Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper yo
Ten grand let me see you shake it like you got no bones in your body
and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand know it's a sin but if for me
you showed me more than enough skin to fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand took the highest bidder for Chris Rock's
Said There's no Sex in the Champagne Room
Forty grand looked into her eyes I saw tears falling down
tight with tears that money couldn't buy
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper, yo
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper, yo
Excuse me, what is your name?
My name is ho, yo
I was blessed with the body of the goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I can flex in 25 decisions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Tantalizing teaser
Tabletop pleaser
Give me what I need, uh
MasterCard or Visa
Black pants, fantasy
Picture us on an all white canopy
Wycleaf extended his hand to me
Like Billy B said he'd care for me
Take me far away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more strippin' in bars
Me and you clap against the odds
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper yo
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon, we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
You lotta yo sittin' with your girls
From like the Budweiser commercial
I hope you going to the strip joints
You lying man, you'd be surprised who you find up there
What are you, a preacher?
You calling her a ho girl
Let him without sin cast the first stone
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems don't hesitate to come by
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon, we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon, we going to the disco
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper yo!
Yo baby can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got not'in' but funny money man
Perfect Gentleman by Wycleaf
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Disclaimers: Dragonball Z does not belong to me, it belongs to Akira Toriyama. The song Perfect Gentleman doesn't belong to me either, it belongs to Wycleaf. And no, I did not write this fic to get money. And now none of you can sue me! HA HA HA HA HA!
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Title:The Perfect Gentleman
Author: PinkPakRat
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG-13
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Vegeta walked in to find Yamucha telling Kakarott about last night. "Man, Kakarott, I can't believe you chickened out on us last night! It was da bomb! And the women there. Man, those were some fine women!" Yamucha was saying. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon and Yamucha's hangover must've passed cuz he was back to his old self.
"Yeah, well, you know how Vegeta is about strip clubs." Kakarott said.
"Vegeta is a fucking bastard. Why are you so Kami damn loyal to his sorry ass?" Yamucha asked Kakarott.
"Because he knows his place, unlike you." Vegeta stated, coming out from the shadows.
"Vegeta! I didn't know you were here." Yamucha said meekly, taking a step back.
"Obviously, otherwise you wouldn't have just said what you did." Vegeta said menacingly.
"Vegeta, calm down. His power level nearly isn't as high as yours so why bother with him. You know he was just joking." Kakarott was saying, trying to get Vegeta to calm down.
"You're right. No one's as strong as the leader of the Dragon Collectors." Vegeta said smugly. The Dragon Collectors was the name of a gang in Satan City. Their territory included the entire West half of the city. There were over 50 guys in the gang. The highest ranking were Kuririn, Radditz, Yamucha and Kakarott with Vegeta as the leader.
"Vegeta, have you ever been to a strip club before?" Kakarott asked Vegeta, trying to distract him from Yamucha.
"Of course I have! I even know one of the dancers personally." Vegeta said, that ever-present smirk on his face.
Kakarott had not expected that last part. Sure he had known that Vegeta would say he had been to one; his pride was at stake. But to go so far as to say he knew one of the dancers???
Vegeta looked at Kakarott in amusement. The fact was, none of that was true. At least, not entirely true. No, he had never been to a strip club before and he didn't really know her, he had just met her.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall at the subway, thinking. Everyone but Kakarott had left to make sure that their territory was still secure. Kakarott had excused himself a few minutes ago to get a drink, leaving Vegeta alone to think.
Vegeta felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. She had long silky aqua locks (hair, for all you stupid peoples out there) cascading down her back. Diamond clips held her hair away from her face, revealing two baby blue eyes that a man could drown in. Her white dress reached her mid-thigh, displaying her perfect legs. It clung tightly to her body, showing off all her curves. She wore matching white high heels.
"You seem angry about something. Wanna talk about it?" the blue-haired beauty asked.
"Who are you? And why the hell are you talking to me?" Vegeta snapped, angry that this woman would dare try to judge him.
