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Bulma: Fine, Vegeta, but could you do me a favor first?

Vegeta: Anyone you want.

Bulma: Then please, take off your suit!

BI: CUT!

Vegeta: Okay, honey.

Vegeta took off the Sentoufuku without arguing. Bulma blushed but didn't see

gone.

BI: Okay, carry on. Um, leave the camera off.[MS: Isa, Isa, that mutates

to a lemon ...]



Bulma: ...

Vegeta: ...

Bulma: ...

Vegeta: ...

Bulma: Then please, put on your suit.
Vegeta: What? The one there? It makes my waist look so wide and my face

looks way too angular because of that. It also looks cheesy ...

Hey what's that supposed to mean? No, NOEEIIINNN no hair gel!

BI: Cut! Away with the hair gel or there is something! Who's into such a stupid

Idea came ...



Then they went to the ball. Bulma wore a long white dress that was made of silk

duration. The dress shone in the moonlight and made Bulma fine and petite like

look like an elf, which Vegeta told her, but he didn't

said was that the dress was pretty see-through. (Yes, he had it

selected)[MS: Equal rights for everyone! ]



Vegeta: ... I love you and that's why I ask you, Bulma Briefs, do you want

marry me, Vegeta?

The answer was unexpected and brief: "No."

BI: Cut! Are you plemplem Hey Vegeta, ask me!





Sorry that this chapter comes so late.It's actually been a long time
At home. Chapter 7 has already started, but I don't know when I'll

get back to writing. blueisa