Vegeta dropped off in the kitchen what little food he had left over and, carrying the candy he had brought back, then headed to the laundry room. He opened the door to the attic only to see his son being snuggled by the girl, Vicky, while Goten and Zar played a game of chess. Vegeta placed the candy he had taken at the supermarket inside the attic and gave his son a look.

Chibi Trunks mouthed back at him, "Help me!"

Vegeta shook his head and closed the door. "I can't believe he can't handle a human girl by himself…" Vegeta muttered as he entered 'his' bedroom.

"Hello Veggie!" a girl he had never met before grinned at him from where she sat on the bed, her black cloak spread out around her.

"Who're you?" Vegeta growled.

"The name's Sango! Nice to meet you!"

"Get out."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Because I have a bet for you."

"I don't gamble."

"Really?" she looked thoughtful, "Are you afraid to lose?"

"No!" he snarled, "I just don't like wasting my time on useless activities!"

"Okay, I respect that!" she stood up and held her hands up, "If you're too chicken shit to just do one, little bet, I understand. No harm done."

"Chicken shit?" Vegeta growled.

"Yeah, chicken shit."

"I. Am. Not. Chicken shit."

"You are in my book."

"What is this bet?"

"It's simple really," Sango pulled out of a pocket on the inside of her cloak a bottle of what appeared to be water, "I bet that you can't chug all of this in one go."

"What is it?" He eyed the bottle.

"Well, the people of my plant call it 'firewater' and it used to be pretty popular though none of my people can drink this much."

"And if I do?"

"I will be your slave for the rest of my life."

Vegeta arched an eyebrow. The last time he had had a personal slave was before he had came to Earth, "And if I lose?"

"You'll be mine," Sango grinned demonically, "Forever…"

Vegeta thought for a moment. If he lost, like hell he would be her slave. He would just kill her. But if he won… "All right, hand it over." Sango complied, grinning like the Cheshire cat, and watched as he inspected the bottle.

"It's not like I poisoned it or anything," she said after a long pause in which he stood, staring at the bottle.

"If you had, I would be able to smell it," Vegeta stated as he unscrewed the top and sniffed the liquid, "And I doubt any of the poisons on this pathetic planet of yours would be strong enough to kill or even harm me." A label was stuck on the bottle that read 'Everclear'. Vegeta smirked. He knew that drink.

Slightly tangy but pleasing to the taste buds, Everclear was a fruit juice from Frieza's people's planet. It was drained from the newly ripened aisu fruit and then chilled for one hundred years in six-foot thick iron vats. After that time, it was no longer poisonous and barely acidic at all. Vegeta had had it a few times over the years and thought it was quite good. As he brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips, Sango reminded him, "All in one go, mind you!"

As the clear liquid flowed into his mouth, Vegeta noticed something odd. It was tasteless. Then something else came to his attention and he would have screamed if he had not had his mouth full. The harmless looking liquid burned like fire! He nearly spit it out but remembered the bet. To lose now was unthinkable. He steeled himself and began to guzzle down the liquid as fast as he could. The Saiyan no Ouji would not stand down from a challenge issued a mere human!

Sango chuckled quietly to herself and rubbed her hands together as she watched Vegeta down the nearly pure alcohol. Yes, tonight was going to be quite a night to remember…

I waited outside the bedroom door with Bana and Rogue. I was so excited I could barely think straight. "I can't believe this! We're going to be around an inebriated Vegeta! This is every Vegeta fan's dream! I mean, we could probably ask him any question we wanted, and he'd answer it truthfully! That happens to some people when they get drunk, you know. They can't lie."

"Or else he could try to power up and fry us all," Rogue said.

Bana was checking her 'supplies.' "Twister, pack of cards, snacks, drinks…" At the last one she smiled evilly, "You think that Sango girl's gotten Vegeta to drink the Everclear yet?"

"Probably."

"Then why hasn't she opened the door yet?"

The door creaked open and Sango peeked out, "Psst, c'mon!"

"Why speak of the devil…" Bana, Rogue and I filed inside the room quickly and quietly.

"Where'd Veggie go?" Bana asked, looking around.

"The bathroom." Sango pointed to the mentioned area.

"Oh, well, I'm gonna set up the Twister game!" Bana pulled out the mat and spread it on the floor.

"What are the cards for?" Sango asked.

I grinned evilly. "Strip poker."

She grinned back. "Nice. Very nice."

"Voices?" Vegeta's voice came from the bathroom as the sound of the toilet flushing was heard, "I heard voices!" He staggered out.

"Is he drunk already?" Rogue asked.

