This is my first story for Halloween this year! I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated.

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"Finally!" Bulla exclaimed with some annoyance when she and her friends made it inside of the many clubs in Orange City that was going to host a Halloween Party.
After much debating about where to go and her giving the final word, they decided for that one because it had a whole noir atmosphere. The lights were reddish and the furniture were vintage, much to her pleasure. Her group drew attention from almost everyone – especially men – in the club when they made it to the VIP section in the mezzanine.
"Wow, Bulla!" One of her friends, with long pink hair, exclaimed with her mouth opened in shock. "You nailed in choosing this place. I don't think any of us could choose such a nice and cool one."
"Of course!" Bulla said in a bragging tone and placed her hands on her waist. "That's why that's my task everytime we go out."
"We can have a pretty good view from the men over here." Another one of her friends stated as she leaned over in the rail. "Are you going to find one to have fun with tonight, Bulla?"
"Duh, obviously." She rolled her eyes and then gestured with her hand over her body, as if she saying 'look at this!'. "I didn't come here wearing this dress for nothing."
Indeed, it was pretty difficult not to pay attention to her in the club that night. She was wearing a red dress with no straps and a very generous cleavage, not even bothering to hide her big and voluminous breasts. There were also two slits in the inferior part of her dress, one on each side of her legs. She was also wearing a short curly blond wig. Bulla loved being the center of attention everywhere she went to, and it was no different that time.
"There's a group of men staring up at us already."
"Staring up at Bulla, you mean. I bet they're dying to come up here to hook up with her."
"What are you going to do?" The woman with pink hair asked, looking at her. "Are you getting down there?"
"Not right now." Bulla kept her focus on the floor below, looking for a potential man she could fool around with that night. "But I will go there eventually."
"What do you think of that one?"
"Which one?" She looked to her left to see which man it was.
"The one with brown hat, back to us."
"He looks hot from behind." She stated with a grin in a sassy tone. "Maybe I should get down there sooner."
"Aren't you going to explore your options first?"
"I don't have to." Bulla said over her shoulder. "I already found the perfect man for the night. Wish me luck."
"Good luck."
"Come on." The pink haired woman nudged the other one in the ribs. "Let's keep looking and see if we can find some cool guys for us."
"Let's go."

By the time Bulla arrived in the top floor, she realized she was going to have a hard time going through the crowd looking for the man with the hat. All she knew was that he was in the opposite side, near the bathroom. So she started forcing her way through, elbowing or pushing some people aside if she had to, something that happened quite often.
"Hey, watch out, you bitch!"
"You should take a look at yourself in the mirror first." She sent a death glare towards the girl who had cursed her and then turned her head to the opposite side in a rude way.
When Bulla finally reached the other side, she didn't find any guy with brown hat and that made her sigh in frustration. But that didn't last long, because she was soon hypnotized by a blonde man nearby. At the same place the other guy was supposed to be.
"Excuse me. Can I buy you…" She poked him with her index finger and ran out of words when the man turned around. "Goten?!"
"Hey, Bulla." He said with his usual wide grin. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
"I can say the same thing about you. What are you doing here? I mean, out of all places to go in Orange City?"

