A Woman's Duty

Part 3

"Bulma! Come on! We have to be at the club at 9 or they won't let us in!" Chi-Chi yelled through the window outside.

Night has approached and the city skyline was lit up like a famous Chicago city skyline. The pitch black sky was streamed with golden, shimmery stars, dancing between the clouds. The moon showed through the clouds, casting a purplish hue upon them, and lighting the streets down on Earth. Crickets could be heard from the brush, and a stream was heard in the distance, located near the city park. It was 8:30 in the night and Bulma was STILL getting ready! She threw on her rhinestone studded platform shoes, put on a red halter mini-dress, brushed her hair and added detangler to it, spritzed on Chanel perfume and was ready to head out. Leaning out of her 4th story window, she shouted down to Chi-Chi to try to keep her voice down, because Vegeta was asleep with a concussion. As she grabbed her mini trench coat and her matching handbag, she turned off her lights and stepped into the hallway. She paused in the middle of the hallway: Vegeta had crossed her mind. As she crept as silently as she could to his bedroom, she peered into the darkness upon his body, which was only highlighted by the moonlight. The ceiling fan still spun around making a whiffing noise, but nothing too disturbing. She had made sure earlier that if he needed anything, just incase he woke up, that a flashlight and a pitcher of water was near him, along with some medication. Seeing everything was OK, she whispered into his room:

"I'll be gone for a few hours Vegeta. Don't get into a mess of trouble again! 'Night."

As she left the house, she approached Chi-Chi's hover car, but noticed a strange look on Chi-chi's face. 18 was in the back staring as well into the darkness which surrounded the Capsule Corp. Home. The only lights lighting up the area were the streetlights and miniature garden lights which lined Bulma's home's paths and driveway.

"Are you two alright? What's gotten into you two?" No response. "Cheech? 18? Hello!"

As Bulma noticed they were staring at something, she turned around and hoped to catch a glance at what was holding the gaze of her two best friends in it's grip. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As she spins back around astonished but a little shaken up, she taps Chi-Chi on the shoulder, and suddenly, her and 18 come back to reality.

"OK, you two. That was really odd. What were you two staring at?... Well! I hadn't seen anything!" Bulma asked in a worried tone.

"Oh Bulma, get a grip. We've been out here for 15 minutes waiting for you. Took you long enough," 18 replied in her usual monotonous tone.

"Yeah, come on girl. Hop in and let's get our party on," Chi-Chi ordered in a sudden cheerful tone.

Bulma just stared at them in confusion, wonder and curiosity. Cautiously, she got into the back seat of the convertible, and then Chi-Chi. As they zoomed off, Vegeta heard the car speed away and suddenly felt some odd feeling in his stomach. Due to his concussion, he thought it was just uneasiness, but something just made his insides wither in worry. He leant up in bed and turned on his bedside lamp, clumsily looking for his magazine. He glanced around wearily and noticed that Bulma had set things up for him, just in case.

"That woman ought to get a grip on herself. I'm not a stupid baby; I can take care of myself. Kami..." Vegeta mumbled as he adjusted himself to sit upright with pain nonetheless. Suddenly, he felt a strange feeling of some sort coming from the hallway, where his door was cracked. "Who's there!"

silence

"Hello?" Vegeta questioned again. Something was wrong... definitely wrong...

20 minutes later...

"We made it!" shouted Chi-Chi as she climbed out of the car along with the other two bombshells. "We look awesome tonight girls. Let's have fun! I already told Goku, by the way, so he knows what's up. Let's get our Girl's Night Out goin' on! WHOO-WHOO!"

Bulma and 18 just chuckled as they all approached the entrance to the nightclub.

It was huge: The pathway lined with garden lanterns led up to a 5 story, neon-lit, palm tree decorated hot spot for a Sunday night. Surprisingly, this Sunday night was having a special going on, since the next day workers had off for a holiday. The admission person stood tall and strong, guarding the velvet-roped entrance, and asked to see identification. After making their way into the lounge, they all ordered Shirley Temples in order to not get drunk. Especially for Chi-Chi, because she was about 1 month pregnant. The lounge was non-smoking and lit up only by neon and strobe lights. Chi-Chi had mentioned earlier about how she wanted to get out and have fun before the real pain of pregnancy took hold of her. Goku had been very reluctant to let his wife leave because of her status, but she insisted anyways, and of course, got her way. At about 9:20, they all headed to the dance floor and started to get their groove on. Suddenly 18 spotted someone from across the way she found endearing, handsome, strong... and short(!)

