It's the local bar, and it's Friday night. It's time to
see... Who's A Player!
In the corner, Frieza is at a table with Zarbon and
Dodoria. Daintily sipping his drink, he looks around
the room.
Nappa's sitting on a stool at the bar, glumly drinking
his beer. Vegeta calls out to Nappa from his table. Nappa
reluctantly turns around to see Vegeta with each arm
around a girl and plenty more girls around the table:
"TERRIBLY sorry, but I had a sudden change of ...er...,
preference" *snicker*
Nappa grimaces, then stumbles out the door, about to hurl.
"Heh heh heh..."
Goku walks in and Vegeta stops laughing. He tightens his
grip on his girls, but they ALL get up:
"Oh, look! it's GOKU!"
And they all crowd around the dumbfounded Goku who's only
looking for food. Vegeta blasts into ssj, destroying the
table:
"Come back here! You're mine! I was here first!"
Nobody in the bar makes any reaction, including the girls who
are now giggling over Goku. An alarmed Zarbon turns to
Frieza:
"Why isn't anyone protecting themselves?"
"Oh, Zarbon dear, this happens EVERY Friday night. Now
he'll go and sit with Piccolo the rest of the night and
pout."
Sure enough, Vegeta gave up trying to get the girls back
and sat in the opposite corner of the bar. He knew,
eventually, Piccolo would come over and sit too. They
wouldn't talk, not even look at each other, but that's
how they liked it.
30 minutes later, Vegeta had dropped out of ssj. Piccolo
came over and sat down.
Frieza was now sitting with an uncomfortable Cell. He was
QUITE adverse to Frieza's flirtations - mostly because he
wasn't sure what Frieza was:
"He, she - whatever IT is acts too queer"
#18 was walking by Vegeta's corner and he couldn't stop
himself:
"Hey baby, want somethin' with a little more hair?"
......
At the sound of a male voice crying out in pain, Frieza
turns toward the other corner. Vegeta is balled up on the
ground. In between winces, he grumbles something about
"balls". Frieza had returned to Zarbon and Dodoria,
disappointed at his failure at wooing Cell. He sighs.
"Maybe he'll be OK by Saturday night."
Zarbon turns to Dodoria, but Dodoria interrupts him:
"I don't EVEN want to know"
~POST BAR STATS~
Nappa: wanders the streets, looking for Radditz
Vegeta: limps home like every Friday night
Piccolo: at Gohan's house to sleep on the couch
Goku: stuck at the bar with numerous girls on his lap
Frieza: walks arm-in-arm with his 2 "minions".....
Cell: STILL trying to get rid of the clammy sensation
where Frieza grabbed his butt
Comments are definitely welcome!
This story is probably my worst -_- But, I'm uploading my stories in the order I have written them [so that I maintain some sort of consistency in my insanity]. I write primarily humorous stories x_X. The "HFIL is a Walmart Supercenter" is my most popular yet, but I myself happen to like a recently written one better ("Walmart" was written well over a year ago). It will be uploaded in good time ^_^ I will only be uploading after receiving a fair amount of reviews, though. I want to make sure my literature is being enjoyed if I'm going to add more ^_^ "Who's a player?" was a 'filler' so to speak for my website. The next in the line is [LMAO] "Whipcream". An entertaining little bit of "clean" insanity ^_~ (terribly sorry dear Hentai's ^_~). My stories get coarser in humor as they go on, but they are insanely hilarious x_X [or so I've been told O :)] But enough of this senseless rambling! Review and wait with anticipation for when The Saiya-jin Sama strikes next!! x_X
Thanks for reading ^_^
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