A/n: Hey guys!! I am so excited of releasing a new chappie for all of you. Now there's a case we, as members of FF.Net should definitely fight: the NC-17 rating removal. The reason I think we should try and be strong to stand up for it is that I know a lot of great writers that have written numerous NC-17 rated stories….which will be removed from this site, making the DBZ stories selection less likable.

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What You Wish For

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Performed Song (s) : Glycerine - Bush

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" Hey guys…" the blue haired female entered both Krillin's and Goku's room wearing a khaki short and a simple black tank top. The guy's attention kept going to the room surroundings, fascinated by the fact of staying in a hotel 'suite' for the first time in their lives. Krllin suddenly turned to her

" Woa! These rooms are incredible!" he stated in disbelief as his eyes roamed the entire facility yet again. Bulma grinned a little

" They are, aren't they? Dave told me he'd try to find the best suitable rooms possible" she informed, circling the room with her eyes as well. Goku was doing the same, until he figured the junk food 'welcome' basket right in the middle of the table inside the room. His eyes grew as wide as they could ever be as he looked at it with desire, joy overtaking his features

" Oh man! This is the best thing about this room…" he said, circling his mouth with his tongue to try and clear out the excessive amount of saliva suddenly rushing in. He was about to throw himself on the table to try and get a hold of the decorative ornament when he was stopped by the blue haired vocalist, her arms spread out in a protective manner in front of the table

" Now Goku…remember what a sugar high can cause in you. I don't think it's a good idea. We have a press conference tomorrow to present our music.." she informed wisely. Goku pouted his brows furrowing with sadness

" Ah. Come on Bulma. I'm hungry" he informed, a loud growl coming from his stomach added to the statement. Bulma raised her brows

" That is no surprise…" she rolled her eyes, Krillin snickering behind her. She turned to him

" Guys, I wanted to ask you how are you holding up with the new guitarist…" she acquired changing the casual environment topic, looking to both their faces for an answer. Goku raised his brows and Krillin shrugged his shoulders. Bulma let out a sigh

" Come on. Seriously, tell me" she requested, crossing her arms on her chest in protest. Krillin breathed out

" Well, he's definitely not a nice guy. I can say that.." he added to his sigh. Goku shook his head indecisively

" I wouldn't know what to say, B. I mean, he's proud for some reason and stubborn. But he's cool I guess. We talk from time to time…" he added to his reaction. Bulma uncrossed her arms from her chest and sat herself on the table she was protecting earlier

" I don't know. It's just that…ok I know it sounds stupid but I don't want us to be separated. We've been together for ever since we can remember and I will kick anyone's ass if they try to break us up--"

" Woa, calm down Bulma. It's ok" Goku walked to her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder, then caressed it in a comforting way " Nothing will tear us apart. Not even five thousand, six hundred and eighty nine peanut butter-filled knives" he informed smiling sheepishly. Bulma rolled her eyes, a big smile decorating her features. Krllin walked himself over them as well

" Yeah, B. You don't have to worry about that! It's us you're talking about!" he said cheerily. Bulma nodded, sliding a strand of her blue traces behind her ear

" Ok, then. I was just over-worried I guess. You know me--"

" Excuse me.." a male with dark hair, eye glasses, holding a clipboard on his hand made his way inside the opened door room, interrupting their conversation " I'm sorry, but Mr. Dave Anderson sent me here to show you the models that are going to be working on the video you will be filming a day after tomorrow" he informed. Bulma, Krillin and Goku exchanged startled looks. Bulma shook her head, approaching the guy

" I-I'm not sure I-I h-heard you well" she stammered smiling nervously " Are you saying WE are going to perform on a video?" she asked again, her face showing tense, question features. The guy nodded

" Um…yeah?" he said with doubt "I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. This has probably been a long day for you all, but well, it's just so you can see who is who before the video; don't wanna send you lost out there to film…my name is Andrew. Andrew Crow…" he reached out his hand to Bulma. Bulma shook hands with the guy, the grin was so big, her lip corners almost touched her ears.

" It's nice to finally meet you" he continued "People in the company have been talking about how gorgeous you are. I guess they're all right about that one…" he complimented, enticing a slight blush run over her cheeks features. She raised her brows along with her wide smile

" Why, thank you. It's nice meeting you too. You are…?"

