"Don't be such a buzzkill, Pan!"

Bulla stepped on the gas of her candy red convertible, pushing it well past its recommended limits. She cranked the radio and let out a 'Whoo!' as her blue hair blew about in the wind.

"We can have plenty of fun once we get to the party, Bulla, assuming you don't kill us before we get there!"

Bulla swerved around the other cars on the highway, eliciting shaking fists and angry shouts she couldn't make out over the throwback hit blaring through the radio.

"Don't be so dramatic! If we crash and the car throws us out, we can just fly the rest of the way to the house party!"

Pan crossed her arms. "So why didn't we just fly in the first place?"

Without slowing down, Bulla stared over at her. "You're in college now, Pan - you should know by now how easy it is to scare human boys off. I scare enough of them off just for being so hot and rich, I don't need to make it any worse by letting them all know as soon as I arrive that I'm some sort of alien freak."

"Humans can fly too, Bulla. And besides, you're only half alien freak. And it could be worse - at least you're part Saiyan instead of part Namekian. Imagine how hard it would be to meet boys if you looked like Piccolo and Dende!"

"Is there even such a thing as female Namekians? Or did Frieza blow them all up?"

Pan's jaw dropped. "Bulla!"

"Whatever. All I know is it's been way too long since I've been to a good party, and I'm ready to meet some hot guys!"

"Are boys all you think about?"

Bulla shrugged. "That and getting wasted, I suppose." She glanced over and saw Pan's judgmental stare. "I'm kidding! But there's nothing wrong with a little fun once in a while! I would do more productive things with my time, but it's like I've said before - my mom thinks I'm too dumb for science and my dad thinks I'm too fragile for fighting. But I mean, science IS boring, and think of the long term damage fighting could do to my pretty face!"

"You could always spar with me," Pan flexed and winked.

"I've seen you when you get angry, Pan. My chances of surviving would be better if I fought my dad in a Frieza costume."

Pan giggled. "I could go easy on you! Teach you the basics first, the same way my dad taught me."

"I already know the basics from the few times my dad told Trunks to spar with me. Right before he knocked me to the ground, laughed at me for being a weak girl, and ran off to train with Goten instead."

"I wish Trunks would spar with me..." Pan stared out at the dusk sky.

"I would collect the dragon balls myself just to see that! He thinks he's so strong, but he'd cry like a baby after you were done with him!"

The two girls shared a prolonged giggle and continued cruising toward their destination. About ten minutes later Bulla parked her car by crashing it into a fire hydrant on a street near the three story house where the party was raging on. That drew plenty of stares on its own, which only increased in number when Bulla stepped out wearing her tight red outfit - a small crop top that barely contained her chest, a curve-hugging skirt, with tall boots and a headband to match. Pan walked up behind her more modestly dressed - wearing a short t-shirt, jeans, and a yellow bandana to contain her long black hair.

Bulla winked and waved at the crowd of boys staring over, and most of them either waved back or kept gazing over with drool hanging from their mouths. Pan rolled her eyes and took Bulla by the hand, dragging her into the crowded party's dance floor, where they were met with more stares

"I can't bring you anywhere, can I?" Pan snatched a handle of vodka off a nearby table, popped the top, and took a few hearty swigs.

"What do you mean?" Bulla looked over at Pan innocently, ignoring the crowd of men ogling her from not too far away.

Pan wiped her chin and handed Bulla the bottle. "I can't believe Vegeta let you go out like this. Are you sure he isn't watching us from outside?" She peeked out the blinds of the window just in time to see someone get dropped on their head after a failed keg stand.

"Didn't I tell you? Mom won't be back from her inventor's conference until tomorrow, and dad left with your dad and grandpa a couple days ago to train with Whis and Beerus." Bulla lifted the bottle up and chugged at its contents, only stopping when Pan took the bottle back so she could finish it off herself.

"Whoa! That was like, wicked cool! You ladies sure know how to drink!"

Bulla and Pan looked over at the group of bros who had approached, each clutching at their cheap watered down beer of choice, and all wearing some combination of polo, backwards cap, and sunglasses at night.

"I bet we can outdrink every last one of you!" Pan said, before sticking out her tongue.

Bulla hopped up on the table behind her and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back while she pointed her toes at the boys. "I think you're right, Pan. They look like lightweights to me."

The bros looked at each other, conversed for a moment, and then one stepped forward and put a fist up. "To the kegs!"

Everyone within earshot cheered, and Bulla and Pan followed the group of bros out into the backyard of the house. As they pushed through the crowd, Bulla leaned down and whispered into Pan's ear.

"Think we should tell them that it takes fifty times more alcohol to get a Saiyan drunk than a pure blooded Earthling?"

Pan put a finger up to her lips. "Of course not! You're the one that said we need to have a little fun, so let's have a little fun!"

Once they reached a clearing where two full kegs of beer rested, one of the bros rubbed his hands together and nodded enthusiastically. "Alright ladies, here's the rules. We each take turns going up against you to see who can drink longer. Whoever stops drinking first loses!"

"What happens if we lose?" Bulla asked.

The bros looked around at each other and chuckled. "If you lose... you gotta show us your boobs!" They all hollered and high-fived.

Bulla rolled her eyes. "And if you lose?"

"We'll run around the house naked! But we're not gonna lose!"

"Deal!" Pan said, stepping forward. "Except for one little rule change. I'm gonna go first, and you guys just keep taking turns until I'm done, okay?"

The bros looked at each other confused, then after confirming that Pan's boobs would still be nice to see, they agreed to the change in terms. Two of the bros lifted the third up into position, and despite offers for help, Bulla insisted on holding Pan up on her own with just one arm, using the other to pump the keg.

