Krillin was watching her intently. "What are you looking at?" 18 said rudely.
"I was marveling at your bravery," Krillin said, "the only man good for you is a saiyan huh?"
"Yes, not some short little bald runt," 18 said, "so get off that cloud."
"Heh," Krillin said standing up and getting on top of the bar exposing his fluffy tail.
18's eyes widened and she took a step back in surprise. "What the…you're a saiyan?"
"You should really take it easy on your customers," Krillin said sitting on the bar letting his legs fall over the edge toward her, "they come to a strip club to get something new instead of the same old wife."
"They're strippers not hookers," 18 said fiercely, "I am a strip club owner, not a fucking pimp."
Krillin laughed and said, "I bet you'd be some fierce competition in a fight."
"Against a runt like you, hah piece of cake," 18 said.
Krillin jumped off the bar and walked toward her making her step back away from him. He was a bit shorter than her but still intimidating. He pushed her fiercely making her crash against the wall. "What time do you get off work?" Krillin growled into her ear making her shiver.
"5am," 18 said only being able to muster a whisper out of her lips.
Krillin stepped back and gave her a small smile. 18 looked at him confusedly. It was a smile that was completely out of character, one moment he's fierce and manly, and the next he's sweet and gentle? Or was he both. 18 didn't know or care which was which, but she knew one thing for sure, she was sure as hell gonna find out.
_***_
"LAAAAADIIIIEES AAAND GEEENTLEMEEEEEN! PLEEEEASE PUUUUUT YOUR HAAANDS TOGETHER FOR THE AMAAAAZING, THE STROOONG, THE FAAAAST, THE FEEEARLESS, THE CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORLD, HEEEEERCULE SAAAATAN!" the blonde announcer said through the microphone. The crowd cheered wildly and Hercule emerged from the doors. As always he was wearing his red gi with white pants and his championship belt.
"Heh heh," Hercule said in his deep gruff voice, "I've been the champion of the world for many years and no one has been able to beat me, heh heh. I felt bad for you guys, my faithful fans, so I put together this yearly midnight tournament where I'm the judge and everybody else fights it out for the title of second best, after me of course heh heh." The crowd went wild and Hercule his hands up holding the peace sign in the air. He smiled for the cameras then continued, "The fighters have signed up and the fights start in one hour. In the meantime I'll be signing autographs in the gift shop." The crowd went wild once more and scattered to the gift shop.
"Hmphf," Vegeta said, "what a fake."
"Why didn't Krillin come with us Vegeta?" Kakkarot said scratching his head innocently.
"Because he bonded with that blonde woman and now he wants her," Vegeta said.
"Wants her for what?" Kakkarot said.
"Oh never mind," Vegeta said, "now let's get out of this dump. I hired Dr. Brief's daughter to construct a training room for me and I was supposed to pick it up at ten and that's in ten minutes."
"Vegeta," Kakkarot whined, "you're the prince of all saiyans, she can wait! Come on I wanna watch this tournament."
"You wanna watch humans bashing each other's heads in?" Vegeta asked.
"Um, yeah," Kakkarot said.
Vegeta shrugged and said, "fine let's sit in the front."
_***_
"Psst, Tien!" Chichi whispered looking down the wall at Tien who was standing guard attentively, "is the coast clear."
"Kami Chichi if your father ever found out about this, he would skin me alive," Tien said.
"Tien last time I checked, you were way stronger than my dad."
Tien sighed and shook his head in disapproval, "if you hadn't set me up with Launch…well anyways the coast is clear."
Chichi flashed him a smile and climbed down the vines that were scaling the wall and Tien was ready to catch her just in case. "Thanks Tien," she said hugging her friend tightly, "what would I do without you."
"Die of boredom," Tien said, "good luck out there."
"Thanks," Chichi said running to her car and driving off into the night. The drive was about half an hour but she got there on time to warm herself up and check the opponent list. "Hmm, who am I fighting first?"
