Chapter 3: Hard Time Believing
At the Club:
Bulma walked into the overly crowded club with Chi-chi and Yamcha. The club's atmosphere was great; everybody was dancing and having a good time, it was somewhere to leave all your worries at the door. She had chosen to wear knee high boots, a black mini with a slightly see though gold tank top that showed off her black bra. Not completely revealing, but enough to give someone ideas. Chi-chi had opted to dress a little more casual, she wasn't coming with or to see anyone, she didn't see the need to dress up. She wore tight dark blue jeans and a dark blue tank top with orange stripes down the sides. Both left their pin straight hair down with -what her mother called Egyptian style - bangs. Just to keep that image both girls had put on some eyeliner that mimicked the ancient style. They stood on the entrance balcony looking over the dance floor, Yamcha turned to the girls, "Let's dance."
Bulma smiled, "Sure. Chi, are you coming?"
Chi-chi shook her head, she'd rather eat bugs than see Yamcha dance with Bulma, "No, I'm going to go to the bar and get a water, I'm thirsty."
Bulma looked slightly disappointed, "Are you sure? I mean this place is packed, I don't want you getting hurt, or lost, or raped."
"She's a big girl, Bulma, let her go." Yamcha butted in.
Bulma looked at Chi-chi for a few seconds deciding whether she should; she knew what evils were out there, what could happen to her friend. Chi-chi broke into her thoughts, "I'll be fine , Bulma, don't worry about me."
Chi-chi walked away through the crowd before Bulma could protest, she turned to Yamcha, "You could have offered to go with her."
"Bulma, I'm not her boyfriend, and even if she had a boyfriend, she whines so much that he'd probably want her to be killed off or something."
Bulma looked at him in shock, "I can't believe you just said that about my best friend!"
"I was only telling the truth."
"It's my birthday, and she's my best friend, and you're acting like this? I can't believe it, you- you asshole! I'm going to find her, then I'm going home! Have fun by yourself Yamcha! It's over!"
He yelled after her, "I can't believe you dumping me for something I said about your friend!"
"She's more important than you are!"
She ran down the side steps to the main floor and through the crowd to the bar. She couldn't believe what he said, sure Chi may be a little harsh at times but everybody had their little quirks. Her's just happened to annoy some people, but she was still her best friend and if he couldn't understand that then screw him.
Chi-chi had made her way through the crowd, after some pushing, yelling, and some threats to some idiot's manhood. She sat on a stool at the bar next to a group of some weird looking guys. Good looking, but still weird. The one next to her had some extremely weird hair, it stuck out in every direction. The one on the other side of him had hair that looked like a flame. Next to him was a short bald guy. They were talking about some girl and incantations; definite weirdoes. The bartender, a large guy that looked more like a bouncer, came over to her, "What can I get you?"
"A water, please."
The conversation had dwindled to a few comments every now and then from Krillin. Vegeta was nursing a Bloody Mary. As for Goku, he was, well, bored. The club scene wasn't really him. A girl sat down next to him. Though she looked vaguely familiar, he had lived for centuries and didn't bother to place her face. She was really pretty, though; long pitch black hair, slightly tanned skin, and beautiful almond shaped black eyes. She asked for water. So, she didn't drink, for some reason he liked that. He covertly watched her for the next few seconds, and as a blue haired girl sat down next to her, his eyes widened in recognition.
Bulma sat down next to Chi-chi, "Hey."
Chi-chi looked over at her," I thought you were with Yamcha?"
"Yeah well," Bulma said shrugging, "we didn't agree on some things, so now that I'm, well -for lack of a better word- free, want to do something?"
"Uh yeah-"
This was his chance; he had to see if that blue haired girl was the one and the same Buruma. 'Please don't be fake blue hair!' he thought. He butted in, "Excuse me."
The girls looked at him. He got a good look at the blue haired one. He had to keep his face from dropping in astonishment, it was her. Down to the exotic cerulean almond shaped eyes, and the pale creamy skin, to the long straight blue hair. Vegeta had to see this. "Um, I was wondering if you would like to dance."
The black haired one looked at him like he was freak, "What?"
"Would you like to dance with me?"
"Uh-uh-"
"Yeah she would." The blue haired one who looked like Buruma answered, "Chi-chi this is...What's your name?"
"Goku." he gave the modern translation of his name.
"Ok, Chi-chi this is Goku. Goku, Chi-chi." Chi-chi looked hesitant, and Bulma practically pushed her into Goku, "Go dance." she ordered.
Chi-chi looked up at him, "Uh-hi?"
