Exactly 99 years after Vegeta's encounter with the Moon Kai Shenza
Shenza would like to thank the following people; Anodien for always reviewing Romance in the Lab, every single reviewer I've ever had, my mom for given me cable Internet, and Akira Toriyama for making Dragonball Z possible.
"Oh fuck," 18 said trying to wipe the blood off her arm.
"Oh Mario you faggot," she said cursing.
It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened. Mario ditching her in the streets that is. He did that every single day. But for Kami's sake screeching to a halt and then chucking her out of the car now that was no way to treat a lady.
"Shit this hurts," she said taking off her white jacket and pressing it against her arm to try and make the bleeding stop. Since all she was wearing underneath her heavy white winter coat was a red tank top and cut off jean shorts a few pedestrians whistled and she flicked them off. When Mario had thrown her out her arm had been thrust strait onto the curve. Not that she couldn't take the pain but man had she gotten weak in the past years. She used to be the Earth's greatest fear now look at her. She was a helpless whore nothing but a mangy prostitute.
Cursing she said, "I shouldn't have given up fighting after Krillian died or else I might have been able to take all this pain."
She didn't just mean the physical pain either. After Krillian had died 18 had given up all hope. Nothing in life mattered to her. Then she met Mario about ten years ago. He had been amazed when she said she was only 19 and yet was so mature and sexy. Also she'd been making him good money for her and was able to keep a nice figure and didn't get drugged out or get killed by rapists like so many other of the girls who worked for him. 18 was strong, cool, and smart. Everything a prostitute needed to survive the cold hard, mean streets.
Now here she was at the curve her arm bleeding like a bitch and what did she have to show for it? Mario had ditched her like he always had when she had pissed him off saying she wouldn't give him pleasure but this time it was different. Mario had actually thrown her out with force. Normally it was just stopping and saying, "Get out." Even then though all she had to do was wait until he got it in his head she was the girl that made him the most money.
Getting up 18 said to herself, "I better blow this joint. Who knows what's going to happen to me here."
18 started to walk through the cold night streets trying to ignore the disapproving stares of old ladies, mothers, and anyone else who wasn't a horny teenager that just looked at her as a slut.
Walking into a nearby bar 18 tried to look for some friends she had made over the years. Mostly friends she had made on the corner but still...
Sitting at the counter she looked around. The elderly bartender an elderly man by the name of Kyle looked at 18 and said, "Hey 18 you got quite a scratch there. Mario's work I'm guessing?"
"Bingo," she said and Kyle handed her a beer.
"You should quit that job," he said patting her shoulder.
"It's all I got I can't," she said. "I make the most money and I've got nowhere else to go because well you know."
Kyle grinned at her. "Yes I do know." Kyle was the only person she could trust with her secret. The secret about who she really was. His grandfather used to tell him stories about how she had traumatized the highway once killing his best friend (A/N remember the fight Vegeta and 18 had on the highway?) so he remembered her as clear as daylight. The sweet thing about Kyle though was he didn't hold it against her. Absorbing the information in that she was kind had caused him to take a liking to her. As if she was the daughter he never had.
"I don't want you to get hurt," he said patting her hair.
Taking a long gulp of beer she said, "I've survived about 80 years without Krillian I think I'm going to be ok."
Kyle sighed. He more than anybody wanted to get her out of that horrible job but there was no pursuing her. "Oh by the way someone came in here looking for you."
"Who?"
"Well he was bragging about the sweet ass he got from you so I knew it wasn't one of your 'customers' but he was very interesting looking. Short spiky black hair and the most piercing charcoal eyes I've ever seen. Big bulgy muscles and the ladies seemed quite taken to him."
"I see doesn't ring a bell," 18 said taking another long gulp and then crushing the can. "How does he know me then?"
"Well," Kyle said frowning. "Two young gentlemen came in talking about you I guess they were some of your customers. They used your name and he had been in the corner the whole time drinking a vodka. He heard them say '18' and raced up to them and pulled them up by their collars. Demanded to know how they knew you and where you were. Willingly they told you how they knew you and said you were probably around Mario's joint."
"Thanks Kyle well I better get going," 18 said rolling her jacket in a ball and throwing it into one of Kyle's huge garbage bins.
"Don't go back to Mario's. I got a guest room you can stay at my place."
"Sorry but I thank you're a little old for me," 18 said teasingly.
Grumbling Kyle said, "That job of yours has made everything I say sound sexual or offensive."
