~*~ Disclaimer: I do not own the movie 'Pretty Woman' or DB/Z/GT. Please
don't sue, I ain't making jack shit from this story. It is being writing
only to pass time and for the entertainment of my readers. (Which isn't
many) 0_o
I'm glad that I got some reviews on the first chapter. I hope you like chapter two, here it is. Thanks again for all of the reviews. Keep dem R&R's coming, I'll keep writing.
~LadyB
Pretty Onna. Chapter Two
Bulma walked down the hallway, as she glanced upward at faded, peeling walls. She sighed as she scuffed her feet at the thread bare, dirty carpet. Bulma turned to lock the apartment door behind her and started down the faintly hallway.
A door suddenly opened, startling her. A man with a long white beard in a stained T-shirt stared at Bulma with pig eyes. Half of his look was one of lust the other one was the look of anger and annoyance.
"Bulma." He roughly called to him.
Bulma turned some of her 'tough' attitude onto the man that was eyeing her up like a dish. "Yeah, what?"
He extended her hand to Bulma. "Rent. You're late."
Bulma turned to walk away from him. "No, I'm not. Chi-Chi give me nothin'." Bulma protested.
"Don't give me that. Chi-Chi gave it to you yesterday, cash." The landlord said to her.
Bulma was suddenly uncertain. "You bullshittin' me?"
The landlord sadly shook his head. "Of rent I do not bullshit. I never bullshit about money."
Bulma hurried at a run back down the hallway. She ran away from the landlord.
He called after her. "By the end of the week or you're outta here." He paused. "By the way, you look very nice tonight!"
Bulma opened the door to her and Chi-Chi's apartment once more. She walked in, slammed the already loose door, and sighed. Chi-Chi had most likely spent the money once again.
After a moment of waiting Bulma decided to move off of the door and open it. She didn't want to be late to the club, Chi-Chi hated that. Even though she was still rather angry at Chi-Chi she had to live with the girl and was in no mood to make her angry. Bulma opened the door slightly, peered though the crack only to see that down the hallway, the landlord was standing in front of his open doorway, talking to a really fat woman. They both glanced up.
Bulma quickly closed the door. She didn't want to deal with them. Instead she walked to the back window of their apartment, she opened the large window. Moments later, Bulma came off the fire escape onto the sidewalk. She hurried away.
Once out one the open streets of Vegetasei, she was in control. She strutted around the streets as if she owned them, in fact, she did in a way. Bulma walked along the street, urgently looking for something...someone.
As Bulma walked by, a crazy old man goes by happily talking to himself. She shook her head, and to think if the night didn't get any better, that's where the rent would have to come from. Bulma brought her pale hand to her temple and rubbed it slightly. She hated the life she was forced to be living. Bulma moved once more, the wind taking her long blue hair with it, making it dance.
Bulma passed a few tourists, most likely from Chikyuu, but she doesn't notice them any more than she pays attention to the beggar she passed further on, huddle in a doorway. Every night it was the same people she saw on the street, after all, she worked this place.
The night was getting late; she had to be at the club soon. Bulma hurried past a group of most tourists. Then she noticed that one of the black Saiyan prostitutes in a mini skirt strolled toward her. Bulma ignored this woman as well. A car passed. The Driver in the car stared at Bulma with interest. She ignored him as well and continued to walk with an air of arrogance about her. The black prostitute approaches the car.
The prostitute leaned over the window of the car and pressed her body together, to make her breast stand out more. It worked. Then she playfully arched her back up and talked to the man inside. "Hey, baby, you lookin' for a date?"
"Yeah honey we're looking." He said referring to his friends in the back seat. The Driver looked her over once more then the prostitute got in the car and it drove away.
On a dimly lit corner, only lit by the light from the rusty street lamp above, a group of men hung out at an all nigh coffee shop. They whistled and made obscene gestures and sounds as Bulma hurries by. She disregarded them and went next door into a falafel stand. Half a dozen people sit at dirty tables inside. Once again Bulma was exposed to the life that she had to live. She shuttered for a moment then walked up to the counter as if nothing else was on her mind.
