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Summary-Honestly, it's the 4th chapter! You don't need this, do you? Come to think of it, why do I even bother putting this summary thing on each chapter?

Moon Goddess: (J-chan's best friend) Because you want a reason to make comical rants?

Sailor J-chan: Oh yeah! 'Neways, enjoy the fic!

Dancing Is A Strenuous Activity

Prince Vegeta was the most handsome man Bulma had ever seen. His black hair was spiky, in a widow's peak. He was well-muscled, though he didn't look like he was on steroids like the tall, bald guy next to him. His eyes were stoic and casual, as if he were surveying the landscape.

'Oh my God,' he thought to himself, as his eyes landed on a blue-haired beauty staring at him with sparkling eyes. 'That girl is so hot.'

Unbeknownst to him, his tail unwrapped from his waist and began twitching. His mother, Queen Ivy, noticed this and smiled. A tail twitching meant a Saiyan male was attracted to a female. When she saw his eyes were on Bulma, she broke out in a grin. No matter what her husband said, putting that smart, sexy little Earth girl on the list had been a good idea.

With the Prince passing through the doors, the ball continued. Keely walked off to flirt with her boyfriend. 18 walked off to the punch bowl, and Chichi ran off in search of Kakarotto. Kali shrugged and went to find the refreshment table. (Where she really shouldn't be going…In real life, my friend Nicole gets on sugar high)

Bulma stood there, scarcely breathing. He was…was he really coming right at her?

Bulma took a deep breath and composed herself. 'Just remember, Bulma,' she thought to herself, 'keep it cool, and Vegeta won't notice your palms are sweating. Oh my God! No! My palms are sweating! God, what if he tries to dance with me? Oh man, I really wish there was a sink around here…'

Bulma tried to compose herself. A nervous smile crept onto her face as Vegeta approached her. He opened his mouth, and…

"Vegeta!" Samantha called flirtatiously, stepping inbetween him and Bulma.

"Samantha!" Vegeta said weakly. "How nice to see you." 'Not' he added in his head.

"I was sure I wouldn't find you in the crowd. Come, let's dance!"

Samantha grabbed his arm and pulled him away. Vegeta muttered stuff under his breath best not mentioned. (My Dad won't let me curse anymore…) Rules of the competition strictly said that the Prince must except all invitations to dance from the girls on the list. Normally, he'd just blow off the rules, but he really didn't want to face his father's wrath.

Bulma stomped her heel on the floor in pure rage and stalked off to sulk in the corner, refusing any offer to dance.

18 wasn't exactly the live wire of the party, either. She was standing by a table, drinking her 5th glass of punch.

"Hey, you can get drunk off that," a small voice said to her. "Don't ask me how, but you can."

"Hello, Krillin," 18 said, ignoring the warning and pouring another glass of punch.

"You actually remembered my name," Krillin said before he could stop himself.

"Of course I did," 18 said haughtily. "What, you think I have Alzheimer's or something?"

"No," Krillin said hastily. "It's just that, most girls I meet instantly forget my name after their football player boyfriend picks them up from school. That's what happened with my girlfriend, Maron, before I left Earth."

"You were on Earth?" 18 asked incredulously.

"I'm a natural-born Earthling. See? No tail." Indeed, there was no tail sticking out the back of him. "My grandfather, Orin, is a very respected martial artist on Earth, so King Vegeta sent for him."

"Why'd you go with him?" 18 asked, sipping her punch.

"My parents died a long time ago…"

18 choked on the punch, spitting out a little of it. It landed on his very shiny forehead.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," 18 said. "About both things," she added, handing him a napkin. "How did it happen?"

"Mom died in childbirth, and Dad committed suicide after leaving me with Grandfather."

"That's…sad," 18 said, unused to people confiding in her like this. "I lost someone important to me, too."

"Really? Who?" Krillin asked, genuinely concerned.

"My twin brother, 17. He…he was murdered by this…this killer called Cell."

"I'm so sorry," Krillin said, touching her arm.

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

The two stood in silence before Krillin cleared his throat. "So, um, 18…" he stuttered. "Would you…will you…dance with me?"

18 looked at him strangely, before relaxing into a smile. "Sure, Krillin. Of course."

'What about your #1 Rule?' one side of 18's mind asked.

'Rules are made to be broken,' the other side of 18 thought back with satisfaction, taking the dance floor with Krillin.

'Where could Kakarotto be?' Chichi thought, looking around the room. 'He should be here.'

"BOO!" A pair of hand grabbed her sides.

"GAH!" she yelled, whirling around. "Kakarotto!" she scolded playfully, gently slapping his shoulder. "Don't do that!"

He grinned at her with that irresistible Son Grin, taking her hand. "Do you want to dance with me?"