"Yup! Saiyan's have a fast metabolism, remember? He's pretty gone…" Sango said as she watched Vegeta stumble to the side of the bed and sit down. "He'll probably blackout…"

Bana pulled out the Twister board, "Well, shall we begin?"

"What's that?" Vegeta asked, looking over at the mat.

Bana explained the basic principles of Twister to Vegeta. "Sounds like fun!" Vegeta clapped, "Let's play!"

"Dude, did I just hear what I think I heard?" I asked Rogue.

"He sounded… excited…" Sango stared at Vegeta.

"C'mon! Spin it!" Vegeta said, taking off his socks.

"Right… I'll take the first turn spinning the board." I picked up the board and spun it as the four lined up, "Right hand red!"

Many spins later and after a few collapses and quite odd, and not necessarily unpleasant, contortions, the Twister game ended. "Wow… I never thought I would get such a nice view of Veggie's ass…" commented Bana.

"Yeah, and when his crotch was right in front of my face…" I shook my head, "Man, I think I have never seen anything so nice in my entire life… It was just like bam! Right there! Oh how droolable… so droolable…"

"Mmmmm… how about some poker, Veggie-chan?" Sango said, smirking.

"Okay!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"I think his personality goes through a complete reversal when drunk…" Rogue commented.

"Yeah, sure sounds like it." I agreed, listening to Vegeta drone on and on about how he loved card games and they were so fun and Nappa and him used to play 'Go Fish' all the time but then Nappa died and he had no one to play with except that nasty Kakarot who could not even figure out the rules to 'Go Fish' and ooooo, how that Kakarot made him so mad at times he just wanted to kill him and blah, blah, blah.

I stared at the Saiyan no Ouji. "Hooo boy… Now I know why he never drinks… this is so embarrassing… Complete personality 180…"

"Blackmail time!" Bana announced, whipping out her camera and snapped a pic of Vegeta in mid sentence. He blinked, stared at her for a minute and then grinned. "Picture time!" he held out his hand in the 'V' for Victory sign as Bana took another picture.

"C'mon! Group pic!" Sango called out and took the camera then shooed the rest over to the intoxicated Saiyan. "Pose, people, pose!" She snapped a few pictures of the group and then they all settled down to play a game of strip poker. Of course, Vegeta, being more then slightly drunk, lost completely and, once more because of the fact that he was drunk, stripped down. The girls took more photos, ate, watched TV and partied the rest of the night.

Finally, at somewhere around one in the morning, Vegeta passed out on the bed and the girls left the room, much to the disappointment of some of them. "C'mon!" I said, "Did you see how messed up he was? He wouldn't remember it at all! Please?"

"No! I will not allow any of you to take advantage of the Saiyan no Ouji in such a state of mind and body!" Sango proclaimed.

"Dammit!" Bana growled.

I sighed and changed the subject. You just couldn't argue with some people, "Are you going to stay the night?"

"No, I must leave. It's been fun and all. Nice knowing you!" she disappeared into the shadows of the dark hallway.

"She's an odd one…" Bana commented.

"Yeah…" Rogue nodded, yawning.

"We could go back now!" Bana said excitedly.

"Don't even think about it…" a voice growled from the shadows.

I gave the others a look, "Well, I don't know about you guys but I hear a bed calling my name," I said as I headed to my room. They reluctantly followed me.

"The floor's looking really good right now." Bana rubbed her eyes and yawned too.

Bana and Rogue pulled a few blankets into place on my floor and collapsed on them while I crawled into my bed. My hand knocked something off of my dresser and I bent over the side of the bed to grab it.

I picked up the Dragonball radar from where it had landed and hid a yawn behind my hand when I became aware of a soft beeping noise. I looked at the device in my other hand and froze. A flashing light met my eyes. "Holy shit…" I whispered as I stared at the flashing light on the radar's screen. "No fucking way!"

"What is it?" Bana mumbled sleepily.

"Dude, there's a Dragonball within a fifteen feet radius of us."

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Bleh, I want the plot to go faster… _ It's nearly done and I have so many other projects I must work on… So, I cut off an entire day of the fic. *is hit by rotten tomatoes and rocks* Gomen, but I didn't have anything planned for that day! *runs away to hide*

If there are any mistakes in this chap or some parts are meant to be funny and are not, it's due to lack of sleep. I stayed up late writing this and so… yeah… I can't think… I gotta go sleep… sleep… zzzzzz…

P.S. If any of you have seen Trigun, please check out my fanfic. Please? *begs* It's good, I swear! You won't regret it!