Author's note: I'm trying my best to write a romantic story but some of you consider this funny! How ironic! What an intentional fallacy! Hahaha, should I change the genre also? ^.^

I almost finished Virtual Villager 4, there's one puzzle left but I don't want to cheat! OH MY LORD!

Thanks for reading and reviewing, guys! Thanks for your support too! Even that's a bit hard because there's none to share the ideas with, but I'll continue writing this story. Sucks, I'm getting mellowed! So, if you have ideas or else, just give it!

Last, I hope you enjoy this story as I do :D

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama

Part 22 End of Saiba Street Basket Party part 2, action!

There were several small closets in the fitting room. Each of them entered the closet with costume in their hands. Outside, they could hear people shouting, asking them to get out faster. Vegeta, Goku, and Bulma were preparing their costumes. Frieza's crazy demand made them wearing pretty soldier costumes despite their own will.

Dim light in the fitting room definitely fitted Vegeta's mood. He still held the costume in his hands, trying not to rip it out. He couldn't bear himself wearing that degenerating stuff, hoping that was only a damned nightmare. He hoped someone would shake his shoulders and make him awake. Frieza that fucking bastard! He must know how fuck my feeling right now! If only I could disappear….

"That bastard! I couldn't wear this costume! I still have my pride!"

"Come on Vegeta, let's consider we're doing cosplay! We're cosplaying pretty soldiers! Isn't it fun?" Goku answered from the next closet after him.

"FUN? YOU CONSIDER THIS FUCKING EMBARRASSING SITUATION FUN?"

"Hey, Vegeta…. You're the one who told me Frieza's idea will be abstract and immoral. You also told me to terminate my shame too."

"It's bloody fucking easy for you bastard! You've got no dignity in your blood!" Vegeta sneered, feeling irritated. His bad mood was getting worse than ever.

Goku stuck his tongue out, ignoring Vegeta. In the opposite, Goku was happily wearing that costume. He put the blue ribbon on his tight rubber chest in right position and whispered to Bulma, "Do we have wigs in the box?"

"Oh, Goku, that's really stupid, asking that kind of question." Bulma answered from her closet, laughing. "Of course we have wigs in the box, but we can't do anything with your stiff hair, right?"

"Yeah, that's my biggest question in Dragon Ball actually! Every time we fight in the anime, our hairs are hardly moved, right Vegeta? But whenever we fly, our hairs aren't too stiff." Goku touched his stiff hair, smiling. "Do you know why?"

"What the fuck are you asking about?" Vegeta finally took off his shirt, ready to change into sailor Mars. He realized there wasn't much time left.

"Try to watch dragon ball anime, Vegeta! You'll see that! However our hairs look better in the manga."

"Try to look at your name in dictionary, Kakarotto! Maybe Kakarotto means completely idiot," Vegeta's voice was cold and cruel.

"Take it easy, Goku. Vegeta isn't in good mood."

"Isn't he always?"

Vegeta managed to suppress his anger. In the end, he had to change his clothes into sailor Mars costume. His entire mind was completely dark, hating everything in front of him. Relax, it is part of the game….

Bulma came out from her closet. She had just finished wearing her costume. Her blue hair and blue color blended beautifully. The costume clung to her beautifully formed body like second skin. She looked real hot in the sailor Mercury costume.

Vegeta stared at her for seconds and blushed. He really wanted to cup those full, good looking breasts with his hands. However Vegeta kept silent and pretended as if he had never had such dirty mind on Bulma.

Bulma knew it completely. She could felt Vegeta's eyes on her, full of lust. She ignored Vegeta's reaction, concealing her own desire too. There wasn't enough time even for quickie. "What are you looking at Vegeta?"

"Do you want to know what I have in my mind?"

"Don't tell me both of you want to have sex here! I've enough of those things!" Goku snapped and looked pissed. "Man, I'm the one who deserve a lot of sex marathon! I just got married!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Kakarotto! Dammit, you've ruined my mood!"

Bulma laughed at both of them. "You guys really good friends. I bet you are!"

