Right now my ideas are running at full speed so my A/N will be at the end. I don't own any brand named items let alone dbz! (To other authors, does your spell check go crazy on Chi Chi's name like mine does?) Oh and I'll be leaving all my little comments out of the story, because it does distract. Thank you for pointing that out! But seriously, I hated describing what the crew looked like at the club, so from next chapter on, use your own damn imagination! This is the only time I'll let you see what I consider "attractive." 18 is wearing what I wore to the last club I went to, haha!!!!!!
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The clocks chimed six times as Bulma pulled her car into the Mau residence. Their relationship was something that most of the school never did understand. Here Chi Chi was, best friend of THE Bulma Briefs, and dirt poor. She dressed only in home made garments or second hand clothes from "The Village," cooked her own food from a personal garden, and depended on friends to drive her around, yet she was always happy. It always made Bulma feel artificial when she thought about it. Bulma shopped only at the best places, drove the best cars, and had hundreds of personal chefs waiting on hand and foot every hour. Well, at least Chi Chi didn't care about or envy Bulma's high life style. Bulma had enough problems with people lying to get her wealth. That's why she liked Chi Chi, she was simple and happy the way she was.
Plus, she was a bomb chef!
Bulma was finally inside the house and sitting on the bed watching her friend dig through random clothes for their club date tonight. Finally, she whispered, "How do you see me?"
Chi Chi stopped rummaging and turned around, "What?"
"What kind of person am I?"
Chi Chi gave her an odd look and sat down beside her, "Why would you ask me that?"
Dropping her head, she replied only with a shrug. Chi Chi's expression softened as she put her arm around her best friend. "You really want to know, huh?" A simple nod was her answer. "Alright then, I see a beautiful and caring person. Someone who would do anything for her friends and family. I see a girl who knows things from equations to what purse matches which shoes. I see a woman who would never cheat, steal, or lie. I see your honesty." Bulma winced at that but Chi Chi didn't notice as she started to stand and pace the room, like she was on a super mission to cheer up her friend. "I see what every woman wants to be! I see…"
"Ok Chi Chi, I get it," Bulma cut off with a short chuckle that quickly turned into a frown.
"Bulma, what is wrong with you lately? I mean, you've been depressed for as long as I can remember. You can tell me."
"Nothing is wrong Chi, I'm just…forget it. Lets get ready for the club!" She ended with a quick jump off her friends bed and straight line to the door, only to stop when Chi Chi's voice stopped her.
"Bulma…you wouldn't hide anything from me, right? I mean, we've been friends since we were tots."
Bulma ran her hands on the door frame and was silent for a few seconds. She finally left, leaving a very unconvinced Chi Chi with a quick, "Of course not."
The time was 11 pm and the destination was "Screwy Lewey's." The girls, consisting of Bulma, Chi Chi, Marron, 18, and Launch, all climbed out of Bulma's car. Each were dressed in their own special outfits for the night as well as make up. Bulma wore her hair down, the blue locks curled at the tips that reached her middle back and her bangs curled perfectly. She wore a black leather tube top that showed off her toned stomach and enough cleavage to entice any man to her side. She finished it off with a jean mini skirt, large black hoop earrings, kohl eyeliner, and black heels.
Chi Chi was looking lovely in a vintage brown skirt that bellowed out when she moved and a white spaghetti strap shirt. Her raven hair was down completely and a bunch of tiny braids were scattered throughout. She wore simple flip flops, dangly bracelets, and feather earrings. Her eyes were lightly lined with brown and on her lips a clear lip gloss.
Marron and Launch are unimportant to the author and frankly only there for space. Marron just dressed up sluttish while Launch wore jeans and a tube top. The author will now hide from angry Marron and Launch fans.