" I'm the video management coordinator. I will be working for all your videos to look good. I also wanted to ask you if you had any idea for a video in mind, you know, some people do. But it's too late. You can develop that with your mind a bit more refreshed. I'll just let the models in, they will introduce themselves. They'll talk to you for a while…" he removed the long sleeve from his wrist and took a look at his watch professionally " Well, only five minutes I guess. You need to rest. Tomorrow's a big day!" he said with an enthusiastic smile. Bulma raised her brows in assurance

" It sure is!" she added. Andrew suddenly started to look around, as if trying to find something missing. Bulma's frame became curious

" Um, I'm sorry but are you looking for--"

" Oh, I'm looking for that bad ass looking guitarist that drives Dave crazy" he cut her off with the explanation. Bulma shook her head

" What? How do you know he drives Dave crazy?" she asked, seeing as he kept looking around, not giving too much attention to her questions. He looked at her nodding his head a bit obvious

" Well, it's not that I know, but you could tell by David's reaction when I asked about him. Anyway, where is he? I was hoping the girls could get to meet him as well--"

" Well, Mr. Crow" interrupted Krillin walking his way. Andrew coughed

" Andrew, please. Who are you?" he asked reaching out his hand to him

" I'm Krillin. I play the battery on the back--"

" Nice to meet you--"

" Yeah, um Vegeta is not here right now. He took off somewhere after we finished recording our first song" he informed. Andrew's face grew upset

" What? How can that be? I wanted all the girls to meet the whole, entire band" he said lowly. Goku came from behind Krillin

" I doubt he'll be *pleased* to do that.." he stated ironically. Andrew furrowed his brows in question

" Why? Does he hate the group? He does hate the group, doesn't he? Maybe he just hates us--"

" Mr. Crow--" Bulma interrupted. Andrew lowered his glance

" Andrew…please" he corrected again. Bulma let out a low sigh

" Don't worry. I'll go find him. It won't take longer than five minutes. I'll be right back" she informed with a sarcastic yet pleasant smile on her face. Andrew flashed her one big, satisfied smile

" Can you do that, please?" he acquired sounding almost innocent. Bulma nodded while rolling her eyes

" I'll make sure he's here. Don't worry about it" she reassured, turning on her heel to walk out the door. Andrew winked at her

" Thank you" he said at her turned, walking away figure. She just waved a hand in the air and continued walking, who knows where??…

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Bulma walked through the hallways through which she had seen Vegeta disappear. He had taken off right after finding out that the song had been perfectly recorded, not letting anyone know where he was going to be at, or who he was going with…worse yet, what he was going to do…which pissed Bulma off to the maximum level. She thought the band was like a sports team: almost a second family.

" Who the hell does he think he is?! If he thinks he can just run away like that, and expect us to be worried for him then he's got another thing coming!! That creep!!" she talked to herself exasperated, angriness being present with every single breath she took. Her steps were more of loud stomps on the floor, her skin flushed with the overtaking madness

Bulma kept looking inside every single room with their doors opened on the seventh floor which all lead to different types of recording studios, some of them very expensive and some of them just nice…which was the cheapest thing you could find on David Anderson's Studio Company. Bulma sighed

" Whatever.." she said, ready to give up the search due to the fact of the sudden tiredness overtaking her legs. She turned around, only three more doors left behind her, when she heard the sound of an electronic guitar playing, not rough, but feverishly. She stopped dead on her tracks and looked behind her, searching for the door from which the passionate sound was coming out of. She walked to the first door, which was a pitch black of darkness recording studio with white, fine boarded rocks, which sparkled even throughout the darkness. The rocks covered almost the whole walls inside the place, except for the little room to record, which had the door opened this time.

Bulma gave a step inside, and the music kept growing even more beautiful. She was about to approach the place completely, but then she heard a soft, yet deep and masculine tone starting to sing with the tone of the music

"It must be your skin I'm sinking in
it must be for real cause now I can feel
and i didn't mind
it's not my kind
it's not my time to wonder why …"

Bulma fixated her doubtful stare inside the crystal clear made booth, and she felt something flip inside of her when in fact she found Vegeta sitting in the middle of the room, a black sweat pant and a gray tank top covering his body. He was playing his blue guitar in solitude his eyes only concentrated on playing the right notes out of the electronic device. His fingers lingered softly on the raw cords, his breathing going softly against the microphone. Bulma gulped hard and sat on the floor to try and hide herself away from his view as much as she could. She covered her mouth since she suddenly felt out of breath, which was unusually normal

