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"Well, we better get going before we miss the concert," Chi-Chi said excitedly, grabbing Krillin's suitcase and throwing it in the trunk.
Bulma didn't think she'd ever been this happy.
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They pulled into the hotel parking lot around 5:00PM, which gave them a solid two hours to get everything situated before the concert. For nearly the entire ride up there, they blasted Green Dragon CDs, screaming the lyrics, and banging their hands to the songs. After two hours, however, their voices started to ache and Bulma slipped in one of her classical CDs to put them in a calm mood before the concert riot. And they were going to need all that energy in the pit.
"My Kami," Chi-Chi sighed, falling back on her and Bulma's bed; Krillin would be sleeping in the other one. "I still cannot believe we're going to see Green Dragon. We're in the damn hotel only like five blocks away from the stadium and I still can't believe it! This has got to be the best day of my life. I can die after this day."
"Tell me about it," Bulma mused, drooling over her CD cover. She was "in love" with the lead singer. Chi-Chi's eyes were for the bassist, however, and Krillin couldn't take his eyes off the TV when the drummer, and only female, was on it. She was also a singer in the band, though mostly played the drums, her passion, or so said their biography. There was another member of the band as well. He was the official secondary singer and played guitar when the lead singer did not, which rarely happened. And when the girl sung this fourth member played the drums in her stead.
"How long do you think it'll take us to walk over there?" Krillin asked, starring out the window at the stadium that was just visible on a hill in the distance.
"Krillin, there is no way in hell we're going to be late for this. We've all waited too long to miss it. We can leave now if you're worried about it."
"No," Chi-Chi protested, jumping and running for the bathroom. "I'm not going to the concert looking like this!"
"You look fine," Bulma sighed, never caring much to prep herself for any occasion, no matter how big. Sure she was beautiful, anyone could see that, but the way she presented herself sometimes turned people away. From behind one wouldn't be able to tell her from a man. She tended to wear clothes that were a size too big and her hair in a low ponytail.
"You might not like glamming up, which is all fine and dandy," she said, snatching her make-up bag from her suitcase. "But I refuse to leave this hotel room without looking like a movie star."
"We're not here to pick up guys, Chi."
"I know that. But—" A sudden knock at the door stopped her mid-sentence. "How the hell is that?"
"Hey! I saw you all come in," a voice on the other side yelled. "I'm in a room now the hall. You're going to the concert, right?"
"Yeah," Chi-Chi answered, ignoring Bulma's signals to not speak to the stranger.
"Well guess who's staying in this very hotel!?"
Chi-Chi ran over and swung open the door, pulling in the short brunette on the other side. She struck her immediately as looking familiar, but her brain was racing too fast to settle on that point.
"Who?"
"Green Dragon!" She grabbed Chi-Chi's arms, as if they were old friends. "Kami, can you believe it? I just saw them in the lobby a few seconds ago and I ran up here to tell you guys."
"Why would you tell us?" Bulma asked, quite unnerved by this girl.
"Cause I know you. You're Bulma Briefs," she said pointing to Bulma. "And you're Chi-Chi Mau, and over there on the bed, that's Krillin Roshi."
"How—"
"I go to Orange Star with you guys. You probably don't know who I am 'cause I'm a Junior."
Krillin decided to approach the door at that point, suddenly realizing where he knew her from.
"Maris?" he asked, thinking how odd it was to see her there. "Maris Idane?" He knew her name for some reason, though couldn't exactly put his finger on the place he knew her from. Certainly not school, for she said she was a Junior, and they were all Seniors.
"The one and only. And you're probably wondering where you know me from." He nodded. "Remember that day when you and that blonde chickadee got into this big fight at the mall? You know, the one where she threw your bags into the fountain and then yelled louder when you jumped in after them."
"My new Green Dragon CD was in one of those bags," he said quietly.
"Well, remember after she stormed off I came over to you and told you I saw the whole thing and bought us some ice cream?"
"Right!" He remembered that day exactly as she said it. How could he have forgotten her? Though it was quite a long time ago. "You even told me you went to school with me and knew who I was, and I remembered thinking how strange it was. And then you said—"
"Name's Maris Idane, the one and only," Maris laughed, scooping Krillin into a bear hug. It was more than clear to the group that she was a very touchy-feely person. "So, where are your tickets? My aunt works for a ticket vender and got me a ticket in the pit. Only one though," she sighed. "So I'm here all by myself. But at least I'm here. I can't wait!"
