Club for your life!!! by SaiyanMad

Bulma looked him over critically.

"Veggie, I think you're gonna have to change out of you spandex training gear.  You don't wear that for clubbing, you have to wear an –um -special kind of clothing.  Yeah that's right!!!  You have to wear plain black trousers and any coloured shirt."

"Funny customs you humans have," Vegeta grumbled.

"Let me see what clothes you have," said Bulma, "I've done it before so I know what people wear."

"Fine, if you must," Vegeta muttered.

***

She searched through his only closet.  He didn't have many clothes, only one pair of black leather trousers with studs all over them (A/N: !!!!!) and a deep red shirt with laced up front instead of buttons.

"OK," Bulma said, "you can wear these.  Just DON'T muck them up!"

She giggled slightly, bending over and squeezing her breasts together so her cleavage sort of… expanded.

"Let's go, Veg-head!"

"Wait a minute!" expostulated Vegeta. "What weapons are we going to use?  I thought we needed… clubs… to go clubbing!!!"

"Uh… well nowadays it's a lot more modern… so you use these."  Bulma handed him a mobile phone.  "What you do is, you hold it up to your ear, say something into it and the area around you explodes, killing lots of people…"

"Hn.  Sounds good to me!!!" smirked Vegeta.  "What weapon will you have?"

"Oh… um…" said Bulma, flustered.  She dug around in her bag.  "This fake lipstick tube shoots deadly beams.  I better not get it mixed up with my other real one though…. heh heh…"

"Right.  Give me a minute to change."

***

They pulled up outside the club in Bulma's red convertible.

"Do they always have big lights and stuff like this?" asked Vegeta.

"Uh… yes.  You see, it's a kind of… theme.  Everybody pretends that they are at a party for about the first hour and then the lights suddenly go down and the fighting begins."

*Oh Lord* she thought *Just what am I getting myself into?  Veg-head is gonna KILL me! *

"Hn.  You earthlings have some strange traditions.  That 'birthday' one… I never could understand that one either."

"Oh forget it, Veg!!!  Let's dance while we still can!"

***

Bulma was exhausted.  Loads of guys had asked her to dance, and when she wasn't dancing with a partner she forced Vegeta to dance with her… once.  Never again.  It was a bit like dancing with a mixture of a big rock and a thunderstorm… basically, impossible.

"Wo-man…" Vegeta groaned. "When is the bashing starting?"

"Uh… soon…" Bulma murmured, feeling worse by the minute. "Oh my God!!!  That guy just nicked your phone… I mean, weapon!"

"Hah."  Vegeta swung round, hit the guy on the head and grabbed his 'weapon'.  "Let's say I've given the clubbing a 'kick-start'." he grinned.

"Why… you…" One of the guy's friends ran over.  "How dare you do that to my friend?  Ooh I'm gonna get you!"

He swung a punch at Vegeta but it didn't land anywhere near the target.  With a contemptuous flick of his wrist, Vegeta sent the man crashing into the other wall.

"Hey… look… what's going on… oh my God… Vegeta and Bulma… HOW DID YOU GET HIM TO GO PARTYING WITH YOU???"

"What???" screeched Vegeta.

"What!!!" shrieked Bulma. "Yamcha you imbecile… oh shit… Veg figured it out…"

"WO-MAN…" Boy was Vegeta looking angry.  "YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT YOU DRAGGED ME TO THIS PLACE TO DANCE???  NOT TO CLUB PATHETIC HUMANS???  You made me come to a place that that IDIOT frequents???  THE HUMILIATION!!!"

Vegeta was advancing slowly on Bulma who was retreating with small whimpers of fear.

Yamcha swallowed loudly.  "OK… I know I am going to regret this…"

"Now look here Vegeta!"  He stepped in front of Bulma.  "You… you can't…"

Vegeta growled.

"Uh… never mind!" Yamcha squeaked.  He ran off, out of the club.

"Uh…" Bulma whimpered.  "I… need to go to the bathroom… be back in a minute!"

She scampered off.  *Phew, that was a close one. *  She pulled out her lipstick and started applying it. *I wonder if… *

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

She turned.  The last thing she saw was Vegeta, in a ladies' washroom, grabbing for her lipstick.  Then he landed on top of her, and she blacked out.