18 was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and black pumps. Her shirt was black with a neon green stripe going from her left shoulder to her right torso. The right sleeve reached her finger tips but was cut from her shoulder to the end, letting the material just flow as it wished. The left sleeve was just a braided spaghetti strap of neon green and black. She wore a dog collar and green glow stick earrings. Her makeup was kohl liner around her lids and a sparkling green eye shadow with a simple lip gloss to accent her mouth. Her hair was pulled into a pony tail with two strands left down to outline her face.
They walked to the club, paid, and got in to see the guys (Goku, Vegeta, Krillen, Yamcha, 17, Turles, & Tien). They all looked fine in their outfits and such. First Chi Chi latched onto Goku laughing as he spun her around, her skirt lightly floating with her. Vegeta scoffed, "What the hell are you wearing wench? This is a club, not Woodstock." Chi Chi flared up but quickly brushed it off when Goku muttered how sexy he thought she was. They quickly left the group to get on the dance floor, but not without Chi Chi shoving Bulma towards Turles.
'Damn it, I forgot to have Chi Chi cancel this. Why did I have to get all mopey?' Bulma inwardly slapped herself a dozen times and smiled at Turles at the same time. By now the rest of the gang had attended to the dance floor, Vegeta too as Marron practically dragged him. "Hello Turles."
"Bulma! Wow, you've grown since I've seen you last! How long has it been?"
"Since seventh grade I believe. You moved away, remember?" She joked, extremely uncomfortable by the situation. She could almost feel Vegeta's eyes burning into her neck by now. "What are you doing back here?"
"Oh my father was promoted again and we had to move back to this office. I'll even be enrolled at your high school this coming Tuesday!" He grinned to her as he stepped closer, "So I suppose I'll be seeing a lot of you."
Bulma let a nervous laugh escape as she backed up, "Yeah, I guess so."
Not noticing this, Turles leaned closer, "You're very beautiful tonight. I can't help myself." He slowly leaned in to kiss a shell shocked Bulma when he was suddenly sent flying across the room. The music quickly ended as everyone in the club looked at an extremely pissed off Vegeta, whose arm was still extended from his previous attack.
His eyes were still twitching as he yelled out for all to hear, "NO ONE TOUCHES MY WOMAN!"
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Well I guess the secrets out now! Hmm, I wonder if doing that in a public place was the best idea? Haha! Ahh…toodles for now! Hope you enjoyed it!
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The clocks chimed six times as Bulma pulled her car into the Mau residence. Their relationship was something that most of the school never did understand. Here Chi Chi was, best friend of THE Bulma Briefs, and dirt poor. She dressed only in home made garments or second hand clothes from "The Village," cooked her own food from a personal garden, and depended on friends to drive her around, yet she was always happy. It always made Bulma feel artificial when she thought about it. Bulma shopped only at the best places, drove the best cars, and had hundreds of personal chefs waiting on hand and foot every hour. Well, at least Chi Chi didn't care about or envy Bulma's high life style. Bulma had enough problems with people lying to get her wealth. That's why she liked Chi Chi, she was simple and happy the way she was.
Plus, she was a bomb chef!
Bulma was finally inside the house and sitting on the bed watching her friend dig through random clothes for their club date tonight. Finally, she whispered, "How do you see me?"
Chi Chi stopped rummaging and turned around, "What?"
"What kind of person am I?"
Chi Chi gave her an odd look and sat down beside her, "Why would you ask me that?"
Dropping her head, she replied only with a shrug. Chi Chi's expression softened as she put her arm around her best friend. "You really want to know, huh?" A simple nod was her answer. "Alright then, I see a beautiful and caring person. Someone who would do anything for her friends and family. I see a girl who knows things from equations to what purse matches which shoes. I see a woman who would never cheat, steal, or lie. I see your honesty." Bulma winced at that but Chi Chi didn't notice as she started to stand and pace the room, like she was on a super mission to cheer up her friend. "I see what every woman wants to be! I see…"
"Ok Chi Chi, I get it," Bulma cut off with a short chuckle that quickly turned into a frown.