After a long and excruciating time, Vegeta changed his clothes and came out from the closet. Goku and Bulma held their breaths. Even though he was still wearing his boots, the rubber costume made him looked silly. Ribbons and ruffles on his muscular chest made Vegeta irritated. His red hot skirt showed his well built legs. "What the fuck! The spectator can see my boxer through it!"

"None wants to see your boxer, Vegeta," Goku replied calmly from his closet.

"Really? I want to see what you have behind that polkadot boxer…," Bulma smiled naughtily at Vegeta, peeping at his blue polkadot boxer. "I want it so much."

"Bulma!" Vegeta shouted and flushed. "I don't like the way you look at me!"

"Admit that, you like that pervert girl!"

"Goku!" Bulma finally moved her eyes into Goku's closet, hating herself to have that middle-aged man sex drive. Hating herself because Goku called her pervert. "Goku! Come out you crap!"

"Don't be petty, Bulma! It's not my fault your boyfriend has to wear that costume!"Goku came out, and as everyone had expected before, he also looked as silly as Vegeta.

The sailor costume didn't fit his big and strong body. Mini skirt and tight rubber costume wrapped his body tightly, showing all muscles he'd got. The big blue ribbon in the middle of his chest made him looked worse. "I look similar with Jackie Chan in City Hunter when he was wearing Chun Li's costume from Street fighter game!"

"Kakarotto, finally you've got my point!" Vegeta said, feeling a little better. "Don't you see this Bulma? We look damned…."

"It's kinda cute!" Goku shouted happily, "Bulma, can you take our picture? Vegeta and me of course!"

"DON'T YOU EVER DARE TO TAKE MY PICTURE OR I"LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!" Vegeta yelled angrily. "I fucking want to kill myself wearing this fucking terrible costume damn you!"

Suddenly, Bulma got the idea. "Small Bee, do you listen to me? Hurry honey; get me some pictures of three of us…. From good angle of course."

"Small Bee?" Vegeta's eyes were narrowing. "What the hell is it? I heard it many times."

Bulma ignored Vegeta's question. She still felt annoyed Vegeta had called Small Bee as damn thing and useless. After several seconds, little flying thing came and tapped on Bulma's shoulder.

"I did beautiful master. I have sent it to my database file too. Is there anything that I can help now?"

"Fine, Small Bee. Print me some pictures of three of us here."

The little robot produced an awful sound before finally producing several papers as big as identity card photos. Bulma took the pictures and looked pleased seeing the papers, laughing hard. Goku drew closer to her and laughed too. Both of them shared some funny time together, creating more edgy atmosphere for Vegeta.

"Damn both of you!" He muttered. Bulma recognized Vegeta's feeling. Then Bulma approached Vegeta, holding his hands. "Vegeta, please stop thinking how bad you are in that costume, you look great. You can see these…."

Vegeta finally looked closer to the pictures. The pictures really looked good in the most inappropriate way. Vegeta was speechless. That damn Small Bee had taken the pictures from his angle, showing his polkadot boxer, Goku's tight butt, and Bulma's smiling face. It's clearly the most embarrassing pictures ever in his whole life.

"Do you expect me to be happy by looking at these fucking pictures? they're bloody ridiculous, damn you!"

"These such silly things at least can make your mind clearer. It's not good to over analyzed, Vegeta. Don't worry, somehow we'll survive. " Bulma smiled. "Small Bee, make sure you'll protect me! Don't let anyone touch me on the ring! Oh, except Vegeta and Goku here! Do you get that?"

The chirping sound came closer. "Yes, beautiful master."

"Can it really protect you?" Vegeta doubted, having lots of worries. "I don't want you get hurt…."

"Yes, try to believe as I believe you, Vegeta. Now, you and Goku can focus beating them down. You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine!"

"I have tried using Small Bee! It's very useful device!"

"I don't ask your opinion, bastard. Are you sure that you'll be safe?"

"Yes, don't worry. Even you can't trust Goku but you can trust me, right?"

"How can you guess what I have in mind?"

"Well, maybe because we're closer enough nowadays." Bulma definitely pointed at their sex activities during the whole two days. "And Vegeta, no matter what you are wearing, you're the only guy I love in this world."