Behind the counter were a man and his wife, two Vietnamese cooks frying food, trying to ignore the unsavory crowd camped in the shop. Their smiles brightened when Bulma walked in the door.
" Hey, Ray-Chan, you seen Chi-Chi tonight?" She asked.
The man looked up. "Hi, hi! Nope, I seen nothing."
Bulma sighed heavily. Where the hell was she? " If you do, tell her I'm looking for her."
The man nodded and his wife spoke.
"Looking good, tonight, bay-bee."
Bulma smiled sadly as she looked down at the clothing she was wearing. Work clothes. She looked up. "Yeah, you too, D'Nai. If Chi-Chi comes in here, tell her stay."
Both of them nodded and smiled at Bulma. With that Bulma exited the store and was back on the streets.
Bulma watched from the doorway of the shop as a Skateboard zipped by a group of huddled people. She saw a police car parked at the entrance to an alcove. Also, there was an ambulance. Without a doubt, this is why the crowded has gathered. The crazy man that Bulma had seen earlier and one of the cops are engaged in tense conversation.
"What do you know about her?" The cop asked him seriously
The old man put his hands up in defense. "I tell you, man, I don't know who she hang with."
The cop scoffed. "Come on guy, we just pulled her out of a dumpster out back, what do you know?"
Finally the man spoke the truth. "Alright she a strawberry. She be out on these streets, day in, day out, tradin' her sorry self for crack. And now she dead from it."
Bulma rushed up to join the outskirts of the crowd as the body of a young girl is pulled out of an open dumpster and carried towards the waiting ambulance. The girl couldn't have been more than 20, 25 at the most. She was so young. Pale skin, black hair delicately shut black eyes. Something in Bulma snapped, for a moment Bulma thought it was...no, Bulma turned grimly away. Bulma surveys the dark street to keep herself busy. And suddenly saw who's she had been looking for. She walked up to meet her roommate.
She walked into the threshold of the bar she was supposed to be in. There was loud pumping music banging into her ears, in a moment or two the effect would wear off and she would be back to normal. Bulma had seen Chi-Chi walk in here, with some man. As to where they had gone, she was totally clueless. Bulma walked up to the counter. There was another old man standing behind the counter, the bar really, serving drink.
"Hey pops, had Chi-Chi been in here?" Bulma asked.
The man glanced up at her. "Upstairs, the ball room."
Bulma nodded and walked up the old iron stairs to where she was told her roommate was.
When Bulma saw Chi-Chi she was sitting on a chair in the corner, her hair was messy and she was running a comb from side to side of her bangs. She looked high; her eyes in a stoned dazed behind her shades. Bulma stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, an annoyed scowl on her face.
"Hey yo, B!" Chi-Chi said in her singsong voice that usually came when she had gotten high. She removed her shades showing her sunken-in black eyes.
"Is it all gone?" Bulma inquired cutting right to the chase.
Chi-Chi smiled uneasily. "Hey Carlos this is my roommate Bulma, Bulma you know Angel..." Chi-Chi droned on and on trying to move off of the subject at hand.
Bulma huffed. "I know everyone, Chi, is it all gone?" Bulma asked getting irritated.
Chi-Chi met eye to eye with her friend. "Well Carlos sold me some great shit, we had a party, and I was the hostess."
That was the last straw, Bulma was fuming. She thought she had told Chi-Chi to quit the drugs, and now here she was getting high once more. Bulma wanted to rant and rave. "You bought drugs with our rent money, what is going on with you Chi?!" Bulma asked taking hold of Chi-Chi's arm picking her out of the chair she was sitting in.
"I needed a little pick-me-up." Chi-Chi pouted.
"Well we need rent!" Bulma yelled
Carlos stepped in. "Whoa calm down, Chica, she only owes me 200 more."