"Chill out old man I was just kidding. I'll be all right trust me. No pathetic Earthling could hurt me."
"You'll regret saying that when you do get hurt," Kyle said handing someone a Bloody Mary.
"Whatever old man. I'm using the bathroom and I got to go. I'll see you some other time."
Waving good-bye Kyle then turned to his other customers.
18 went in the bathroom and quickly washed her arm off. God that was one hell of a scrape.
18 then watered down her hair a bit, took out a comb from her back pocket and started to comb her h air. Flipping her hair down over her eyes she combed it as hard as she could getting all the tangles out and when she flipped her hair up and looked in the mirror she screamed.
Turning around she saw the man Kyle had described. "So decided on becoming a little whore now did we?" Vegeta asked pinning her up against the wall.
"Vegeta..you..your.....supposed to be....dead," she stammered shaking like a leaf.
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "Me dead? Why should I be?"
"Everyone else did," 18 said and she did have a point. Every single Z fighter had died. Only two remained and they were Goku Jr. and Vegeta Jr. but they were in a resting home somewhere.
"Trust me I'm alive," Vegeta said. "Just about as alive as you."
Putting one finger on her cheek he looked at her face. "You haven't changed at all. I wonder what the little bowling ball head would say now when he saw what his wonderful scrap metal wife has become?"
Vegeta's other hand was clutching her arm and his tail was being used to keep her legs up against the wall.
"Let me go you bastard. I don't care if you're a million times more powerful than me which you probably are but.but.just let me go."
"Ever since Bulma died I haven't had any pleasure. Now would be a good time," he said licking his lips.
Using her hand that was free 18 smacked him. "Asshole how dare you talk that way."
"Why you had no problem giving pleasure to street goers why not me?"
"Got any cash?" 18 snapped spraying Vegeta's face with spit.
That made Vegeta laugh. "Whatever. Like a slut like you would get anything from a sexy beast like me."
Releasing her Vegeta held his stomach and continued his laughing. Rolling her eyes 18 said, "Whatever so what did you need to find me for?"
Getting over himself Vegeta said, "Oh don't worry you'll find out."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what's going to happen? Ha ha ha I'll never tell!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok in the next chapter I will but for now you are all going to suffer.
Warning: Lots more lemon and profanity in continuing chapters. Got a problem with that then get outta here.
Shenza would like to thank the following people; Anodien for always reviewing Romance in the Lab, every single reviewer I've ever had, my mom for given me cable Internet, and Akira Toriyama for making Dragonball Z possible.
"Oh fuck," 18 said trying to wipe the blood off her arm.
"Oh Mario you faggot," she said cursing.
It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened. Mario ditching her in the streets that is. He did that every single day. But for Kami's sake screeching to a halt and then chucking her out of the car now that was no way to treat a lady.
"Shit this hurts," she said taking off her white jacket and pressing it against her arm to try and make the bleeding stop. Since all she was wearing underneath her heavy white winter coat was a red tank top and cut off jean shorts a few pedestrians whistled and she flicked them off. When Mario had thrown her out her arm had been thrust strait onto the curve. Not that she couldn't take the pain but man had she gotten weak in the past years. She used to be the Earth's greatest fear now look at her. She was a helpless whore nothing but a mangy prostitute.
Cursing she said, "I shouldn't have given up fighting after Krillian died or else I might have been able to take all this pain."
She didn't just mean the physical pain either. After Krillian had died 18 had given up all hope. Nothing in life mattered to her. Then she met Mario about ten years ago. He had been amazed when she said she was only 19 and yet was so mature and sexy. Also she'd been making him good money for her and was able to keep a nice figure and didn't get drugged out or get killed by rapists like so many other of the girls who worked for him. 18 was strong, cool, and smart. Everything a prostitute needed to survive the cold hard, mean streets.
Now here she was at the curve her arm bleeding like a bitch and what did she have to show for it? Mario had ditched her like he always had when she had pissed him off saying she wouldn't give him pleasure but this time it was different. Mario had actually thrown her out with force. Normally it was just stopping and saying, "Get out." Even then though all she had to do was wait until he got it in his head she was the girl that made him the most money.
Getting up 18 said to herself, "I better blow this joint. Who knows what's going to happen to me here."
18 started to walk through the cold night streets trying to ignore the disapproving stares of old ladies, mothers, and anyone else who wasn't a horny teenager that just looked at her as a slut.
Walking into a nearby bar 18 tried to look for some friends she had made over the years. Mostly friends she had made on the corner but still...