Vegeta curved a mocking smile, "Don't say something romantic to me with that kind of costume! Don't you know cosplay is part of foreplay?"

"Oh, come on! Don't speak something vulgar like that! Time's up! You've got a plan for game Vegeta?" Goku said. He made a cutting neck move with his left hand and pointed at his watch.

"What the hell are you saying? I don't have that kind of thinking in my mind now!" Vegeta snapped, his face was blushing red. "I'm giving her warning you moron!

Goku and Bulma laughed together. Sometimes they clicked as partner in crime for teasing Vegeta's temper. Goku chuckled, "so? You've got a plan or not?"

Vegeta stopped for a while, then continued, "well, of course I've got one, now you listen to what I say and follow my instruction carefully…."

"Man, I guess it's the longest five minutes ever…."

In another part of Saiba City, our secondary character was driving crazily his old motor. His bald green head shone, his face was stern. He could feel Dende's presence after nearly two months. He knew Dende was around Saiba City. Piccolo pulled out wires from his jacket, calling someone.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Satan, ça va?"

"ça va bien, et toi?"

"Salut! Monsieur Satan," Piccolo started talking English, knowing most readers come English speaking countries. "I knew Dende is in Saiba City. I can feel him around here! Can you give me a hand?"

"Mon cher Piccolo, I'm giving you the best help ever. One friend of mine is staying there, in the basket hall."

"Huh?" Piccolo didn't get the point. "Can you give me better explanation, detective?"

"Fine readers, lets get back to some points there. Do you remember when Vegeta jumped up from the ring after he had cut No. 16 and No. 18's heads? He surely knocked out someone in the crowd and grabbed something from him. And that happened real fast?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Piccolo hesitated. "I'm asking about…."

"He knocked out Bond, Piccolo. He gave James Bond a painful fist and stole bunch of condoms from him," explained Detective Satan. "That friend of yours, he's really wild."

Piccolo kept quiet, realizing his medicine that had made Vegeta developed such acts. "But, monsieur Satan, I need your help to help Dende! Bond or whatever is staying in that damned hall. I need accompany in here, in…. Where is it?"

"Where are you, Piccolo?"

"I'm in one factory of World Trade Organization. It's stated…. Fire Candy Factory!"

"Is it one cursed drug that can make the consumer dies whenever and wherever and glorious firework comes out from their body?" Detective Satan asked quickly. He surely realized the fanfic author also read such hentai manga besides cult movies.

"Yes, it's true. Nowadays it's illegal…." Piccolo sneered, knowing how corrupted the souls whoever made that drugs. "So, can you give me help?"

"You don't need to ask that, Piccolo. I believe my old friend Simon is in the factory right now. All you have to do is to be really careful and…." Detective Satan tried to call Piccolo, but Piccolo had already turned off his hand phone. He saw something really interesting. He saw Cola Coolers entered the factory with some bodyguards. Piccolo carefully followed them, using his jutsu to sneak inside the building.

As son of powerful family, Piccolo had received lots of training for preventing child kidnapping and some dangerous threads. He had hardly found best friend in his life before Dende came. He should save the precious thing from evil. He should save Dende from their hand.

In the Basket Hall, Vegeta's team were standing on the ring, wearing pretty soldiers costumes. Goku waved his hand, imitating Tom Cruise in Oscar winning wannabe pose. Oh, sorry, Tom Cruise hasn't won one Oscar yet. Goku waved his hand, imitating Tom Hanks pose when he received the Oscar. Many people took the pretty soldiers team pictures and exclusively updated them in the internet.

"HAHAHA! It's the worth- seeing game ever in my life!"

"I'm so happy to be here! I bet all my money on pretty soldiers!"

"Pretty soldiers! Where's your Masked Tuxedooo?"

Vegeta felt embarrassed and curved his mouth. His stern face blushed. He looked deadly evil, ready to kill anyone alive. Goku looked cheerfully besides him, smiling.

"You can tag those pictures in my facebook! It's SongokuatScarlettdotcom!"