Goku smiled, "Hi. Want to go dance?"
"Sure."
"Umm...what about your friend?" hopefully she would want to dance too, or else he plan wouldn't work.
"I'll be fine, really.", Bulma answered automatically.
No, you won't, Goku thought, if it was the last thing he did, Vegeta was going to see this girl. The man in question was currently sitting behind him broodingly sipping at his Bloody Mary. Goku frowned, if Vegeta knew he didn't like them, why did he order them? Ignoring that for the moment he asked Bulma again, "Do you want to dance?"
"I'll be fine here."
"I have a friend who-"
"No, you don't." a voice behind him answered. Vegeta's.
Goku smiled sheepishly at the girls and turned around briefly to face Vegeta," Uh, Vegeta, I've found something -someone- you might want to see."
"Oh please, don't bore me with these stupid modern women, they think they're so smart when they no nothing at all. Couldn't even tell you who Cleopatra was."
Goku tried another approach, "What if I told you I had found the exact replica of Buruma?"
Vegeta lifted his head form where he was staring at the bar's surface, "I'd call you a liar and kill you."
"What if I told you she was standing right behind me?"
He glared in annoyance, "Kakkarot, what are you getting at?"
"Look behind me."
Vegeta glanced around Goku's body, expecting to humor his once guard. The flash of blue hair, the glance of cerulean eyes, the pale skin; it had to be her. She spun around slightly dancing to the music. The image was exactly the same, right down to the tattoo of the Eye of Horus, he glimpsed, on the small of her back. His jaw almost dropped, but the frozen disinterested scowl stayed in place. He had to be hallucinating. Goku hit him over the head," You're staring."
A slight pain. So he wasn't hallucinating. "Kakkarot, you try that again and I'll kill you."
"You always say that."
"This time I mean it."
"You always say that too. So, are you going to dance or not?"
"Fine, whatever. It better be her, or you are dead."
Goku turned to reveal the girls and Vegeta stood beside him, "Vegeta, this is Chi-chi and...I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't give it. I'm Bulma."
Geeze, even her name was similar, Goku thought. "Vegeta, Bulma. Bulma this is Vegeta."
Bulma's eyes gave Vegeta a once over. He was really hot; dark blue jeans, black button down, boots, and a duster. The complete opposite of Yamcha's sporty thug look. This one was a bad boy to the bone, she could tell from the looks of him, or maybe it was the appraising smirk he gave her.
The crowd screamed behind them as one of the large windows overlooking the dance floor above the blacony where she and Chi-chi had come in smashed into pieces and in the middle of the dance floor were two of the ugliest demons she had ever seen landed in the middle of the floor. She swore at the same time as Vegeta, "Shit!'
They glanced at each other. That was weird. It was like they were on the same wave-length. The demons spotted her; they must have followed her to the club. Vegeta was thinking the exact same thing, only they had followed him not her. He mentally groaned, as soon as he found her, he was taking credit not the idiot, didn't even get to say two words to her and they had to show up. Hopefully they didn't recognize her reincarnation. His eyes widened as Bulma rushed towards them, jumped and hit them both in the head with her feet.
It was a move she hadn't perfected yet and she landed painfully on her back, but, she thought as she smiled through the pain, she did hit the intended target. She realized three other people were fighting the demons, Vegeta, Goku, and the bald guy they were with. What the hell did they think they were doing? They fought with more strength and speed then she did, and they didn't mess up once. They were kicking the demon's ass. The crowd had evacuated the building, except for the five of them left. Chi-chi stood by the bar, not wanting to get involved, she couldn't give that thing one decent hit with out breaking her hand. Bulma stood up slowly; a lizardy voice from the balcony gave a command, "Get Buruma!"
Buruma? Wasn't that the ancient queen that had almost married the ancient pharaoh, dammit, she couldn't remember the name. What the-her thought was interrupted by a demon charging her. She round housed him over the head, effectively knocking him out onto the floor. Vegeta and Goku fought the other one; it was stronger and obviously trying to get to her. Vegeta shouted, "Krillin, get them out of here!"
The bald one looked at the girls, Chi-chi had rushed to Bulma's side, "Where should I bring them?"
Vegeta was punched in his distraction and Goku answered for him, "Bring them to the apartment."
Krillin nodded and walked over to them. He stood in front of Chi-chi, "I'm sorry." He hit the side of her neck, knocking her out. Bulma stood in shock, she couldn't believe this, these people had to be-why didn't she think of it sooner?-vampires.
"What the hell-" Bulma's rant was cut off by the hit Krillin placed on her neck. All she saw was darkness.
