Videl, meanwhile, was just wiping the remnants of her own nosebleed off of herself.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen naked men before, just never with a crowd of other women watching and whistling while the man paraded around.
She drained her cup and went to get another beer. As she did, she ran into Piccolo. He was getting another one for himself.
"Um, hey Piccolo. How's the experiment going?"
The Namek looked a tad unsteady, but his voice rang with the same firmity it always had. "It's going along fine."
And then he seemed to lock into one position and tipped over backwards. His knees didn't even bend; he just fell at a perpendicular angle straight to the ground. His eyes remained open, but he was obviously out cold.
Unsure of anything else she could do, Videl dragged him over to the nearest wall and propped him up against it. She headed back to the party.
Well, she started to. But then perhaps the alcohol began to affect her brain. She went back, bent over, took his turban, and put it on her own head. It actually wasn't that bad of a fit, but it was pretty heavy. She took if off and felt inside. There were some weights inside. She fished them out and set them on the floor, then put the turban back on.
She rejoined the crowd. It didn't take long before Bulma noticed Videl's new headwear. She pointed at it and began to giggle uncontrollably. Pretty soon everyone was laughing, even the normally unflappable Juuhachigou. The alcohol probably helped.
"Y'know," said Raditz's fiance Iroke, "That looks good on you, but it's just not the same without...the cape..."
As one, the crowd turned to stare at the still unconscious Piccolo. A wicked smile crept over Videl's face. She walked over to the Namek and unhooked his cape. With some help from Eliza, she was able to fasten it around her own shoulders.
Striking a commanding looking pose--arms crossed, chest thrust out--she hovered a few feet into the air and yelled out, "I am the great Demon Queen, Videl!"
Not all the ladies in the room got it, but they all laughed anyway.
"I bet Gohan would attest to that! In bed, anyway!" yelled out Lunch.
Everyone started to laugh again.
"Next time, you should wear that outfit!" said Bulma. "Then I bet he'd really go after you!"
"Don't forget, next time is gonna be tomorrow night!" Lunch reminded everyone.
"Oh yeah, that's right! Be sure to send us copies of the video!"
Doubling up with laughter, Videl sank back to the ground. "Oh, c'mon!" she said. "You know I'd have to charge enough to cover the duplication costs."
As Videl and the other girls continued to throw risque jabs at each other, unnoticed to anyone Piccolo began to stir. Clutching his head, he sat up slowly. He didn't know what was going on, just that his head was throbbing severely.
Next to him, he saw a bottle of beer. Hoping it would help his head, he downed it quickly.
And he collapsed again.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen naked men before, just never with a crowd of other women watching and whistling while the man paraded around.
She drained her cup and went to get another beer. As she did, she ran into Piccolo. He was getting another one for himself.
"Um, hey Piccolo. How's the experiment going?"
The Namek looked a tad unsteady, but his voice rang with the same firmity it always had. "It's going along fine."
And then he seemed to lock into one position and tipped over backwards. His knees didn't even bend; he just fell at a perpendicular angle straight to the ground. His eyes remained open, but he was obviously out cold.
Unsure of anything else she could do, Videl dragged him over to the nearest wall and propped him up against it. She headed back to the party.
Well, she started to. But then perhaps the alcohol began to affect her brain. She went back, bent over, took his turban, and put it on her own head. It actually wasn't that bad of a fit, but it was pretty heavy. She took if off and felt inside. There were some weights inside. She fished them out and set them on the floor, then put the turban back on.
She rejoined the crowd. It didn't take long before Bulma noticed Videl's new headwear. She pointed at it and began to giggle uncontrollably. Pretty soon everyone was laughing, even the normally unflappable Juuhachigou. The alcohol probably helped.
"Y'know," said Raditz's fiance Iroke, "That looks good on you, but it's just not the same without...the cape..."
As one, the crowd turned to stare at the still unconscious Piccolo. A wicked smile crept over Videl's face. She walked over to the Namek and unhooked his cape. With some help from Eliza, she was able to fasten it around her own shoulders.
Striking a commanding looking pose--arms crossed, chest thrust out--she hovered a few feet into the air and yelled out, "I am the great Demon Queen, Videl!"
Not all the ladies in the room got it, but they all laughed anyway.
"I bet Gohan would attest to that! In bed, anyway!" yelled out Lunch.
Everyone started to laugh again.
"Next time, you should wear that outfit!" said Bulma. "Then I bet he'd really go after you!"
"Don't forget, next time is gonna be tomorrow night!" Lunch reminded everyone.
"Oh yeah, that's right! Be sure to send us copies of the video!"
Doubling up with laughter, Videl sank back to the ground. "Oh, c'mon!" she said. "You know I'd have to charge enough to cover the duplication costs."
As Videl and the other girls continued to throw risque jabs at each other, unnoticed to anyone Piccolo began to stir. Clutching his head, he sat up slowly. He didn't know what was going on, just that his head was throbbing severely.
Next to him, he saw a bottle of beer. Hoping it would help his head, he downed it quickly.
And he collapsed again.