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Title: The Perfect Gentleman
Author: PinkPakRat
Ch. 2
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Vegeta was the first one up; he always was. He was eating his breakfast when Yamucha came in. He looked terrible. He had marks all over him where his cuts were and he looked as if it hurt to move. Vegeta frowned, remembering last night. *I should've hurt him more.* Vegeta thought. *No one messes around with my woman. Wait a second. My woman? Where did that come from? That bitch is messing with my head. *

"Vegeta. Look, I know you have it bad for the girl but there's no reason to kick the shit out of me. You coulda just said you had a crush on her and I would've backed off." Yamucha told Vegeta, leaning against the doorframe for support. Obviously he was still a little drunk. Either that or he was just stupid (AN: I vote for stupid!).

Even though Vegeta knew that Yamucha was still out of it that gave him no excuse to insult his leader. The respect he should have for him should be so engraved upon him that it should just be automatic, whether he was drunk or not. Vegeta got up to teach him a lesson when Kakarott came in.

"Good morning Vegeta. Yamucha." Kakarott said as he walked in.

"Hi ya Kakarott." Yamucha said, smiling a stupid smile. Vegeta just grunted.

"What were you two talking about?" Kakarott asked as he raided the place for some food.

"Nothing of your concern, Kakarott." Vegeta told him before Yamucha could respond. Yamucha just looked at Vegeta quizzically before he let it drop.

*Hmm. So Vegeta doesn't wanna talk about, huh? Well, I guess I wouldn't really wanna talk about it either if I were in his position.* Kakarott thought. He went back to his constant search for food.

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"I just don't know what to do. I'm so confused." Bulma was saying. Bulma had just told ChiChi about what happened last night and ChiChi didn't know how to comfort her best friend. Finally she said, "He probably said it just to hide his own emotions and to protect his pride."

Bulma looked up at her friend, sniffled, and said, "You really think so?"

"I know so."

"Oh, thank you ChiChi! I knew I could talk to you about this! You're always there for me." Bulma said, hugging ChiChi.

ChiChi gently pried Bulma's arms from around her and said, "Okay, now why don't you go back to your place and take a shower. The boss can't have you looking all disheveled like this. And neither can you. Alright?"

"Alright."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight." ChiChi said, giving her friend a little shove towards the door.

"Bye ChiChi. Thanks for all your help." Bulma said over her shoulder as she opened the door.

"Anytime. Anytime." ChiChi said as Bulma closed the door. She smiled to herself before she got up to get a good day's rest. She had been dancing all last night and she needed to be ready for that night. She yawned while she walked upstairs to her bedroom.

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"Hey, everyone, I'm going back to that club that we all went to last night. Anyone wanna come?" Kakarott yelled out. The day had gone by rather quickly and now it was time for Kakarott to find out some answers. He was only asking if anyone wanted to come with him because it would seem pretty suspicious if he didn't.

"I will." a gruff voice from the shadows said. Kakarott looked over to see Vegeta emerge from the darkness of the halls. Kakarott was a little surprised at this but just nodded his head in acceptance. He let Vegeta go first, since he was the leader, and then followed. They got on their bikes and headed for the same place they had been last night. *I hope ChiChi tells me.* Kakarott thought as he rode to the club. He had managed to get the dancer's name last night and now he was thinking about how to get her to tell him something else.

Vegeta was also thinking about a certain woman, although for different reasons. *That woman better be there or else this entire trip will have been a waste of my very precious and valuable time that I could be spending acquiring more territory and becoming stronger.* Vegeta thought as he and Kakarott rode to the club.

When they got there they parked their bikes and walked inside the club. It was pretty much the same as it was last night. Kakarott headed over towards the bar, leaving Vegeta to mingle. Vegeta fought his way through the crowd of drunken men and giggling girls to a miraculously empty booth with a pretty good view of the stage. When a waitress dressed in an extremely skimpy outfit walked by he called her back and he told her to get him an entire bottle of the strongest stuff they had. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night. A few minutes she came back with a tall bottle of some kind of yellowish colored stuff and a big glass. When she leaned down to set his drink on the table her breasts brushed his shoulder. He was, after all, one of the best looking guys that had ever come in there and she was in the mood for some fun. But instead of becoming aroused, like most men, he just scowled. When she leaned in a little closer, hoping that he might reconsider, he pushed her roughly away. She made a small huffing noise and walked stuffily away. Vegeta's scowl just deepened. He didn't need a whore like her. He poured himself a drink and drank deeply of the cup, watching the stage for when she would come on.

While Vegeta was doing his own thing Kakarott was over at the bar. After a few minutes of sipping his beer Kakarott decided to ask the bartender something. When he wasn't busy serving one of the other guys at the bar Kakarott waved him over. "Can I help you?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah, can you tell me where the dancer ChiChi is?" Kakarott said, a little embarrassed.

"So, ya got a thing for the lady?" the bartender said, a twinkle in his eye.

"No, no, nothing like that. I need to ask her something actually." Kakarott said, turning pink.

"If you say so. I think she might be getting ready backstage. You know where the door is?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah, I've been here before." Kakarott said, turning from pink to red. "Thanks."

"Anytime. I never pictured that girl ChiChi with the likes of him." the bartender said once Kakarott was out of earshot.