The woman seemed to get angry at his words for her reply was "Well sorry for caring. I can't believe I even thought of talking to a cold-hearted bastard like you." With that she stomped away. Vegeta leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, a smirk on his face.
A few seconds later he felt another tap on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see the same woman as before. "If you ever change your mind here's the place where I work. You and your friends can come down anytime and I'll give you a private show. Just ask for Bulma." she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She held out a card to him. He took it and looked down at it. It was a VIP pass to a strip club. On it was the address to a strip joint called `The Heavenly Bodies'. When he looked back up the woman was gone. He scanned the area for any sign of her but she had disappeared.
"What are you looking for?" Vegeta turned around to see Kakarott standing there looking at him.
"None of your business." Vegeta said, leaning back against the wall.
"Okay." Kakarott said. He sat down on the steps to the subway, while Vegeta thought about the blue-haired woman. Bulma.
"Say, Vegeta, which club did you go to?" Yamucha asked.
Vegeta looked over at Yamucha, a scowl on his face. Yamucha cringed. "`The Heavenly Bodies.'" Vegeta said after a few moments of staring at Yamucha.
"Never heard of that place before. You sure that's its name?" Yamucha asked a little uncertainly.
"Of course I'm sure that's the name! What do you think I am, some stupid gigolo!?!?(No offense to all you Yamucha lovers but I think that's the perfect definition for him.)
"Well then where is it?" Yamucha countered, getting bolder by the minute. Vegeta didn't reply. He just walked out and got on his motorcycle. The others saw him head toward the edge of their territory. They all stared after him for a while, then Kakarott got up and followed him. Soon Kuririn, Radditz and Yamucha were right behind.
Half an hour later they all arrived in front of the strip club. There was a huge neon sign on the roof that showed an angel in an extremely skimpy dress, wings folded behind her back. You could hear the noise of drunken men and dirty music from inside. Vegeta frowned in disgust, although no one there except for Kakarott really knew what that frown was about. They walked inside.
The inside was the same as how it had sounded from the outside; drunken men were everywhere, yelling at the dancers onstage that they would show 'em a great time if they came home with them. The women onstage were very seductive and as soon as they entered the place Vegeta saw Yamucha start to drool out of the corner of his eye. He also noted that Kuririn and Radditz were also staring at the women, although not quite as openly as that fool Yamucha.
Vegeta went up to one of the waitresses (who was as scantily clad as the dancers) and asked where he could find Bulma.
"Bulma? Oh, I think she's in the dressing room. Here, I'll show you and your friends the way." she said airily, as if five well built guys always came asking for one of the dancers. Vegeta looked over his shoulder to see that Yamucha and Kuririn were openly showing their shock that he really did know one of the dancers and that they were actually going to their dressing room. Radditz was trying desperately to hide his own amazement while Kakarott's face looked like that of a child's, awed and amazed by this whole new world.
They soon arrived at their destination. By now Yamucha, Radditz and Kuririn were openly staring, mouths open, tongues lolling out, at the sight before them. About twenty different beautiful women were standing before them practically naked! The three men's pants began to get awfully tight. Kakarott and Vegeta were totally unaffected however. To Vegeta they were all just a bunch of nasty whores and Kakarott, well, Kakarott didn't really seem to notice any of their beauty.
The woman pointed to the far right corner of the room. "Over there. No one else has blue hair like Bulma's. And to think that it's not dyed but natural!" the woman said, walking back to the main room. Vegeta made his way over to where she was, Kakarott close behind him. The other three, however, were slower following. They were busy checking out the women, Yamucha in particular.
"Well, woman." Vegeta said gruffly, standing above her. She looked up at him in surprise. She hadn't even noticed him until he had spoke, so engrossed was she in her conversation with her friend.
"Oh, hi. I didn't think you'd come." Bulma said, getting up. "You and your friends can follow me. ChiChi, would you like to join us?" Bulma asked, turning to the person she had just been talking to before Vegeta had interrupted her.