" Oh my god…" she whispered to herself, setting her back against the only wall that could separate her from Vegeta's singing figure. She slid her head a little bit to the corner of the door frame, looking out of the corner of her eye at the playing Vegeta. He swallowed, closing his eyes to start the second part of the song

" Everything's gone white
and everything's gray
now your here, now you're away
I don't want this
remember that
I'll never forget where your at…"

He finished again, his breathing caressing slowly the microphone which was pretty much about to touch his lips. Bulma swallowed, returning her head back against the wall again

" Who is he singing to?" she whispered to herself again, then heard the music stop suddenly. She gasped lowly to herself, wondering if he had noticed her presence there and had stopped because of it. But her worries didn't last long for right after her low gasp, humming sounds started, still following the music path. She smiled a little, hearing him sound so…well…unlike him

"Don't let the days go by

Glycerine

Glycerine "

He finished without the music, just the tone of his voice performing. Bulma smiled a little bit wider now. Of all the thoughts she had about this mindless, creep, never in her life would she have expected seeing something like this. But it was happening right in front of her very eyes…and she couldn't deny it anymore. Whether it was the music, or the way he looked when he played guitar, or his deep yet beautiful voice singing a sweet song on the microphone, she had to accept the fact that he looked good…a little TOO good for his and her own good. She slid a strand of her blue hair behind her ear breathing out lowly in sudden exasperation

" Dammit. Attraction is not supposed to happen; it's not even allowed!" she whispered to herself angrily, then heard the tone Vegeta had just sang earlier playing on the guitar. She breathed in and looked through a little corner on the door frame

Vegeta's lips were touching the microphone ever so slightly, his hands playing the right tones to a perfect capacity. His eyes were closed in an attempt to keep himself in deep concentration. He continued singing

" I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one
Or do you lie ?
We live in a wheel
Where everyone steals
but when we rise it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad
You bruised my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste"

He finished, ready to start playing the chorus again when he heard a male voice calling his name out loud, as if looking for him from right out the hallway. He opened his eyes and looked out the door, frowning at the imbecile that had dared to interrupt him. Bulma's eyes shot right open widely. Though she was enjoying the music, and damming to hell whoever had dared to make him stop, she had to accept it was getting kind of late. She still had a lot of stuff to do and this new guy had appeared out of nowhere, presenting two models as an excuse of his sudden intrusion. She breathed in silently and crawled out the door as fast as she could, knowing that Vegeta was probably on his way outside as well…

Goku walked worriedly around the hallway, wondering off with every single recording booth he found on his way. He kept walking around, screaming Vegeta's name at the top of his lungs…until he saw Bulma crawling out the dark studio room, that is

" Bulma?" he furrowed his brows in question. Bulma raised a brow

" Goku?" she asked back, standing from her crawled position and dusting herself off. Vegeta joined the scene

" Woman?" he asked angered. Goku signaled him

" Vegeta?" he asked clueless. Vegeta turned to Goku

" Kakarot?" he questioned quite upset. Krillin appeared behind Goku

" Bulma, Vegeta?" he acquired quite breathless. Both Bulma and Vegeta turned to Krillin

" Krillin?" they both asked at the same time then turned to look one another. While Vegeta's dark orbs sparkled with something more than just plain emotion, Bulma could easily see the anger overtaking him. Maybe his mind was still on that song, and that's why his eyes weren't as dark and shadowy as usual.

The blue haired woman turned back to the group quickly, evading his powerful glance. She couldn't help but to wonder what the heck was that feeling that had suddenly run though her veins. It was not something she could ignore since it was taking over her own thoughts, yet she shook it off her

" Guys! Are we all together now? We need to go downstairs and meet with the guy and his models" she informed. Goku and Krillin nodded…of course Vegeta refused to

" No fucking way" he crossed his arms on his chest superiorly. Bulma raised her brows, breathing in slowly while blinking her eyes with patience. She then turned to him

" I am not going to beg for you to come. I don't need you to. Either you come with us or you stay out of the band. Your choice" she said sounding rather pissed. Vegeta raised a brow

" That is not a decision for you to make. You're not the boss around here--"

