Chapter 3

The minute that Bra stopped the car, Marron was out, and on her way to the club entrance. Bra rolled her eyes, and Pan giggled.

"Don't you find it amazing," said Bra, "that she's the eldest here, and yet she's the least mature."

Pan laughed again. "You'd act like that too, if you grew up with Trunks and Goten."

"Excuse me, that's my boyfriend you're insulting there!"

"Yeah, and my husband too. Like I care. Come on, we'd better catch up to her. Before she gets too far ahead of us, and finds some guy."

Bra and Pan climbed out of the car, and strolled coolly to the club, where Marron was waiting impatiently.

"Bra, hurry up!" she cried. "I can't get in without you!"

Bra smirked, and purposely slowed her walk. If looks could kill, Bra would have been paying King Kai a visit. Marron was not known for her patience. Finally, Bra and Pan joined Marron at the front. There was a huge group of people, all lining up to get inside. A bouncer was…politely telling them that entry to the club was exclusive to ticket-holders only. Bra, Pan and Marron walked straight up to the bouncer.

"Tickets?" he growled.

"We don't actually have physical tickets, but we did make a reservation," Bra purred. The bouncer just looked at her.

"You think no one's tried that already? Get out of here, you hussies."

Bra frowned. "Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Bra Briefs Vegeta. My brother is a personal friend of your boss, and if you don't let me in, I swear, I'll make sure you never get work as a bouncer again."

The bouncer was still unfazed. He was about to tell them to leave again, when a familiar voice called out, "Marron? Hey, Marron!"

All three girls looked to see who was calling out. They simultaneously spotted a dark-skinned male, grinning and waving to them from inside the club. He ran over to them.

"Uub! What are you doing here?" Marron asked.

"Having some fun – what does it look like?" Uub answered. Uub and Marron had met several years ago at a Z-warrior get-together. Although she was older than him, they had started going out, and stayed together for almost two years (a record for Marron). Even when they had broken up, the remained friends…well, most of the time anyway.

"You know Pan and Bra, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. I was trained by Pan's grandfather." Uub grinned again, and Bra found herself checking him out. "Great to see you Pan. Sorry I couldn't make it to the wedding."

"Sorry to interrupt the greetings," said Marron, "but can you tell this ugly brute to let us in? Trunks rang today and was told it would be cool for us to get in!"

Uub laughed. He punched the bouncer lightly on the shoulder. "You moron! Don't you know who this is?" He pointed at Bra. "This is Bra Briefs Vegeta! Capsule Corp. heiress. You'd better let her in!"

The bouncer grumbled something, but reluctantly moved aside to let the girls in. They all thanked Uub the minute they were inside.

"Oh, by the way, Uub, how did you get in?" Pan asked. "I know you don't have the money for this sort of place."

"Hey!" Uub pretended to be offended. "We can't all marry an insanely rich guy, Pan. Well…I know the owner, so he gave me a free ticket."

"Yeah, that's how we got in. Trunks knew the owner too. Of course, we could have probably afforded the tickets."

"Yeah, alright, rub it in, rub it in!"

Uub stayed with the girls for a little while, until he realised that it was a Girls' Night Out. He hastily left, telling them that he'd probably see them around later in the night.

Marron's plan worked surprisingly well. An hour into the night – through Bra's dancing – she had scored a guy. He was shorter than her, with no neck, and would have made a good dwarf if he grew a beard. Bra and Pan didn't bother finding out his name; Marron would be rid of him within a week.

Pan needed a rest – she still wasn't quite back in shape. She found an empty table, and after buying a glass of coke, sat down. Less than five minutes later, a moronic looking guy appeared at the table.

"Hey, baby," he slurred. "Wanna dance?"

Pan held up her hand so that the guy could easily see her wedding ring. "I think even an idiot like you knows that this means PISS OFF!!!"

The guy wandered off, looking slightly dejected. Pan smiled smugly to herself. I guess my figure isn't as bad as Bra and Marron think!

With Marron making out with her midget, and Pan resting, Bra was left dancing by herself. She thought nothing of it, until a sleaze came up behind her, and put his arm around her. He smelt like garlic and sweat, vaguely disguised by men's cologne. She turned around to look at him, and couldn't help screwing up her nose in disgust. Bra guessed that this guy's father owned a restaurant, less greasy than his hair.

"Hey gorgeous," the guy purred, in a voice that sounded remarkably like a ride-on lawn mower running over a rake. "Are you single?"

At least he asked, was the only thought that crossed Bra's mind. "No."

"Is your boyfriend here?"

Any belief that this guy was in any way decent was instantly snuffed. Bra had the perfect come back. "No, but you'd better not be here when he is."

The sleaze may have been less deterred if Uub had not arrived at that moment. He had seen the guy annoying Bra, and the disgusted look on her face.

"Is this guy giving you shit, Bra?" Uub asked, staring the guy down.

Bra smirked. She had the best idea. She said to the sleaze, "I told you not to be here when he was." She draped her arms around Uub's neck. "Yes, darling, he is. He's been hitting on me. I told him how mad that'd make you, but he just wouldn't listen!"

Uub smirked back at Bra, realising what she was doing – but not before blushing slightly. With one arm firmly around Bra's shoulders, he poked his finger at the guy's chest. "If you so much as look at my girlfriend again, I'll mess you up so bad, you'll never be able to use those greasy hands again."

Bra added to the effect of Uub's words by giving the guy a stern glare. Not that she needed to; Uub could do everything he'd threatened the guy with and more.

As soon as the sleaze had scurried away like the insect he was, Bra and Uub both started laughing.

"Very nice, Uub," Bra giggled.

"It was your idea," replied Uub. "I just carried it out."

"Well, thanks. I don't think he would have left me alone if you hadn't showed up."

"Yeah, hot…I mean, attractive girls shouldn't be by themselves in nightclubs – even in places as high class as this. You'd be surprised how many sleazy guys have rich fathers." Uub looked to where Marron and the neck-less dwarf were still at it. "You seem to have served the purpose Marron had for you. Wanna hang out with my friends for the rest of the night?"

"Sure. Let me just get Pan. I don't want to leave her by herself – Trunks would kill me!" Bra half-danced to where Pan was sitting. "Hey Pan-chan, since Marron's found a man – ugly as he may be – wanna hang out with Uub and his friends for the rest of the night?"

"Okay, sure," answered Pan. She stood up, and they started back towards Uub.

"Some of his friends might want to sit too, which would be so much better than sitting alone. You'd have someone to talk to and protect you."

"Yeah, I know! Some guy came up and asked me to dance before. I had to use my wedding ring to get rid of him."

"Hehe, same. Except I used Uub."

Uub led Pan and Bra to his group of seven friends, and introduced them. Pan was sure that one of the guys had been Marron's man almost straight after Uub. She wondered how Uub could still be friends with him. She also noticed the ditzy brunette on the guy's arm, and wondered if he or Marron had called it off. Both seemed equally probable.

The rest of the night was great for both girls. Pan danced several times more, but had to sit down quite a lot. Each time she did, there was always two or three others also resting. Bra was able to dance as much as she wanted – and as sexily as she wanted – almost without fear. On the couple of occasions that a guy did try to dance with her, Bra simply started dancing with Uub.

Uub managed to hide the blissful smile that graced his lips every time this happened.

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