As she pardoned herself from the other girls, she made hey way to the Billiard Room, keeping her eyes on a certain man who seemed to be about her age. She had to dodge about 15 different hopeful men who tried touching her and getting her attention. One did alright: but his nose and crotch-area got a little more from her knee and fist. Eventually, she stepped into the red-lit pool hall, picked up a billiard stick and joined the game. The man took notice of her too: She was taller (than himself), blonde hair cut to her shoulders, striking blue eyes , and a little dark blue mini-dress on as well. When her turn was up, 18 lifted her head to take notice of a stare which she felt. It was coming from him! She lifted her eyes to his and the stares caught them both in a trap, like one of those Chinese finger traps. To avoid looking like an idiot, the guy, with effort, pulled his eyes away from the stare and 18 smirked. "He's got nice eyes", she smiled to herself. Later on, ½ hour passes and the game is wrapping up. She has shown off her pool moves and caught his attention so, that it was as if he was a hungry wildebeest who just caught site of a fress green grassland.

As he puts his stick back up against the wall alongside the other players', he shyly makes his way over to her, blushing beet red.

"You d-d-did really well t-tonight," he stuttered, yet sqeaking near the end of the sentence showing his nervousness.

"Thanks, you did well yourself," 18 replied, a smirk growing on her face.

"Um, as a gift for winning, do you think...um... that perhaps... you could... you know... just incase you were dehydrated just a—" he tried to speak, but ended up stuttering.

"If you are trying to offer me a drink, I have to decline, unless it's non-alcoholic. One of my friends came here tonight and since she can't drink, neither can any of us. So if you want to, be my guest," she replied, cutting him off. They both grinned.

Therefore, they both walked over to the bar and the mystery man ordered two ginger ales for them. After the drinks came and gone, 18 decides it's time to head back over to her friend's, who were ordering some food at the moment. She thanked him for the drink, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and started to head off. But he stopped her in her tracks.

"Hey, Miss! I... I never got your name!", he called to her.

"That's because I didn't get it and you didn't ask!" she shouted back over the noise of the music. "Tell me your's first!"

"The name's Kurirrin! Your turn!"

"Juuhachigou!" she called to Kurirrin.

"What?" He couldn't hear her well.

"18!", she called back for the final time. As she waved good-bye, she winked at him.

1 in the morning...

Yawn "You two ready to head out?" Bulma asked her girlfriends as they finished off their last Shirley Temple and basket of hot wings.

"Yup! Let's head on out of this noisy place," 18 replied as they started heading out.

When the valet parking driver brought them Chi-Chi's car, Bulma quickly gave him a peck on the cheek and hopped in the back of the convertible. All three of the girls were laughing hysterically when they pulled up to Bulma's complex.

"Thanks girls! Catch you later!" she called as they zoomed off. Bulma turned around and heard rustling in the bushes under the windows on the ground floor. Standing still and frightened, she listened closely to catch anymore noises. Nothing but the breeze blowing through her hair and crickets chirping love songs in the moonlit night. Starting to creep toward her bushes, all noise was drained out due to her concentration. Then suddenly:

"MEOW!"

"Agh!" Bulma screeched as their pet cat pounced out at her and welcomed her home. "You crazy cat! You scared the living you-know-what out of me! Hey... what are you doing outside anyway?" she questioned the cat as she picked it up and headed to the front door. "My Kami! The key won't go in!" After a few minutes of scrambling for new keys and trying over and over, she finally got the door unlocked. "Finally!... sugui (weird)."

As she peered into the darkness she noticed two eyes, shining in the moonlight, glazed with a plan in mind, stares at her and looks her up and down. "Vegeta? Is that you? Are you feeling alright? How's your head?...Hello?" she asked quietly.

GASP!

To Be Continued...

Hello Readers! It's Priscilla-Chan here! I hope you have enjoyed my fan fiction so far! I am still working on plot design! Well, what do you think will happen? Is it REALLY Vegeta? Will 18 get together with Kurirrin? Where's Yamucha! Find out next time! Sayonara!

Priscilla-chan