Sitting at the counter she looked around. The elderly bartender an elderly man by the name of Kyle looked at 18 and said, "Hey 18 you got quite a scratch there. Mario's work I'm guessing?"
"Bingo," she said and Kyle handed her a beer.
"You should quit that job," he said patting her shoulder.
"It's all I got I can't," she said. "I make the most money and I've got nowhere else to go because well you know."
Kyle grinned at her. "Yes I do know." Kyle was the only person she could trust with her secret. The secret about who she really was. His grandfather used to tell him stories about how she had traumatized the highway once killing his best friend (A/N remember the fight Vegeta and 18 had on the highway?) so he remembered her as clear as daylight. The sweet thing about Kyle though was he didn't hold it against her. Absorbing the information in that she was kind had caused him to take a liking to her. As if she was the daughter he never had.
"I don't want you to get hurt," he said patting her hair.
Taking a long gulp of beer she said, "I've survived about 80 years without Krillian I think I'm going to be ok."
Kyle sighed. He more than anybody wanted to get her out of that horrible job but there was no pursuing her. "Oh by the way someone came in here looking for you."
"Who?"
"Well he was bragging about the sweet ass he got from you so I knew it wasn't one of your 'customers' but he was very interesting looking. Short spiky black hair and the most piercing charcoal eyes I've ever seen. Big bulgy muscles and the ladies seemed quite taken to him."
"I see doesn't ring a bell," 18 said taking another long gulp and then crushing the can. "How does he know me then?"
"Well," Kyle said frowning. "Two young gentlemen came in talking about you I guess they were some of your customers. They used your name and he had been in the corner the whole time drinking a vodka. He heard them say '18' and raced up to them and pulled them up by their collars. Demanded to know how they knew you and where you were. Willingly they told you how they knew you and said you were probably around Mario's joint."
"Thanks Kyle well I better get going," 18 said rolling her jacket in a ball and throwing it into one of Kyle's huge garbage bins.
"Don't go back to Mario's. I got a guest room you can stay at my place."
"Sorry but I thank you're a little old for me," 18 said teasingly.
Grumbling Kyle said, "That job of yours has made everything I say sound sexual or offensive."
"Chill out old man I was just kidding. I'll be all right trust me. No pathetic Earthling could hurt me."
"You'll regret saying that when you do get hurt," Kyle said handing someone a Bloody Mary.
"Whatever old man. I'm using the bathroom and I got to go. I'll see you some other time."
Waving good-bye Kyle then turned to his other customers.
18 went in the bathroom and quickly washed her arm off. God that was one hell of a scrape.
18 then watered down her hair a bit, took out a comb from her back pocket and started to comb her h air. Flipping her hair down over her eyes she combed it as hard as she could getting all the tangles out and when she flipped her hair up and looked in the mirror she screamed.
Turning around she saw the man Kyle had described. "So decided on becoming a little whore now did we?" Vegeta asked pinning her up against the wall.
"Vegeta..you..your.....supposed to be....dead," she stammered shaking like a leaf.
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "Me dead? Why should I be?"
"Everyone else did," 18 said and she did have a point. Every single Z fighter had died. Only two remained and they were Goku Jr. and Vegeta Jr. but they were in a resting home somewhere.
"Trust me I'm alive," Vegeta said. "Just about as alive as you."
Putting one finger on her cheek he looked at her face. "You haven't changed at all. I wonder what the little bowling ball head would say now when he saw what his wonderful scrap metal wife has become?"
Vegeta's other hand was clutching her arm and his tail was being used to keep her legs up against the wall.
"Let me go you bastard. I don't care if you're a million times more powerful than me which you probably are but.but.just let me go."
"Ever since Bulma died I haven't had any pleasure. Now would be a good time," he said licking his lips.
Using her hand that was free 18 smacked him. "Asshole how dare you talk that way."
"Why you had no problem giving pleasure to street goers why not me?"
"Got any cash?" 18 snapped spraying Vegeta's face with spit.
That made Vegeta laugh. "Whatever. Like a slut like you would get anything from a sexy beast like me."
Releasing her Vegeta held his stomach and continued his laughing. Rolling her eyes 18 said, "Whatever so what did you need to find me for?"
Getting over himself Vegeta said, "Oh don't worry you'll find out."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what's going to happen? Ha ha ha I'll never tell!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok in the next chapter I will but for now you are all going to suffer.
Warning: Lots more lemon and profanity in continuing chapters. Got a problem with that then get outta here.