"Bulma, what is wrong with you lately? I mean, you've been depressed for as long as I can remember. You can tell me."
"Nothing is wrong Chi, I'm just…forget it. Lets get ready for the club!" She ended with a quick jump off her friends bed and straight line to the door, only to stop when Chi Chi's voice stopped her.
"Bulma…you wouldn't hide anything from me, right? I mean, we've been friends since we were tots."
Bulma ran her hands on the door frame and was silent for a few seconds. She finally left, leaving a very unconvinced Chi Chi with a quick, "Of course not."
The time was 11 pm and the destination was "Screwy Lewey's." The girls, consisting of Bulma, Chi Chi, Marron, 18, and Launch, all climbed out of Bulma's car. Each were dressed in their own special outfits for the night as well as make up. Bulma wore her hair down, the blue locks curled at the tips that reached her middle back and her bangs curled perfectly. She wore a black leather tube top that showed off her toned stomach and enough cleavage to entice any man to her side. She finished it off with a jean mini skirt, large black hoop earrings, kohl eyeliner, and black heels.
Chi Chi was looking lovely in a vintage brown skirt that bellowed out when she moved and a white spaghetti strap shirt. Her raven hair was down completely and a bunch of tiny braids were scattered throughout. She wore simple flip flops, dangly bracelets, and feather earrings. Her eyes were lightly lined with brown and on her lips a clear lip gloss.
Marron and Launch are unimportant to the author and frankly only there for space. Marron just dressed up sluttish while Launch wore jeans and a tube top. The author will now hide from angry Marron and Launch fans.
18 was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and black pumps. Her shirt was black with a neon green stripe going from her left shoulder to her right torso. The right sleeve reached her finger tips but was cut from her shoulder to the end, letting the material just flow as it wished. The left sleeve was just a braided spaghetti strap of neon green and black. She wore a dog collar and green glow stick earrings. Her makeup was kohl liner around her lids and a sparkling green eye shadow with a simple lip gloss to accent her mouth. Her hair was pulled into a pony tail with two strands left down to outline her face.
They walked to the club, paid, and got in to see the guys (Goku, Vegeta, Krillen, Yamcha, 17, Turles, & Tien). They all looked fine in their outfits and such. First Chi Chi latched onto Goku laughing as he spun her around, her skirt lightly floating with her. Vegeta scoffed, "What the hell are you wearing wench? This is a club, not Woodstock." Chi Chi flared up but quickly brushed it off when Goku muttered how sexy he thought she was. They quickly left the group to get on the dance floor, but not without Chi Chi shoving Bulma towards Turles.
'Damn it, I forgot to have Chi Chi cancel this. Why did I have to get all mopey?' Bulma inwardly slapped herself a dozen times and smiled at Turles at the same time. By now the rest of the gang had attended to the dance floor, Vegeta too as Marron practically dragged him. "Hello Turles."
"Bulma! Wow, you've grown since I've seen you last! How long has it been?"
"Since seventh grade I believe. You moved away, remember?" She joked, extremely uncomfortable by the situation. She could almost feel Vegeta's eyes burning into her neck by now. "What are you doing back here?"
"Oh my father was promoted again and we had to move back to this office. I'll even be enrolled at your high school this coming Tuesday!" He grinned to her as he stepped closer, "So I suppose I'll be seeing a lot of you."
Bulma let a nervous laugh escape as she backed up, "Yeah, I guess so."
Not noticing this, Turles leaned closer, "You're very beautiful tonight. I can't help myself." He slowly leaned in to kiss a shell shocked Bulma when he was suddenly sent flying across the room. The music quickly ended as everyone in the club looked at an extremely pissed off Vegeta, whose arm was still extended from his previous attack.
His eyes were still twitching as he yelled out for all to hear, "NO ONE TOUCHES MY WOMAN!"
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Well I guess the secrets out now! Hmm, I wonder if doing that in a public place was the best idea? Haha! Ahh…toodles for now! Hope you enjoyed it!