Chi-Chi hissed threw her clenched teeth lowly. "CARLOS."
Bulma was surprised. "Another 200 dollars?"
Chi-Chi was caught. "Hai, but that was from way before."
Carlos stepped closer to the blue-haired goddess. He smiled as her blue eyes rattled with anger she was holding in.
"That's right, but if you want to work off her money with me, we can work something out." He said smiling lustfully.
Bulma rolled her eyes. Chi-Chi could tell that her roommate was getting agitated. "That's a very sweet offer Carlos, but not now." Chi-Chi muttered offhandedly as she took hold of Bulma and walked out of the room and down the stairs. Bulma walked down the stairs behind Chi-Chi.
"Work something out, work what out?" Bulma asked as Chi-Chi led her down the stairs.
"Nothing." Chi-Chi said.
"When did you take it?" Bulma demanded from her friend.
"Uh, when you where sleeping." Chi-Chi admitted.
"You took it while I was sleeping?" Bulma asked loudly not believing that Chi-Chi had taken their money while she had been asleep.
Chi-Chi turned to Bulma. "Gomen, you were unavailable for consultation."
Bulma tried to lead Chi-Chi out of the club.
"Snack, snack." Chi-Chi insisted walking towards the small snack table. She watched as Bulma took a seat at the bar crossing her legs seductively. Chi- Chi walked to the snack table near Bulma and started to take many assorted foods into a napkin.
"This ain't a buffet, Chi." Pops scolded.
Chi-Chi ignored him, as an alternative she took a seat next to her best friend.
"We need rent money Chi." Bulma reminded.
"Look it was on my case I had to give them something." Chi-Chi protested in self defense. "Besides it's my apartment."
"But I have to live there too, Chi." Bulma said to her friend.
"Oh Bulma don't irritate me!" Chi-Chi said to her friend angrily.
"Irritate you, irritate you? Chi, I saw a girl get pulled out of a dumpster." Bulma said sadly to Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi, chewing, answered her friend. "Yeah I know, Skinny Marie." Chi-Chi noticed the worried look that crossed Bulma's face. "But she was a flake, a crack head. Dominique was trying to straighten her out for weeks."
Bulma glanced pleadingly at her friend. "Don't you wanna get out of here, Chi?"
Chi-Chi was suddenly angry. "Get out of where? Where the fuck you wanna go?"
Bulma looked away from Chi-Chi without answering her. She turned her attention to a fight in the back of the bar. She sighed. What a life she was forced to live.
"Come on." Chi-Chi said taking Bulma outside to their corner.
Elsewhere, a silver Ferrari turned onto Sunset Street, finally out of Woolen Hills and into civilization. He wasn't lost anymore. At a red light he paused and decided it was best to take the street to the left, Manchester Ave.
Bulma looked up at the post she was standing under, Manchester Ave. Her corner. Her turf. There she ran the show and anyone who didn't like it could shove it. Here, Chi-Chi and her were the girls. Thinking of her best friend Bulma turned to find Chi-Chi arguing with some other whore, an older one, named Rachel.
Chi-Chi placed one of her hands into Rachel's face who was leaning against a poll trying to hustle. "You see these stars on the sidewalk babe?"
Rachel looked up at Chi-Chi; she had never really liked her. "Yeah." She answered distantly.
"Well Bulma and me we worked Bob Hope, we worked the Ritz Brothers, all the way down to Ellis Jones. This is our office. We got seniority. You better get off our corner." Chi-Chi suggested, really commanding.
Rachel smiled bitterly. "Forgive me; I was just taking a rest here, dear." Rachel moved. "Besides, she's new." She paused to point at Bulma.
Chi-Chi took that in offense. "Yeah, but I'm old. So go rest it up by Monty Hall or Esta Wilson..."
Bulma walked up behind Chi-Chi. "Williams." She muttered.
"Esta Williams, where you belong!" Chi-Chi said loudly.