"I didn't know this place was exclusive for you tonight, princess."
"Stop calling me that." Bulla said nervously and started stomping her foot on the floor annoyed, with her hands curled up over her waist. "And you shouldn't be walking around as a Saiyan."
"Are you jealous, princess?" Goten teased her with a grin and held her chin firmly.
"Are you drunk? Why would I be jealous of you? I don't have feelings for you whatsoever."
"Then why are you so bothered by me being here as a Saiyan?"
"I'm not. It's your life and you do the hell you want to."
"Great."
"Fine." She suddenly remember why she went downstairs in the first place. "Have you by any chance seen a guy with brown hat?"
"Brown hat?" He raised his eyebrows and lifted his hand, barely being able to hold his laugh. "You mean this one?"
"Exactly!" Bulla exclaimed excitedly. "Is it from any of your friends or…?"
"It's mine."
She felt like someone had punched her in the stomach and placed her palm against the wall on her left to keep herself steady. "What?"
"This hat is mine." Goten put it on, grinning. "See?"
"So you're the one I saw from upstairs all along?"
"Were you checking me out, princess?"
"As if! Mark my words, Son Goten." She pointed her finger in his face; their distance dimming without her realizing it. Seeing him as a Saiyan was really intoxicating her and she was having a hard time looking away from his light blue eyes. "I'm not attracted to…"
She never got to finish her sentence because she found herself in her brother's best friend's arms unexpectedly. She had been accidentally pushed by a completely drunk girl in a small group nearby that had stumbled and almost fallen down, which led to Bulla and Goten having their lips pressed against one another's.
"Got off me, ugh!" She pushed him away strongly with annoyance. Then she noticed some women around them whispering with their mouths covered, not even bothering to pretend they were talking about her. "See what you did?! Now they are all going to judge me for supposedly calling you out!"
"Isn't what you did, though?" He teased, just to annoy her a little more.
"Ugh!" She made her way through the crowd once again, stomping her feet hard as she headed back to the mezzanine.

Bulla was a complete person when she joined her two friends again. She simply didn't feel like partying anymore and she just couldn't stop thinking about the kiss she had shared with Goten minutes ago.
"What do you think happened to her?" The pink haired girl asked as she and her friend looked at Bulla sitting on a chair at the back of the place.
"I don't know. It's like she lost her spark."
"Should we ask her?"
"You go ahead." The other woman flinched at the mere idea. "She might snap at us for that."
"You're such a coward." She rolled her eyes. "Hey, Bulla?"
"Huh?" She looked at them with confusion.
"Did something happen down there?"
"No, not really." She shook her head and forced to smile at her friends. Then she stood up and joined them at the rail; her eyes immediately scanning through the crowd below, looking for Goten. She couldn't find anyone with blond hair, so she assumed he went back to his dark haired version.
She was about to give up when she spotted him near where he was a few minutes before kissing a woman fiery. She rushed downstairs as fast as she could.
"Bulla, where are you going?"
"What has gotten into her?"
"I have no idea."

When she got back to the first floor, she tried to find the first man handsome enough and made sure she stood right behind Goten, bumping into his back on purpose. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and shoved her tongue into his mouth right away. Bulla's bumps on his back made Goten pull away from the woman he was kissing and turn around, ready to fight whoever was being such a bitchy to him.
"Hey, man, can't you… Bulla?" His eyes went wide when he saw it had been her all along.
"Hey, Goten." She broke the kiss as well and looked at him over her shoulder with a fake innocent grin. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"Of course you didn't." He rolled his eyes.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Out of all the places in this club, you had to make out with this guy on my back?!"
"I said I didn't see you!"
"Oh, princess…" Goten bent to his right to take a better look at the guy. "Your taste for men used to be better."
"What did you say?!"
The Saiyan barely had time to react and barely noticed the fist coming towards his face until it was already hitting his cheek and turning his head to his left. Some people who were around them circled the four people and started screaming 'Fight! Fight!' repeatedly. At that point, Goten had already punched the guy back and they started a real fight.
"You bitch!" The woman he was kissing not too long ago addressed to Bulla. "You just can't see people happy, can you? You think you're better than anyone because you're wearing this stupid red dress that's showing your breasts. You slut!"
"How dare you?!" Bulla slapped the woman in the face as hard as she could, not even bothering the lingering feeling in her hand afterwards. "No one talks to me like that."
Two random boys held them by the waist and pulled them away when they started fighting too. Bulla tried to fight against it, but eventually she gave up. However, she began to complain about being kicked out of the club.