"WELCOME BACK TO THE MIDNIGHT BRAWL TOURNAMENT, SPONSERED BY HERCULE SATAN HIMSELF! THE FIRST BATTLE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN, WE HAVE EIGHT CONTESTANTS TONIGHT! FIRST UP WE HAVE 'THE MASKED RANGER,' VS 'PRETTY JOHNNY!'"
The crowd went wild as a tall, bulky muscular masked man walked onto the platform. Then ladies all over the arena started swooning when a Baywatch looking, blonde pretty boy followed. Chichi scoffed as she watched the two men get into the arena and shake hands. "My money's on the masked guy," she said to herself. The two men fought and to Chichi's surprise, the slick Pretty Johnny won the match.
"THIS ROUND IS OVER, IT GOES TO PRETTY JOHNNY!"
"Yeah Johnny! We love you!" a chorus of girls shouted.
"NEXT UP," the announcer continued, "WE HAVE SLEAZY PETE VS. THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!"
"A woman?" Vegeta said.
"Saiyan women fight all the time," Kakkarot said, "so what?"
"Yes but they are saiyans," Vegeta said, "she is a human!"
Chichi walked onto the platform and waited patiently for her foe. This was her first time competing so the crowd was shocked to see her. Not to mention she was the first and only woman who had joined the competition, ever. Sleazy Pete walked onto the platform behind her and the crowd cheered upon seeing as familiar face. Pete was the size of a sumo wrestler but he was dressed like a cowboy. "What are you wearing Petey?" Chichi teased.
"Why are you wearing anything at all warrior princess?" Pete responded in a thick Kentucky accent, "with a body like yours everyone should get to see your ASSets."
Chichi grit her teeth in anger and said, "you're gonna pay for that."
The two fought fiercely, Chichi being much smaller was alot faster than Pete and it didn't take long for the oaf to get too tired to raise his guard. This is when Chichi gave him a flying dragon kick to the face and sent him tumbling backwards off of the platform. The crowd was stunned to silence and even the announcer couldn't bring himself to break the silence.
Then the crowd erupted with cheer, a few women chanting, "girl power, girl power!" The announcer stepped forward now in surprise and said, "LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR THIS ROUND'S WINNER, THE FIRST TIMER, THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!"
Chichi went to her resting room to get ready for her next fight and to watch the other two fights on the T.V screen. The first fight was the Namek Piccolo versus Jumping Jimmy who was rumored to be the highest jumper in the world. Piccolo grabbed his leg during the first jump and flung him off the platform in one swift movement. The next fight was Yajirobe versus Rocky, a bad imitation of him at least. The Rocky imitator didn't even pose a threat to Yajirobe who knocked him out with a punch. Chichi stood up again and walked toward the platform for her next fight.
"WE'RE ON TO ROUND TWO OF OUR MIDNIGHT BRAWL. TO START OFF WE HAVE PRETTY JOHNNY VS THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!" It seemed like the men were cheering for Chichi and the women were cheering for Pretty Johnny. 'Shouldn't it be opposite?' Chichi thought as she entered the arena and shook Pretty Johnny's hand.
"You have really pretty face," Johnny said making Chichi blush, "if you promise not to damage mine, I promise not to damage yours."
"Who said you were gonna damage mine?" Chichi said launching the fight with a swift kick to the groin. Pretty Johnny hurdled over and Chichi connected her hands and landed a hard crack on his back sending him slamming onto the floor. Chichi smirked, getting an idea, she pounced on top of Johnny straddling him, and put her sharp, long nails on his cheek in a threatening manner. Johnny froze in terror. "Do you think petty flattery is gonna get me to go easy on you Johnny?" she said seductively.
"Please, not the face!" Johnny begged.
"If I want a man, I'll get him, and trust me you're to gay looking for me," Chichi said, "so what's your favorite letter so I can carve it on your face."
"NOO!" Johnny screamed, "I SURRENDER! I SURRENDER!"
