Krillin shook his head not believing his luck. After the concert, he had gone back stage with the band but he didn't feel comfortable there after Bulma had left so he had gone back to watching The Androids perform. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful female Android. At one point she noticed him watching and winked at him. He had never been great with the ladies like Yamcha.

Most women didn't want a guy who was shorter than them even if he did work out several times a day and could lift a car over his shoulders. Chicks tend to think that short muscular dudes meant short angry dudes. That's why Krillin got into drums. Music opened all doors. With music lovers you could talk about your favorite albums or songs or artists. People didn't seem to care how short you were as long as you spoke their language and that language was a love of music. When Bulma had first suggested the group get together to form a band he had leapt at the idea. He was grateful to be included in something so inspiring.
He was surprised when the beautiful Android had invited him to her hotel room afterwards. Looking at her sleeping form, he silently thanked every wish, lucky star, good luck charm out there. Whatever lemons life had handed him this far had suddenly been turned into a mountain of sugar.

"Aren't you going to do something to me while I'm here helplessly asleep," 18 said as Krillin jumped a mile. "I've been fake sleeping for like 10 minutes now," she said in a playful tone.

"I, um, I was just admiring the view," Krillin said nervously.

18 rolled over the cover barely keeping her decent. She smiled at him and sat up, tucking her knees under her chin. She moved a stray hair out of her face."What's not to admire," she said. "I thought maybe you would want to go for another round. I mean, we still have time."

Krillin beamed at her, "Absolutely!"

"That's why I like drummers. Lots of stamina and they know how to keep up a good rhythm!" She laughed at the look on his face and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Yamcha and Puar were meeting a potential manager for a record label at a local sports bar. This was Yamcha's kind of place but he knew Bulma hated coming sports bars. It was part of the reason he picked it. He knew there wouldn't be a chance of running into her. They were still a team but he just didn't trust her decision making when it came to the good of the band. She didn't want to be a "sell out" but she didn't realize that some of them needed to pay bills. If they did things her way, they would magically be discovered after playing the Indi circuit for a few years. So he had to take matters into his own hands.

He was halfway through his second beer when the entertainment news came on. The sound was drowned out by the usual cheering enthusiastic sports fans at the bar but what Yamcha saw made him nearly choke. There on stage was one of the hottest bands of this century was Bulma. Not only Bulma but Krillin too on drums. He pulled out his phone and sent a bunch of furious texts to both Bulma's and Krillin's phones. He became more and more pissed with each hour that they ignored him. Puar did his best to calm Yamcha down not really understanding what Yamcha was so upset about but doing his best to be a good friend.
Yamcha was lost in his thoughts so he didn't notice when Zarbon approached. "Excuse me, are you Yamcha?" The tall green man said politely.

Yamcha almost fell off his bar stool. "Um, yeah?"

"I'm Zarbon," he then extended his hand out to the other man in greeting. Yamcha stared at the man. He would be what the ladies called handsome. He wore his hair in a long braid but he was dressed smartly in a three piece suit with a white vest and no tie. Instead the shirt was open almost indecently low for a guy.

Yamcha shook Zarbon's hand eagerly. "You're the representative for Empire records, I presume."

"Yes," stated Zarbon as he took out a briefcase and placed it between them. "We've been listening to the demo you sent us and quite frankly, I can't see that your band," he then looked at some paperwork from a small yellow envelope, "ah, the Blue Monk Group would do anything for Empire Records. And for one thing, that's a terrible name."

Yamcha felt his face flame at the insult. Sure their name sucked but their music was good, really good. He had made sure of it. Yamcha grabbed his phone again, pulling up the latest music news stories. "If that's the case," he said to the man in a condescending tone,"why is your band playing with our lead singer?"

Zarbon started at the man baffled. He took out his own phone and swiped at a few pages. Yamcha watched as confusion and excitement warred on his face. "This girl," Zarbon said,"this is your lead singer Bulma Briefs, correct?"

Yamcha nodded smugly,"Yup, she's all ours and you won't get her unless the band comes along. After all, I'm not just their guitarist, I'm their manager."

Zarbon rolled his eyes at the man's smugness. He decided he would ignore the man for a few more minutes while he studied the video. He paused it to see something he never thought was possible, a genuine smile from Vegeta. Maybe this could work to both of their advantages.

"I tell you what," Zarbon said turning on the charm he was known for,"why don't you bring your band down to our headquarters tomorrow and we'll see if we can work something out. Who knows, maybe you sound better in person."

He shook Yamcha's hand and smoothly slipped him his business card. Yamcha smiled broadly, "We'll definitely be there!"

Zarbon made a small waive and got the hell out of that disgusting bar. Zarbon hurried to get into his car, he had to go to Empire Headquarters as soon as possible. He smiled to himself. Frieza would certainly be pleased. Maybe they had finally found the Saiyan's weakness.

Chichi kept checking her phone for messages. She would look at it, smile or sigh and then put it away only to get it out a few moments later. Last night had been great and for once, absolutely nothing happened. Goku was a complete gentleman. He had taken her to his room to let her listen to the classical jazz music he collected. He had sworn her to secrecy. Not that he cared if his fans knew but he had lots of respect for the other guys in the band and he didn't want them to know about his hobby since it didn't match their tastes.

They had listened to the comforting music, drinking wine and talking about their childhood. Eventually the had settled onto the couch where she felt herself grow tired. Goku said she could lean on him while he watched a music documentary. Next thing they both knew they had slept on the couch all night. When they had woke up, Chichi had made them breakfast which Goku had remarked she would make the perfect wife because she knew how to cook.
She blushed at the memory. She had texted Bulma as soon as she had left Goku's apartment but still hadn't heard back from her room mate and band mate. She'd be worried if she hadn't seen the same look on Bulma's face that Chichi wore right now on hers. The girl was smitten with the baddest boy in the whole universe. Good for her. She loved Bulma and she loved Yamcha. She just didn't love them as a couple. Yamcha was too much of a playboy and Bulma was too temperamental for someone like Yamcha.

She sighed again. As she stared at the clock, they didn't really have any plans for the day, so she might pick up some extra hours at the diner her family owned. She just hoped that someone from such a low class family would be worthy of someone like Goku. From what he had told her about his homeworld, his dad was pretty high in rank in the Saiyan army. On their home planet, he said rank meant everything. Though he had told Chichi that there weren't any Saiyan females as pretty as she was. Then he had to take the compliment away by saying there weren't that many Saiyan females period.

She was confused until he explained that their population was declining because for every 1000 male Saiyan births, there was only 1 Saiyan female born. He said males like himself would be forced to fight to have the right to court a female. Not that he had a problem with fighting 1 or 2 or even 10 guys, it was fighting 1000 men just as strong as him and for the most part had been men he had served with in the army. Besides, the female chose the suitors and he had yet to be chosen by any female.

Chichi wondered if that's the real reason a Prince Vegeta would come to Earth. She suspected that the men were more than just his band mates, they were more like his royal guard. She would have to talk to Bulma about it and see what she discovered from her night with the Prince.
That is, Chichi smiled, If Bulma and Vegeta did any talking last night.