"Look at them, Krillin," Yamcha muttered. He was glaring at the mystery man, mumbling curses under his breath.
"Ah, you're just jealous. You'll get over her. Or she'll get over this little spat and come back to you," Krillin reassured him.
"They make me sick. So, so close like that...hey, he's suppressing his chi. I wonder why. It feels strangely familiar, too." He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Hey, that girl over there sure seems interested in you..." Krillin elbowed him and pointed to one of the old coot's daughters.
"Huh? She does?" Yamcha's eyes shot open. He waved at the girl, who beckoned him over for a dance. Shooting a glare at the back of the man Bulma was dancing with, he went over and started to dance with her.
"They're still looking at me...can't figure it out," The mystery man told her. He glanced around between steps, smirking.
"That's their problem. Wonder what's going through their minds," She said.
"Probably madly racking their brains, trying to figure out who I am. Oh well," He breathed. They danced on.
They danced well into the last song. It was two minutes before the big clock was to hit Midnight, when it ended. Several people had already either left or taken off their masks.
"Okay, let's count 'er down!" Jounichi, the lead singer, started to count with the crowd.
"10...9...8...7...6...5..." Bulma let go of the mystery man. With polite yet hurried steps, he slipped off into the main CC building, leaving her alone. "4...3...2...1...0!"
Everyone had removed their masks. Bulma avoided her friends at first, to see off the older people as they left, thanking them for coming and for their contributions to Capsule Corp. Then Krillin and Goku came up to her.
"Say, Bulma..." Goku started.
"Who was that guy you were dancing with?" Krillin finished.
"Oh, him? Just my new boyfriend. You wouldn't know him," She mysteriously smiled, and looked to the stage. The Doves were getting ready to play the pop show.
"Jounichi! Wait!" She almost ran to catch his attention.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Briefs?" He smiled.
"Umm, can you not do the pop show? I know it was on the itenerary, but...It's just too late. Sorry," She said.
"Oh, no prob, Ms. B! You heard her boys, take her down," He started to help his bandmates disassemble their instruments, while Bulma drifted off to say goodby to her friends.
"We had a really great time, Bulma! Thanks for inviting us!" Chichi smiled, and led Goku off to their car. He was already fighting a losing battle to keep his eyelids open.
"Hey, thanks, Bulma! It was fun, but what about the aftershow?" Krillin shook her hand.
"Oh, I'm just too tired. Sorry. Bye Krillin!" She yawned and waved him off.
Next came Yamcha. She crossed her arms, and looked at him.
'Oh, boy,' He thought.
"Hope you had a great time, bye!" She turned her back on him, coldly.
"B-but Bulma! Look, I'm sorry for...y'know...I...it.....I'm just sorry, okay?" He took her hand and smiled.
"Sorry won't cut it this time, Yamcha! It's over!" She started to walk to the door the mystery man had dissappeared off through.
"Please? Don't go," He begged. She stuck her head out the door and said something, when the man appeared again.
"Oh, waah. I bet I could take that baka on anyday. Who are you?" Yamcha looked at the masked man.
He had begun to laugh, a cold ruthless chuckle.
"I have a pest bothering me. Can you take care of him.....Vegeta?" She smoothly untied his mask. The frigid eyes behind it glared deep into Yamcha, making him quiver to the bone.
"Anytime, dearest..." Vegeta took off his tuxedo jacket and smirked. Cracking his knuckles, he powered up and went for the human.
"Vegeta?! No way! You're dating THAT THING?!?!" Yamcha blocked a punch, panting.
Vegeta dug into him. By the time he was through, Bulma had called an ambulance for the poor fool.
"Ah, you're just jealous. You'll get over her. Or she'll get over this little spat and come back to you," Krillin reassured him.
"They make me sick. So, so close like that...hey, he's suppressing his chi. I wonder why. It feels strangely familiar, too." He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Hey, that girl over there sure seems interested in you..." Krillin elbowed him and pointed to one of the old coot's daughters.
"Huh? She does?" Yamcha's eyes shot open. He waved at the girl, who beckoned him over for a dance. Shooting a glare at the back of the man Bulma was dancing with, he went over and started to dance with her.
"They're still looking at me...can't figure it out," The mystery man told her. He glanced around between steps, smirking.
"That's their problem. Wonder what's going through their minds," She said.
"Probably madly racking their brains, trying to figure out who I am. Oh well," He breathed. They danced on.
They danced well into the last song. It was two minutes before the big clock was to hit Midnight, when it ended. Several people had already either left or taken off their masks.
"Okay, let's count 'er down!" Jounichi, the lead singer, started to count with the crowd.
"10...9...8...7...6...5..." Bulma let go of the mystery man. With polite yet hurried steps, he slipped off into the main CC building, leaving her alone. "4...3...2...1...0!"
Everyone had removed their masks. Bulma avoided her friends at first, to see off the older people as they left, thanking them for coming and for their contributions to Capsule Corp. Then Krillin and Goku came up to her.
"Say, Bulma..." Goku started.
"Who was that guy you were dancing with?" Krillin finished.
"Oh, him? Just my new boyfriend. You wouldn't know him," She mysteriously smiled, and looked to the stage. The Doves were getting ready to play the pop show.
"Jounichi! Wait!" She almost ran to catch his attention.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Briefs?" He smiled.
"Umm, can you not do the pop show? I know it was on the itenerary, but...It's just too late. Sorry," She said.
"Oh, no prob, Ms. B! You heard her boys, take her down," He started to help his bandmates disassemble their instruments, while Bulma drifted off to say goodby to her friends.
"We had a really great time, Bulma! Thanks for inviting us!" Chichi smiled, and led Goku off to their car. He was already fighting a losing battle to keep his eyelids open.
"Hey, thanks, Bulma! It was fun, but what about the aftershow?" Krillin shook her hand.
"Oh, I'm just too tired. Sorry. Bye Krillin!" She yawned and waved him off.
Next came Yamcha. She crossed her arms, and looked at him.
'Oh, boy,' He thought.
"Hope you had a great time, bye!" She turned her back on him, coldly.
"B-but Bulma! Look, I'm sorry for...y'know...I...it.....I'm just sorry, okay?" He took her hand and smiled.
"Sorry won't cut it this time, Yamcha! It's over!" She started to walk to the door the mystery man had dissappeared off through.
"Please? Don't go," He begged. She stuck her head out the door and said something, when the man appeared again.
"Oh, waah. I bet I could take that baka on anyday. Who are you?" Yamcha looked at the masked man.
He had begun to laugh, a cold ruthless chuckle.
"I have a pest bothering me. Can you take care of him.....Vegeta?" She smoothly untied his mask. The frigid eyes behind it glared deep into Yamcha, making him quiver to the bone.
"Anytime, dearest..." Vegeta took off his tuxedo jacket and smirked. Cracking his knuckles, he powered up and went for the human.
"Vegeta?! No way! You're dating THAT THING?!?!" Yamcha blocked a punch, panting.
Vegeta dug into him. By the time he was through, Bulma had called an ambulance for the poor fool.
