With seeing what Chi-Chi could do, Junior was really starting to…feel something even more strangely than annoyance mixed with arousal. It was more like arousal mixed with pride, a pride that he was building for his ridiculously fantastic woman. He was learning that technically her fights weren't always just her instigating, but protecting people. More than one drunk girl at a club had come up to her and called Chi-Chi her "fabulous punching angel". He was at the same time starting to get why no one wanted to work for her. Generally, a bodyguard was supposed to stop their charge from doing the things that she liked to do so much.

Like sitting on the back of a man that had to be twice her size strangling him with his own necklace. He hadn't actually caught what the man had done, but he supposed that didn't really matter. She would explain it later, she always did, but he was getting the feeling it had to do with the light blue skinned woman who Bulma was comforting.

"Are you actually going to kill him?" He asked, watching as the victim's face began to turn the same shade of blue as the girl's.

She shrugged but released the necklace, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter, "I thought that maybe he would like it if I did to him what he was doing to our new friend over there. Did you see him? He was strangling her"

Junior turned to Bulma and the girl, who only nodded at him, "Fine but don't you think we should call the police or something? I thought that humans could do that kind of thing"

Chi-Chi shoved her hands against the man's back, jumping to her feet. She looked at the down body for a moment like she wanted to do something, but resisted the urge, "I can call the police all I want, but do you think they'll do anything for her?" she pointed to the girl again, "She's an alien and an escort. That's the double whammy of 'why the fuck should we help you'. And I think we both know that"

"I didn't think rich human girls cared", Junior watched her, her arms crossed as she glared at the floor.

"I have a soul", was all that she said to him. Her attention was focused on the girl now, "Are you alright? Ah, I didn't catch your name"

The girl brushed her hand across her four eyes, blinking for a moment, "Falya, thank…you Miss. You didn't have to do that for me. He wouldn't have killed me"

Chi-Chi sighed, putting a hand on her hip but she didn't say anything. She had heard the spiel before, "he wasn't going to kill me, he just gets angry sometimes"

"Here", a bundle of cash came out of her jacket, and was shoved straight into the Falya's hand, "I don't care if you have to keep doing your job, I just want you to get safe for a little while all right?"

Falya's mouth opened as she began to protest, but Chi-Chi clamped her hand down across the bundle of cash, "Please"

Falya nodded, shoving the money into her purse. Before she left she wrapped her arms around Chi-Chi, pressing a kiss against her cheek, "…Thank you. I didn't believe that there was anyone looking after us. Earth…it's harder than they told us. Thank you so much Miss" and with that, she was gone, sprinting like she was afraid that her good fortune would suddenly disappear.

"…I think I want to go somewhere less shitty. Any suggestions Bulma?"

Bulma smirked, pulling her phone out and began to read a list of clubs off of her phone until Chi-Chi agreed on one. He was amazed that she could go from choking a man out, to giving a poor alien girl money. To wanting to keep clubbing. Whatever was going on inside the mind of Chi-Chi he couldn't even begin to imagine it. It wasn't that she was really any nicer, she was still beyond prickly to him even after a week of hanging around. Maybe the month would give him in the Intel he needed to even start beginning to understand her.

Vegetal would never admit that he waited at the same club for the trio to come back, with the cleaned, pressed handkerchief in his pocket. It wasn't like he honestly had anything else to do or anywhere else that he could find them. So he waited, to the point where he was starting to think that maybe smashing his head into the table was a better way to go about it than just sitting here. He couldn't even really explain why he wanted to see them so badly. It was something…not just because Chi-Chi had punched him, or because Bulma was gorgeous (not that he had noticed), but the fact she had a Namekian around and there hadn't been a single racist comment out of her mouth…

He liked that. He liked the very idea that there was a human or two that exist who weren't racist pieces of shit because it was starting to feel like the whole world hated him. It was a different feeling than from when he was a child and Earth was the Promised Land. Planet Vegeta had been destroyed, so the very idea that someone might want to take them, even if there was only a few hundred of them left, was one that seemed like a dream.

But of course that dream had all gone to shit. His father had tried to protect him from the bullshit of the world until he had died at least. Siix-year-old Vegeta had learned maybe a little bit too fast that everything was always going to be terrible. Humans didn't care about him. His people were nearly gone and he was alone. Maybe that was why he was so okay with being adopted by the Colds; it meant a new family even if they weren't Saiyans. He accepted all of it; the violence, the torment because he thought that meant he would be accepted and that he would mean something to the Colds.