"Fuck it Goku! How if Chichi finds the picture! She will consider you gay!"

"She won't! I always satisfy her in bed!"

Vegeta couldn't help himself laughing bitterly. This was too much for him. Why I should have taken that Kakarotto with me, he questioned himself. Bulma also looked so happy besides him, he thought. They really came from another world, definitely different world.

Frieza welcomed them happily, winking at Goku. "Well, well, well…. What we have in here? I like you all!"

Both Ginyu and Cui held their weapons behind Frieza. Ginyu had no weapon in his hand, but he looked quite intimidating. The purple power ranger costume blazed, creating a mysterious aura around Ginyu. He quickly noted Bulma, wanting to kill her.

Vegeta knew Ginyu's intention and stared at him, turning Ginyu into stone. Ginyu hardly exhaled his breath, feeling uncomfortable. Ginyu always failed to defeat Vegeta since long time ago. Ginyu backed away, battered down. He would wait until Vegeta's guard lowered, attacking him to death.

Cui, in the other hand, held a long katana with him focused on Goku. He thought Goku with his cutting meat saber was an open target for his fast move and high sword skill. His tight blue power ranger costume made him similar with Hattori Hanzo, the ninja from Iga. He smiled to Goku, targeting him.

Frieza stated the rule, "Okay! The rules are simple and easy, I suppose! We all know this game would be death game, right?"

The crowd roared, having the same opinion with Frieza.

"We want more! We want more!"

"I'll bet on you Frieza! Win me lots of money!"

"Frieza you're the best!"

"Don't make this boring!" Frieza continued. "The first group who score more than 50 points will win, dead or alive!"

"Fine!" Vegeta snapped. "Let's have our business here done forever Frieza!"

Frieza laughed, taking his weapon from his back. That was kodachi, a small range sword. Frieza touched his kodachi with his finger, made it wet along its surface with his own blood. Blood dripped on the ring, drop by drop. To everyone dismay, he licked some of his blood and smiled. "It's my ritual. You fucking Saiyan monkeys, you have to pay this with your blood…."

Goku vomited after watching that creepy action, feeling disgusted. "What the?" He asked curiously, before throwing another liquid from his stomach.

Bulma hugged Vegeta's back, didn't want to see that anymore. Vegeta held her arms, reassuring her things would be better. "Don't worry, stay in the corner. Things must be done, Bulma."

"Promise me to stay alive or I'll kill myself for coming to hell with you."

Goku had overcome his nausea, gripping his saber tightly. "I'll show you my family's cutting skill! Never ever do that again! And Bulma! Don't disturb men's business!"

"Stop there, gentleman! I don't allow patriarchy here!"

"No offense for feminism Bulma! But your attractive body might bring danger for us now!"

Frieza threw the ball into the air highly, and he also jumped into the sky. He divided the air into halves with his kodachi, coming to Vegeta. The sounds of clashing swords heard, Vegeta used all his might to guard himself. In the opposite, Frieza grinned sadistically. Frieza kicked Vegeta's stomach and made him fell.

"Monkey, I thought living with those fucking weak people made you weaker," Frieza said, walking closer to him. "I need your wildness, your anger…."

Vegeta groaned, holding his katana. "Don't give me that shit!"

In the same time, Goku successfully took the ball from air. He ran toward the ring, carrying the ball with him. But, Cui was waiting for him under the ring, "Well, give me some moves Songoku! I heard you're the MPV during your junior high! It must be nice to collect your lovely arms!"

Goku's eyes widened, "Do you collect arms?"

"Yes, I love having…." Cui explained, looked so proud of himself. Goku quickly savored the moment by scoring a long range three point shoot. "Hey! I'm explaining here!"

"I'm listening here! But I've got to do something, right?" Goku chuckled. Vegeta was right, he realized. He had mentioned that Cui's weakness was his big mouth and self pride.

"You have to pay for your smart action Songoku!" cried Cui, feeling down. "None can get away from my apple slicing cut!"

Goku almost lost one of his arms for Cui's movement was damnly fast, but thanks to his instant transmission, he managed to survive. "Wahoo, thanks to Eyeshield no. 21 for teaching that move!"