Rachel turned to Chi-Chi. "Back off Chi, you know you're really becoming a grouch."
Rachel walked off, never forgetting to shake her hips on the way.
Chi-Chi looked sadly at Bulma. "Am I really a grouch?" She questioned honestly.
"Hai." Bulma answered before thinking.
She noticed Chi-Chi's hurt look. "Well, sometimes."
"But that's because I'm hungry." Chi-Chi pouted.
"Hey girl!" A boy yelled out of his friend's car.
Chi-Chi never let a golden opportunity fly by. "Hey yo, baby." She replied saying her hips from side to side as she slowly walked around a poll.
"How about a freebee it's my birthday?" He called out to her.
"Dream on." Chi-Chi said to him as he drove off.
Bulma forgot the conversation and looked at the passing cars, hoping for a brake. "Its looking real slow tonight, Chi."
Chi-Chi glanced at her friend. "You know, maybe we should get a pimp. Carlos really dig this place and -"
Bulma was forced to cut off her friend. "No, pimps will take our money and run our lives, no."
That earned a nod of agreement from her friend. "You're right. We say who, we say when, we say how much."
There was a pause between them until Chi-Chi spotted a silver car speeding oddly down the street. Chi-Chi's face lit up.
"Oh yo, oh yo, catch this!" She yelled happily.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "That Ferrari is free." She said with a movement of her hands.
When the car made a sudden stop Chi-Chi laughed some more. "No, that's rent! You should go for him; you look hot tonight. Don't take less than a hundred. Call me when you're through, take care of you." Chi-Chi advised.
Bulma hugged her friend.
"Take care of you." Bulma said returning the saying, really meaning that Chi-Chi should stop using drugs.
After that Chi-Chi was off, moving quickly away. Bulma turned. She stared at the Ferrari, loathing it and all it represented to her. And then it was as if Bulma turned a switch, she had become a totally different person. She fluffed her mane of hair, throws her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and sashaying towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on her face.
In the driver's seat of the Ferrari, The high and mighty prince Vegeta was looking furious and distracted. He was messing with the stick shift not being able to find first gear.
"Come on, first is here somewhere." He muttered to himself.
Bulma leaned over the passenger window. "Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?"
"Uh, no. Can you tell me how to get to Millennium Plains?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma looked at him curiously. He looked familiar but she couldn't place his face. She also wondered what he was going to do at Millennium Plains, that was one of the most riches places in all of Vegetasei. Only dukes, duchesses, lords, ladies, kings, queens, princesses, and princes lived there. She was rather curious indeed.
Bulma smiled at him. "Sure, for five bucks."
A deep scowl crossed the prince's face. His eyebrows knitted together. "That's ridiculous." Protested the prince.
Bulma smiled. "The price just went up to ten."
"You can't charge me for directions!" Vegeta said, outraged.
Bulma smirked a worth sneer of a Saiyan female. Vegeta took notice of that before she turned her back on him and leaned up against the side of his car. "I can do anything I want to baby, I ain't lost." She teased.
Vegeta sighed; the onna had a point. And if he ever wanted to get to Millennium Plains he would have to put up with her arrogance. "Ok alright, you win, I lose." He admitted.
Bulma smiled mostly to herself and turned back to Vegeta. However, before she would start to enjoy bringing him to his knees with her stubborn nature, Bulma suddenly froze. On the sidewalk up ahead, Carlos stood with some of his skateboarding boys. Carlos flashed an evil, menacing grin, in Bulma's direction upon spotting her and then he motioned to his boys. They all started forward towards Vegeta's car.
"You have change for a twenty." Vegeta questioned Bulma, not noticing the fear on her face right away.
Bulma pulled open the door of the car and jumped in without second thoughts.
"For twenty, I'll show you personal. Even where the stars live."