Not that he did, the moment he lost to some half-baked Saiyan who barely knew what he was he was dumped. He had been Freeza's whipping boy for years and all he got in return was a slap across the face and plenty of words about how worthless he was. So he left. Why should he put up with that any longer? What was he getting out of it? Pain? Glory? He could get his own glory and there was no reason to put himself through that much more pain for nothing.

That had been the original reason that he had come to meet Chi-Chi. He figured that through Goku's girlfriend maybe he could find and beat the shit out of Goku. It hadn't worked out that way, of course, he had ended up with a broken nose. And then very confused when she had decided to help him. It wasn't like she was particularly comforting, she was still abrasive and rough, but… she could have made a good Sayian.

He had started to think that she was never coming back to this club because she had gotten into a fight, so he was very surprised when the blue haired one dropped into the chair next to him, "Vegeta!"

Vegeta nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his name, it was never good when someone yelled his name. When he noticed who it was, he calmed down only slightly. She was better than Freeza or any of his men- at least she wouldn't punch him. But she might drive him crazy.

"Where's your violent friend?" he stirred his drink, some terrible mix of sugar and alcohol that wouldn't even get him drunk, "Is she waiting around the corner to hit me with a bottle or something?"

Bulma snorted, leaning back in her chair just enough that the chair was on two legs, "She's getting a drink. I think. I dunno, I just thought that I should come say Hi. I mean we left on such bad terms last time. Why, I am not allowed to talk to you? We're not the mob or anything"

"I would hope not, you three are much too flamboyant to be criminals. Or at least anything more than terrible petty criminals. What do you do? Steal people's credit card information?"

Bulma pulled his drink from his hand, taking a sip of it, "I don't do anything. I just like Chi-Chi. Plus I have enough money that if I did steal credit cards it would be fucking stupid. I mean I can do so many other things…so many more interesting things"

Before he could reply, Chi-Chi dropped into the chair next to Vegeta and Junior settled on the other side of the table. Was this going to be how he died? Surrounded by a bunch of assholes who were too damn weird for their own good.

Instead of worrying about that he pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket, holding it out for Chi-Chi to take, "I got it cleaned. I don't like to have things hanging over my head"

Chi-Chi grabbed it with a smirk, tucking in a way into her pocket, "Thank you. Your nose looks better, did you take my advice?" She shrugged her jacket off, tossing it over the back of the chair.

He touched his nose with a few fingers, feeling the swelling around the bridge. It was still a shade of purple, and almost twice the size that it should have been, but she was right it looked much better than what he had the night she had punched him, "It would look better if someone's fist hadn't made contact with my nose"

She took a swig of her drink, "If you hadn't grabbed Bulma then I wouldn't have had to hurt you. It's really that simple. I mean you don't go just grabbing at every woman that you see right? Unless you do and then I might have to punch you again because that's seriously fucked up"

Bulma was playing with her phone, barely paying attention to what the others were doing. Junior was watching the pair across from him, curious about what the hell Chi-Chi's plan here was. Or if she had a plan at all. He was pretty sure that she did but she was also Chi-Chi and fifty percent of what she did seemed to be just to fuck with him. Him and everyone else in the world that wasn't her and Bulma.

Vegeta glared at her, "That wouldn't be behavior befitting of a prince, even one without a kingdom. Saiyans aren't animals, we have morals and self-control"

"I know that. I apologize if I suggested anything like that", she leaned forward against the table. "I like Sayians. You're good people, at least the few that I've met. And yes I am including you in that. I like you Vegeta you tried to beat me up,despite knowing who I am. That takes balls"

Junior snorted at that comment, he hadn't really been expecting that. It was lucky that he wasn't drinking anything or it might have come out of his nose, "I find it weird that you think someone wanting to beat you up is a sign of a good friend"

Chi-Chi waved her hand at him, "Shush, you aren't involved in this are you? If he wants to kill me then you can get involved. For the moment we're being perfectly pleasant, don't you think?"

Junior rolled his eyes. The idea of perfectly pleasant and Chi-Chi combined was one that sounded more like bullshit than anything else. But she was being fairly nice for her, he just wasn't sure how long that she could keep it up for.

"…I'm not your friend, woman", Vegeta scowled, wishing that he had managed to get his drink back from Bulma. Even if the alcohol didn't work for him it was still something to do, "I'm not any of your friends"

Chi-Chi downed the rest of her drink, patting Vegeta on the shoulder,

"You keep thinking that. Junior!"

