Bulma, You Did That on Purpose!

"You!" Bulma got up from the ground, planted her hands on her hips, and glared up at him, fuming. "Soro! Why did you turn into that and scare me?"

Her brows knitted together, and she lifted her chin slightly.

"I was just training." Soro grinned, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Wait..." Bulma suddenly realized something and took half a step back. She tapped her chin with a finger. "Why can you talk? I remember when Goku turned into one of those, he seemed to lose his mind."

Her gaze grew wary as she scrutinized Soro's face twice.

"Don't worry." Soro smiled, warmth in his golden eyes. "I haven't lost my mind."

He paused, spreading one enormous hand beside him.

"Just hurry up and find me some clothes. I tore mine to shreds when I transformed."

Bulma pressed a hand to her forehead and rested the other on her hip, rendered speechless.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and her shoulders shook once.

So he'd come back because he had no clothes.

"Then wait here." Bulma turned and headed for the room, her steps light. She opened the door and went inside.

Soro stayed where he was, waiting patiently.

Before long, Bulma came back out, holding a set of clothes in its packaging.

The packaging was a white bag tied with a bow.

Soro crouched, bending his enormous body down.

He reached out a huge hand and opened his palm. The lines across it looked like a dried-up riverbed.

Bulma placed the clothes on his fingertips, then covered her mouth and giggled. Her eyes curved into crescents.

Soro didn't think much of it. He pinched the clothes between his fingers and carefully drew them back.

Without hesitation, he raised his head and pointed at the Artificial Full Moon in the sky.

His enormous finger pointed straight up.

"Bang!"

An invisible blast of energy shot from his fingertip, so fast it was almost impossible to see.

The Artificial Full Moon was instantly blown to pieces.

The golden orb burst apart, its sparkling fragments scattering and painting the sky in brilliant colors, like a magnificent fireworks display.

The sky returned to its original color, and the clouds reappeared.

Soro's body began to shrink rapidly.

His black fur receded, his massive bones contracted, and his muscles drew back in.

Within seconds, his body had returned to normal human size.

Feeling himself about to finish transforming, Soro vanished in a flash.

He became a blur, clutching the clothes, and appeared in his room in the blink of an eye.

The door closed behind him.

Soro stood in the middle of the room and looked down at the clothes Bulma had prepared for him.

The packaging had been opened, and white fabric peeked out of the bag.

The instant he got a good look, Soro's face darkened.

A vein jumped on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

What the hell...

It was a pure white women's outfit!

The skirt was embroidered with little flowers, lace trimmed the neckline, and a ribbon was tied around the waist.

The whole outfit gave off a delicate, feminine air.

Soro's previous outfit had been white, and when he'd transformed into a Great Ape, the clothes had looked tiny. He'd only noticed that they were white, without taking a closer look.

Now that he examined them properly, he realized they were this kind of outfit!

Bulma had definitely done it on purpose.

Soro clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling, then slowly exhaled.

Then, his face still dark, he walked to the window and yanked it open.

He leaned halfway out and glared at Bulma in the distance.

In the courtyard, Bulma stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at the window of Soro's room.

A sly smile played on her face. Her eyes curved into crescents, and the smug twist of her lips gave her away.

"Hee-hee!" Bulma stuck her tongue out at Soro, then quickly pulled it back in.

That settled it.

Bulma had done it on purpose.

But... it wasn't a big deal.

"Whoosh!"

Soro flashed out of sight from the window.

He moved so fast he didn't even leave a blur behind.

The next second, he was in the courtyard. He stretched out an arm and scooped Bulma up around the waist.

Bulma's feet left the ground. Before she could even cry out, Soro had touched down and flashed away again.

In an instant, the two of them vanished from the courtyard.

Another second passed.

The air in Bulma's bedroom trembled slightly.

Soro let go, and Bulma landed on the floor, swaying.

She looked down and saw that her jacket, skirt, shoes... were all gone.

All she had left on was her underwear.

The white fabric shimmered faintly in the light.

"Eek!" Bulma cried, crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks flared red, the blush spreading from her neck to her ears.

She froze in place, eyes wide and lips trembling.

"Hurry up and find me some clothes," Soro said evenly from a corner at the far end of the room. "Or do you want to end up with even less to wear?"

He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking away from her.

Bulma's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling.

She bit her lip and hurriedly bent down to rummage through the wardrobe. Her fingers were still trembling as she pulled out a set of men's clothes.

The clothes were neatly folded. She held them in both hands and set them on the edge of the bed.

Then she turned her back to him and faced the wall, clenching her hands in front of her.

Soro stepped forward, picked up the clothes, and quickly put them on.

He let out a long breath of relief and rolled his shoulders. After confirming that the clothes fit, he slowly walked over to Bulma.

"Hmph!" Bulma turned her head away, chin slightly raised. She wouldn't look at him, her lips puckered as she gave a snort. "You're awful!"

"By the way, Bulma." Soro got straight to his request, his tone calm. "Could you make me a battle suit like Vegeta's or Nappa's?"

"Apologize!" Bulma was still angry. She pouted miserably and turned her gaze toward the window.

"You're the one who tricked me with that outfit!" Soro retorted crossly. Then he paused and changed the subject. "I think their battle suits are made of something called a rubber-ceramic composite material!"

"That still doesn't mean you could take all my clothes off!" Bulma put one hand on her hip and pointed at Soro with the other, eyes wide. Then she paused, her brows drawing together. "Rubber-ceramic composite material? With the name of the material, making one shouldn't be a problem!"

"I didn't take all your clothes off. I was already being very considerate." Soro spread his hands. "So you can make that special battle suit? I don't want to tear my clothes to shreds again the next time I transform!"

"And you call that being considerate? Apologize!" Bulma's voice rose. She stamped her foot, then mused, tapping her chin with a finger. "It shouldn't be a problem. It'll take three to five days at most."

"'I'm sorry' has never been part of my vocabulary!" Soro shook his head and flatly refused. The corner of his mouth twitched before he added, "Great! Three to five days isn't long."