"Sure." ChiChi said once she spotted Kakarott. Bulma noticed the glance ChiChi had given to the man-that-she-had-met-at-the-subway's companion and smiled. Her friend had never really been interested in guys before and she was only working here for the same reason as her; to pay for her college tuition. Now that a guy had finally caught her attention she couldn't wait to see how it would turn out.
"Okay then. Will all of you please follow me to the private rooms then we can begin our show." Bulma said, leading them out of the dressing room towards the smaller rooms. Along the way there she met up with her other friend. "Hey, Kandy, would you mind doing a little private show for some of these guys?" Bulma asked her.
"Sure, no problem. It's better to have two guys yelling at me than two hundred." Kandy said teasingly.
"Thanks Kandy. You and those two guys," Bulma pointed to Radditz and Kuririn, "can take the first room. ChiChi and this guy over here," Bulma pointed to Kakarott, "can take the second room and I'll take the other two in the third room."
"Okay." Kandy and ChiChi said in unison. Each group went into their own room. Before ChiChi closed the door though she mouthed a `thank you' to Bulma. She just smiled. *Finally, she's found a guy she likes. And she hasn't even talked to him yet!*
"Okay. Time to get one with the show." Bulma said, going into the room. The two men followed her inside.
*Damn, that girl is fine! I wouldn't mind having a night alone with her.* Yamucha was thinking as he watched Bulma's hips sway while she walked.
As Bulma started to dance Yamucha started to look like he was in heave. Both Bulma and Vegeta could see his pants get tighter
There was a table in the room that had bottles of beer on it and they were slowly disappearing into Yamucha's stomach. "C'mon baby, show me love." he was saying. Bulma made a face and Vegeta scowled. *I can't believe how sex-crazy he is.* Bulma thought while she continued to dance.
Yamucha leaned over to Vegeta and said, "Hey Vegeta, is she hot or what? She's my kind of woman. I bet she'd be great in bed." Vegeta's scowl just deepened.
*Vegeta. So that's his name.* Bulma thought to herself.
After a couple more beers Yamucha got up fro his chair and started moving towards Bulma. "C'mon baby. You know you want it." Bulma started to back away. She was beginning to be afraid of him; a drunken man hell-bent on having sex is not one to mess with, especially if you're a woman who's much weaker than he is.
Yamucha kept on coming. Soon he had backed Bulma up into a corner and was pressing his body against hers. Bulma started to scream but was silenced by Yamucha's hand slapping her face, leaving a red mark. She could only watch in horror as a drunken man who would think nothing of it in the morning ravaged her body.
Vegeta was outraged. How dare he hit her! Vegeta marched over to Yamucha and grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly turned him around. Then he gave him a hard blow to the stomach. Yamucha doubled over in pain. Vegeta kneed him in the face, which sent him backing up into Bulma. But before he could even touch her Vegeta grabbed his arm and sent him slamming into the table, causing pieces of glass and wood splinters to soar into the air.
Vegeta stared for a few moments at Yamucha's unconscious body, blood dripping from cuts all over him to mingle with the glass and wood. Then he turned around to see the woman, Bulma, staring at him open-mouthed in shock. Then she fainted in a heap in the corner. "Hmmph. Weak woman." he said while walking over to her. He picked her up and walked out of the room, stepping over Yamucha's mess.
He walked out of the club with her in his arms and got on his motorcycle. Everybody was too drunk to notice them. As Vegeta was about to ride off he asked one of the dancers who looked like she was going home for the night where Bulma lived. She gave him the directions and he rode away.
While he was riding he looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. *She truly is beautiful. That bastard Yamucha doesn't even deserve to look at her.* Vegeta thought. *Wait a second. What am I thinking? She's just a woman, nothing more. The only reason I saved her was because no one deserves to be treated like that.*
When he got to her place he just kicked open the door. The security system wasn't on so he was totally undected. He silently crept upstairs, with Bulma still in his arms, so as not to wake her. He looked into one of the rooms and saw what he supposed was her bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed with a desk and a dresser and an adjoining bathroom. Vegeta laid the still unconscious woman on the bed and was about to leave when he heard a small groan come from behind him. He turned around to see Bulma start to wake up. She groggily opened her eyes and sat up. When she saw him she screamed.
