Android 18 was sitting on a stool in a bar getting drunk. She looked behind her and saw her twin brother, Android 17, sitting with Cell, Majin Buu, and Frieza. Frieza was trying to hide his lipstick in his coat pocket, but it was no use, since everybody there knew he wore it. "What a freakin' asshole. He thinks he's all that just 'cuz he's sittin' with the cool villains," 18 said bitterly. Just then, Vegeta sat next to her, a sour expression on his face. "Grr..I can't believe Kakarot stole my beer..." 18 looked at Vegeta and belched. "You're not havin' a good day either, huuuh?" She belched again, this time right in Vegeta's face. "Yes, thank you for noticing," 18 didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in his voice, and sat on his lap. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a mess. Vegeta gave her a look that said: 'Get offa me, bitch.'

The next morning, 18 found herself lying in a pink room. Everything in the room was pink. The floor. The walls. Even the electric toothbrush. EVERYTHING was pink. When she came to, she saw a white figure staring down at her. Frieza. "Ahhh, good. You're awake. I was quite worried about you, dear." 18 could easily tell that this was Frieza's apartment. "What the..where the hell am I, stinkin' transie?" 18 snapped. She hated transsexuals. Frieza looked at her like he had just been slapped across the face. "You think I'm a transsexual? Hahahahaha..silly biscuit, I'm no transsexual; I'm straight," Frieza said eccentrically. 18 found this a little hard to believe, since the guy wore lipstick, makeup, nail polish AND women's clothing on a daily basis. "I just like showing off my..feminine side," Frieza said as he struck a pose. 18 looked like she was about to throw up for the 13th time since last night.

"Whatever," 18 sighed, "I'm getting outta here, you little shit." She casually walked out of the pink apartment and walked out into the parking lot. When she looked around, she spotted a pink Cadillac with fur trim and gold edges. It also had little, black, leapord spots on it. It looked like a pimpmobile. Since nobody was around, 18 decided to hijack this car and drive it home to her beloved husband Krillin and hear him nag about all her drinking. But then again, she loved him anyway. "At least the sex is decent," 18 thought to herself. She hopped in the fortunately unlocked car. In all her rummaging around this messy car, 18 discovered a driver's liscence. FRIEZA! This was HIS car! Frankly, 18 wasn't too surprised. After all, the guy did like to show off his 'feminine side'. This pimpmobile-car just proves it. "Oh shit," 18 thought, "I'm driving a gay man's car." As she was just about to exit the gay-as-hell car, 18 found the keys, too. "Jesus Christ," thought 18, "doesn't this guy have a wallet?" She had the keys, so she decided that she might as well take off. Even though she just got her official driver's liscense last week, 18 thought she could work this thing pretty well. "Frieza may be gay, but he has great taste in cars," 18 said happily as she clutched the steering wheel and drove out of the apartment complex and into the road, all the while singing along with random hip-hop songs on the radio.