A little more than an hour had passed, and Trunks was still drinking beer after beer.

"Hey Trunks, lighten up," said Goku as the half-saiyan nearly slammed his last glass onto the bar, "You ARE the one that has to drive..."

Trunks glanced over at him, his face slightly flushed as he struggled to keep his eyes open all the way. "Gimme a break," he said, his words slightly slurred, "It's been too long since I last got to drink, an' I never needed one so badly, bein' on this stupid trip... 'Sides," he raised a finger, which nearly caused him to swagger back and forth, "There's no law sayin' you can't drink and fly..."

Goku lowered his eyebrows. "Yeah, but let's not take that chance. We can't exactly save the world if we crash head on into an asteroid..."

"Another drink, sir?" asked the barkeeper.

Trunks looked over at his companions; Goku was staring at him in a pleading manner, while Pan and Giru kept themselves busy with a small peg game. He sighed and shook his head. "No thanks... I guess I do have to drive. 'Sides, we need to get goin' soon if we're goin' to gather all the Dragon Balls to save Earth."

The barkeep raised an eyebrow. "I guess you did have too much to drink..." He turned and walked off to serve a young woman. After receiving her order, he turned and poured scotch into a clean glass, then handed it to Trunks.

The lavender-haired saiyan blinked, confused. "Um, I didn't order this," he said, "I'm done for the night."

"Compliments of the lady over there," the barkeep hitched a thumb towards the beautiful young woman, who winked and smooched her lips.

Trunks looked to the ground, his cheeks burning pink. Apparently even aliens found him hot... but looking at her, you'd almost didn't think she was an alien. Aside from her light blue skin, she also had long, golden hair with wavy locks, and big sparkling blue eyes, as well as a nice rack, in which she barely covered with that sparkling red, short dress.

Clearing his throat, Trunks took the drink and came over to the woman, placing it in front of her. "Thank you very much," he spoke, "But I'm driving tonight. I've reached my limit..."

The woman smirked, positioning herself in a seductive pose and batted her eyelids. "Oh come on," she mewed, "You deny a free scotch from a beautiful woman? Haven't you ever been hit on before?"

"As a matter of fact, I have," Trunks sheepishly placed his hand behind his head, "But it never turns out right..."

The woman pouted her lip. "With that act, it's no wonder..." she reached up and twirled her finger through a piece of his hair. "Shall I teach you how to treat a lady?"

Trunks' cheeks burned brighter. "Well, um...!" he pulled back his bandana to let steam escape from his neck as he began sweating.

"No you shouldn't!!" Pan shouted, suddenly coming between Trunks and the woman, "Back off, hussy!! He's not interested in sluts like you!"

"Pan, please!" Trunks grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away.

The chick raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Oh, sorry," she said, "Didn't know you were already taken."

Trunks nearly looked disgusted. "What?? No! She's not my girlfriend! She's practically my daughter!"

"What??" Pan sneered. "Daughter?? Me?!"

The woman looked down at Pan, then over at Goku. "My... you seem to be too old to have such young children."

Trunks' face lowered. "I'm not old! I'm only twenty-eight."

The woman almost looked confused for a moment, but then continued on. "Nevertheless, I don't think your wife would appreciate you bringing your children to a bar."

"I'm not a child!!!" Goku shouted.

"And I'm very mature for my age!" Pan stuck out her chest... or lack thereof.

The woman rolled her eyes, and Trunks got her attention again. "Okay, first off, they're NOT my children... they're just my friends. Second, I'm not even married. I'm single."

"You wouldn't have to be if you only paid attention to me," Pan muttered.

The woman looked down at Pan, then at Trunks. "So... no girlfriend, friends with children..."

"I'm not a child!!!"

"This only leads me to one conclusion..." she stared Trunks squarely in the eye, "You're gay, aren't you?"

Trunks nearly fell backwards, as Goku and Pan doubled over in laughter. The sexy woman couldn't help but snicker herself. The demi-saiyan straightened himself up and his face contorted between anger and annoyance. "I am not gay!!!"

The woman sneered. "Prove it!"