Chichi released him and stood up in victory and walked away making sure to sway her hips seductively. "IT SEEMS PRETTY JOHNNY HAS FORFEITED THE MATCH," the announcer said making the girls groan but men cheer, "THEREFORE THE WINNER OF THIS ROUND, AND HEADIN ON TO THE FINALS IS THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!"
"Time to scope out the competition," Chichi said watching as Piccolo and Yajirobe got on the platform and shook hands. Yajirobe and Piccolo commenced an intense battle, which mostly consisted of Piccolo beating the crap out of short pudgy Yajirobe who couldn't even get a blow in. Eventually Piccolo landed a kick to Yajirobe's chest and sent him flying off the platform and into the audience who gasped at the strength of the Namek. "Oh...fuck."
"IIIIIT'S TIME FOR THE FIIINAAAL ROOOOUUUND! PICCOLO VS THE WARRIOR PRINCESS! WHO WILL WIN THIS EPIC BATTLE FOR THE TITLE OF SECOND BEST WORLD CHAMPION AFTER HERCULE SATAN!" The crowd started betting amongst themselves than cheers started erupting as Piccolo and Chichi met in the middle to shake hands.
"The warrior princess huh?" Piccolo said, "well that's very original Princess Chichi."
"Wha...How did you..."
"Namekian ears are very precise, I heard you on the phone with your friend Tien," Piccolo said.
"Please don't say anything," Chichi said.
"I won't," Piccolo said, "I'm only doing this because some saiyans took my house and I need the prize money to get a new place, maybe one underground where the saiyans can't reach me."
"In other words, you're gonna have to kick my ass," Chichi said.
"Unless you can offer me more," Piccolo said.
"Are you asking me to bribe you?" Chichi said.
"Well if you want the stupid title," Piccolo said, "we both know Satan is a phony and we can both kick his ass."
"Yeah, but his wife forbade him to fight cause she wants to have a baby and she's scared they'll kick him in the balls and he can't reproduce," Chichi said.
"How do you know that?" Piccolo said.
"He invests money in my dad's Oxdom or whatever he calls it," Chichi said.
"So what do you say Princess Chichi, are you willing to pay me double so you can win?" Piccolo said.
Chichi pondered over that for a minute. The only reason she was there was to prove to everybody that a woman could fight as well as a man and becoming the champion of this competition would sure emphasize her point. Realistically she knew she could never beat Piccolo. "Come to the palace tomorrow afternoon, and I'll pay you then," Chichi said.
Piccolo nodded and took a fighting stance. The crowd that was getting restless now perked to life. Chichi took a fighting stance then launched an attack. They were launching series of punch blocks and kick blocks combinatio that Piccolo was transmitting to her telepathically. "Now jump," Piccolo's mind said. Chichi jumped as Piccolo dived in for the attack and missed. The crowd was screaming wildly as the best fight of the night intensified. "Flying dragon kick to my head," Piccolo said. Chichi jumped into the air and kicked Piccolo's head swiftly and sending him flying off the ring. The crowd was going wild and people were on the feet jumping and chanting her fake name.
"UNBELIEVABLE!" the announcer said, "IT'S THE FIRST TIME WE GET A FEMALE FIGHTER AND SHE WINS THE COMPETITION! THE WINNER OF THE MIDNIGHT BRAWL IS THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!"
"This just doesn't seem possible to me," Vegeta said, "how did that puny woman beat the Namek, he must have let her win. It's the only way!"
"It doesn't matter how she won, she's amazing," Kakkarot said in a ditsy manner.
"Kakkarot what the hell is wrong with you!" Vegeta said referring to Kakkrot's drooling over the girl. He got his response when a low purring sound started to emanate from Kakkarot's chest. "No fucking way."
Kakkarot jumped out of the audience and onto the platform next to Chichi. Normally any person who did that would be kicked out, but no one ever dared to kick out a saiyan and most people started clearing out once they saw him. "Hello, my name is Kakkarot...