" I am the one who decides whether you stay or not so you might wanna start by seeing me as one"

" Such a weak figure as yourself could never be considered as a boss"

" And you consider yourself strong" she scoffed " Nice, Vegeta. You know what I heard? I heard that bipolar people (not to offend anyone!!) tend to have an ego such as yours" she informed, Krillin and Goku snickering behind her. Vegeta uncrossed his arms, his face filled with amusement, yet anger

" Were you just speaking about yourself, woman?" he asked ironically "You're the only one that throws those stupid 'emotional' tantrums every five damn minutes--"

" Listen you pointy haired asshole you are coming with us--"

" I am NOT going to any more ridiculous meetings, wench--"

" It is not a meeting. We need to get to know the models of our video--"

" What the hell do I care?!"

" Well, you should care because right now you're part of this group and it is important for you to know what we're up to. When the hell are you planning on giving up your stupid, arrogant attitude you creep?!" she asked, her tone raised a few knots. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her, then came closer to her soft skin, yet remaining a fair distance away from her

" How about never?" he asked sardonically, pleasure present in his features. Bulma narrowed her eyes right back at him

" You are the biggest asshole I've ever met" she turned on her heel. Vegeta followed behind her

" You are the loudest, blue haired freak I've--" he stopped abruptly when Bulma turned to him again

" You're an inconsiderate, stupid, arrogant, ignorant coward! Why the hell did you even try out to be a part of a band you really don't like to hang out with?" she asked infuriated. Vegeta gave a step closer to her, now evading her own personal space. Bulma wanted to step away…but yet she couldn't. His breathing against her skin felt so good, so comforting, so…

" I didn't say I disliked the band, just the vocalist.." he said with amusement yet again, knowing how probably the words were driving Bulma to the end point of madness. Bulma raised her brow arrogantly

" Too bad asshole because if it wasn't for me, this band would not be here at all" she shot back. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her even more

" Who says you're not disposable?" he asked in his low, menacing tone. Bulma shrugged her shoulders

" What makes you think you're not?" she shot back again wisely, both of them breathing in each others faces.

" I'm good at what I do" he replied. Bulma twitched her brows

" So am I" she responded, the heated argument getting more intense with each passing second. Goku stood between the couple to try and calm things down

" Guys, come on. This is like the millionth time I've had to step between you two so you can stop fighting. Give it up already! So, Vegeta's good…and so Bulma's the boss. Can't you just cope with the differences" he asked tiredly. Bulma and Vegeta kept staring at each others angrily

" I totally disagree with you on that, Goku" Bulma answered still looking harshly into Vegeta's eyes. Vegeta frowned harder

" I refuse to listen to that, Kakarot" he answered coldly. Goku rolled his eyes

" Fine, I'm hungry and I'm tired anyway. I'm going back to sleep.." he stepped out of Bulma and Vegeta's way " Krillin, are you with me?" he asked, at which Krillin just nodded in agreement. The two guys turned their backs on the present, tense environment and went out the door, totally ignoring the fact that these two could literally tear each others apart to pieces…

" What are you gonna do now, woman? Your little friends are not here to help you anymore" he teased smirking. Bulma shrugged

" I am a powerful woman. I can defend myself without the need of physical reactions" she answered wisely. Vegeta scoffed

" Please woman, you're cracking me up!" he chuckled. Bulma rolled her eyes

" You're just a big baby. Gosh! If you don't get what you want you'll start crying, won't you?" she asked, a triumphal grin appearing on her features seeing as Vegeta missed out with a come back on that one. Yet his eyes had some kind of material lust against her deep, blue ocean orbs, something amazingly weird for a guy like him. He swallowed

" You wouldn't know what I want" he replied, his voice sounding more hoarsely and less mad. Bulma arched a brow, obviously taking his last statement as a joke

" Oh? Really? What makes you think I don't know that you low brain jackass? Please…enlighten me" she said sarcastically. Vegeta smirked darkly, his glance being that of the most merciless, ruthless guy on Earth.

In a smooth movement, he had placed her in a difficult position. He had cornered her against the nearest wall possible, his hips locking her own to keep her steady in the right place. His hands were both above her shoulder, but instead of being on her body, they were on the wall, as if he was holding on for support. Their stomachs were engaged together as well. Bulma could do nothing more than just breathe. Of course she wanted him to let her go …or did she?

