Bulma blinked at the stipulation, while Violet smiled confidently at her idea for the specification.
“Why would you want the city to smell my feet?” Asked the confused girl to her friend. Violet smiled confidently and pointed at her friend with an accusation.
“Because when ever you’re around my house, you leave your socked feet and Fila sneakers and they make my entire house smell like them,” Violet shoot back at Bulma.
“My feet don’t have any smell,” she defended herself. To prove it she sat down on a house and pulled off her shoe and bent over to smell both the insides of the sneaker and her own socked foot. She reeled back when she got a good smell of her own feet.
“Okay, I admit that they do have a fragrance to them.” Violet smiled happily that her words had been heeded.
“So what sport do you want to play?” Violet asked.