A/N: Hi again! And wow… We're almost halfway done with the fic! Lol. About time, ne? I'm actually trying to see if I can perhaps finish this fic by the end of the year. So, keep your fingers crossed for me with that! -grin- Anyways, yes, here is another fic. Now, this chappie does play homage for a funny yaoi manga series called Fake. Now, normally, I don't like yaoi, but my best friend Steph made me sit down and read it, and I just found it hilarious. Don't worry—there isn't any yaoi in here, just…well, I'll let you read and see, lol. Enjoy! Send me some love people!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, the Final Fight video game series, or Fake.

One Shot Too Many

It had been two weeks since Goku's first night, and now, it was time for Goku to head off for work again. He kept on the same karate gi, but he made sure he was full, hugged and kissed his wife and Goten (since Gohan was out on another date with Videl) goodbye, and began flying off to the bar.

When Goku got there, it seemed pretty quiet. This made him happy. Quiet nights meant no bar brawls to break up and less chance for errors when making the drinks, and plus, it gave the waitress there (Mika) less to clean up.

Goku never thought he would ever think it, but he liked being a bartender.

Five hours into his shift, Goku was wiping down part of the counter (some guy had split part of his beer when he was cheering for his baseball team) when he noticed a young man sitting at the edge of the bar, just finishing off his tenth shot of whiskey, crying. Like the concerned man he always was, Goku went over to go check up on him.

"Hey, are you okay?" the Saiyajin asked him. He hated crying drunks. Not that he liked anyone hurt or crying, but drink crying people were worse, because it was harder to cheer them up.

The drunken man looked up at him with tears in his dark eyes, his black hair ruffled. "No, I'm not alright," he answered, his voice slurring.

Then, Goku saw something shiny on the man's chest and realized it was a badge. "Are you an officer?" he asked suddenly, his short attention span failing him again.

"Huh?..." the policeman slurred his words before slowly looking down at his chest to see his shield and sighed. "Yeah…the name's J.J…" he grumbled and grabbed his last filled shot glass and began to sip at it.

"Well…" Goku began, a little unsurely, "why are you here?" If he was going to cheer this man up as he did the other crying drunks since he started, he had to find out what was wrong.

"My heart's broken…" J.J. sobbed, "My love has gone off with another!..."

After hearing the heartaches of many a drunk in here, Goku counted his blessings every day and thanked his lucky stars things were great with him and Chi-Chi. Oh well, maybe he can do the same with J.J. that he did with Ken. Seeing that no newcomers were there or anyone asking for a re-fill or "another", Goku walked over to the other side and sat down next to him.

"Um, well, maybe I can help?" Goku offered.

J.J. gulped down the last bit of whiskey he had. "How can you help?..." he mumbled.

"Well, I can…well, I could listen to you talk about her if you want…"

However, J.J. wasn't listening to him. Instead, he actually took a long look at Goku, and with alcohol, lack of sleep, depression, and the dim lights affecting his brain, the Saiyajin looked like someone very familiar to him…

"Dee-sempai!" he exclaimed, and before Goku had a chance to ask him who he was talking about, J.J. threw himself at Goku, puckering up for a kiss.

"Wait!" he exclaimed frantically. "I'm a married man!" Goku, in a desperate attempt to remain un-kissed by his gender, pushed J.J. away from him.

…Unfortunately for both the drunken J.J. and the panicked Goku, it was a little too hard of a push. J.J. accidentally was sent flying through the actual bar and crashed back into a shelf full of various bottles of alcoholic drinks and mixes.

Dean walked in to see Goku hovering over J.J., trying to shake him awake. Not even batting an eye, he merely stated, "I'm calling the manager."