Their eyes met for the first time ever since he had played the move on her. If she could see any better, Bulma could tell that their lips were almost touching. She could feel Vegeta's breathing going against her closed lips, his chest inflating and deflating every time he took his short, yet powerful breaths would make their bodies even closer to one another

Vegeta licked his lips, examining her face carefully, and smirking at the sight of seeing her lips. His eyes became playful black pits filled with desire. He looked into her eyes once more, his smirk bringing their lips even more together, then looked back down into her lips again which she had now opened slightly.

Bulma breathed in cautiously yet remained silent. He wouldn't hurt her…for some reason she was sure of that. Maybe it was because he knew Goku and Krillin would kick his ass if he did. Or maybe it was because…he…cared???

" Let's say I want you. What are you going to do about it?" he whispered lowly, in his rather cold yet hot tone of voice. Bulma swallowed and tried to answer, but her words were caught when Vegeta's smooth lips were swiftly pressed against her own, a smooching kiss coming out as a result. It was short yet warm, which Bulma regretted. She wanted to stop herself from thinking she wanted more…but it seemed even more impossible with each second that passed by.

Vegeta leaned and kissed her again, as if he was granting Bulma's desires. Bulma felt his tongue inside her rather quick, yet it didn't bother her. His movements weren't slow or fast…they were just pleasant, burning, suave. She wouldn't mind staying there the rest of the night, as long as it was kissing Vegeta.

She knew the type of smooth guy he was, which all resumed to one word inside her mind: dangerous. But yet again, she couldn't bring herself to stop. His taste was like nothing else in the world, that was for sure. But it was his way that intrigued her even more…

Suddenly, Bulma broke the kiss, both of them maintaining their eyes very much closed

" Stop. We don't know what we do…" she whispered against his lips, placing her hands on his chest gently. She lowered her head, which made Vegeta's lips travel all the way to her forehead. He started placing short kisses there while she gasped lowly and inaudible, nothing he would notice. Her purpose was to try and contain herself from taking the wrong action…

After much struggle, it was vain. His lips were too tempting, his body too decontrolling. Bulma decided to look up again. Surrendering, she found his lips with her own and pressed them together in another smooth kiss. After a short time, Vegeta managed to break the kiss again

" Damn, woman. You taste good" he whispered on her lips, enticing her cheeks to flush slightly with a bit of a rosy color. Bulma swallowed closing her eyes as Vegeta leaned in an attempt to kiss her once more. Their lips touched with such a great art…which was interrupted by the door of the hallway being opened…

Behind the door came no other than Dave Anderson himself, his frame quite upset. Both Vegeta and Bulma turned to the door quickly, the kiss broken faster than the speed of light. Vegeta pushed himself gently away from her, while Bulma got her body away from the wall gently. Both of them were kind of blushing, alarmed at the fact of being caught, although Vegeta would never admit himself of doing such thing. It was an obvious reaction.

Bulma fixed her shirt right up while Vegeta stood beside her steady, looking in front of him not to David but in realization of the sequence of events that had just happened. The thoughts inside Vegeta's heads were traveling with great speed, confusing him at the moment of what had just happened. David finally made his way to them

" We've been waiting for half an hour downstairs, Briefs" he complained signaling his watch, his face growing more upset when he saw the guy standing beside her. Bulma cleared her throat

" Yes. I'm sorry. We should get going" she slid a strand of her silky blue hair behind her ear repented. Vegeta turned his head to the side with a half smile pasted on his lips, his nose almost brushing her head. He then turned to Anderson, smirking evilly while he glanced at him. Dave shook his head

" I shall have a talk about this later. Now on your go. You need to rest for tomorrow's press conference" he shared a mean look with Vegeta then turned on his heel.

" Come along, you two. We've been in a hold for far too long" he informed, walking away with fast steps. Bulma followed behind him, never making eye contact with Vegeta, who stared as she started to walk away. He reached out to hold her hand, which he easily achieved, making her stop dead on her tracks and turn to look at him again

" Not now. We're late--" she started, but was cut off by Vegeta pressing his lips against her own again, this time as if he was demanding for a kiss. Bulma smiled in the kiss and responded back, only to be stopped by a hard clap coming from Anderson

" You will quit that right now!" he ordered, making them break apart again this time faster, since the kiss had all been a sneaky play from Vegeta. Bulma shook her head

" Yes, sir. We're coming…" she ran down the hallway. Vegeta watched her go as if she was a healthy prey. The kind of prey that every animal in a jungle desires substantially. He then smirked to himself.