After a short countdown they started, each of them sucking down the cold foamy beer shooting into their mouth. It took over thirty seconds, but the first of the bros dropped off while Pan continued on strong. The second bro was hoisted up, but only lasted around fifteen seconds before he was pulled off to the jeers of this teammates. The third bro shook his head before going up and stared over at Pan in disbelief.

"Is she even really drinking?"

"Of course she is!" Bulla snapped back. "Now stop cheating and go up to take your turn!"

The bro did as he was told, and did his best to make it a competition - but chugging away for fifty seconds wasn't enough and the competition was over. His mouth filled with fluid, he spit it up, and he was taken down. Pan signaled for Bulla to let her down shortly after, and she tossed the empty keg over to the bros, bowling them over in the process. They stood up, stripped down shamefully, and began their first lap around the house.

"You could have saved some for me," Bulla said, as they walked back in to the house.

Pan snatched a bottle of whiskey from a table and handed it over to Bulla, who accepted it and poured some down her throat as they swayed out onto the dance floor. A lighthearted pop song blasted from the speaker system, which the two of them swung their hips and waved their arms to.

~Boy it's been too long

I always get it wrong

Can't write another song!

I need my Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!

Please tell me it's true...

That you ain't no Maijin Buu~

Several of the boys tried to get close enough to dance with either of the Saiyan girls, but they either slid away or bumped their would be suitors away with a little touch of Saiyan strength. Eventually, the playlist shifted to a more down and dirty club mix, which Bulla immediately bent over and started getting into, but Pan decided to take a break from dancing to go find more to drink.

Now that she was by herself, even more boys swarmed to Bulla, each waiting around desperately for the moment she might brush against them or grind her round ass against them for a beat or two of the song. Bulla was well aware of what they were doing, and the effect she was having on them. She savored the attention while it lasted, curving each guy who started to get a bit too friendly. None of them caught her attention, but she kept at it for a handful more songs until she could feel that her blue hair was soaked with the same sweat that glistened all over her body. She pulled away from the crowd and went upstairs to search for Pan.

She eventually found her, sitting at the end of a hallway and staring out a floor to ceiling window. Four empty handles of booze sat to either of her sides.

"Pan, what are you doing here all alone? Why aren't you dancing, or talking to some of these cute boys?"

Pan hiccuped. "These boys aren't that cute. Not as cute as him..."

"Going on about your mystery crush again? Are you drunk enough to actually tell me who he is this time?"

Pan shook her head. "Maybe one day, maybe he'll notice me if..." Without finishing her thought, Pan passed out against the wall.

Bulla sighed. "What do I do now?" she said to herself, wondering if she should just scoop Pan up and head home early.

"Friend of yours?"

Bulla spun around to face whoever just spoke to her with his funny accent, and saw an older boy standing above her. He had long, flowing black hair, impressive muscles, and the most handsome face she'd ever laid eyes upon. She bit her lip as she stared up into his emerald eyes.

"You could say that. She's sort of my sister from another mister."She scratched at the back of her head, immediately regretting her choice of words.

"Is she alright? She stole those bottles from me not ten minutes ago while I was in the loo, so I do hope they're empty because she spilled them, and not because she tried to drink them."

Bulla giggled nervously. "Oh yeah, I'm sure she just spilled them! She's such a klutz sometimes!"

Her new acquaintance didn't laugh, but the hint of a smile appeared at the edges of his lips, which Bulla couldn't seem to take her eyes off of. He took one of her hands into his. "Enough about your friend. Forgive me for being forward, but I must say you are by far the most beautiful girl here tonight."

"Me?" Bulla said, blushing.

The mystery man kissed her hand, lingering for a second before letting go. "I must know, what is your name?"

"I'm Bulla. I don't go to school here or anything, but my friend Pan here does. She's the one passed out. Not because she drank all that whiskey or anything, I think she's just tired. She always talks about how exhausting her school work is, but I'm still just a senior in high school, so I can't really relate yet. But don't worry, I'm totally of age! Not to drink, but like to vote, and be an adult and stuff."

He nodded without saying anything, but his smile seemed to grow the more she rattled on. Before she could ask his name back, an unfamiliar female voice shrieked from the other end of the hall.

"Kamirun! I've been looking all over for you!"

A tall blonde girl approached, wearing a small t-shirt with sorority letters on it. She latched herself onto Kamirun's arm, and leered over at Bulla.

"Who's this slut?" the girl slurred.

"Who are you calling a slut?" Bulla shot back, feeling some Saiyan anger rising up inside.

"Girls, girls!" Kamirun put his hands up to try and calm the situation.

The blonde girl rolled her eyes. "Whatever, she doesn't look like your type anyway." She pushed her chest up against him. "Come on Kamirun, you promised we'd get some alone time together. I have something I want to show you." She put a hand to his chest and looked over at Bulla to make sure she noticed.

Bulla crossed her arms as the girl dragged Kamirun away. He shrugged at her, mouthed an 'I'm sorry,' and followed the blonde girl down and around the hall. Bulla let out a frustrated sigh, cursed herself for being so worked up about a boy she just met, and then turned around.

Surprisingly, Pan was on her feet, swaying back and forth. "This party sucks," she said, just before she erupted into white flames and flew out the window behind her, sending shards of glass flying all about.

A couple of random party-goers who had just made their way upstairs stared on in disbelief. Bulla ignored them, and whispered under her breath as she flew out in pursuit of Pan.

"Yeah, it does."