"What are you doing here! And where am I?" she asked. Vegeta winced at how loud she was. *She may be beautiful but she sure is loud.*
"You're at your home. I brought you here. I got directions from another dancer who was leaving the club at the same time as me." Vegeta explained, a slight smirk on his face.
"Oh."
"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to leave." Vegeta said, turning around and walking out the door.
"Wait!"
Vegeta turned around to face her again. "What?" Vegeta asked, this time more irritably.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you save me? From that guy?" Bulma asked, getting up off the bed and walking towards him. Vegeta just stood there for a moment, just looking at her. *Kami, she's beautiful.* he thought while she advanced. "Well?" Bulma asked, now only two feet away.
"Because. No one deserves to be treated like that." Vegeta whispered, drowning in the deep blue depths of her eyes. They were so loving and caring; they displayed her emotions so clearly, so unlike his own. And right now he could see that she was utterly confused. "Not even a whore like you." He regretted it as soon as he said it. He saw Bulma's eyes fill up with tears as she shook her head in confusement and denial. "Woman, I-"
"GET OUT! JUST GET OUT! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OOOOUUUT!" Bulma screamed. She had tears streaming down her face now.
Vegeta tried again. "Woman, I didn't-"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT! NOW!" Bulma screamed again. She pushed him away; Vegeta let himself be pushed. When he was out of her room she slammed the door in his face.
"Stupid woman. I was just going to apologize." Vegeta muttered under his breath. He stomped down the stairs and got on his motorcycle. *Great. Now that woman's put in a bad mood. Something's gonna die tonight.* Vegeta thought as he rode off towards the Dragon Collectors' base, leaving a sobbing Bulma behind.
The End of Chapter 1
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper yo
Ten grand let me see you shake it like you got no bones in your body
and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand know it's a sin but if for me
you showed me more than enough skin to fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand took the highest bidder for Chris Rock's
Said There's no Sex in the Champagne Room
Forty grand looked into her eyes I saw tears falling down
tight with tears that money couldn't buy
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper, yo
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper, yo
Excuse me, what is your name?
My name is ho, yo
I was blessed with the body of the goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I can flex in 25 decisions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Tantalizing teaser
Tabletop pleaser
Give me what I need, uh
MasterCard or Visa
Black pants, fantasy
Picture us on an all white canopy
Wycleaf extended his hand to me
Like Billy B said he'd care for me
Take me far away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more strippin' in bars
Me and you clap against the odds
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper yo
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon, we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
You lotta yo sittin' with your girls
From like the Budweiser commercial
I hope you going to the strip joints
You lying man, you'd be surprised who you find up there
What are you, a preacher?
You calling her a ho girl
Let him without sin cast the first stone
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems don't hesitate to come by
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon, we going to the disco
We going to Hilo, to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just cuz she dances for her gold
It don't make her a ho no
Maxine put your red shoes on hon, we going to the disco
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with the stripper yo!
Yo baby can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got not'in' but funny money man
Perfect Gentleman by Wycleaf
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Disclaimers: Dragonball Z does not belong to me, it belongs to Akira Toriyama. The song Perfect Gentleman doesn't belong to me either, it belongs to Wycleaf. And no, I did not write this fic to get money. And now none of you can sue me! HA HA HA HA HA!
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Title:The Perfect Gentleman
Author: PinkPakRat
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG-13
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Vegeta walked in to find Yamucha telling Kakarott about last night. "Man, Kakarott, I can't believe you chickened out on us last night! It was da bomb! And the women there. Man, those were some fine women!" Yamucha was saying. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon and Yamucha's hangover must've passed cuz he was back to his old self.
"Yeah, well, you know how Vegeta is about strip clubs." Kakarott said.
