Bulma grieved the loss of one of her favorite outfits, gone too soon and taken by her own considerable flab. She rummaged through the house-wagon for new clothes, eventually finding... certaing pair of clothes. She sighed in exhasperation, squeezing and shimmering her rotund hips and flab into it, feeling the fabric of its blue tights tightly cling onto her flabby and thick legs, alongside the black leotard being stretched by how her rotund belly billowed outwards and sagged down past her waist and near her knees. It was a sight to behold, being honest. After putting on the bunny outfit, she would walk downstairs to where you and Oolong were, slightly irritated.

"Ugh! Hey, what's this, Easter?! This is no outfit; it's a costume! And I look ridiculous in it!"

She yelled, using a more angry tone. Despite her attitude, she seemed to only be making a scene to somehow get you to buy or find new clothes, which... wasn't working that much.