"Pit, eh?" Chi-Chi glanced at Bulma, who nodded reluctantly. She didn't know this girl, yet there was something about her that was so appealing. She was friendly sure, but Bulma could definitely see herself getting to know her. "So, you're going to hang out with us in the pit, aren't you?"
"Could I?"
"Wouldn't ask if you couldn't." Chi-Chi swung her arm around Maris' shoulder and walked out of the room, the others following behind. "Now where did you say Green Dragon was?"
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The search party found themselves in the lobby in a matter of minutes, creeping around like robbers and looking around the corners before taking the turn. Only Maris seemed sane about the whole ordeal, having already seen the band a few moments earlier. As they walked she declared her love for the secondary singer. "I just love his long black hair," she sighed as if starring at his poster right then.
"I didn't think the lobby was this far away," Chi-Chi groaned. But just as she said it, they found themselves in the lobby, empty save an old couple who were just checking out. "Kuso! They're already gone."
"Well it's not like we're not going to see them tonight," said Maris cheerfully. "And then they'll come back here, same as us. And you know what?" She gave them no time even to ponder a guess. "I haven't seen one other younger person in this hotel since I got here last night. And believe me, I've been scouting for them. I've only seen adults with little children and older couples like them." She motioned to the couple as they exited the building. "I think all the people our age are staying at the two bigger hotels across the street from the stadium. They probably thought that Green Dragon would be staying in either of those places. They're smarter to come here and not be stalked by a bunch of crazy, screeching fans."
"We thought so too," came a deep and friendly masculine voice from behind the group. They all turned around slowly, coming face to face with the very love of Maris. She took a deep, steady breath, almost unable to tear her eyes away from his beautifully chiseled face. He was alone.
"Hi," came Maris' small voice. She reached her hand out immediately. There was no way in hell she was going to act just like the screeching fans she so hated, and was just complaining about. "I'm Maris." Her voice was becoming stronger, but her new friends couldn't seem to find their own. "We're all here for the concert."
"Hi Maris," he replied, taking her hand and pulling her into a swift, quick hug. "I can't tell you how great it is to finally meet some fans that don't jump up and down, and squeal every time they see one of us. Oh, and I'd introduce myself, but there's really no point. You came to the concert for a reason."
"I'm Chi-Chi," Chi-Chi suddenly said, finding her voice. True she did not particularly favor this member of Green Dragon, but there was no denying her attraction to him. He was absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello Chi. Can I call you Chi?"
She nodded vigorously. No doubt she'd be talking about this for the rest of the night.
"And who might you two be?"
Bulma smiled at this. He was addressing Krillin as well, not at all shallow the way she expected band members to be.
"I'm Bulma."
"And I'm Krillin."
"Bulma? Why does that name sound so familiar?" the black-haired Dragon asked. "I know it's not common."
"She's the heiress of Capsule Corp. in Satan City," Maris piped in. "She's just about as famous as you guys, though I don't suspect there are posters of her hanging in teenage boys' rooms."
He laughed loudly at this, sending a shiver through all the girls.
"Bulma Briefs. Why I never thought I'd actually meet the co-inventor of dino caps. You and your father are truly amazing."
"Thank you," she replied, not at all giddy and uncomfortable anymore. It was like they'd known him for years. And the same with Maris. She seemed to fit in perfectly with them. It was a wonder that she hadn't always been there. "Everyone usually gives my dad all the credit."
"Well they shouldn't. But hey, I really need to get going. We need to be at the stadium in a half an hour for sound check and stuff. It was nice meeting you all. Especially you Bulma." He gave her a little wink and turned to leave, only to stop a few feet away and turn back around. "Seriously," he sighed with a little laughed. "You didn't really think I'd up and leave without inviting you all backstage."
"Wh-What?" Krillin stuttered, acting just the way he had when he'd first found out about the tickets. "What d'you mean, backstage?"
"After the concert, of course," he replied. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out four laminated backstage passes on necklace strings. "Here," he said, handing one to each of them. "We're all allowed to bring back at least four people, if we want. But no one ever seems to find that many that aren't fainting or screaming. Thank Kami you four showed up. It gets kind of boring just with me and the other band members. We need a change of scenery sometimes. And it's so ironic that I find you all are from Satan City." He blushed slightly, then added, "Sorry. I'm rambling. I always ramble."