At that, Trunks grabbed the woman, tipped her over, and planted a big kiss on her lips. Goku and Pan stared on, shocked, never seeing their usual uptight and worrisome friend in such a situation like this before.

Finally, Trunks pulled her back up and released his lip lock, panting slightly. The woman was in shock. For a guy with no experience, he certainly acted as though he did have some.

Trunks gave a seductive grin of his own. "Well?"

The chick blinked, astonished, but then smirked. "That all you got?"

Trunks was taken back, but then grinned widely, knowing what she meant. "Goku I gotta go! I'll be right back!" he cried as he grabbed the woman's arm and the two raced away out of the bar room.

Goku blinked. "Now where's he going?"

The barkeeper shrugged. "My guess is they're headin' to the back room."

"What??" Pan stormed to her barstool and slammed her bottom down, knocking away the peg game that Giru was playing with. "That jerk! Whatta pig! Doesn't he have ANY respect for himself, or is he just that desperate??"

"Uh... what's in the back room?"

"Grandpa, really!!" Pan barked, "You're married for pete's sake!! You don't know what means to run off into a room after kissing someone??"

Goku responded with a blank stare.

"It means he's gonna sleep with her!!!"

"Sleep...? He could have done that on the ship."

"Eeeew, Grandpa! For an elder, you're dumb as a rock!" Pan turned away and crossed her arms, fuming angrily. "He's having sex with her..." she gloomed, "Someone he's only known for five minutes..."

Goku blinked some more, then finally came to a realization. "Aww, how cute!" he smiled, "I never knew you had a crush on Trunks."

Pan gritted her teeth. "Shut up!! It's none of your business!!!"

Clothes were strewn everywhere in the backroom, as Trunks and the woman laid out on the couch, relaxing after a long session. The chick pulled herself closer to Trunks' bare body. In all her years and experiences, that was the best sex she had ever had. No man had ever satisfied her in such a way before.

"Well?" Trunks repeated, smirking once more.

"I have to admit," purred the woman, "You're more of a man that I thought."

"You weren't so bad yourself," Trunks smiled.

The woman laid her head on his chest and caressed his body, down his chest, his abs, then to his thighs...

STAB

Trunks suddenly jumped up at the sudden pain in his leg. He looked down in time to see the girl pulling a needle from his thigh. "What are you doing??" he cried, shoving her away, causing her to fall off the couch, and rubbed now aching area where the injection was made.

The woman stood up and brushed off her naked body. "Oh sweetie," she casually explained, "I merely got you to drop your guard so that I could drug you."

"Huh?! Why?" Trunks shouted, "What do you want from me?"

"I'm sure you're aware of the bounty on your head," the woman sneered, "But I'll explain anyway... You're being taken in to Lord Kuriza, charged for the assassination of Freeza and King Kold."

"What??" Trunks jumped up and stood into a fighting stance, despite having no clothes, "I don't know what you're talking about, but... but..." He swaggered, suddenly feeling faint and dizzy, his strength nearly leaving his body. "What's going on...?"

"I drugged you, remember?" the woman snided, "We're well aware of how insanely powerful you are. We have to weaken you if we're going to take you to Kuriza, as well as let him have his revenge on you."

"Y... you... bitch..." Trunks' eyes rolled back as he fell forward, passed out.

The woman ran her fingers through his hair. "Thank you for the wonderful night, sweetie. But you understand, my job must come first."

The air duct nearby suddenly opened up, and two scouts came crawling in. "Is the enemy subdued?"

"He's out like a light," the woman grinned.

"Nice job, Karmilla," the other scout smirked, "Your sexual charm comes through for us once again."

The first guard threw a uniform towards Karmilla. "Here, put some clothes on and let's sneak him out of here."

The second soldier grabbed Trunks' boxers and forced them back on him. "Sheesh, don't wanna look at THAT the whole ride home..."

Karmilla grinned. "What's the matter? Insecure?"

The soldier scoffed. "Shut your mouth, whore..."

The three grabbed Trunks' arms and legs and dragged him over to the air duct, to which they made their escape unnoticed.