"Vegeta is a fucking bastard. Why are you so Kami damn loyal to his sorry ass?" Yamucha asked Kakarott.
"Because he knows his place, unlike you." Vegeta stated, coming out from the shadows.
"Vegeta! I didn't know you were here." Yamucha said meekly, taking a step back.
"Obviously, otherwise you wouldn't have just said what you did." Vegeta said menacingly.
"Vegeta, calm down. His power level nearly isn't as high as yours so why bother with him. You know he was just joking." Kakarott was saying, trying to get Vegeta to calm down.
"You're right. No one's as strong as the leader of the Dragon Collectors." Vegeta said smugly. The Dragon Collectors was the name of a gang in Satan City. Their territory included the entire West half of the city. There were over 50 guys in the gang. The highest ranking were Kuririn, Radditz, Yamucha and Kakarott with Vegeta as the leader.
"Vegeta, have you ever been to a strip club before?" Kakarott asked Vegeta, trying to distract him from Yamucha.
"Of course I have! I even know one of the dancers personally." Vegeta said, that ever-present smirk on his face.
Kakarott had not expected that last part. Sure he had known that Vegeta would say he had been to one; his pride was at stake. But to go so far as to say he knew one of the dancers???
Vegeta looked at Kakarott in amusement. The fact was, none of that was true. At least, not entirely true. No, he had never been to a strip club before and he didn't really know her, he had just met her.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall at the subway, thinking. Everyone but Kakarott had left to make sure that their territory was still secure. Kakarott had excused himself a few minutes ago to get a drink, leaving Vegeta alone to think.
Vegeta felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. She had long silky aqua locks (hair, for all you stupid peoples out there) cascading down her back. Diamond clips held her hair away from her face, revealing two baby blue eyes that a man could drown in. Her white dress reached her mid-thigh, displaying her perfect legs. It clung tightly to her body, showing off all her curves. She wore matching white high heels.
"You seem angry about something. Wanna talk about it?" the blue-haired beauty asked.
"Who are you? And why the hell are you talking to me?" Vegeta snapped, angry that this woman would dare try to judge him.
The woman seemed to get angry at his words for her reply was "Well sorry for caring. I can't believe I even thought of talking to a cold-hearted bastard like you." With that she stomped away. Vegeta leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, a smirk on his face.
A few seconds later he felt another tap on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see the same woman as before. "If you ever change your mind here's the place where I work. You and your friends can come down anytime and I'll give you a private show. Just ask for Bulma." she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She held out a card to him. He took it and looked down at it. It was a VIP pass to a strip club. On it was the address to a strip joint called `The Heavenly Bodies'. When he looked back up the woman was gone. He scanned the area for any sign of her but she had disappeared.
"What are you looking for?" Vegeta turned around to see Kakarott standing there looking at him.
"None of your business." Vegeta said, leaning back against the wall.
"Okay." Kakarott said. He sat down on the steps to the subway, while Vegeta thought about the blue-haired woman. Bulma.
"Say, Vegeta, which club did you go to?" Yamucha asked.
Vegeta looked over at Yamucha, a scowl on his face. Yamucha cringed. "`The Heavenly Bodies.'" Vegeta said after a few moments of staring at Yamucha.
"Never heard of that place before. You sure that's its name?" Yamucha asked a little uncertainly.
"Of course I'm sure that's the name! What do you think I am, some stupid gigolo!?!?(No offense to all you Yamucha lovers but I think that's the perfect definition for him.)
"Well then where is it?" Yamucha countered, getting bolder by the minute. Vegeta didn't reply. He just walked out and got on his motorcycle. The others saw him head toward the edge of their territory. They all stared after him for a while, then Kakarott got up and followed him. Soon Kuririn, Radditz and Yamucha were right behind.
Half an hour later they all arrived in front of the strip club. There was a huge neon sign on the roof that showed an angel in an extremely skimpy dress, wings folded behind her back. You could hear the noise of drunken men and dirty music from inside. Vegeta frowned in disgust, although no one there except for Kakarott really knew what that frown was about. They walked inside.