"It's quite alright," Maris assured. "But what's so ironic about us being from Satan City?"
"We're all from Satan City, too," he laughed. "Just no one knows it. Well, you all do now. Our agent concocted some bullshit story about us all being from Tokyo. She thought the 'small city' image wouldn't do us any good. Even though Satan City is far from small. But I suppose nothing compared to Tokyo. And here I am, rambling again, and I think I'm late. Oh well, it was great talking to you all. Sorry that I did all the talking. Bye Maris, Chi, Bulma, Krillin. I'll see you all after the concert." And with that he was gone, leaving the group in a state of hysteria and mild panic.
"Holy Kami I cannot believe he just saw me like THIS!" Chi-Chi stammered, then turned and ran towards their hotel room to get ready for the concert, her backstage pass pressed protectively to her chest.
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It was more than a nightmare for the group to get to their section in the stadium. Thousands of fans were screaming and shoving and being all around rude when Maris would politely say, "Excuse me." Bulma found their behavior inexcusable and simply began shoving through the crowd, not caring who she elbowed or kicked. The others followed suit, apologizing for Bulma's temper when they could.
"Well that wasn't worth it," Bulma huffed. "I think some bitch took my hair tie. I specifically remember pulling my hair back. Do any of you have one?"
"Yeah," Maris said, pulling one off her wrist. "I always have a ton handy."
"Thanks."
"Hey Krill," Chi-Chi said, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, ignoring the redhead to her right that scoffed at her. Their backstage passes were clearly visible to everyone. "What's up? You don't seem all excited like you were before."
"I am. Believe, I'm about to faint," he laughed. "I'm just in a little bit of awe right now. And I still can't believe we're going backstage. I probably will faint back there."
"Aren't you glad Maron is out of the picture now?" she asked cautiously. If he faltered, she didn't see it.
"I miss her. But you know, you guys were right. She never did like me really. I don't even remember why she wanted to date me in the first place…The concert is definitely worth it though."
"Shut up," Maris suddenly spat, startling the group. In the short time they'd known her she'd never really raised her voice and seemed completely mellow. "Sorry. The curtains are opening."
The crowd went silent for a moment, as if everyone was holding their breath. The suspense was so thick that there seemed no air to breath even if anyone could. A moment later a tall, very good-looking guy with crazy spiky hair walked out on stage, a bass guitar slung around his shoulder. Chi-Chi nearly fainted at the sight of him. He was beyond gorgeous to her.
"I have some bad news for you all," came his deep, hypnotizing voice. The crowd went into a frenzy. "For the next few hours you're going to have to put up with some ghastly tunes and horrid singing. I apologize now for any damaged caused to your eardrums on account of our ridiculously awful music."
The crowd immediately burst into tears of laughter, as did the man on stage. He motioned for the rest of the band to come out, two of which bore sullen faces, and the other being the secondary singer from the hotel.
"I'm under the impression that you all know who we are," came the secondary singers voice. "Green Dragon, of course. And our names—just incase you suffer from short-term memory loss; I'm 17. That lovely lady back there on the drums is my twin sister, 18." The blonde at the drums waved princess style to the crowd, her face still bearing a look of pure boredom. But the guys in the crowd seemed to either go wild, or stand stock-still as Krillin did. It was a stadium full of teenagers in love. "Our bassist goes by the name Goku." The spiky haired man waved, and Chi-Chi could have sworn he was looking directly at her. "And the guy that all the women seem to flock to—though I don't know why—our lead singer, Vegeta." Bulma could barely keep her eyes off him as he stood there, guitar around his shoulder, starring blankly somewhere into the crowd. His jet-black hair stood straight on end, a feat that no fan had ever accomplished with any amount of gel—his hair was natural—and his onyx eyes were mesmerizing. She almost didn't hear when they began to play their first song.
Vegeta stood behind his mic, strumming at his guitar, knowing, of course, exactly when to begin. And as the first words passed through his lips, Bulma knew that he was the man she wanted to marry.
"Hey old man in woman's shoes. I wonder if he knows I think he's craaazy," came Vegeta's voice. Bulma almost couldn't believe that that voice was coming from that face. "When he was young did he have dreams of wearing woman's shoes and being crazy?… It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age, will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change?… Or will I grow that old? Will I still be around? The way I carry on I'll end up six feet underground and waste away..." He glanced around the crowd, and Chi-Chi bet on her life that he was starring directly at Bulma, and then continued to sing. "When the old man was in school did the golden rule make him go crazy? Or did he hide away from hopes behind a smile and smoking dope? It's craaazy." And on the song went, lulling the audience with the lyrics and soothing voice that sang so magnificently. "…It keeps my head spinning around, and waste away..."
