Disclaimer: Go to chapter one if you're so smart!

I've been lazy as of late. I believe it has to do with all the Japanese DB I've been watching. Btw, its nice to see that some of my other fans are still alive. (And yes, I am female. And, indeed, if I were male, I'd be gay.) lol And, no, he doesn't have the ring with him. But he has something better. -snicker-
Taifu regretted not registering in the hotel beforehand, but she didn't really know too long before she set off that she would be going to North Capital. "Yes, that will be one room for Miss Keshou Taifu," she passed him her credit card and ID, then turned to her driver, who seemed to be leaving. "Won't you be needing a room, Nition?"
He looked back at her with a nervous smile and scratched his head. "No thanks, Keshou-san. I'll be staying with my girlfriend tonight. She happens to live here in North Capital."
"Oh, I see." She giggled a bit and shooed him off with her gloved hand. "Best to keep in touch, then. You'll call and give me your address and number when I need you, I hope?"
"Yes, ma'am. Have a good evening." He bowed and set out.
"Now," she directed towards the bellhop, "Will you show me to my room?"
"Hai." He picked up her bags. "This way, please."

"Sugoi! You can afford a Jacuzzi in your room?" one of the girls exclaimed when she saw the whirling, bubbly pool.
"That's right." He grinned widely. "But it's not a luxury that I ever intended to enjoy alone, if you know what I mean."
They both made cries of delight and shed their apparel down to some useless strips of cloth that they called underwear before jumping into the bath. Shuran smiled to this and went to make the girls some drinks in his little private bar. Of course, these girls didn't know that this wasn't actually Shuran's apartment. This was a rouse that he and a friend managed to set up. Whenever a room (particularly, a good one) became left behind by the owner for whatever reason, Shuran would take residence with a copy of the room key until it was sold again. It wasn't as if he was penniless (in fact, he could probably afford the place) but he had legal matters draining him more than he needed already.
He grabbed a few glasses and proceeded to pull out various liquors.

"What the Hell does he think he's doing?" Piccolo glared through the window at the man mixing drinks.
His father raised a brow as he looked himself. "It appears to me like he's making three Dirty Martinis."
"I noticed that! But he obviously has no clue how to mix a martini! Look! He can't even strain them into the glasses! He's just pouring!" Piccolo turned to the older Namekku-sei-jin. "And why is this idiot my 'first target'? I'm sure it's not just because he's a fucking moron."
He scoffed. "No... but practically. Did you know that you actually have a list in that mind of yours of who you want to kill the most? He's number two."
Piccolo glanced at the man again, who was even struggling with putting in the olive juice. "Number two? I don't remember him at all..."
"I'm not surprised. It's been several years, and your not exactly mentally stable right now. I bet you can't guess who number one on the list is."
There was a pause. "Son Goku?"
Another laugh. "No, but admirable that you said that so quickly. As it stands, you still cannot best him in battle. You'll be glad when you see who it is you'll kill next; trust me." Before his son could say anything further, he passed into him, causing an unusual glow to appear over his skin.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Making things a little more interesting."

"All right, ladies! I hope that I didn't keep you wait--" Shuran's polished prattle stopped abruptly when he saw the bashed-in window, and the soaked girls cowering behind the furniture.
"I have to kill you..." an amused voice while it's speaker walked out into clearer sight, "...but I'm not quite sure on how I want to do it."
Shuran growled at the anonymous man, and immediately grabbed the closest object before running to swing it at the perpetrator's head. His arm was only grabbed before the lamp came in contact with its intended mark. It was at this time when he realised that he knew the burglar.
"I have the idea that I want to make it a slow, painful demise, but how to go about it..." the man continued, then started to crush the limb in his hand.
Rushu gave a shout before he was released and allow to retreat a few meters. "That uniform..." he mumbled, "That's the bartender's uniform for that pub..."
Piccolo picked up a letter opener from a table, not paying any mind to the fact that his reflection in the mirror above was not that of a Namekku-sei-jin in a white cape and turban, but a Human in a vest and dress shirt. He smirked and made a quick advance towards Shuran, slashing deep into his left shoulder. The pitiful Human gave another yell as he clenched his wound with his right hand and fell back. The assault continued thus; quick, precise attacks that often left gashes, and all wounds afflicted were deliberately away from any vital areas. Piccolo was truly only torturing him.
He must have gotten bored of the little knife, as he threw it away with little concern and seized Shuran by the hair. He lifted him to level with his face, then kneed him in his already hemorrhaging abdomen and threw him up a bit more to punch him directly between the cheekbones. This action threw him out the window onto the metal bar on the room's balcony. Shuran twisted to try to get another good look at whoever was doing this to him, and found one of the meter-tall gargoyles that decorated the outside of the building tossed upon him, pinning his legs against that balcony fence. He felt that he was in the worst position: trapped and bleeding while weakness forced him to lean back over the hundred-story drop. As Piccolo came closer with his dark leer, Shuran finally seemed to be able to fit a name to that face. "Be-Berumo--"
He was cut off by death. Piccolo had given one good punch down on his ribs, and since he was trapped and leaning back from the balcony guard, the force snapped his spine clear in two. He now hung lifeless like a broken puppet, blood still dripping from him into the street.

Bulma closed the door to Trunks' room and heaved a sigh of relief. It's still very hard to make her son go to sleep, and when he has a friend over, it's even more difficult. To top this off, she had just finished the designs to some new capsules and building the base prototypes. She was now only happy that the night was over for her and she can finally go to bed herself. A yawn came from her and she stretched to get any left over kinks out of her shoulders from sitting and leaning over papers and machine parts for so long.
As she pulled herself up the stairs, she groaned when she remembered the meeting scheduled the next morning. She had to meet the director of an affiliate company at 9:30 a.m. in another city, and the drive was sure to be a few hours in itself. This and the calculation of getting her face and hair prepared, factors up to...
"I have to wake up at about 6:00 a.m.," she mumbled, heading for her room, "I am so fucking tired that I'm surprised that I can see straight." She creaked her own door open. "Vegita better not still be awake. No way in Hell that he's going to get me to fool around tonight..."
Because of these DB eps, I've actually been getting ideas on Mebana, so I might end up taking it up soon. The major problem: there's almost definitely a rape scene. Although I assure it wouldn't be as bad as chapter 3 (everyone exhale), I didn't enjoy writing it that much, and you guys didn't seem to enjoy reading it. So, I'll probably be holding it off until I know how to handle it properly. So... who do you think his next target is?! points out the obvious