Woo Hoo. Next Chappie! :) I'll try to get writing the 3rd ASAP... Sorry, I know like everyone one of my fics is only 2 chapters long... BUT I DONT CARE! Hee... hee.. Enjoy! Review!

Not Always as It Seems

Chapter 2- Rejected

Vegeta wandered the streets, looking for any kind of club he could pick up a lady at. He was up and around all night, but still, no women.

He sighed as he looked up at a small club hidden behind all of the flashing lights of downtown. The big flashing sign above it read: "'TGIS: Thank Goodness It's Saturday' nightclub and bar"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Well, thats lame. he thought to himself. It seemed like they didn't exactly have the best imagination.

He was about to turn back when he realized that this may be his last resort. He NEVER thought he would find himself so desperate.

Of course, if Kakkarott hadn't stayed home with his little mate, he may have had some suggestions. But noo, he decided he wanted to fuck all night long.

Okay, Vegeta, thats what you want to do, remember? Vegeta growled. Wasn't he a prince? Couldn't he live a night without torment? WHY COULDN'T A PRINCE GET ONE MEASLEY DATE???

Because, idiot, nobody knows that you are a prince. And you can't tell them either. So live off of your manly instincts, he told himself angrily.

Vegeta took one last deep breathe, stepped into the nightclub, and his sensitive Sayjin ears were immedietly filled with the pounding music of some new hip-hop group. He searched desperatly for the bar, needing a drink.

Fortunetly, he spotted the bar. But thats not all he saw. Leaning over the bar was a beautiful red-head. And she was alone.. No guys. Here's my chance...

Vegeta casually walked over to the bar and took a seat 2 down from the redhead. She seemed lonely. Okay, Okay, think... What to say? Ummm... Vegeta searched his mind desperetly for pick-up lines he had seen on TV.

"Where have you been all my life, beautiful?" Vegeta tried. The woman turned to face him and smiled sweetly. He thought he had got it, until he felt a painful smack across his face.

"Staying away from you." The redhead said, disgusted. Then she took her drink, and... left. Vegeta sat there with his mouth open.

"Ohh.. rejected!" He heard someone behind the bar say. He rolled his eyes and turned to face them, ready to shoot back a witty remark, when he saw who said it.

She was tall, had beautiful Aqua blue hair, tied neatly into a pony tail, and the most killer body he had ever seen.

"Heh. Hi." Vegeta couldn't think of anything else to say.

The woman grinned. "Ya know... this isn't exactly the best place to pick up a hot date..."

Vegeta jumped. "You... You know somewhere.. to go.. where I could get a 'hot date'?"

"Hmm.. For you? Well... There is a gay bar across the street!"

Vegeta growled. "I'M NOT A HOMO, DUH!!" He screamed, but it was barely heard over the loud music.

The woman laughed. "Are you sure? Cuz I have a tendency to be attracted to gay men." The woman stopped laughing and held Vegeta's gaze.

He was about to shoot something back when he stopped. Attracted? Did she just say what I thought she said? He looked at her facial expression. Of course she did. If she didn't, she wouldn't be looking at me like that.

"Hmph. I ensure you, woman. I am NOT gay." Vegeta was flattered by what she had said, but that didn't take away the fact that she thought he was gay.

"Aww.. too bad. If you were, I would probably fuck you. Ya know, the only guys I have fucked are gay. And I would say they are PRETTY good in bed!" The woman looked completely serious. Even though she was grinning, there was a spark in her eye that just made Vegeta doubt that she was kidding.

At that moment, Vegeta had almost wished that he was gay. This could be his only chance, and damn, this chick was hot! But of course, he wouldn't act like he was, even to get a woman into bed. He had to keep his title. Or, what was left of it.

"Heh. How do you know that I'm not?" Vegeta replied smugly.

The woman looked him up and down. "Hmmm... I don't know.. wanna find out?"

Vegeta gulped. Wasn't this what he was waiting for? Alright, be cool, just... be cool. You can do this. Vegeta inwardly took a breath, and opened his mouth.... but nothing came out.

The woman chuckled. "Hey, I was just kidding. I'm not a slut, ya know." She smirked as she saw the look of rejection times 2 on his face. "I'm Bulma."

"Vegeta." The Saiyan Prince kept his head bowed.

"Vegeta, eh? Nice name... I can think of another word it sounds like..." Vegeta's head whipped up and Bulma was given the death glare. "But I like it. It's... exotic!"

Vegeta smirked. He was about to get up and leave when Bulma stopped him. "Hey. Uhh... I was wondering. Wanna stick around till I get off work? It'll be in about 15 minutes.. loneliness is SO not my thing!" Bulma grinned and winked at Vegeta, causing him to half-smile, a rare sight.

"Yeah. Uh, I was gonna go over to my bud's place to watch movies or whatever. You wanna come?" Vegeta worked up enough courage to ask the beatiful bartender, then held his breath as he waited for the answer.

"Great! Sounds fun!" Vegeta let out a sigh of relief. "Now.. does this 'bud' of yours have a name?"

"Yeah, it's Goku. He's a pretty cool guy... nice, friendly...." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Handsome." He saw the woman immedietly freeze.

"Did you say Goku?" Vegeta nodded his head. "Hey! How do you know Goku?"

"Well, we're kinda best friends, to tell you the truth."

Bulma scoffed. "Okay, different Goku, then, because the Goku I know is MY best friend and the only best friend he has." Bulma grinned. "He's tall, muscular, spiky black hair, really affectionate, kinda dumb, though, has a wife named ChiChi, a son named Goh-" Bulma stopped when she saw Vegeta's astonished face.

"Wait... that's my Goku alright. But... he told me that he had only 1 best friend, and that was me!" Vegeta seemed to pout, very un-like him.

Bulma glared into space. "I think we have just a tiny bone to pick with Goku."