Krillen looked at 18 dance. He wanted to ask her out but he was feeling scared she would turn him down.

He looked around on the dance floor and saw Goku dancing with Chichi. He wondered if Goku asked Chichi out yet.

Should I or should I not? He was debating with himself when he saw 18 coming towards him. Its now or never.

"Hey 18. May I ask you something?" He had never felt so nervous in his life.

"I-I liked you for a quiet sometime," He scratched his head sheepishly. "And I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend?"

18 stood there surprised. He asked me out. He asked me out. She repeated excitedly in her head.

"It's about time." She replied and kissed him passionately. Something she wanted to do for a long time.

Goku looked at Chichi dance. It was now or never to ask her out.

"Chichi. I would like to ask you something?" He said, nervously as he rubbed his head.

Please say he is going to ask me out. She prayed in her head.

"Would you...like to go out with me?" He said fast.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Chichi responded happily, and swung her arms around his neck. She planted a kiss on his lips quickly.

Vegeta looked at the sleeping Bulma in the seat next to him. He pulled back the seat backwards so Bulma could lie down. She was sleeping silently and gripping his jacket close to her.

Stupid woman. Gets herself drunk, Vegeta thought. He finally reached her house and pulled over in her drive way. He was going to wake her up when he realized how peaceful she looked.

At least she does not talk as much in her sleep, he thought.

He decided to carry her to her room. He got out of the his side of the car and walked over to her side, and opened the door, and carried her bridal style, towards the house. Damn, Bulma is light.

He managed to ring the door bell and out came a very jumpy Mrs. Briefs. "Oh Vegeta. What brings you here?" She said, then realized Vegeta was carrying Bulma. "Oh dear," She said. "What happen to my little girl?" She asked as she made way for Vegeta to come in the house.

"Your crazy daughter decided to get drunk." He said, still carrying Bulma.

"Oh Vegeta dear. Can you please carry her to her room." Mrs. Briefs continued. "I got to go find my husband."

Before Vegeta had time to protest Mrs. Briefs ran out of the room, humming a song to herself.

"Troublesome woman." Vegeta mumbled, and took Bulma up the stairs, into her room. Once he came to her room, he put her down on the bed, and covered her with the blanket. He was just going to leave when he felt a hand pull him back on the bed.

Surprised, he turned to look at an asleep Bulma holding onto his jacket.

What should he do? He tried to gently take her hand away from his jacket, but she did not let go. She had a tight grip on him.

He decided to lie down with her for a while, until she let's go. Bulma moved closer to him and threw her hand around his waist pinning him to the bed. Her head rested on his chest.

Before he knew it, he was asleep.