" Welcome to the game" he whispered, then followed right behind her SINCE he had nothing BETTER to do…

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Exactly seven minutes later

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" Hi I'm 18..." a blonde, blue eyed woman introduced herself as she stood in front of the red couch inside the office in which the band was sitting in. She flashed them a perfect smile as the perfect model she was, her clothes immediately impressing all the guys inside the room.

She was wearing a turquoise top that cut off at her perfect navel, a low cut long khaki pant matching her beautiful top, which looked more like a tank top. Her hair was grabbed in a cute ponytail, strands of blonde silky strands falling delicately on her angelic face. She was hardly wearing make up which made her natural beauty even more resembled.

Right behind her came a black haired woman with marked factions yet a delicate body mixing her whole beautiful being. Her hair was long, silky and blacker than the very same black color. The lazy traces fell divided, some of it falling on her chest while the other rest fell on her back, almost touching her own ass. If it wasn't for the white color of her skin, she would definitely be Indian…a beautiful black haired Indian

She wore a peach tank top which also cut off at her perfect navel, only showing the perfect features of her stomach. She matched her great top with some low cut sandblasted long jeans which made the total outfit just perfect.

The black haired woman flashed one of her perfect modeling smiles at the band

" Hello, I'm Chichi" she said softly and elegantly, her angel expressions impressive to the whole crowd…except for Bulma of course. She was kind of against the fact of showing that much of a body so people could say you were 'hot'. The point of showing off was, in one word: ridiculous.

Krillin reached his hand out at 18

" Ni-Nice to se-see you" he shut his mouth clumsily " I mean, meet you. Nice to meet you" he chuckled nervously, a sweat drop forming at the edge of his forehead. Vegeta chuckled evilly

" Yo' baldie. Loosen up. It will take longer to fu--"

" Hi, I'm Bulma" the blue haired girl grinned happily, interrupting Vegeta's words by reaching out her hand to 18 right in front of him. Vegeta frowned at the fact of being shut, yet remained silent. 18 looked at Vegeta harshly, noticing the rudeness he had just expressed, then turned away and shook hands with Bulma

" Hi. Nice to meet you. Do you have any idea of what this video is going to be about?" she asked. Bulma shook her head doubtful

" No. But I guess we'll find out tomorrow.." she replied. Chichi joined the scene

" Hi, I'm Chichi" she shook hands with Bulma. " I kind of realize you must be tired. Singing the whole day, huh? I guess this should be exciting" said the black haired woman enthusiastically. Vegeta joined the scene besides Bulma

" She hasn't been singing the whole day" he informed as a matter of factly. 18 raised her brows

" Mind me? What has she been doing the whole entire day then?" she asked. Bulma looked at Vegeta warningly while he returned his glance at her smirking

" She's been busy…" he teased her lips with his eyes. Bulma breathed in, narrowing her eyes at him

" Doing what?" acquired the blonde bombshell yet again. Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. Never taking his eyes off her he managed to answer

" What do you care?" unmannerly. Bulma never took her eyes off him either, both of them remaining silent for the moment. Krillin interrupted the conversation

" I guess you've met Vegeta. He's our bass guitarist. Goku right here is our other guitarist. I'm the batterist, and the woman right in front of you is our female vocalist" he introduced them all. 18 and Chichi looked delighted to one another

" Oh Kame! Isn't it cool to find a female guitarist with such a group of good looking men?" asked Chichi almost whispery. 18 nodded

" I know" she whispered back the two girls falling into a silent laughter.

Bulma was still looking at Vegeta rather pissed. When no one else was really paying attention to them, Bulma mouthed the words 'stop it right now' at him. Vegeta smirked then mouthed back 'why should I?" shrugging his shoulders. Bulma shook her head in disbelief and decided to pay attention to that later. The whole thing was giving her a headache. Who knows what new problems were about to engage with the light of the sun?…

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End of Ch.4. Well, I hope you guys all got the message up there. This is a resume of it: vote at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/0-DBZ-FanFiction/ for the NC-17 rating option to be reinstated. Your vote could save FF.Net.

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