Saiyan Outfits Novels & Stories

"That is... unusual. Most alphas would not care about fear. Especially not him!!." "He is not most alphas," I said, remembering those golden eyes studying me like a puzzle he was determined to solve. After the bath, Maya dressed me in the sparring clothes. They were strange against my skin. Tight leather pants that hugged my legs. A fitted tunic that left my arms bare. Boots that laced up to my knees. They were the full set of warrior attire, something my sister wears even to sleep, but to me, it all felt wrong and strange. The way it highlighted all my curves made me feel exposed.

He took a step back, ‘Your eyes… they’re-’ ‘Green?’ Kaon smirked. ‘Indeed. It was quite a rare eye color for humans in this time.’ ‘Human?!’ Ronin’s jaw dropped, his mind spinning. He was about to retort when he felt a slight tugging sensation. Glancing down at his body, his modern clothes were gone, replaced with similar Greek garb. He scowled at Kaon. ‘You better start talking before I lose my temper.’ ‘Talking is overrated. I’d much rather to show you instead.’ Kaon was completely unbothered by Ronin’s threat, circling an arm around his shoulders and ushering him over to a column just as another version of them came rushing through the doorway.

Titan said and sighed heavily. Zach laughed and nudged Dylan. "Because he is fat, he thinks the suit does not go well with him." "It is called a suit to 'suit' people!" Titan yelled. "I look like a gasoline tank. Do they really have to use bright blue? Why can't it be a black suit? I'd look thinner in black." Titan stomped on the marbled floor, ranting. That's probably so they can easily spot you if you dare make a bold escape.

I made a mental note to go through the startup process later, eager to customize it with my favorite apps and settings. Next, I hung up the four new outfits I had selected during the day, specifically designed for both comfort and combat training at Alpha University. Each outfit was crafted to allow for maximum mobility while still looking stylish: a pair of lightweight joggers made from breathable fabric, a fitted athletic tank top that provided ease of movement, a long-sleeved performance shirt for cooler days, and a versatile zip-up hoodie that could transition effortlessly from training sessions to casual outings. I also carefully placed my new, sturdy combat boots beside them, eager to

even if you died you would revive in 50 days. Su Lan: ... Thank you. Su Lan: "I know you're following me. Please come out." Two people appeared behind her. Su Lan: System!!! Didn't you say there was only one person! There are two people! Can you count?! I am going to get KO without getting a chance to run! Info Screen: Oh, well it doesn't make a difference either way you will be KO. Su Lan: .....!!!!! The two people who appeared wore clothing that was different from what people wore here. One was wearing all black from head to toe. Another was wearing a Chinese hanfu outfit. One look and you could tell who was the master and who was the bodyguard.

He wore a dark black suit, like those thieves in the books. As he approached slowly, he looked at me up and down, enjoying the view of me in the tight garment with cut-off sleeves. I had also shortened the dress to end just above my knees. Before my rough tailoring job on it, it was the perfect Slayer war outfit. Slayers like Mom and Dad do not wear everyday garments because rushing into battle can induce brocade to tear.

King's hand slides across my shoulder causing me to turn. Comfort and strength show in his striking blue eyes. He's dressed in military fatigues in place of his usual "tear you apart" Shadow Warrior gear. The fatigue shirt stretches at the seams trying to cover his broad chest and shoulders. I prefer his leather chest straps for their practicality, and to be perfectly honest, they show his muscles to their best advantage. Today we're dressed in outpost military attire and covered from ankle to shoulder. If we shift to our Warrior forms, the material will shred and our Beasts won't care if we're nude. I spent too many years thinking I was human to want to show my naked bits and pieces to the

With another thought, they shoot out again like deadly daggers, ready for action. Feeling the air whipping all around my nude form, I realize it would do no good to fight naked. I Concentrate on conjuring a new style to go with my devilishly neoteric form, causing a smile to rise as a sleek and edgy outfit that I always wanted to try but never did when I was alive pops into my mind. A whirl of energy protrudes from my mind and cyclones around me as the black combat boots, matching vinyl pants and crop top, and serpent-like chrome belt I summoned conform to my physique.

A mannequin in the display wears an all black outfit. Completely fitted pants, matching top, and gloves. Sleek. Clean. Power disguised as fashion. The same kind of power that Sienna's words had taken from him the day before. He walks in, tries on the outfit. It fits like a second skin. He looks in the mirror and doesn’t see himself. He sees control. He smirks. He walks out of the shop with the outfit still on, leaving his old clothes behind in a crumpled pile. The girl at the counter doesn’t stop him. He tossed enough cash on the desk to shut down questions.

“Is Izar still mad at me? I was only teasing him.” “I’m not mad. I just don’t want you to address me like that, because you're not beneath me. You're our equal now. You’re our mate, and you are ours,” Izar said as he stepped out of the walk-in closet. He was no longer wearing his armor but a black sleeveless tunic and loose pants. I stared at him—he looked so hot in that outfit.