"That's alright." He said to her turning to the wheel once more. Vegeta stared at her a moment longer before she smiled at him sweetly then the car took off, leaving Carlos in the dust. Bulma beamed happily inwardly, she could only wonder what the night would hold for the two of them.
I'm glad that I got some reviews on the first chapter. I hope you like chapter two, here it is. Thanks again for all of the reviews. Keep dem R&R's coming, I'll keep writing.
~LadyB
Pretty Onna. Chapter Two
Bulma walked down the hallway, as she glanced upward at faded, peeling walls. She sighed as she scuffed her feet at the thread bare, dirty carpet. Bulma turned to lock the apartment door behind her and started down the faintly hallway.
A door suddenly opened, startling her. A man with a long white beard in a stained T-shirt stared at Bulma with pig eyes. Half of his look was one of lust the other one was the look of anger and annoyance.
"Bulma." He roughly called to him.
Bulma turned some of her 'tough' attitude onto the man that was eyeing her up like a dish. "Yeah, what?"
He extended her hand to Bulma. "Rent. You're late."
Bulma turned to walk away from him. "No, I'm not. Chi-Chi give me nothin'." Bulma protested.
"Don't give me that. Chi-Chi gave it to you yesterday, cash." The landlord said to her.
Bulma was suddenly uncertain. "You bullshittin' me?"
The landlord sadly shook his head. "Of rent I do not bullshit. I never bullshit about money."
Bulma hurried at a run back down the hallway. She ran away from the landlord.
He called after her. "By the end of the week or you're outta here." He paused. "By the way, you look very nice tonight!"
Bulma opened the door to her and Chi-Chi's apartment once more. She walked in, slammed the already loose door, and sighed. Chi-Chi had most likely spent the money once again.
After a moment of waiting Bulma decided to move off of the door and open it. She didn't want to be late to the club, Chi-Chi hated that. Even though she was still rather angry at Chi-Chi she had to live with the girl and was in no mood to make her angry. Bulma opened the door slightly, peered though the crack only to see that down the hallway, the landlord was standing in front of his open doorway, talking to a really fat woman. They both glanced up.
Bulma quickly closed the door. She didn't want to deal with them. Instead she walked to the back window of their apartment, she opened the large window. Moments later, Bulma came off the fire escape onto the sidewalk. She hurried away.
Once out one the open streets of Vegetasei, she was in control. She strutted around the streets as if she owned them, in fact, she did in a way. Bulma walked along the street, urgently looking for something...someone.
As Bulma walked by, a crazy old man goes by happily talking to himself. She shook her head, and to think if the night didn't get any better, that's where the rent would have to come from. Bulma brought her pale hand to her temple and rubbed it slightly. She hated the life she was forced to be living. Bulma moved once more, the wind taking her long blue hair with it, making it dance.
Bulma passed a few tourists, most likely from Chikyuu, but she doesn't notice them any more than she pays attention to the beggar she passed further on, huddle in a doorway. Every night it was the same people she saw on the street, after all, she worked this place.
The night was getting late; she had to be at the club soon. Bulma hurried past a group of most tourists. Then she noticed that one of the black Saiyan prostitutes in a mini skirt strolled toward her. Bulma ignored this woman as well. A car passed. The Driver in the car stared at Bulma with interest. She ignored him as well and continued to walk with an air of arrogance about her. The black prostitute approaches the car.
The prostitute leaned over the window of the car and pressed her body together, to make her breast stand out more. It worked. Then she playfully arched her back up and talked to the man inside. "Hey, baby, you lookin' for a date?"
"Yeah honey we're looking." He said referring to his friends in the back seat. The Driver looked her over once more then the prostitute got in the car and it drove away.
On a dimly lit corner, only lit by the light from the rusty street lamp above, a group of men hung out at an all nigh coffee shop. They whistled and made obscene gestures and sounds as Bulma hurries by. She disregarded them and went next door into a falafel stand. Half a dozen people sit at dirty tables inside. Once again Bulma was exposed to the life that she had to live. She shuttered for a moment then walked up to the counter as if nothing else was on her mind.
