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A/n: It got more reviews this time than it did last time! Yay!

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What I Call Life

Hold Up!

Bulma walked up to the bar with her last customer's order. Considering Zarbon was the rich owner of this place, you'd think he'd get someone else to run the bar, but he didn't. He was sitting behind the counter wiping a glass and watching one of the regulars drink himself into a state of unconsciousness. She took this into consideration and swayed her hips a little more as she approached the counter. Hopefully she could seduce the drunk and trick him into thinking that she had serviced him. He would pay her more than most because he was drunk, and she would be able to feed Trunks.

Bulma survived on her acting skills; they were something that she had developed during high school and they had gotten even better now that she had gotten here. She had yet to give herself to a man because she could convince the drunks that she had.

During her daydreaming session the drunk had passed out and was now lying face down on the floor. "Damn, there goes that prospect..." she muttered to herself as she lay the order on the table.

"You know Love," came a voice from behind the counter, "it would be a lot easier to make money and feed that son of yours if you would actually service the men."

Bulma looked up into Zarbon's green face, "Don't push it Zarbon. I may have lost almost everything I owned when I had Trunks, but I didn't lose my self-pride. I refuse to lower myself to that level. Trunks will not have a whore for a mother. I won't let him grow up like that."

"What ever you say Love. It was just a thought. Why don't you take your break? You can go check on your son," Zarbon said as he handed her customers' order.

Bulma gave him a rare smile and carried the tray off. "Thanks, Z!" she called over her shoulder. Little did Zarbon know, Bulma wasn't going to go check on Trunks; she already had Chi-Chi watching him. Yamcha was going to get an earful from her tonight.

Yet again she wasn't looking where she was going as she was walking down the hall of the living quarters and she ran right into 18. "Blu?" 18 asked in her monotone voice.

"Hey, Juu. Sorry 'bout that," Bulma muttered, climbing to her feet. "Have you seen Yamcha? I need to 'talk' to him about Trunks."

18 smirked and pointed to an open door down the hall, "He's in Marron's room, and I think you can guess what they're doing in there... See you later Blu, and try not to kill him, seeing you scream at him is a great source of entertainment." She sauntered down the hall to her room to get some sleep before her next shift.

"Thanks, Juu! See ya later!" Bulma called over her shoulder as she ran down the hall towards Marron's room. She wasn't slightly surprised at the scene she found in Marron's room. Many different people had caught Yamcha in this position, with many different girls. Marron was lying on the floor, half naked, with Yamcha on top of her. "I'm sorry Marron, I know you're busy, but may I borrow Yamcha for a minute?"

"Whatever," Marron replied, and pushed Yamcha off her. She buttoned her top, reapplied her makeup and went to find a replacement for Yamcha before her shift.

"What is it you want now Bulma?" Yamcha asked in an annoyed voice.

She rolled her eyes, "What is it that I always want Yamcha? I want you to take care of your son! Did you know that he is in my room right now, crying his eyes out because I don't have the tips to feed him?"

"I don't see how any of this is my problem…" the clueless father of her child replied.

"You don't?" she raged. "If you would just help me take care of him I wouldn't have to rag on you all the time! Why the hell can't you just help me buy him a little bit of baby formula or something?"

"You know I don't have the money. How the hell could I do that? Besides, why would I take care of that bastard child?"

"Bastard? He isn't a fucking bastard! He's your son! And don't even get me started on how you could pay for food! If you would just give up all of those damn drugs of yours you wouldn't have any problems at all feeding him!"

Yamcha growled, "Why didn't you just get the abortion? Hmmm? That way you could have kept your perfect little life, and I wouldn't be a part of it!"

"Bastard!" she shouted. "You know how much I wanted to live the life I had, but I couldn't just kill the baby! I am NOT a barbarian! Even the Saiyans would agree with me on that level!"

"Just get back to work! There is a party going on out there, and I'm sure those Saiyans need a good whore." Yamcha turned and started hunting down Marron so they could continue their earlier activity.

Bulma placed her face in her hands and just stood there, trying with all her might not to cry. A small hand rested on her shoulder and a comforting voice whispered, "It's all right Bulma. It'll be all right."

"Hi Chi-Chi, could you do me a favor?" Bulma asked.

"Sure, anything," Chi-Chi replied.

"Could you check up on Trunks for me?" Bulma begged. "He's been really hungry, and I don't have the tips right now to get him anything to eat. It'd be a big help if you'd go comfort him for a while. Kami knows Yamcha won't do it, and I'm working until early tomorrow morning."

"Sure," her friend agreed. "Now, put a smile on and get out there and get yourself some tips!"

"Thanks Chi."

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A short man with a Widow's peak walked into The Bar. "Kakarrot, how did you rope me into coming to your brother's party?"

