DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Dragon Ball series nor it's containing characters. The plot is mine and any other characters you do not recognize. I also do not own any of the Music/Lyrics that are mentioned in this story.
Title: You Rock My World
Author: Aoi Megami
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Getting Ready for the Concert
The only light that is open in the Capsule Corp is the heiress to the Capsule Corp.'s room, laughter came from that room until 12 in the morning.
"What about this one?" Chichi asked as she modeled the bell bottom, waist line jeans.
"Pretty hot!" 18 exclaimed.
"Good." Bulma sighed.
"Look, B." Chichi said as she put the jeans down. "You don't have to go, if you don't want to."
"So you're saying that I shouldn't go?" Bulma asked almost happily.
"No." Chichi exclaimed. Bulma sighed.
"Besides B, it's not like he'll remember you, or anything that happened a long time ago." 18 said as she rummaged through her bag for clothes. The girls had decided a sleep over at Bulma's house so they can get ready for the big concert tomorrow night.
"Yeah! I guess your right." Bulma sighed.
"I know!" 18 said as she pulled out a knee high mini skirt. "I'm always right." she said as she modeled the skirt in front of the mirror. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Hey Vegeta!" a blonde haired ditz said flirtatiously. Vegeta watched his background dancer flirt with him. This is another one of those girls who only likes him, because of his status and his money. He shrugged her off and left the building.
Vegeta walked down the dark streets wearing his black shades, a baseball cap that he's wearing the other way around. He wore a leather jacket over his plain white wife beater and baggy pants. He sighed. He will never find somebody who would like him, for just being him, without the money, or the fame. He sighed again. He sometimes thought about quitting the whole fame and fortune and just become a normal guy. But his passion for playing his guitar and singing always stopped him from doing so.
As he walked down the half empty streets with his disguise, he watched as couples walked pass by him. They were holding hands, hugging, and being sweet at each other. He sighed once more. How he wished he could have a normal life, how he wished he didn't sign the freaking contract. He sniffed and continued walking down the half dimmed streets.
"Auuuuugggggghhhhhh!" 18 screamed as she bolted up from her slumber.
"Auuuuugggggghhhhhh!" Chichi screamed as she too bolted up from her deep slumber as she heard 18 screamed. Bulma quickly sat up from her bed as shocked as seh watch 18 stare at the clock.
"What?" Bulma said worriedly. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's 1 in the afternoon." 18 stated. Bulma raised a brow.
"So what?" Bulma asked without caring in her tone.
"What do ya mean so what?" Chichi asked angrily.
"Yeah B! There's like, 6 more hours till the concert starts. AND YOU STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'LL WEAR!" she screamed.
"COME ON!" Bulma said. "It's not like this is the first concert we've been to!" she said. "We've been to a lot of concerts. What is so different about this one?" she argued.
"Let me remind you that Vegeta is THE HOTTEST. THE BEST! THE GREATEST! SINGER EVER!" Chichi said.
"So what? He's just another person like us." Bulma mumbled.
"You forgot that he's the special person!" Chichi stated.
"What is so special about him?" Bulma asked still not getting it.
"He sings!" 18 said.
"So? A lot of people knows how to sing and they're even better than the famous ones, and they're not famous." Bulma stated back.
"He dances." Chichi added,
"Still doesn't make any sense." Bulma singed song.
"He's handsome, a millionaire, famous, and has a really big mansion near the beach with a great view of the beach here in L.A." 18 said as she smirked.
"Ooh! Good Point." Bulma said. She sighed and got up from her bed and went to grab some of her house clothes which are; shorts, and a pink tube top. She grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom.