"Eyeshield no. 21?" Cui raised his eyebrows. "I've heard that name before! That fuck made me lost in track team!"

"Are you from Yadarat City? Man, no wonder you're quick as lightning bolt!"

"Yessir! And this lightning bolt may strike your ass down!"

Bulma watched the game carefully, wanting to help them. Ginyu drew closer to her, holding the ball. Bulma knew that Ginyu was terrible, but she'd no option. She should fight him and ignored Vegeta's order.

"Do you let me get away with the ball, sweetie?" Ginyu stared at her, bouncing the ball. "Well, may be you can give me something down here for fun?"

"Something down what?" Bulma looked confused. She held her breath when Ginyu touched his cock, smiling in pervert way to her.

"Damned!" Vegeta yelled behind her, blood spilt over his mouth. Frieza had punched him several times for his lacked of awareness. He concerned Bulma too much. "Don't you dare touching her!"

In the corner of the ring, Goku realized how unfair this game. He needed help. No! He needed miracle as soon as possible.

The sky was still dark when rain started pouring harder outside. That was the worst summer day ever in the last 10 years. The storms kept coming and coming, making terrified sounds. The purple headed boy held his time machine capsule in his hand. He muttered and cursed the fucking weather. He couldn't travel through time with this kind of weather because the dimension of time portal might have been affected by such storms.

"Damn! Mom must be worried by now. Why can't I go? Is there something that I should do in here before I left?"

The purple boy took something from his clothes, the picture of him and Bulma in front of Capsule Corp. lawn. The presence of Bulma slowly disappeared. His could feel terrible danger inside the hall. "Damn! I'll change some past if I go straight there! But crap! I've got no choice left!"

"You little monkey! You can't fight me with your ability now! You need 1000 years exercise! Come after me after next millennium!"

Frieza had smashed his left rib, puncturing some bones. Vegeta laying motionless, held his katana with him. "Don't you dare touching her!"

"What am I looking at now? A heartless soul now has a lovely sweetheart! You've really broken my heart, Vegeta!"

Goku wanted to help, but he was terribly busy with Cui. He retrieved his attack with his saber. "Can't you give me a break? Consider we're having one famous relationship like Eyeshield!"

"I hate every sight of him! If I kill you, master Frieza shall give me Yadarat City to be controlled under my power!" Cui successfully stabbed Goku's arm, making Goku screamed like wolf in the middle of the moonlight.

"You'll learn the meaning of true power you freaking power ranger!" Goku shouted angrily, "With the power of the moon, I shall punish you!"

"Oh, I'm sooooo scared, Sailor Moon!" Cui laughed hard, preparing his last deadly attack on Goku. "Hahaha! Don't make me laugh Usagi! How can you give me punishment with such cutting saber?"

"I don't want to break my oath, but you're the one who push me this far!" Goku cried as he jumped over Cui. "Crying Freeman assassin's stab!"

"Hah! I don't believe... WHATTT?"

None could explain what happened next because Goku jumped intensely at Cui. He made a tornado on the ring, pushing everyone' eyes watched him carefully. After few seconds, Cui laying on the ring didn't move any muscles. Goku had broken his katana into two, injured Cui's chest lightly, but amazingly Cui was still alive. Goku's saber was placed half inch besides his left chest, near his heart.

"Now you know!" Goku shouted at Cui.

"Fuck! What kind of attack was that!" the crowd was getting louder.

"Holy shit! I should have captured that attack with my camera!"

"SONGOKU! YOU ROCK BABE!"

"Now you can put that to my facebook!" Goku shouted again.

Vegeta was there, feeling battered because of Goku's ability. He didn't know that boy had that kind of killing skill. Meanwhile he was laying over there, useless. Vegeta couldn't do anything when Frieza threatened him with his kodachi, putting the sword on his chest.

"Open your costume bitch! Or you'll see your fucking monkey here get hurt!" Frieza commanded at Bulma.

"Don't you ever do that!" Vegeta shouted. Frieza wounded him, pushing kodachi into his flesh. Vegeta screamed for the terrible pain in his chest.

