's been turned into a girl. Karma's a bitch right? So responses will be coming from doesntneedsaving!))

[Video]

[In the last few months after arriving in Luceti, Vegeta (somehow) has managed to meet a variety of the inhabitants, somehow miraculously making "friends" and creating enemies alike, but he's noticed one common theme among almost every person he's come across.

This absolutely strange obsession everyone seems to have with his hair.

Which today, has prompted the Saiyan Prince to angrily express himself on the matter.]

Listen. I know most of you may not know me, but if we cross paths- yes, this is my actual hair. [He turns his head so the video can clearly catch all of his anti-gravity mop.] It's not held up by any artificial means, it's not a wig. I don't use this "industrial style hair gel" some speak of, I don't blow dry it to perfection, and I certainly have no intention of letting any of you try to brush it, comb it, touch it, or otherwise come near my hair to satisfy your curiosity.

A Saiyan's hair does not change from the moment they are born. I've always had this hair, though I have cut it to this length to match earthling hair, as it was much longer in the past. [His daughter made him cut it. It was nerdy.]

So I don't want to hear anything more about it, from anyone, or I'll be more than happy to blast you.

[Action]

[He's going to either be at home in Community House 3, at Seventh Heaven getting a meal, or training at the Battle Dome, if you'd prefer to run into him instead.]

[Action]

[His clothing had finally arrived, and Vegeta's streaking through the sky, a blue trail of energy in his wake. He finally reaches the shop in a huff, catching himself with a left foot and balancing with a right as he lands.]

[Inside, he's berating the poor person running the shop-]

You-! Are my belongings finally in stock in this pathetic little dump you call a store!?

[He soon after stomps out, clothing in hand, reaching the middle of the square. But he doesn't take off right away, still brooding over his arrival in Luceti.]

[In fact, throws his clothes down onto the ground in a rage and takes out the journal he'd woken up with a few days prior.]

[During his short voice entry, he searches his back and finds his wing, still yelling into the device, yanking on it with teeth gritted. He falls to his knees, face completely blue as the shining ocean itself and is desperately trying to hold back vomiting as a few feathers or so float down beside him.]

[He'll be there for a short while before he regains the strength to stand up and walk again, back to his apartment.]


[Voice]

Listen, I don't know exactly why I've found myself here, but I am tired of this ridiculous game. I demand I be returned back to West City before I decide that I'm going to get some therapy from blasting someone. And these ludicrous wings-! They can't be removed, huh? Well we'll see about that!

[A groan and the ruffle of feathers- followed by a cry out as he's reaching back and yanking on the wing on his left side. Over the audio there's a thud and the sound of a throat holding back what one could probably assume was his lunch.]

Argh! You can't...be serious...!