"Sure!" Chichi exclaimed, a bit eagerly.

"Let's go," Kakarotto said, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Kakarotto was not one of the universe's best dancers, and Chichi had bruised feet to show for it. But she didn't care. Already, she was falling for him head over heels.

Vegeta was getting greatly annoyed at Samantha. She was like a fruit fly, always in his face, always pestering him, always showing up at the least opportune moments. He would've brushed her off, but his father wouldn't allow it, and his father's rage was something to be reckoned with. In any case, an argument with King Vegeta took hours and got increasingly annoying with each time. Even more annoying than Samantha Zenith, if that was physically possible.

Already he had danced 12 times with her, and there had only been 12 songs. It was amazing, the endless supply of energy this little whore had. All through the time he was with her, she was smiling in his face, giggling, winking at him. Vegeta had to refrain from slapping her many times, though he did purposely step on her feet. It was astounding that Samantha was still walking.

Inbetween dances, he took the time to look at the other competitors. Cleo, Nydia, and Ilana were all in a little group, staring at him with those blonde cheerleader eyes. (I once again apologize to smart cheerleaders/blondes) Sylvia and Diana, the two friends, were standing at the refreshment table, talking with Kali. Chichi, of course, was dancing with Kakarotto, and Krillin had stopped dancing with 18 and was instead talking to her about Earth. 'So, Bakarotto and Cue Ball managed to nab themselves some girls,' he thought. 'Those two are out of the question. Those three blondes are too rapped up in themselves to be worthwhile. They'd totally ruin the name of the Saiyan Queens. So, the only real girls in the competition are Bulma, Sylvia, Diana, and Kali. And this slut, Samantha, is pushing herself into the competition.'

It was soon nearing the end of the ball. Vegeta hadn't danced with anyone except Samantha, and Bulma hadn't danced at all.

This was it! They were announcing the last dance.

"Finally," Vegeta muttered.

"What was that, Veggie?" Samantha asked with her false, sugar-sweet voice.

"Don't call me that," he growled at her.

"Whatever you want," Samantha said in that grating voice that could drive you crazy.

Across the room, 18 looked at Samantha, then at Chichi. She nodded. Project B+V was underway.

"Excuse me for a moment, Krillin," 18 said, standing p from her chair by the wall. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be right back," Chichi said to Kakarotto, setting down her glass of punch.

"Samantha!" 18 said with a façade of worry.

"What?" Samantha said irritably, turning to face her worst enemy.

"Something's happened to Nydia!" 18 said, putting up her best front.

"Nydia! Oh no!" Samantha yelled. "Take me to her, 18!"

"Come with me." 18 said, biting down her laughter. She grabbed Samantha's arm and pulled her away.

"Excuse me, Prince Vegeta, but I think this young lady has been waiting to dance with you." Chichi pushed Bulma over to in front of Vegeta. She gave her friend the thumbs-up and went back to Kakarotto.

"Where's Nydia?" Samantha demanded of 18 from 20 feet away.

"At GY," 18 answered.

"GY? What's that?"

"Got ya," 18 said, finally bursting into laughter. She pointed past Samantha to Vegeta.

Samantha turned around…to see Bulma and Vegeta dancing!

"Why you little…" Samantha seethed, whirling around. But 18 had already run off to join Krillin.

"Too bad this is the last dance," Bulma said to Vegeta, smiling faintly.

"Hm," Vegeta groaned a little in response.

It was a little odd for them to talk, being how Bulma was the main end of the conversation.

'Note to self, Vegeta's not a good talker,' Bulma thought as the dance ended.

"Good night, Prince Vegeta," Bulma said as the room began to empty, curtseying.

She thought she felt something furry snake around her leg, but when she looked up, there was nothing on her leg. And Vegeta had left.

"So? How'd it go?" Chichi asked Bulma as they met up in the hallway.

"Well, Vegeta's not much of a talker or dancer," Bulma said. "I don't know a single thing about him so far. So, in other words…he's perfect."

"Thought so," 18 said. "Come on, our suite awaits."

The three friends started down the hallway.

They reached their door, only to find a note taped onto it.

Bulma pulled it down and opened it. "Oh my God," she whispered after reading it.

"What's wrong?" Chichi asked, concerned.

Bulma handed her the note.

Written in red were the words:

YOU'LL BE PUNISHED.

18 rolled her eyes, opened the door, making sure to slam it in the face of Samantha, who was crouching behind it, and went to get changed for bed.

Hey, ya'll! J-chan's got Chap. 4 up! Sorry for all of you who wanted some B/V action, but all my ideas just kind flew out the window! If anyone has ideas, please tell me in a review!

PREVIEW: The girls dress up in 60's style clothes and rock on to their fave pop tunes! Of course, the boys all see them. Talk about embarrassing! Or is it…?