He probably should learn what just was in those drinks she liked so much because she had apparently gone from not drunk too at least a little bit tipsy, "Yes, Chi-Chi?"

"We're going to dance while Bulma convinces Vegeta of the merits of my friendship!" She sprang to her feet, grabbing Junior by the shoulder. She nearly pulled him out of the chair before he managed to get to his feet.

"Why!" just when he was starting to maybe think that he was getting what went on with Chi-Chi she would spring something weird like this on him.

"Cause"

Bulma smiled as she watched them go, she was sure that in the morning when Chi-Chi was sober that Chi-Chi was going to be a lot more upset with what she had done. But for the moment, they were going to have fun, even if it was a little bit of an issue that Chi-Chi couldn't seem to have fun without a drink in her.

"So... you cleaned it for her?" Bulma arched her eyebrow, sliding her phone away as she did, "That's adorable. It's like you have a crush on her!"

Vegeta flushed, crossing his arms over his chest, "I have no such thing. I do not…find your human friend attractive", he wouldn't say that the one he found attractive was Bulma. Even if she terrified him with her low cut shirt and bare skin. Especially when he could see metal glittering form her stomach. It wasn't unusual for Saiyans to pierce or wear jewelry, but that was a ritual sort of idea. Humans did it for the look of it, inflicting pain on themselves for the sake of attractiveness.

"Good. Because I have my own plans for Chi-Chi that don't involve you", she pointed at him with one bright red nail, coming a little too close for Vegeta's comfort. He scooted back a little bit, trying to get away her, "Not that you aren't cute"

"…you are a strange and confusing woman and I would like it if you would cease harassing me", he continued to scoot away from Bulma until he was almost all the way around to the other side of the table, "I thought that you were supposed to be convincing me that I was supposed to join your strange little band?"

"I'm working on it. The last time I made a friend was when I met Chi-Chi. She threw a guy through a plate glass window for me and then we got drunk and had sex. I don't think that's going to work for us…unless you want it to?" she raised her eyebrows and wiggled them at Vegeta.

He made a noise of confusion and jerked back, almost falling out of his chair as he did so. He would have preferred to get punched in the nose again then deal with this. Vegeta wasn't a man that was used to being flirted with so overtly, romance wasn't exactly on his list of things to do.

"…do you know why your creepy ass boss is so interested in Chi-Chi?" She had noticed his discomfort and decided to let up a little bit, "Because I want to punch him in the face but I need reasons to do it. I guess"

Vegeta wiggled his nose, "I wouldn't want to think about it. I prefer not to think too much about what he wants with any human women. He's…" he grunted gently.

"Gross?" Bulma filled in, downing the rest of the drink she had stolen, "You have terrible taste in drinks. Why do you say, human women? Is…it just a…"

"Fetish. It's a fetish"

Bulma looked a little like she wanted to vomit and run to find Chi-Chi at the same time. She was starting to wish that she hadn't asked.

Junior was really not sure how to dance. Not that he was about to admit that Chi-Chi, especially not when she had such a strong grip on his hand. He knew that she was able to snap his wrist, but she was hanging just strong enough that he couldn't get out without hurting her. For the moment at least.

He could swear that the music was thumping even harder now on the dance floor, like the speakers were right underneath them. There was a crush of people all around them and Chi-Chi seemed to insist on pulling them right into the middle of it all. It was almost as if she was trying to make the pair of them disappear into all of the people, become anonymous in the crowd.

She stopped, suddenly enough that he almost ran straight into her. It seemed like she was in a trance before she started to move. Chi-Chi's hips twisted her hair flying over her shoulder as she spun to face him. He stared, as she raised an eyebrow at his frozen state clearly waiting for him to do something.

"Come on, don't you dance?" she had to yell over all of the people and the music, "Just move, you loser", she put her hands on his chest, pushing at him. He wasn't sure if that was a dance move or her just trying to spur him on.

Seeing that it wasn't going to be that easy, her hips began to move, her hands still on his chest. One of them slid up to his shoulder as she pressed herself closer against him. There was more than a little bit of a smirk on her face and he could smell whatever it was that she had been drinking. There had been more than a little alcohol in the drink she had, enough to get her tipsy and in a good mood. He moved his feet a little bit, still not really sure what the hell he was doing. But it seemed to be enough considering the crush of people was shoving him around like driftwood on the rough sea.

Her hands moved to his hips, hooking her fingers into his belt loops as she pressed him right against her. Chi-Chi twisted again releasing one of his belt loops. Her ass was now pressed against his legs and he was even more confused. Junior couldn't figure out what to do with his hands, just holding them against his legs with more awkwardness than he had felt as a kid in human school.