Bulma bit his lips. Goku drew closer to them, finally got chance to help, but….

"Asshole Sailor Moon! Stay over there or your beloved Mars will die soon!"

Bulma didn't want to strip her costume, but she couldn't let Vegeta die. She was about opening her costume when Frieza unexpectedly gave deadly blow on her, causing her collapsed. In seconds, Frieza cut Small Bee and stabbed Bulma instead of Vegeta.

"WHAT ARE YOU?"

Blood burst out from her chest, made Vegeta's face wet.

"Vegeta...," Bulma whispered slowly, fell to the floor.

Frieza laughed realizing Vegeta's funny reaction.

"Vegeta..."

"Bulma! No..." Vegeta couldn't move toward her. His broken bones made him paralyzed.

Goku couldn't do anything there, he held the bunch of magical medicine but they were too far from his range. If only he had more time….

Goku cried staring Bulma dying in front of his eyes. "Oh, Bulma…. Oh, Small Bee…."

Then, Bulma stopped moving.

She closed her eyes.

Vegeta couldn't believe what was he staring at. He was speechless. He wanted to hold Bulma's body, so he crawled toward her. But Frieza kicked her down the ring. "Take that bitch! Take that for loving this fucking worthless human ever!"

The cold body was falling down from the ring, leaving big red mark. The color of the blood.

Vegeta couldn't think of anything. Everything in front of him was getting blurred. "How could you…."

Why? That's called fucking in love. Damn, how could you be this funny?

Vegeta closed his eyes. He didn't want to feel this kind of feeling again. It was worse than die.

"Don't blame me fucker! You put her on the ring!"

"How could you…." Vegeta's voice trailed off, feeling depressed. "How could you…."

Then make me yours tonight…

"I killed your bitch, sucker! I have mentioned before, right? I'll take everything you have and everything you desire!" Frieza's face was darkened, full of hatred. "I'll make you never want to live in this world…. You'll die in suffer…."

Tears fell from Vegeta's face. His heart was shattered. For many times in his life, he asked for death coming to him. Goku ran toward Vegeta, trying to make him realized the game was still there. But Vegeta gave no respons. His dark eyes were blank. Goku felt really sick realizing how cruel Frieza had been to him.

"Vegeta, come on, we still have to do..."

Vegeta was still there, but his mind wasn't. That had been too much for him. His sense couldn't accept the truth.

He let blackness absorbed him.

"Damn, what's wrong with you Vegeta? Huh?" Goku looked worried. He was afraid Vegeta might be crazy.

"Vegeta, there something that we must finish in here! C'mon! Take this bean!"

"Kakarotto, I'm too tired... I don't want to fight..."

"Vegeta!"

"I don't want to fight... That's enough..." Tears was falling in his face, mixing with blood and sweats. "I've enough of this... Leave me alone..."

Goku couldn't say any words, hoping miracles. My God, what's happening here?

Frieza laughed, asking Ginyu to take the ball. Ginyu handed the ball to Frieza, and Frieza scored a three point shoot too. "3 on 3, we're even, right?" He roared.

The crowd shouted at him, giving their support on Frieza. The bet was getting higher. Many people believed Frieza would win and gave all the money from their pockets.

"FRIEZA! YOU'RE AMAZING!"

"WIN ME MONEY!"

Frieza enjoyed that situation, he closed his eyes. He was the winner. He always was.

"NOT THAT FAST YOU ASSHOLE!"

Frieza turned his head, searching for the center of the sound. Someone jumped on to the ring, holding Bulma besides him. It was the purple-headed boy. The purple boy's eyes made Frieza felt intimidated. He hated that kind of look. It made him suffer. Moreover, that girl was alive, damned healthy.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the Masked Tuxedo that they're looking for!" The purple-headed boy answered. He threw a red rose toward Frieza. Frieza caught it with his teeth, his eyes were getting narrowed.

Goku smiled, looking at the miracle upon them."FUCK YOU! Where have you been? Hey! I thought you've returned to your place!"

"Well, I'm here now Sailor Moon, and I shall offer my hand."

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