Behind the counter were a man and his wife, two Vietnamese cooks frying food, trying to ignore the unsavory crowd camped in the shop. Their smiles brightened when Bulma walked in the door.
" Hey, Ray-Chan, you seen Chi-Chi tonight?" She asked.
The man looked up. "Hi, hi! Nope, I seen nothing."
Bulma sighed heavily. Where the hell was she? " If you do, tell her I'm looking for her."
The man nodded and his wife spoke.
"Looking good, tonight, bay-bee."
Bulma smiled sadly as she looked down at the clothing she was wearing. Work clothes. She looked up. "Yeah, you too, D'Nai. If Chi-Chi comes in here, tell her stay."
Both of them nodded and smiled at Bulma. With that Bulma exited the store and was back on the streets.
Bulma watched from the doorway of the shop as a Skateboard zipped by a group of huddled people. She saw a police car parked at the entrance to an alcove. Also, there was an ambulance. Without a doubt, this is why the crowded has gathered. The crazy man that Bulma had seen earlier and one of the cops are engaged in tense conversation.
"What do you know about her?" The cop asked him seriously
The old man put his hands up in defense. "I tell you, man, I don't know who she hang with."
The cop scoffed. "Come on guy, we just pulled her out of a dumpster out back, what do you know?"
Finally the man spoke the truth. "Alright she a strawberry. She be out on these streets, day in, day out, tradin' her sorry self for crack. And now she dead from it."
Bulma rushed up to join the outskirts of the crowd as the body of a young girl is pulled out of an open dumpster and carried towards the waiting ambulance. The girl couldn't have been more than 20, 25 at the most. She was so young. Pale skin, black hair delicately shut black eyes. Something in Bulma snapped, for a moment Bulma thought it was...no, Bulma turned grimly away. Bulma surveys the dark street to keep herself busy. And suddenly saw who's she had been looking for. She walked up to meet her roommate.
She walked into the threshold of the bar she was supposed to be in. There was loud pumping music banging into her ears, in a moment or two the effect would wear off and she would be back to normal. Bulma had seen Chi-Chi walk in here, with some man. As to where they had gone, she was totally clueless. Bulma walked up to the counter. There was another old man standing behind the counter, the bar really, serving drink.
"Hey pops, had Chi-Chi been in here?" Bulma asked.
The man glanced up at her. "Upstairs, the ball room."
Bulma nodded and walked up the old iron stairs to where she was told her roommate was.
When Bulma saw Chi-Chi she was sitting on a chair in the corner, her hair was messy and she was running a comb from side to side of her bangs. She looked high; her eyes in a stoned dazed behind her shades. Bulma stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, an annoyed scowl on her face.
"Hey yo, B!" Chi-Chi said in her singsong voice that usually came when she had gotten high. She removed her shades showing her sunken-in black eyes.
"Is it all gone?" Bulma inquired cutting right to the chase.
Chi-Chi smiled uneasily. "Hey Carlos this is my roommate Bulma, Bulma you know Angel..." Chi-Chi droned on and on trying to move off of the subject at hand.
Bulma huffed. "I know everyone, Chi, is it all gone?" Bulma asked getting irritated.
Chi-Chi met eye to eye with her friend. "Well Carlos sold me some great shit, we had a party, and I was the hostess."
That was the last straw, Bulma was fuming. She thought she had told Chi-Chi to quit the drugs, and now here she was getting high once more. Bulma wanted to rant and rave. "You bought drugs with our rent money, what is going on with you Chi?!" Bulma asked taking hold of Chi-Chi's arm picking her out of the chair she was sitting in.
"I needed a little pick-me-up." Chi-Chi pouted.
"Well we need rent!" Bulma yelled
Carlos stepped in. "Whoa calm down, Chica, she only owes me 200 more."
Chi-Chi hissed threw her clenched teeth lowly. "CARLOS."
