Last time:

"Well, Vegeta…honey. Um, you know how rich we are because of my father's company?"

"…Yes."

"Well, um. Not all of that money comes directly from the machines we make."

"Then where does it come from?" Vegeta asked narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"Well, you know all those 'business negotiations' that I sometimes go to? Well, I sometimes have to do…certain things to help the negotiations along a little quicker. That's how we've made so much money so quickly."

"And what exactly do you do to help, huh?" Vegeta ground out; crossing his arms so tightly he was beginning to cut off the circulation to them.

"Well, I can show you instead." And on cue the lights dimmed and some sexy sounding stripper music was heard throughout the studio.

Bulma stood up and walked to the centre of the stage, "I'm going to need a volunteer from the audience…anyone willing?"

Immediately the men from the audience started standing up and yelling to be chosen. Bulma finally picked one from the third row. He was rather handsome with his blue eyes and shoulder length black hair. He was wearing jeans, a tight black shirt, an orange scarf and a huge grin. Though it quickly vanished when he stole a glance over at Vegeta who was sending a death glare his way.

"Now, if you'll just be so kind as to sit down in this chair here please." She gestured to a chair that had been set up for him at the front of the stage and he promptly sat himself down.

Bulma gave him a sly, seductive look and slowly peeled off her robe giving him teasing glimpses at her body underneath it and letting the crowd (and Vegeta) grow anxious to see just what she had beneath it, if anything.

She slowly turned to the audience and slid the robe off of one shoulder, then the other and then let the rest drop to a heap around her feet.

The crowd went mad with cheers, applause and wild hooting and she turned back around to fully reveal her scandalous outfit to Vegeta and her all to eager volunteer.

Vegeta just gaped at Bulma, frozen to his chair in shock. Bulma was wearing the tiniest see-through tube top in existence, it couldn't have been more then 4cm in width and had 'Capsule Corporation' in tactically placed opaque pink letters across it.

To match with her 'top' was a thong in the same pink colour used for the 'Capsule Corporation' lettering and across the back of the thong, written in the same see-through material used for her tube top was 'Negotiator.'

Bulma, taking advantage of Vegeta's temporary state of surprise, began swinging her hips hypnotically and running her hands seductively over her own body for her more-than-happy-to-oblige volunteer.

But Vegeta soon regained his composure, ran over to the volunteer's chair and kicked the back of it hard, sending the poor unsuspecting man flying 30 feet into the air and straight into the cheering audience.

Vegeta tried to fly after him to 'finish the job' but Goku soon caught him and tackled him back down to the ground.

The crowd was going absolutely wild and Bulma was screaming; the noise level in the studio was hitting an all time high. Despite the fact that Vegeta's face was being so closely introduced to the stage floor his cussing could still be clearly heard over all the other racket in the room.

"BITCH! SLUT! TRAMP! WHORE! SLAG! HOE! HARLOT! PROSTITUE!"

"Ok, Vegeta. Let's go." Goku said hauling Vegeta up from his pinned position on the floor.

"I CANT BELIEVE YOU'D DO THIS TO ME! I GAVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT! I GAVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT WHEN YOU CAME HOME FROM THAT 'MEETING' WEARING A RAINCOAT AND G-STRING!" He ranted as he was being dragged backstage.

"OH I WAS WEARING A SUIT BUT I GOT CHANGED BEFORE I CAME HOME SO THAT I COULD GIVE YOU A LITTLE SURPRISE!" He screamed in a high-pitched imitation of Bulma's voice. Goku shoved Vegeta through the doorway but his head soon peered around the doorframe again.

"I TRUSTED YOU HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!"

"Enough Vegeta! Get back there!" Goku yelled pushing Vegeta's head back behind the doorframe.

"Ok, whilst Goku is just calming Vegeta down for us lets talk to Bulma. Please take a seat." Jerry politely gestured to her seat next to Vegeta's empty one.

Bulma sat back down again and mouthed a silent sorry to her volunteer who was being helped onto a stretcher.

"Now, do you blame him for reacting the way he did?"

A huge explosion sound followed by a colourful string of curses was heard from backstage.

"Uh…no, Jerry. I understand that this must be upsetting for him…but it's not like I sleep with any of these clients! I just dance for them! The money is great and it really helps the business out!"

(The crowd boo her)

"I'm talking thousands here! Don't tell me none of you would do the same if you were in my position!"

(The crowd boo her again)

"Oh! You don't even know me!" she yelled at them standing up.

(They begin to boo louder)

"Whatever! Whatever! Hey! You can kiss my ass you fat bitch! Who do you think you're booing? Just because you haven't got the body for it! Like mine!" she peeled down her tube top at the same moment Vegeta was being brought back on stage.

Shocked at her, he opened his mouth to yell but was quickly silenced when Goku slapped a hand across his mouth and dragged him back stage again.

"Uh, oops." Bulma said as she quickly pulled up her top again.

There was a lot of struggling sounds from backstage and Vegeta soon emerged again and silently sat down besides her. Goku soon followed and sat back down too, nursing a very nasty looking lump on his head.

"Welcome back Vegeta, are you a little more settled now?" asked Jerry.

Ignoring Jerry, Vegeta turned to Bulma who started fidgeting under his intense gaze.

"Have you even thought about our son?" he asked calmly.

"Oh, don't worry about me dad. I've known about it for ages and I'm cool with i-" Trunks quickly shut up as he saw the glare Vegeta was giving him.

"Shut up boy! I was asking your mother-and what the hell do you mean you knew about this?" he closed his eyes in irritation and took a deep breath. "Ok, ok. Never mind. What about me woman? How could you do this to me?"

"Vegeta, you know I love you with all my heart. This is just a job nothing more. I have never and will never sleep or touch any of these men. I just dance for them, that's all. I swear."

"Why do you do this? The company is so successful!"

"Well uh, I've always done this Vegeta. Since I was 16. I've always just done as I was told."

"As you were told? You never do anything you're told to do! Who's telling you to do this?" he asked getting riled up.

"Well, my pimp obviously."

"PIMP? YOU HAVE A PIMP? WHO IS HE? I'LL RIP THAT LITTLE ASSHOLE INTO PIECES TOO SMALL TO BE PICKED UP BY TWEZZERS!" He yelled standing up in anger.

"Lets bring out Bulma's pimp!" Jerry yelled.

(The crowd applauses as Bulma's pimp and one of his hoes walk out on stage.)

Vegeta just gaped as Bulma hugged her pimp and his other hoe hello. He was at a complete loss for words.

"Y-You? You're her pimp?" He asked.

Author's Notes: If ya haven't guessed already yes, the 'volunteer' is in fact Android 17. I have a little soft spot for him so I decided to add him in there. And poor Vegeta, how could things get any worse for our unlucky Prince? Find out in tomorrows chapter

Vegeta "Must you make my written life a living hell?"

Oojo "…Yes. Yes I must."

Vegeta "You've already made my son gay, had him fall in love with Kaka-spawn 2 and turned my wife into a slutty stripper for business men. What else can go wrong?"

Oojo counts off all the things that could possibly go wrong for Vegeta on her fingers "I estimate about 204 more things could go wrong for you from this point."

Vegeta sweat drops

"But don't worry. I wont use all of them."

Vegeta relaxes slightly

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