A/N: Man, has it been forever, or what? This is my favorite… or one of them… of the stories I'm writing so I'm updating it first. YES! I AM ALIVE!
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT… sad but true.
Chichi's eyes fluttered opened and the smell of food hit her nose like rocks to her skull. She looked around and realized she wasn't at her home, but Eighteen's house instead. What had happened last night? Oh yeah… Goku had happened. She couldn't help but smile at the thought, but quickly shook it from her head. Just another fuck.
So how did she end up here?
"Eighteen?" Chichi called as she stood, fully dressed, and walked into the hallway. "Eighteen?" She repeated.
"Mornin' Chi," Eighteen smiled and put her cigarette down momentarily, enough time to switch the page of a magazine she was reading, "Had quite a night last night, huh?"
"The hell you talking about?" Chichi lit a cigarette and sat down, "Who's cookin'?
"The chef, of course… dumb ass. Goku brought you home around twelve, a blush and smirk on that damned face. Said he'd be by later… he had things to take care of." Eighteen laughed to herself and let a puff of smoke slide from her lips, "I thought you were through with guys for a while?"
"I am," Chichi leaned back in the love seat, "It was just a fling. It's over… fuck him."
"From the looks of it, you already did. Who would've guessed?" Eighteen grinned, "Then again… you move fast."
"Bitch," Chichi muttered and glared, "It was HIM who got to me, got it?"
"Right," Eighteen flipped another page of her magazine, "Did you use a condom?"
"God damn it Eighteen," Chichi closed her eyes in frustration, "I'm going to go take a shower." She stood up and walked to Eighteen's room, preparing herself for a good cleaning. If only she could remember the things Goku had said the previous night.
A/N Yeah, it's short… but I'm warming up my brain. Remember my absence? Haha… yeah… it's still in lock down. Thanks for all the reviews! Love you all!