Immediately the next song began, and the most seductive smirk came to Vegeta's lips. Bulma knew that he liked this next song, and as the beat came, her grin widened; one of her favorites.
"…I pledge allegiance to the underworld one nation under dog there of which I stand alone; a face in the crowd—" He pointed in the direction of Bulma and the group, though he could have been pointing anywhere. "—unsung against the mold; without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know—cause I want to be the minority I don't need your authority. Down with the moral majority 'cause I want to be the minority!… Stepped out of the line like a sheep runs from the herd, marching out of time, to my own beat now. The only way I know!… One light, one mind, flashing in the dark, blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts! 'For crying out loud,' she screamed unto me, a free for all, fuck 'em all, you are your own sight!" And then Bulma couldn't stand it any longer and began to sing along.
By the time the concert was voice Bulma and everyone else's voices were shot. They could barely hear or speak, and yet their spirits had never been higher. They were headed so quickly towards the backstage entrance they almost charged into two large security guards.
"Seems 17's found quite the bunch," said the bald guard to the other. "He's the only one that uses those things." He snatched up the backstage passes and opened the gate, not at all masking his lust for the three ladies. Krillin wanted to punch him hard in the gut, though settled for a sideways glare.
"Hey there!" 17 called, waving from the back door of the stage. "Come you guys! Everyone back here's itching to see who I found!"
"We're coming as fast as we can, 17!" Bulma shot back, relishing in the chuckle that escaped his lips. Maris seemed immune to jealousy on that account, and Bulma was glad for it. She could see herself falling for 17 more than Vegeta. Not that she didn't adore the reckless lead singer, but he just didn't seem like the type of guy that would be interested in her. Maybe she was wrong. "Like I could have any of them," she thought with a laugh as she and her friends passed through the doorway.
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"Well, we better get going before we miss the concert," Chi-Chi said excitedly, grabbing Krillin's suitcase and throwing it in the trunk.
Bulma didn't think she'd ever been this happy.
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They pulled into the hotel parking lot around 5:00PM, which gave them a solid two hours to get everything situated before the concert. For nearly the entire ride up there, they blasted Green Dragon CDs, screaming the lyrics, and banging their hands to the songs. After two hours, however, their voices started to ache and Bulma slipped in one of her classical CDs to put them in a calm mood before the concert riot. And they were going to need all that energy in the pit.
"My Kami," Chi-Chi sighed, falling back on her and Bulma's bed; Krillin would be sleeping in the other one. "I still cannot believe we're going to see Green Dragon. We're in the damn hotel only like five blocks away from the stadium and I still can't believe it! This has got to be the best day of my life. I can die after this day."
"Tell me about it," Bulma mused, drooling over her CD cover. She was "in love" with the lead singer. Chi-Chi's eyes were for the bassist, however, and Krillin couldn't take his eyes off the TV when the drummer, and only female, was on it. She was also a singer in the band, though mostly played the drums, her passion, or so said their biography. There was another member of the band as well. He was the official secondary singer and played guitar when the lead singer did not, which rarely happened. And when the girl sung this fourth member played the drums in her stead.
"How long do you think it'll take us to walk over there?" Krillin asked, starring out the window at the stadium that was just visible on a hill in the distance.
"Krillin, there is no way in hell we're going to be late for this. We've all waited too long to miss it. We can leave now if you're worried about it."
"No," Chi-Chi protested, jumping and running for the bathroom. "I'm not going to the concert looking like this!"
"You look fine," Bulma sighed, never caring much to prep herself for any occasion, no matter how big. Sure she was beautiful, anyone could see that, but the way she presented herself sometimes turned people away. From behind one wouldn't be able to tell her from a man. She tended to wear clothes that were a size too big and her hair in a low ponytail.
"You might not like glamming up, which is all fine and dandy," she said, snatching her make-up bag from her suitcase. "But I refuse to leave this hotel room without looking like a movie star."
"We're not here to pick up guys, Chi."
"I know that. But—" A sudden knock at the door stopped her mid-sentence. "How the hell is that?"
