A/N: hey guys, i hope you enjoyed the last ch... on with ch 2 ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
Krillin sat on the couch, his eyes going side to side as he watched Master Roshi dancing, and skating all over Marron. He sighed, and yawned as he flipped the channels. "Where's Goku when you need him?" he murmured.
"Hey Krillin."
"Hey Yamcha." He lifted up his hand lazily, and caught the cold can of beer that was hurling towards him. "Thanks, man."
"No prob." said Yamcha, cracking open his own can. "Where's Goku when you need him?" Yamcha mirrored his thoughts.
"Yeah, I know. There's nothing to do after Frieza... I kinda wish he was still alive, you know?"
"Yeah... it's weird, but... I kinda wish that too..."
They sipped their beer in silence, and Krillin checked his watch repeatedly. "Hey Krillin... wanna go to Son Goku's place?"
Krillin shook his place wearily. "Nah, Chi-chi's there, remember?"
"Oh, you're right... how about Capsule Corp?"
"No, because I know you want to get Bulma back, and it won't work, oh and because Vegeta is there, and he still hasn't forgotten about the day I put Ultra-mega hot spice into his ramen." Krillin said with a sigh.
"But that happened almost three weeks ago!! How can he still remember that??"
"Saiyans have good memory?" Krillin said with a shrug.
"Well, I wouldn't include Goku." added Yamcha.
"You got that right." Krillin chuckled.
"And I don't want Bulma back. I'm already over her!!" Yamcha snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
"U-huh, I believe you." Krillin narrowed his eyes, sarcasm very noticeable in his tone.
"Well maybe just a little bit..."
"Mhm."
"Okay, I miss her!!! I admit it!!! Happy!!??"
Krillin propped up the couch, now staring at Yamcha with great interest. "Seriously?? Wow... and I was just bluffing."
"Hey you guys, what's up??" came Oolong, grabbing a can of beer for himself, and joining the two Z fighters on the couch.
"Oh, hey Oolong. We're not doing much. Yamcha just admitted that he still has feelings for Bulma--"
"Krillin!!!" Yamcha shouted, burning with embarrassment.
"Well who wouldn't forget a broad like that?? She's major hotness." Oolong said, taking a sip of his beer. "What happened between you two anyway? You guys were steady, why'd you break it off?"
Yamcha sighed, and leaned on the armrest. "I... don't really know... I guess it happened when Vegeta moved in at Capsule Corp. She started acting... strange around me, and then she'd shout at me for no reason, expecting me to fight back... like Vegeta did. Then, we just lost touch with one another... and she dumped me..." Yamcha finished, blushing furiously.
"Gosh... that's exactly how I felt when Marron dumped me."
Oolong stared at the two very depressed Z warriors, and checked his pockets momentarily. "I've got enough money for us to go to a bar. Wanna come??"
"Yeah!!!"
They were out, and ready, and in about half an hour, they found a bar, a little farther down from Capsule Corp. They went inside to check it out. It was not what they had expected. Everything was flashy, and there were only men. Except for that one lady behind the counter that was checking them out with her devilish eyes. Krillin, and Yamcha pretended to be cool, and walked up to the lovely mistress, as Oolong trailed behind them, shaking his head.
"Well, hello there you pretty thing. Why are you alone back there... want some of my... company?" Yamcha grinned stupidly. Krillin frowned suspiciously, and tugged on his evening Jacket.
"What!?! I'm making progress here!" snapped Yamcha.
"Dude, I think this is--"
"Chill out dude, I'll be back in just a sec." he smirked, as the girl let him in behind the counter, winking as he took out a pack of condoms.
"--a gay bar." Krillin finished his sentence. "I'm getting out of here, what do you say, Oolong?"
"What about Yamcha?"
"Let the fool stay. I tried to warn him."
"Well... let's just grab a couple of beers, and we'll get the hell outta here."
"Right."
The bartender took Yamcha to another room behind the bar, and pushed him forcefully into the bed. Yamcha smirked, and removed his shirt. "Feisty little one, aren't you?"
She laughed heartedly, and to her surprise, Yamcha sat up, and pulled her skirt down, surprised to see no underwear there... but he saw something that shouldn't have been there.
Yamcha backed away from her, his whole face turning blue.
"What's the matter sweetie?? Is this your first time, or something??"
"N-n-No... but you--" stuttered Yamcha.
"Are you nervous, don't worry, I'll get you relaxed." she smirked, hovering over him like a tiger catching it's prey. Yamcha shook his head, and crawled away from. "N-n-no way!! Stay back!! You have a... you have a---" Yamcha stuttered, sweating profusely.
"Are you playing hard to get?? My, my, I love your type." she licked her lips in anticipation.
"Dude... YOU'RE A DUDE!!!" Yamcha rolled out of the bed, underneath her, and quickly grabbed his shirt. "It was, uh... great meeting you, and... good luck with your... uh... um... thingy..."
Yamcha ran out of the bar, running for his dear, precious life. "I'll get you for this... Krillin, Oolong... HOW DARE YOU TAKE ME TO A GAY BAR!!!!!"
This incident was never spoken of again, and to make matters worse, the trans prostitute is still on the lookout for Yamcha... she might come back... for revenge... find out what's in store for the Z warriors on the next chapter of The Life Of The Z Warriors Uncut!
A/N: yay, ch 2!! I hoped you enjoyed it, until the next chapter!! ;)