003 [action/text]

[aerialassault]

[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod and (maybe) Albel Nox]

[It was cold.

Cliff shifted under the blankets and stretched his legs, not caring about anything but the familiar knitted sheets that touched his bare skin and the familiar scent of what he knew was his apartment in town. It was simple. It was a taste of the freedom he would grab once he slept off his aching muscles and refreshed his weary mind.

For the moment he just wanted to appreciate the warmth. He didn't remember the beds being this comfortable...]

[Action: Open]

[People in town might notice an unfamiliar young woman wandering about the shops that afternoon in search of something that fitted better than the oversized leather bomber jacket and heavy boots that covered her thin white dress. Her striking blue hair and green eyes bore a startling resemblence to another young man, Fayt Leingod-- but, that had to be coincidence.

Passers by might even find her asking them a simple question in a tone that hinted at her contained frustration:]



Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?

[Clearly, she wasn't used to asking for this sort of help.

Later on, a quick message in a familiar hand is scrawled out in the journals for everyone to read:]

[Text]

I'm back. Anyone miss me?

Comments

[aerialassault]

[Cliff crossed his arms and smirked wryly at the man, secretly pleased that he didn't need to explain himself further. The blustering, baseless allegations were met with only a toss of that long blue hair.]



Do you really think I'm dumb enough to ask that? [A sigh.] sheesh.

[misterbrief]

[Wha-]

What's that supposed to mean? [He needed help...]

[aerialassault]

[An flush followed in reply.]



I've got that covered. Just.

[He looked off to the side, clearly embarrassed.]

There's a jacket I wanted to look at that's a bit too high for me, and I don't really wanna be climbing the walls dressed like this.

[misterbrief]

[Now that's amusing. Too short to reach.]

Well, I feel this problem could have been solved if you'd of taken my advice after all. I have no problems reaching things that are placed far above my head. [Which could be interpreted in many different ways. But in this case-]

You see, I would just fly up to that jacket.

[aerialassault]

[Dryly:]

Yeah. You also wouldn't be wearing a sundress.

[Even if Cliff had taken Vegeta's offer, he wasn't about to go flying in a skirt!]

[misterbrief]

Well, that's not my problem, now is it. [He chuckles lightly. Sorry Cliff, but now that the shoe is on the other foot, he's having a little fun.]

Now, wouldn't you think it easier if you found yourself some pants first...?

[aerialassault]

[Sighing irritably, Cliff tangled a hand in his hair and shot Vegeta a withering look.]



Pants. Coat. Doesn't matter

[He rolled his shoulders in what normally would be construed as a lazy shrug.]

You gonna gimme a hand here or not? I really don't wanna have'ta go to Rei or Bulla with this.

[misterbrief]

...Well, alright then. [Now it's time to have a little fun.]

[He'll get that jacket, to start. Easy enough, if he can't reach it himself he'll just float up, grab it and bring it down. After handing it to him however, he's going to search through a few racks himself. And then he throws a dress at Cliff, smirking.]

Bulma seems to think this is acceptable. So I figure it would work for you, too. [Please let Bulma catch him wearing it so she freaks out...]

[aerialassault]

[Leaving the oversized bomber jacket to the pool around his feet, Cliff gratefully shrugged into the new one. Not only did it fit far better than his own, it had hood that he planned to take advantage of. It wasn't perfect, but it would do.

The dress, on the other hand, was another matter]



Maybe in a different season. [Not even going to comment on the awkwardness of it being something his wife would approve of.] I'm thinking something with sleeves might work a little better right now.

[misterbrief]

Isn't that what the jacket is for? Women wear dresses anytime they want, even if it means they'll complain the entire time about how cold it is. Don't ask me why, I think it's absurd. [His knowledge of women's apparel still isn't much. Not training, so not important.]

[aerialassault]

[Thoughtfully:]

Must depend on the woman and the dress. That sorta thing just is too much of a pain in the neck in my opinion.

...Do ya have any ideas with pants? It's gonna be a little hard to train in a skirt, yanno.

[misterbrief]

Can't you figure out pants for yourself? [Vegeta isn't Bulla, he can't eye it.] Why don't you just wear whatever you feel like? If it's hideous, I'm sure we'll all let you know. [By making fun, of course.] Unless Klausian females don't care much for fashion. All the better, I'd say.

[aerialassault]

[Vegeta. What?

Cliff stared at him with that old look of cocky disdain-- unfortunately, it didn't have nearly the same effect as it would have normally.]



Be glad that I only look like Maria right now-- she and Mirage'd have a few things to say right about now.

[Although, in truth, odds were that the two women would likely join in on teasing Cliff.]

[misterbrief]

Maria? You mean...yes, I remember. Well, isn't that interesting. Now I know who to look for once she shows up here. [So this is the girl. Well...as close to it as they were going to get.]

Wouldn't that be ideal for her to show up right now and see you like this? [Malnosso, grant him this one wish. Please.]

[aerialassault]

What?!

[He took a step back, embarrassment clear on his face. There wasn't much that rattled Cliff, but the thought of one of the two women he cared the most about seeing him like this was jarring enough for him to lose his cool.]

Listen, man. That's too far.

[misterbrief]

Don't get your panties in a twist, now. I thought the same when I had that unfortunate mishap myself. It's not as bad as you think.

[Which is the truth, but his tone is sly and mischievous. You know, because he's still a jerk.]

[aerialassault]

It's bad enough that people [re: Albel] aren't taking me seriously.

[A sharp look. Hopefully, Vegeta wasn't going to be the same.]

[misterbrief]

Well, you act as if they aren't taking you seriously simply because you are currently female. [Which may be the case, but he has to take a jab there.] As far as I'm concerned, the shoe is now on the other foot. Possibly karma finally having its way with you for that little undergarment episode you and I had several months back.

[Shrugging, he'll keep talking so he doesn't give Cliff room to interrupt him.] Besides. When I was transformed, I retained all of my abilities. If that's the case for you, why don't you teach those ingrates a little lesson if they're going to snub you like that.

[aerialassault]

[Cliff stared at Vegeta, not at all surprised by the other man's suggestion of using violence for a reason that was as petty as securing his reputation.]



Didn't we talk before about how using fists in diplomacy doesn't always work?

[misterbrief]

Yes. But sometimes a well placed punch gets the message across just fine. [Cliff's talking on an individual level here (sort of, at least that's the way he's taking it). He doesn't see the problem with punching someone out.]

[aerialassault]

[A sigh. Cliff ran a hand through the long blue hair, idly wishing for a hair tie to pull it back with as he did so.]



Depends on the person and the problem. This ain't worth flipping a table over.

[misterbrief]

Did I say anything about flipping any tables? Now I think you're the one taking it too far. Besides, I thought knocking a few heads together was your specialty?

[aerialassault]

It's called 'being smart' I ain't about to go take on That Guy when I'm not dressed right.

[misterbrief]

[He chuckles. Well.]

Alright, alright, you've got a point. [Trying to kick someone's ass in a dress just won't work out, he learned.] So get some pants and then teach those imbeciles a lesson. Unless that new body of yours can't handle it, of course.

[aerialassault]

Hey, Maria's Klausian-trained, yanno. She may be an Earthling, but she's plenty tough.

[Even if he did have a hunch that his beloved Aerial Assaults were going to fall short of expectation.]