She was ninety percent sure that Junior had no idea how to dance but that didn't deter her at all from pulling him onto the dance floor. She had her reasons, and one of those was she wanted to have some fun for once in her life. Not a violent sort of fun, just normal club fun, dancing with a cute guy. Even if that guy was a Namekian who worked for her father and looked confused at the suggestion that he dance. But there was only so much that she could do with what she had. So she made it work, and she knew that she could make it work.

Chi-Chi let her hands grab Junior's, putting them on her hips. He hesitated for a moment but she held his hands there. If he couldn't dance then he was going to get a firsthand lesson. Dancing with Junior was different than dancing with Bulma, not just in that Bulma could actually dance but in that Junior was so much bigger than Bulma. She could feel the weight of him at her back, a heavy and warm presence that was like nothing else in the world. Even if hands were almost heavy, the size of them enough to cover her hips completely. He was more like a wall then a dance partner, not that she complained. It was…nice, she liked having him this close. Even if the rational part of her was screaming that this was stupid, the drunk part of her didn't care.

Chi-Chi let her hips sway, making Junior's hands move with her. She wasn't really focusing on being good right now, no one could see her in the dark and all of the people, just moving with the music. Between the music, and the alcohol she was starting to feel warm and good, not really thinking about anything else. She grasped Junior's hands in hers again moving them up her body until they were on her ribs. She put her hands on his hips, wiggling down to the floor before turning around and coming back up. It never occurred to her what that must look like to him, how bad of a position it was.

Junior grabbed her arm, pulling her against him. At first, she thought he was finally getting into it until he was speaking in her ear.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to seduce me?" His breath was hot on her ear and for a split second she considered saying that yes. She was. She wanted him right there to kiss her and…

Until Sober Chi-Chi kicked drunk Chi-Chi's ass hard enough that it almost hurt, "I'm just trying to have fun", she hissed, pulling away from him, "Do you think I'm some kind of fucking loser who has to sleep with people who work for my father? That I have to pay to get laid!"

She didn't see the shock on his face at her outburst as she shoved her way through the crowd of people. She was hot and angry now, the music giving her a headache instead of making her happy and free. The last place she wanted was to be in this disgusting club, full of people who smelled like nothing more than sweat and stale beer.

Junior followed her, having an easier time getting through the crowd but a harder time following her. Small black haired women weren't uncommon and every few seconds it seemed like someone was trying to grab and grind on him for a dance. With that distraction, he lost her. When he was off of the dance floor she had completely disappeared.

Chi-Chi stomped her way outside, wishing that she hadn't left her jacket at the table with Bulma. It was colder than she had thought.. Even most of the anger that she had been feeling drained away leaving only clarity. She had been a fucking idiot. Junior had no idea why she wanted to dance with him and in her stupidity she had been grinding on him like they were dating or he was just some guy she wanted to fuck. He didn't know her rules, and she had blown up at him for nothing.

She was really good at that. Blowing up at people for nothing, there was a reason that she only really had two friends, one of which would deal with anyone he was so damn happy go lucky. Goku would befriend a murderer if he thought the guy was reformed. Not that she didn't love Goku, everyone loved Goku. It was just that she couldn't believe how nice he was to everyone sometimes, even when she couldn't control her temper.

It was times like this she wished she smoked or something so at least she had an excuse to hide outside for a few more minutes. She was sure that Junior was concerned, he was supposed to be protecting her. But hopefully Bulma would tell him that was just what she did. Ran off when things got a little too heated.

"Fuck", she whispered to herself, smacking her head back against the brick wall, just enough to give a little bit of pain. Punishment for being such a fucking idiot, it was easier than going back inside to apologize for what she had done. She wasn't good at saying sorry, even when she had been wrong. And at least she knew that she had been wrong this time. Sometimes it was harder to realize that she was being stupid.

"Hello there", the voice was almost slimy, the sound of it crawling over her skin. In an instance she knew who it belonged to, someone that she really fucking didn't want to deal with right now, "I heard you had a little bit of trouble earlier"

She shrugged, staring straight ahead as she tried not to turn to the source of the voice, "Depends on what you mean. If you're looking for Vegeta he's inside. I want nothing to do with you"

"You can be so cruel, maybe we can help each other out Miss Chi-Chi, and I mean we're in the same business after all"

"I thought I told you that I want nothing to do with you", she turned to him, seeing that terrible purple grin turned at her, "Freeza"