I was getting ready for a date with Blade. I hoped that I wouldn't find him drunk in corner again. I was also staying at Bulma's for a couple weeks, she said something about needing help with running tests on the Gravity Room. Which made me wonder why she didn't ask Trunks or Vegeta. Well, maybe not Vegeta.

Anyhow, I was nervous, Blade liked to hit women. I was told to 'just do it. Maybe you can change him.' And for sometime, I had. Then something in him, just clicked and he hasn't been able to grasp reality, until someone hits him back, which is how our arguments normally end.

I was walking down the hall and Trunks was in the living room on the phone with someone. Probably Goten.

"Talking with Goten?" I asked him. To the question he looked up at me.

"Yeah. Going somewhere?" He asked, looking at the flowing, black dress, with white lace flowers at the top.

The dress touched my knees the handbag that came with the dress, was white with a black strap, it had little black flower dots on the front and back. On the inside it was white with black lace.

"I had my doubts. And yes. I have a date tonight." I said and gave him a You-should-know-this-by-now look.

"Oh, you do?" He laughed. Then Goten came over the phone.

"Is that Xicela, if so tell her I said hi!" He said excitedly.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Goten says hi."

"Hi, Goten." I cooed.

The two 'men' talked for what seemed to be an hour. The 'men' said their goodbyes and hung up. When the phone call ended Trunks promptly stood up, cracked his fingers, and walked into the room I was in.

"Who's the date with?" He asked, peeking his head into the refrigerator.

"Blade." I responded.

'Why does she keep going back to that leech? He's always so cold towards her. Man I would kill to knock him down a few pegs.' Trunks thought angrily.

"Have fun." Trunks responded, trying to sound nonchalantly. After all the silence that followed, he asked "Are you wearing that new perfume?"

"Yes. Why?" I questioned.

"It's really working for ya." he teased.

I stared at him. "Now, am I supposed to laugh?"

He stared back and said "Yes, yes you are."

We both broke into laughter.

After that stopped I told him there would be plenty of capsules in the fridge and that Bulla was upstairs in her room.

I walked down the hall and up the stairs, towards the room I was staying in, and grabbed my handbag.

I remembered the warnings Bulma told me. Like wearing flats, instead of heels. Or, instead of a tight fitting dress, a nice flowing one.

*Flashback*

"Now remember, you want to wear flats, just in case your stuck walking home. I found that out the hard way." She said, laughing towards the end.

"Okay. That's really all I own." I stated with a slight chuckle.

"And don't wear anything tight." She warned.

"Okay. Nothing form-fitting." I said making mental memory of what not to wear and what to wear.

"I hope he doesn't treat you like he normally does." She said.

"Yeah, so do I. I don't wanna make a scene." I recalled.

"Now remember the easiest way to tell him to go screw himself is 'Oh, I didn't now you were here with her.' Always keep your cool." She said.

"Bulma, you should know, I never keep my cool. He would suspect something if I didn't yell." I said laughing.

"Yes, I know. But it wouldn't be good to yell, it could cause a much bigger scene than what you could handle." She said laughing to.

"Okay. I won't yell. Now, what about insults?" I asked.

"Insults. Hmm, how about towards the end you throw one in." She said warningly.

*End Flashback*

I walked towards the door and looked back at Trunks. He was smiling at me. I walked out the door to feel a cool summer breeze hit my face.

I reached the little restaurant I was supposed to meet Blade at. When I got there he had been binge drinking. Tonight was the night that if he screwed up again, I was leaving his ass for good.

Since he had one to many, that new girl on the block was sitting in his lap. What was her name? Who cares. Oh wait, not me!

"Well, looky here Blade." The girl slurred.

He spun around to see me, then a look of shock reflected on his face.

"Uh," he stuttered. "Hi, Xicela."

"Oh, I didn't know you were here with her,but be sure to use protection, jackass!" I said sending a ki blast at his prissy little face. 'What did I ever see in that asshole?!" I scowled myself. I sensed his energy approaching after me.

"Xicela, wait." He said grabbing my arm and trying to turn me around to face him. I wouldn't look at him, not now. "It's not what it looks like." He said sympathetically.

"No, it's exactly what it looks like. Your to hung over again, to think for yourself!" I screamed at him. 'Your damn lucky Trunks and Goten aren't here. He's lucky Gohan was on a trip, he would have royally screwed up his world.' I thought.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" He asked angrily.

"You know exactly what I mean. Your an irresponsible fuck ass! That get's drunk and sleeps with whoever he wants to!" I screamed louder.

"Really, I'm the fuck ass?! At least I didn't make a scene in the restaurant."

"I wouldn't have made a scene if you weren't with that bitch!"

"So, know I'm the bad guy?"

"Don't pawn your guilt trip on me. Cause we're through." I said walking away.

"Fine, I guess we are."

"Yeah, you'll say that in two weeks. When that bitch is gone." I murmured.