"Hey! I saw you all come in," a voice on the other side yelled. "I'm in a room now the hall. You're going to the concert, right?"
"Yeah," Chi-Chi answered, ignoring Bulma's signals to not speak to the stranger.
"Well guess who's staying in this very hotel!?"
Chi-Chi ran over and swung open the door, pulling in the short brunette on the other side. She struck her immediately as looking familiar, but her brain was racing too fast to settle on that point.
"Who?"
"Green Dragon!" She grabbed Chi-Chi's arms, as if they were old friends. "Kami, can you believe it? I just saw them in the lobby a few seconds ago and I ran up here to tell you guys."
"Why would you tell us?" Bulma asked, quite unnerved by this girl.
"Cause I know you. You're Bulma Briefs," she said pointing to Bulma. "And you're Chi-Chi Mau, and over there on the bed, that's Krillin Roshi."
"How—"
"I go to Orange Star with you guys. You probably don't know who I am 'cause I'm a Junior."
Krillin decided to approach the door at that point, suddenly realizing where he knew her from.
"Maris?" he asked, thinking how odd it was to see her there. "Maris Idane?" He knew her name for some reason, though couldn't exactly put his finger on the place he knew her from. Certainly not school, for she said she was a Junior, and they were all Seniors.
"The one and only. And you're probably wondering where you know me from." He nodded. "Remember that day when you and that blonde chickadee got into this big fight at the mall? You know, the one where she threw your bags into the fountain and then yelled louder when you jumped in after them."
"My new Green Dragon CD was in one of those bags," he said quietly.
"Well, remember after she stormed off I came over to you and told you I saw the whole thing and bought us some ice cream?"
"Right!" He remembered that day exactly as she said it. How could he have forgotten her? Though it was quite a long time ago. "You even told me you went to school with me and knew who I was, and I remembered thinking how strange it was. And then you said—"
"Name's Maris Idane, the one and only," Maris laughed, scooping Krillin into a bear hug. It was more than clear to the group that she was a very touchy-feely person. "So, where are your tickets? My aunt works for a ticket vender and got me a ticket in the pit. Only one though," she sighed. "So I'm here all by myself. But at least I'm here. I can't wait!"
"Pit, eh?" Chi-Chi glanced at Bulma, who nodded reluctantly. She didn't know this girl, yet there was something about her that was so appealing. She was friendly sure, but Bulma could definitely see herself getting to know her. "So, you're going to hang out with us in the pit, aren't you?"
"Could I?"
"Wouldn't ask if you couldn't." Chi-Chi swung her arm around Maris' shoulder and walked out of the room, the others following behind. "Now where did you say Green Dragon was?"
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The search party found themselves in the lobby in a matter of minutes, creeping around like robbers and looking around the corners before taking the turn. Only Maris seemed sane about the whole ordeal, having already seen the band a few moments earlier. As they walked she declared her love for the secondary singer. "I just love his long black hair," she sighed as if starring at his poster right then.
"I didn't think the lobby was this far away," Chi-Chi groaned. But just as she said it, they found themselves in the lobby, empty save an old couple who were just checking out. "Kuso! They're already gone."
"Well it's not like we're not going to see them tonight," said Maris cheerfully. "And then they'll come back here, same as us. And you know what?" She gave them no time even to ponder a guess. "I haven't seen one other younger person in this hotel since I got here last night. And believe me, I've been scouting for them. I've only seen adults with little children and older couples like them." She motioned to the couple as they exited the building. "I think all the people our age are staying at the two bigger hotels across the street from the stadium. They probably thought that Green Dragon would be staying in either of those places. They're smarter to come here and not be stalked by a bunch of crazy, screeching fans."
"We thought so too," came a deep and friendly masculine voice from behind the group. They all turned around slowly, coming face to face with the very love of Maris. She took a deep, steady breath, almost unable to tear her eyes away from his beautifully chiseled face. He was alone.
"Hi," came Maris' small voice. She reached her hand out immediately. There was no way in hell she was going to act just like the screeching fans she so hated, and was just complaining about. "I'm Maris." Her voice was becoming stronger, but her new friends couldn't seem to find their own. "We're all here for the concert."
"Hi Maris," he replied, taking her hand and pulling her into a swift, quick hug. "I can't tell you how great it is to finally meet some fans that don't jump up and down, and squeal every time they see one of us. Oh, and I'd introduce myself, but there's really no point. You came to the concert for a reason."