When Kakarott got right outside the door to the dressing room that he had figured that ChiChi was in he paused for a moment. What exactly was he going to say to her? Was he just going to walk up to her and ask her what she knew about last night when that other blue-haired girl danced for Vegeta and Yamucha? While he was thinking the door slammed open, right into Kakarott's face. "OW!" he cried, rubbing his nose.

"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't see you-Kakarott?" ChiChi said in surprise. "What are you doing here? Here, let me get you something for that nose. Sorry about that." ChiChi ran, or at least as much as you can run in high heels, to the first aid kit in the corner of the room to get a pack of ice for Kakarott. Then she ran back over to him and gave it to Kakarott, who immediately put it on his now red nose. After a moment she asked him again what he was doing here.

"Actually, I came to ask you something." Kakarott said, his voice slightly muffled by the ice pack in the middle of his face.

"Ask me something? About what?" ChiChi asked, a little suspiciously.

"Well, um, ya see, one of the men that the blue-haired stripper danced for came back last night all beat up and stuff. Since he's my friend I wanted to know what happened to him but I knew that he would never tell me if I asked so I decided to ask you if you knew anything." Kakarott explained.

"Oh." ChiChi bit her lip. She didn't wanna lie to him; he seemed like a really nice guy. But then again, she couldn't go and break her best friend's trust just like that. Finally she decided on "I promised Bulma- the other dancer- that I wouldn't tell anyone."

"I understand. Friendship can be really powerful." Kakarott said after a moment. "Well, I'll see ya later, then." he said, turning to go.

"Wait! The two men you were speaking of, they got into a..." here ChiChi paused for a moment, "into an argument of sorts." she ended.

"Oh. That explains what happened this morning. Thanks ChiChi." Kakarott said. "Whenever Vegeta gets into an `argument' it usually ends up in a fight." Kakarott walked away, looking for Vegeta.

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Vegeta scowled. He had been waiting for almost an hour now and that woman still hadn't shown up yet. He was just about to go find Kakarott and leave when she showed up. She was wearing an extremely skimpy outfit made entirely of black leather. It left almost nothing to the imagination, and if Vegeta had been a lesser man, he probably would've been whistling and drooling all over the place, like the other men. Fortunately, he wasn't like the other men, and managed kept a straight face.

Of course, that became increasingly hard to do once she started. Just as she was about to take her bra off the song ended, leaving the crowd of men sorely disappointed and wanting more. Vegeta took a sip of his drink, hoping the cold liquid would help to settle the temperature of his blood.

A slight movement near the door to the dancers' rooms alerted Vegeta. He saw a man headed towards the door where Bulma had gone. He had a crazy, hungry look on his face. Vegeta swore under his breath and got up to go follow him.

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"Honey, you were killin' 'em out there." ChiChi told Bulma as she walked into the room.

"I know." Bulma replied, a small smile on her face.

"Ugghh. Haven't you ever heard of that small thing called humility?" ChiChi asked, smacking her lightly with one of her make-up brushes.

"Nope, never heard of the thing." Bulma said playfully.

"You--"

"Hello ladies." Bulma and ChiChi looked up to see a man wearing black leather pants and jacket, with a black bandana covered in skulls standing in the doorway of the room. "Do you think I could come in?" he asked, walking inside and sitting on one of the stools.

"Why sure. Why don't you come in and make yourself at home." Bulma said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I believe I already have." the man replied coolly.

"Jackass." Bulma retorted.

The man went on as if he hadn't heard Bulma. "I liked your dancing out there. Do you think that you could perform a little private show for me?" he asked.

"Not for all the money in the world, along with a couple mansions and a Ferrari besides. Now get lost." Bulma shot back. At this the man's face contorted in anger.

"Now you listen here--"

"I don't believe that you're allowed back here." a voice said from behind the man. The man turned around to see Vegeta leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. "So why are you here?"

"Who are you?" the man growled. "Get lost, punk."

"I believe you are the one who is supposed to get lost. Now beat it, before I am forced to beat you to a bloody pulp." Vegeta said.

"Beat up me? By a little runt like you? I don't think so." the man said obnoxiously. He then proceeded to try to tackled Vegeta. But Vegeta was too smart for this dim-wit, and he easily moved out of the way of the oncoming man. When he was within range, he punched him right in the gut. The man let out a small groan, before falling to the ground, unconscious.

"That sure was easy." Vegeta said to no one in particular. He kicked the man with his boot the remaining way out of the door. Then he turned to face the two women. "You two okay?" he asked, looking at Bulma.

"Yeah, we're fine." ChiChi spoke up. Bulma just looked at him.

After a moment, Vegeta grunted. "You should get a bodyguard when you're in here. There could be another one like him." Vegeta turned around and proceeded to walk out the door, leaving two very surprised women behind him. He eventually met up with Kakarott and they both left the bar.

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Notes: I finished it! I finished the second chapter! I'm so happy! Thank you Sakura Kinomoto for getting me off my butt so I could write this. Hopefully, I'll have the third one out sometime in the next month (probably late in the month).

Disclaimers: I do not own Dragonball Z. Akira Toriyama and all those other people do. All I own is the stuff in my room, so don't sue! Or else I'll get grounded!