The inside was the same as how it had sounded from the outside; drunken men were everywhere, yelling at the dancers onstage that they would show 'em a great time if they came home with them. The women onstage were very seductive and as soon as they entered the place Vegeta saw Yamucha start to drool out of the corner of his eye. He also noted that Kuririn and Radditz were also staring at the women, although not quite as openly as that fool Yamucha.
Vegeta went up to one of the waitresses (who was as scantily clad as the dancers) and asked where he could find Bulma.
"Bulma? Oh, I think she's in the dressing room. Here, I'll show you and your friends the way." she said airily, as if five well built guys always came asking for one of the dancers. Vegeta looked over his shoulder to see that Yamucha and Kuririn were openly showing their shock that he really did know one of the dancers and that they were actually going to their dressing room. Radditz was trying desperately to hide his own amazement while Kakarott's face looked like that of a child's, awed and amazed by this whole new world.
They soon arrived at their destination. By now Yamucha, Radditz and Kuririn were openly staring, mouths open, tongues lolling out, at the sight before them. About twenty different beautiful women were standing before them practically naked! The three men's pants began to get awfully tight. Kakarott and Vegeta were totally unaffected however. To Vegeta they were all just a bunch of nasty whores and Kakarott, well, Kakarott didn't really seem to notice any of their beauty.
The woman pointed to the far right corner of the room. "Over there. No one else has blue hair like Bulma's. And to think that it's not dyed but natural!" the woman said, walking back to the main room. Vegeta made his way over to where she was, Kakarott close behind him. The other three, however, were slower following. They were busy checking out the women, Yamucha in particular.
"Well, woman." Vegeta said gruffly, standing above her. She looked up at him in surprise. She hadn't even noticed him until he had spoke, so engrossed was she in her conversation with her friend.
"Oh, hi. I didn't think you'd come." Bulma said, getting up. "You and your friends can follow me. ChiChi, would you like to join us?" Bulma asked, turning to the person she had just been talking to before Vegeta had interrupted her.
"Sure." ChiChi said once she spotted Kakarott. Bulma noticed the glance ChiChi had given to the man-that-she-had-met-at-the-subway's companion and smiled. Her friend had never really been interested in guys before and she was only working here for the same reason as her; to pay for her college tuition. Now that a guy had finally caught her attention she couldn't wait to see how it would turn out.
"Okay then. Will all of you please follow me to the private rooms then we can begin our show." Bulma said, leading them out of the dressing room towards the smaller rooms. Along the way there she met up with her other friend. "Hey, Kandy, would you mind doing a little private show for some of these guys?" Bulma asked her.
"Sure, no problem. It's better to have two guys yelling at me than two hundred." Kandy said teasingly.
"Thanks Kandy. You and those two guys," Bulma pointed to Radditz and Kuririn, "can take the first room. ChiChi and this guy over here," Bulma pointed to Kakarott, "can take the second room and I'll take the other two in the third room."
"Okay." Kandy and ChiChi said in unison. Each group went into their own room. Before ChiChi closed the door though she mouthed a `thank you' to Bulma. She just smiled. *Finally, she's found a guy she likes. And she hasn't even talked to him yet!*
"Okay. Time to get one with the show." Bulma said, going into the room. The two men followed her inside.
*Damn, that girl is fine! I wouldn't mind having a night alone with her.* Yamucha was thinking as he watched Bulma's hips sway while she walked.
As Bulma started to dance Yamucha started to look like he was in heave. Both Bulma and Vegeta could see his pants get tighter
There was a table in the room that had bottles of beer on it and they were slowly disappearing into Yamucha's stomach. "C'mon baby, show me love." he was saying. Bulma made a face and Vegeta scowled. *I can't believe how sex-crazy he is.* Bulma thought while she continued to dance.
Yamucha leaned over to Vegeta and said, "Hey Vegeta, is she hot or what? She's my kind of woman. I bet she'd be great in bed." Vegeta's scowl just deepened.