Bulma was surprised. "Another 200 dollars?"
Chi-Chi was caught. "Hai, but that was from way before."
Carlos stepped closer to the blue-haired goddess. He smiled as her blue eyes rattled with anger she was holding in.
"That's right, but if you want to work off her money with me, we can work something out." He said smiling lustfully.
Bulma rolled her eyes. Chi-Chi could tell that her roommate was getting agitated. "That's a very sweet offer Carlos, but not now." Chi-Chi muttered offhandedly as she took hold of Bulma and walked out of the room and down the stairs. Bulma walked down the stairs behind Chi-Chi.
"Work something out, work what out?" Bulma asked as Chi-Chi led her down the stairs.
"Nothing." Chi-Chi said.
"When did you take it?" Bulma demanded from her friend.
"Uh, when you where sleeping." Chi-Chi admitted.
"You took it while I was sleeping?" Bulma asked loudly not believing that Chi-Chi had taken their money while she had been asleep.
Chi-Chi turned to Bulma. "Gomen, you were unavailable for consultation."
Bulma tried to lead Chi-Chi out of the club.
"Snack, snack." Chi-Chi insisted walking towards the small snack table. She watched as Bulma took a seat at the bar crossing her legs seductively. Chi- Chi walked to the snack table near Bulma and started to take many assorted foods into a napkin.
"This ain't a buffet, Chi." Pops scolded.
Chi-Chi ignored him, as an alternative she took a seat next to her best friend.
"We need rent money Chi." Bulma reminded.
"Look it was on my case I had to give them something." Chi-Chi protested in self defense. "Besides it's my apartment."
"But I have to live there too, Chi." Bulma said to her friend.
"Oh Bulma don't irritate me!" Chi-Chi said to her friend angrily.
"Irritate you, irritate you? Chi, I saw a girl get pulled out of a dumpster." Bulma said sadly to Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi, chewing, answered her friend. "Yeah I know, Skinny Marie." Chi-Chi noticed the worried look that crossed Bulma's face. "But she was a flake, a crack head. Dominique was trying to straighten her out for weeks."
Bulma glanced pleadingly at her friend. "Don't you wanna get out of here, Chi?"
Chi-Chi was suddenly angry. "Get out of where? Where the fuck you wanna go?"
Bulma looked away from Chi-Chi without answering her. She turned her attention to a fight in the back of the bar. She sighed. What a life she was forced to live.
"Come on." Chi-Chi said taking Bulma outside to their corner.
Elsewhere, a silver Ferrari turned onto Sunset Street, finally out of Woolen Hills and into civilization. He wasn't lost anymore. At a red light he paused and decided it was best to take the street to the left, Manchester Ave.
Bulma looked up at the post she was standing under, Manchester Ave. Her corner. Her turf. There she ran the show and anyone who didn't like it could shove it. Here, Chi-Chi and her were the girls. Thinking of her best friend Bulma turned to find Chi-Chi arguing with some other whore, an older one, named Rachel.
Chi-Chi placed one of her hands into Rachel's face who was leaning against a poll trying to hustle. "You see these stars on the sidewalk babe?"
Rachel looked up at Chi-Chi; she had never really liked her. "Yeah." She answered distantly.
"Well Bulma and me we worked Bob Hope, we worked the Ritz Brothers, all the way down to Ellis Jones. This is our office. We got seniority. You better get off our corner." Chi-Chi suggested, really commanding.
Rachel smiled bitterly. "Forgive me; I was just taking a rest here, dear." Rachel moved. "Besides, she's new." She paused to point at Bulma.
Chi-Chi took that in offense. "Yeah, but I'm old. So go rest it up by Monty Hall or Esta Wilson..."
Bulma walked up behind Chi-Chi. "Williams." She muttered.
"Esta Williams, where you belong!" Chi-Chi said loudly.
Rachel turned to Chi-Chi. "Back off Chi, you know you're really becoming a grouch."