"I'm Chi-Chi," Chi-Chi suddenly said, finding her voice. True she did not particularly favor this member of Green Dragon, but there was no denying her attraction to him. He was absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello Chi. Can I call you Chi?"
She nodded vigorously. No doubt she'd be talking about this for the rest of the night.
"And who might you two be?"
Bulma smiled at this. He was addressing Krillin as well, not at all shallow the way she expected band members to be.
"I'm Bulma."
"And I'm Krillin."
"Bulma? Why does that name sound so familiar?" the black-haired Dragon asked. "I know it's not common."
"She's the heiress of Capsule Corp. in Satan City," Maris piped in. "She's just about as famous as you guys, though I don't suspect there are posters of her hanging in teenage boys' rooms."
He laughed loudly at this, sending a shiver through all the girls.
"Bulma Briefs. Why I never thought I'd actually meet the co-inventor of dino caps. You and your father are truly amazing."
"Thank you," she replied, not at all giddy and uncomfortable anymore. It was like they'd known him for years. And the same with Maris. She seemed to fit in perfectly with them. It was a wonder that she hadn't always been there. "Everyone usually gives my dad all the credit."
"Well they shouldn't. But hey, I really need to get going. We need to be at the stadium in a half an hour for sound check and stuff. It was nice meeting you all. Especially you Bulma." He gave her a little wink and turned to leave, only to stop a few feet away and turn back around. "Seriously," he sighed with a little laughed. "You didn't really think I'd up and leave without inviting you all backstage."
"Wh-What?" Krillin stuttered, acting just the way he had when he'd first found out about the tickets. "What d'you mean, backstage?"
"After the concert, of course," he replied. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out four laminated backstage passes on necklace strings. "Here," he said, handing one to each of them. "We're all allowed to bring back at least four people, if we want. But no one ever seems to find that many that aren't fainting or screaming. Thank Kami you four showed up. It gets kind of boring just with me and the other band members. We need a change of scenery sometimes. And it's so ironic that I find you all are from Satan City." He blushed slightly, then added, "Sorry. I'm rambling. I always ramble."
"It's quite alright," Maris assured. "But what's so ironic about us being from Satan City?"
"We're all from Satan City, too," he laughed. "Just no one knows it. Well, you all do now. Our agent concocted some bullshit story about us all being from Tokyo. She thought the 'small city' image wouldn't do us any good. Even though Satan City is far from small. But I suppose nothing compared to Tokyo. And here I am, rambling again, and I think I'm late. Oh well, it was great talking to you all. Sorry that I did all the talking. Bye Maris, Chi, Bulma, Krillin. I'll see you all after the concert." And with that he was gone, leaving the group in a state of hysteria and mild panic.
"Holy Kami I cannot believe he just saw me like THIS!" Chi-Chi stammered, then turned and ran towards their hotel room to get ready for the concert, her backstage pass pressed protectively to her chest.
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It was more than a nightmare for the group to get to their section in the stadium. Thousands of fans were screaming and shoving and being all around rude when Maris would politely say, "Excuse me." Bulma found their behavior inexcusable and simply began shoving through the crowd, not caring who she elbowed or kicked. The others followed suit, apologizing for Bulma's temper when they could.
"Well that wasn't worth it," Bulma huffed. "I think some bitch took my hair tie. I specifically remember pulling my hair back. Do any of you have one?"
"Yeah," Maris said, pulling one off her wrist. "I always have a ton handy."
"Thanks."
"Hey Krill," Chi-Chi said, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, ignoring the redhead to her right that scoffed at her. Their backstage passes were clearly visible to everyone. "What's up? You don't seem all excited like you were before."
"I am. Believe, I'm about to faint," he laughed. "I'm just in a little bit of awe right now. And I still can't believe we're going backstage. I probably will faint back there."
"Aren't you glad Maron is out of the picture now?" she asked cautiously. If he faltered, she didn't see it.
"I miss her. But you know, you guys were right. She never did like me really. I don't even remember why she wanted to date me in the first place…The concert is definitely worth it though."
"Shut up," Maris suddenly spat, startling the group. In the short time they'd known her she'd never really raised her voice and seemed completely mellow. "Sorry. The curtains are opening."
The crowd went silent for a moment, as if everyone was holding their breath. The suspense was so thick that there seemed no air to breath even if anyone could. A moment later a tall, very good-looking guy with crazy spiky hair walked out on stage, a bass guitar slung around his shoulder. Chi-Chi nearly fainted at the sight of him. He was beyond gorgeous to her.