*Vegeta. So that's his name.* Bulma thought to herself.
After a couple more beers Yamucha got up fro his chair and started moving towards Bulma. "C'mon baby. You know you want it." Bulma started to back away. She was beginning to be afraid of him; a drunken man hell-bent on having sex is not one to mess with, especially if you're a woman who's much weaker than he is.
Yamucha kept on coming. Soon he had backed Bulma up into a corner and was pressing his body against hers. Bulma started to scream but was silenced by Yamucha's hand slapping her face, leaving a red mark. She could only watch in horror as a drunken man who would think nothing of it in the morning ravaged her body.
Vegeta was outraged. How dare he hit her! Vegeta marched over to Yamucha and grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly turned him around. Then he gave him a hard blow to the stomach. Yamucha doubled over in pain. Vegeta kneed him in the face, which sent him backing up into Bulma. But before he could even touch her Vegeta grabbed his arm and sent him slamming into the table, causing pieces of glass and wood splinters to soar into the air.
Vegeta stared for a few moments at Yamucha's unconscious body, blood dripping from cuts all over him to mingle with the glass and wood. Then he turned around to see the woman, Bulma, staring at him open-mouthed in shock. Then she fainted in a heap in the corner. "Hmmph. Weak woman." he said while walking over to her. He picked her up and walked out of the room, stepping over Yamucha's mess.
He walked out of the club with her in his arms and got on his motorcycle. Everybody was too drunk to notice them. As Vegeta was about to ride off he asked one of the dancers who looked like she was going home for the night where Bulma lived. She gave him the directions and he rode away.
While he was riding he looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. *She truly is beautiful. That bastard Yamucha doesn't even deserve to look at her.* Vegeta thought. *Wait a second. What am I thinking? She's just a woman, nothing more. The only reason I saved her was because no one deserves to be treated like that.*
When he got to her place he just kicked open the door. The security system wasn't on so he was totally undected. He silently crept upstairs, with Bulma still in his arms, so as not to wake her. He looked into one of the rooms and saw what he supposed was her bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed with a desk and a dresser and an adjoining bathroom. Vegeta laid the still unconscious woman on the bed and was about to leave when he heard a small groan come from behind him. He turned around to see Bulma start to wake up. She groggily opened her eyes and sat up. When she saw him she screamed.
"What are you doing here! And where am I?" she asked. Vegeta winced at how loud she was. *She may be beautiful but she sure is loud.*
"You're at your home. I brought you here. I got directions from another dancer who was leaving the club at the same time as me." Vegeta explained, a slight smirk on his face.
"Oh."
"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to leave." Vegeta said, turning around and walking out the door.
"Wait!"
Vegeta turned around to face her again. "What?" Vegeta asked, this time more irritably.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you save me? From that guy?" Bulma asked, getting up off the bed and walking towards him. Vegeta just stood there for a moment, just looking at her. *Kami, she's beautiful.* he thought while she advanced. "Well?" Bulma asked, now only two feet away.
"Because. No one deserves to be treated like that." Vegeta whispered, drowning in the deep blue depths of her eyes. They were so loving and caring; they displayed her emotions so clearly, so unlike his own. And right now he could see that she was utterly confused. "Not even a whore like you." He regretted it as soon as he said it. He saw Bulma's eyes fill up with tears as she shook her head in confusement and denial. "Woman, I-"
"GET OUT! JUST GET OUT! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OOOOUUUT!" Bulma screamed. She had tears streaming down her face now.
Vegeta tried again. "Woman, I didn't-"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT! NOW!" Bulma screamed again. She pushed him away; Vegeta let himself be pushed. When he was out of her room she slammed the door in his face.
"Stupid woman. I was just going to apologize." Vegeta muttered under his breath. He stomped down the stairs and got on his motorcycle. *Great. Now that woman's put in a bad mood. Something's gonna die tonight.* Vegeta thought as he rode off towards the Dragon Collectors' base, leaving a sobbing Bulma behind.
The End of Chapter 1