Bulla had just sat on the edge of the sidewalk when the door from the club opened again and someone else was kicked out. She didn't care at all who it was, her night was pretty much ruined anyway.
"Good job with causing in a scene inside, princess." Goten's voice echoed on the foggy street.
The woman looked over her shoulder and frowned. His cheek was swollen and he had a black eye.
"Don't blame me for not being able to control yourself." She went back to her previous position.
"You can't even admit you did that because you were jealous of me and the girl I was making out with, can you?"
"I have nothing to admit because I wasn't jealous at all."
"How long are you going to keep convincing yourself of that?"
"I don't need to convince myself of anything." She embraced her knees and turned around, placing her feet on the edge of the sidewalk. "Because I wasn't jealous of you at all."
Goten simply didn't reply. He was too absorbed by her legs being shown under her dress and its cleavage.
"You can try to get back inside." Bulla stood up, accessing a taxi app on her phone. "Maybe they will let you in now that things have calmed down."
"Are you going back home?"
"Yeah. I don't feel like partying tonight anymore." She removed her blond wig and held it within her hands.
Her long blue hair fell on her shoulders and Goten felt his breath being taken away. He's always thought she was pretty, but there was something about her locks combined with her outfit that got him hypnotized.
"What are you doing?" She looked at him confused when he stopped beside her.
"I can't let you go home alone at this time of the night." He replied without making eye contact with her. "Who knows what can happen?"
"I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself. Worst case scenario, I can call my father."
"That would surely scare possible abusers away."
"Definitely." She burst into laughter. "I'm sorry for ruining your night too."
"Nah, don't worry about it." Goten shrugged and looked at the door over his shoulder. "That woman wasn't a good kisser anyway."
"Right."
"She wasn't."
"I'm starting to think maybe you weren't the good kisser actually."
"Yeah, you wish." He smiled. "You know, if we had gone home by flying, we would have arrived by now."
"True, but I can't fly."
"I can carry you."
"No, Goten, really, you don't have to…" She began to protest when he went to pick her up in his arms. "Goten!"
"Don't move, princess, or we're gonna fall."
"Wait, wait!" Bulla pushed her palm against his chest, to stop him. "It might be freezing up there and I didn't bring a coat."
"I did." He took his out and threw it over her shoulders. "There you go."
"What about you, though? I don't want you to feel cold either."
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." He picked her up after she pulled her hair out of the his coat.
"What were you supposed to be anyway?"
"A male character from a noir movie."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Why would I be kidding about this?"
"I went as a female one."
"No kidding."
"Wait a second…" She slapped him in the chest. "You knew about this?!"
"Maybe." A smile appeared on his lips. "Your brother may have let it slip to me last time we hung out together."
"I'm going to kill him." Bulla frowned. "So that basically means we are a couple, huh?"
"I guess so." He nodded and then landed near Capsule Corp. "Here we are, princess."
"Thank you." She gave him a smile. "Do you want to go in? It's late."
"No, I'll just fly home. But thank you."
"Are you sure? That's a pretty ugly hematoma over there. I think you don't want to tell your mother what happened, huh? And I get to take care of it."
"I live far from here, anyway. Okay, I'll stay."

"Ouch." Goten flinched when Bra pressed a piece of cotton with some anti-septic over his injury.
"I'm sorry. That guy hit you pretty hard."
"Not even Gohan has ever punched me this hard when we used to train together." He couldn't help but laugh. "He must train a lot everyday."
"What can I say? I like strong men."
"Really?"
"Yep." Bulla nodded with a small smile. "I guess growing up seeing my father and Trunks train literally all the time had something to do with it."
"It's very likely. But it isn't necessarily a bad thing,"
"I never said it was." She bit her lower lip and put on some bandages on his cheek. "There you go. We might have to apply some make-up around your eye to lessen the colors of the bruise."
"Nah, it will be much better in the morning." Goten looked at her. "Thanks, Bulla."
"It's nothing, really. I was glad to help after everything that happened earlier. In fact, there's something else I can do to help it heal faster."
Before he was even able to ask what it was, she pressed her lips against his cheek and gave him a soft kiss. He seized the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and lay her down in his arms. Bulla was surprised to see him as a Saiyan because she didn't notice it happening, but she wasn't bothered by it at all.
"You chose your Halloween costume on purpose, didn't you?"
"Took you long enough to realize, princess."
"I've noticed it before." She slid her hand behind his neck. "I just didn't know if I was reading too much into it or not."
"Well, you weren't." He stroke her arm with his thumb.
"Good, because I've wanted to kiss you for so long." She sat down on his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Tonight is your lucky night then." His strong hand rested in the back of her neck and he pulled her head in his direction for the kiss he had been anticipating for a long time as well.