"I have some bad news for you all," came his deep, hypnotizing voice. The crowd went into a frenzy. "For the next few hours you're going to have to put up with some ghastly tunes and horrid singing. I apologize now for any damaged caused to your eardrums on account of our ridiculously awful music."
The crowd immediately burst into tears of laughter, as did the man on stage. He motioned for the rest of the band to come out, two of which bore sullen faces, and the other being the secondary singer from the hotel.
"I'm under the impression that you all know who we are," came the secondary singers voice. "Green Dragon, of course. And our names—just incase you suffer from short-term memory loss; I'm 17. That lovely lady back there on the drums is my twin sister, 18." The blonde at the drums waved princess style to the crowd, her face still bearing a look of pure boredom. But the guys in the crowd seemed to either go wild, or stand stock-still as Krillin did. It was a stadium full of teenagers in love. "Our bassist goes by the name Goku." The spiky haired man waved, and Chi-Chi could have sworn he was looking directly at her. "And the guy that all the women seem to flock to—though I don't know why—our lead singer, Vegeta." Bulma could barely keep her eyes off him as he stood there, guitar around his shoulder, starring blankly somewhere into the crowd. His jet-black hair stood straight on end, a feat that no fan had ever accomplished with any amount of gel—his hair was natural—and his onyx eyes were mesmerizing. She almost didn't hear when they began to play their first song.
Vegeta stood behind his mic, strumming at his guitar, knowing, of course, exactly when to begin. And as the first words passed through his lips, Bulma knew that he was the man she wanted to marry.
"Hey old man in woman's shoes. I wonder if he knows I think he's craaazy," came Vegeta's voice. Bulma almost couldn't believe that that voice was coming from that face. "When he was young did he have dreams of wearing woman's shoes and being crazy?… It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age, will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change?… Or will I grow that old? Will I still be around? The way I carry on I'll end up six feet underground and waste away..." He glanced around the crowd, and Chi-Chi bet on her life that he was starring directly at Bulma, and then continued to sing. "When the old man was in school did the golden rule make him go crazy? Or did he hide away from hopes behind a smile and smoking dope? It's craaazy." And on the song went, lulling the audience with the lyrics and soothing voice that sang so magnificently. "…It keeps my head spinning around, and waste away..."
Immediately the next song began, and the most seductive smirk came to Vegeta's lips. Bulma knew that he liked this next song, and as the beat came, her grin widened; one of her favorites.
"…I pledge allegiance to the underworld one nation under dog there of which I stand alone; a face in the crowd—" He pointed in the direction of Bulma and the group, though he could have been pointing anywhere. "—unsung against the mold; without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know—cause I want to be the minority I don't need your authority. Down with the moral majority 'cause I want to be the minority!… Stepped out of the line like a sheep runs from the herd, marching out of time, to my own beat now. The only way I know!… One light, one mind, flashing in the dark, blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts! 'For crying out loud,' she screamed unto me, a free for all, fuck 'em all, you are your own sight!" And then Bulma couldn't stand it any longer and began to sing along.
By the time the concert was voice Bulma and everyone else's voices were shot. They could barely hear or speak, and yet their spirits had never been higher. They were headed so quickly towards the backstage entrance they almost charged into two large security guards.
"Seems 17's found quite the bunch," said the bald guard to the other. "He's the only one that uses those things." He snatched up the backstage passes and opened the gate, not at all masking his lust for the three ladies. Krillin wanted to punch him hard in the gut, though settled for a sideways glare.
"Hey there!" 17 called, waving from the back door of the stage. "Come you guys! Everyone back here's itching to see who I found!"
"We're coming as fast as we can, 17!" Bulma shot back, relishing in the chuckle that escaped his lips. Maris seemed immune to jealousy on that account, and Bulma was glad for it. She could see herself falling for 17 more than Vegeta. Not that she didn't adore the reckless lead singer, but he just didn't seem like the type of guy that would be interested in her. Maybe she was wrong. "Like I could have any of them," she thought with a laugh as she and her friends passed through the doorway.
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Note: I do not own rights to either of the Green Day songs I used in this chapter. The bands, of course, have full credit. The songs, by the way (if you didn't know), were "Android"—heehee—and "Minority", a very common song by Green Day.
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