Rachel walked off, never forgetting to shake her hips on the way.
Chi-Chi looked sadly at Bulma. "Am I really a grouch?" She questioned honestly.
"Hai." Bulma answered before thinking.
She noticed Chi-Chi's hurt look. "Well, sometimes."
"But that's because I'm hungry." Chi-Chi pouted.
"Hey girl!" A boy yelled out of his friend's car.
Chi-Chi never let a golden opportunity fly by. "Hey yo, baby." She replied saying her hips from side to side as she slowly walked around a poll.
"How about a freebee it's my birthday?" He called out to her.
"Dream on." Chi-Chi said to him as he drove off.
Bulma forgot the conversation and looked at the passing cars, hoping for a brake. "Its looking real slow tonight, Chi."
Chi-Chi glanced at her friend. "You know, maybe we should get a pimp. Carlos really dig this place and -"
Bulma was forced to cut off her friend. "No, pimps will take our money and run our lives, no."
That earned a nod of agreement from her friend. "You're right. We say who, we say when, we say how much."
There was a pause between them until Chi-Chi spotted a silver car speeding oddly down the street. Chi-Chi's face lit up.
"Oh yo, oh yo, catch this!" She yelled happily.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "That Ferrari is free." She said with a movement of her hands.
When the car made a sudden stop Chi-Chi laughed some more. "No, that's rent! You should go for him; you look hot tonight. Don't take less than a hundred. Call me when you're through, take care of you." Chi-Chi advised.
Bulma hugged her friend.
"Take care of you." Bulma said returning the saying, really meaning that Chi-Chi should stop using drugs.
After that Chi-Chi was off, moving quickly away. Bulma turned. She stared at the Ferrari, loathing it and all it represented to her. And then it was as if Bulma turned a switch, she had become a totally different person. She fluffed her mane of hair, throws her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and sashaying towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on her face.
In the driver's seat of the Ferrari, The high and mighty prince Vegeta was looking furious and distracted. He was messing with the stick shift not being able to find first gear.
"Come on, first is here somewhere." He muttered to himself.
Bulma leaned over the passenger window. "Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?"
"Uh, no. Can you tell me how to get to Millennium Plains?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma looked at him curiously. He looked familiar but she couldn't place his face. She also wondered what he was going to do at Millennium Plains, that was one of the most riches places in all of Vegetasei. Only dukes, duchesses, lords, ladies, kings, queens, princesses, and princes lived there. She was rather curious indeed.
Bulma smiled at him. "Sure, for five bucks."
A deep scowl crossed the prince's face. His eyebrows knitted together. "That's ridiculous." Protested the prince.
Bulma smiled. "The price just went up to ten."
"You can't charge me for directions!" Vegeta said, outraged.
Bulma smirked a worth sneer of a Saiyan female. Vegeta took notice of that before she turned her back on him and leaned up against the side of his car. "I can do anything I want to baby, I ain't lost." She teased.
Vegeta sighed; the onna had a point. And if he ever wanted to get to Millennium Plains he would have to put up with her arrogance. "Ok alright, you win, I lose." He admitted.
Bulma smiled mostly to herself and turned back to Vegeta. However, before she would start to enjoy bringing him to his knees with her stubborn nature, Bulma suddenly froze. On the sidewalk up ahead, Carlos stood with some of his skateboarding boys. Carlos flashed an evil, menacing grin, in Bulma's direction upon spotting her and then he motioned to his boys. They all started forward towards Vegeta's car.
"You have change for a twenty." Vegeta questioned Bulma, not noticing the fear on her face right away.
Bulma pulled open the door of the car and jumped in without second thoughts.
"For twenty, I'll show you personal. Even where the stars live."
"That's alright." He said to her turning to the wheel once more. Vegeta stared at her a moment longer before she smiled at him sweetly then the car took off, leaving Carlos in the dust. Bulma beamed happily inwardly, she could only wonder what the night would hold for the two of them.