"I promised you a spar later," Kakarrot stated. "Besides they have some really hot girls here. Maybe you'll find someone to replace Bul-"

"Don't even think of saying it!" Vegeta interrupted.

"Sorry! Geez, I think I liked you better when the two of you were together, at least then you weren't in a bad mood all the time!"

"Kakarrot," the prince stated, "shut the hell up, and let's get this over with!"

But Kakarrot wasn't listening. He was looking the blue haired girl at the bar. She was putting drinks on a tray and she looked very familiar. "Hold up, Vegeta, isn't that Bulma?"

Vegeta's head snapped to the side to see the blue haired girl carrying a tray over to a table of especially rowdy Saiyans. One of the men tried to grab her scantily clad bottom, and she dumped his drink on him. "Same old Onna," he chuckled.

"Hey Vegeta, what do you suppose Bulma's doing here? This is a men's club, she's a girl," Kakarrot whispered.

"Good observation, Kakarrot," the Prince muttered. "She probably works here, considering she always was a little whore."

His comrade frowned and shook his head, "Vegeta, that wasn't very nice; you probably just don't know the whole story."

"Whatever, Kakarrot, lets get this over with." The two Saiyans sat at a table in a corner near the back of The Bar.

Vegeta just stared in the general direction of Bulma while he waited for the waitress.

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"Bulma!" Zarbon called from behind the bar. "Come here." Bulma walked slowly over to the bar and set the money for the glass that she had broken over the Saiyan's head. "Listen, there is a very special guest here tonight, and I just got some new information on him. Apparently, he doesn't like girls who throw themselves at him, so I want you to wait on him."

"Why the fuck can't Marron do it?" Bulma whispered angrily.

Zarbon's normally calm face contorted in anger, "Did you not just hear what I said? Go, or I doubt that son of yours will be getting any food at all for a while..."

Bulma just rolled her eyes, grabbed her tray, notepad, pen, and sauntered off towards the back corner. "Hello my name's Bulma, what can I get you two?"

The smaller man's eyes shot up and he began staring at her. She refused to look at him, but she could still feel his eyes on her. "I'll have my usual, Woman."

Bulma held back a growl and clenched her fist, "I'm sorry Sir, but I don't know what your usual is. If Marron is your usual server I could go get her for you, but I doubt she would come over here, she seems to be rather busy."

He chuckled at her anger, "Woman, I demand to see your owner! I deserve better service than this!"

Her eyes filled with intense anger, but she still refused to look at the man. "Owner?! Owner?! I am not a slave! And who the fuck do you think you are? The bloody Prince of Saiyans?"

"Well-" the other man started before his comrade interrupted him.

"Shut the Hell up Kakarrot!"

Bulma knew that name. "Kakarrot?" She lowered her tray and looked into the innocent eyes of one of her childhood friends. "Goku?" Her eyes darted to the left to look at the other man and she almost dropped her tray at the sight of him.

"It's not polite to stare Onna," he said.

"Vegeta?" she whispered, still not believing that he was there.

Vegeta just rolled his eyes, "Who in the Hell else would I be Onna? Another one of your CLIENTS perhaps?"

All of her previous amazement disappeared and was replaced with anger, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean Vegeta?"

"Well, if the men a whore serves are not called clients, then what are they called. I knew you were a whore Bulma, but I never figured you to actually work at a whorehouse. You must feel very at home here, ne?"

Bulma had rarely heard Vegeta call her by her real name, only when he was truly insulting her or he was royally pissed off. All she could do was stand there and take it. He was the Saiyan Prince in a bar full of Saiyans, and if she dared to disrespect him they would kill her in an instant. After all, she was just a whore. "You don't understand," she took a long pause, trying to become as detached as possible. "Your Majesty, I am not here by choice. There is nowhere else for me to go now."

Kakarrot looked confused, "Did she just call you Your Majesty? She's never called you that unless she was kidding or really upset. Maybe you pushed her too far Vegeta..."

He waved the other man off and waited for her to continue, but when she didn't he asked, "Why is that Onna? Get kicked out of all of the other whorehouses because you were too slutty?"

"No, Your Highness, I had to leave my home, and my once future mate believes that I was unfaithful," she replied in a very monotone voice. On the inside, Bulma was about ready to break and run as fast as she could towards her room and talk to Trunks.

"Weren't you though?" Vegeta asked, playing along with her.

"No, things were forced upon me that I didn't ask for, and I refused to be a barbarian and kill my son."

That last word was something he was definitely not prepared for, "Hold up! You have a son?!"

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A/n: So? How was it? I wasn't expecting to get this out today because I was supposed to go on a church retreat, but I got out of it! Yay me!

Anyway, how do you think Geta-chan will react to the rest of Bulma's story?

PLZ R&R!