Piccolo entered his usual hangout, surveying the crowded room for his friends. The place was crowded tonight; bodies were pressed up against one another as they danced on the floor, and the temperature was already rising from all of the human warmth in the room. Piccolo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the beautiful scent of cheap alcohol and sweat. There was nothing quite like a night at the local disco. The flashing lights and pulsating beats above his head made him feel right at home. He loved people, (especially women), he loved a great party, and most of all --- he loved dancing. No one at the Satan City Disco dared to compete with him and his slick moves out on the floor. He was a lean green dancing machine. Feeling rather confident and superior, he moved through the crowded floor, nodding his head at those that he knew and winking at the women.
"Piccolo-san!" he heard a familiar voice call to him. He would recognize the voice of his student in dance anywhere. Gohan had been training under his tutelage ever since he was a small boy, and he was shaping up to be a wonderful dancer. He still had many, many years to go before he reached Piccolo’s level of expertise, of course, but he was still a great dancer. The Namek turned around, his cape flowing around him like a wave, until his eyes fell on the boy. He was wearing his usual dancing attire; a purple leisure suit complete with cape, exactly like his own. And on his arm was perhaps the most brilliant accessory: his extremely gorgeous girlfriend, Videl.
"Gohan! Hey man!" He shouted over the loud music. He threw a sly wink at Videl and made his way through the crowd to where they were standing. "Are you guys here for the ‘World’s Disco Dancing Tournament’?"
Every year, the World’s Disco Dancing Tournament was held in a select disco, and dancers from all over the world arrived to dance and compete. It was the highlight of the year for Piccolo and most of his friends. He himself had a practically religious routine of marking off the days on his calendar until the tournament. It was exactly what he had been training for all these months.
"You bet!” Gohan answered. The boy smiled and put his arm around his girlfriend smugly. “Videl and I have got some great tricks up our sleeves. We're going to win for sure!"
"Gohan! Don't give any of our dancing secrets away!" Videl admonished, and she stomped a wooden platform shoe on the dance floor to prove her point. Wearily, she glanced at Piccolo with soft blue eyes.
"You have nothing to worry about, sweet cheeks. I'm not going to steal your moves, I've got my own." said Piccolo in a condescending tone.
She gave an indignant snort, then managed to drag Gohan away from him and onto the dance floor for a bit of practice time before the tournament. Piccolo let out a low whistle as he watched her walk away, her hips swaying lightly in the bell-bottoms she had on. Now that was the kind of woman that he could handle. Maybe he could find a moment to steal her away from Gohan and whisper sweet nothings in her ear until she caved. He had a way with women; so far not one had managed to resist his charm and dashing good looks. Yes, he was definitely the King of the Disco tonight. He felt invincible.
His thoughts were broken when several female shrieks were heard, followed by a stampeding rush of young girls to the disco entrance.
Mirai Trunks had entered the disco.
The women flocked around him, shrieking excitedly and giggling. Piccolo sneered. The boy had been a thorn in his side ever since day one. If he wasn’t stealing the ladies right out from under his green nose, he was stealing his moves on the dance floor as well. He glared. He couldn’t believe that the boy actually had the audacity to show up here tonight and compete in the tournament. He had won the last two years in a row, but Piccolo was certain that the wins had not been based upon dancing ability. The last two years, the entire panel of judges had been female --- and Piccolo had to admit that the boy knew who to make the women swoon. But if he thought that he was going to win again this year, he was surely wrong. This year, Piccolo would finally have the advantage, for all of the judges this year were male!
"Trunks!" he shouted, already angry with him. The lavender haired boy looked away from his female admirers to find himself looking into Piccolo's green face. Casually, he folded his arms over his chest, showcasing the gold medallions that hung there and the curly ringlets of lavender hair.
"Piccolo-san! What's up man?!" The boy raised his head in greeting.
"Skip the formalities boy, you and I both know you don't belong here. This is a man's place." Piccolo said hotly, putting his hands on his hips.
Trunks laughed. "Whatever, Piccolo. You're just jealous because I always get all the far out groovy girls."
Piccolo snorted rudely. "Face it Trunks, you're out of your league here. You know I'll beat you in the World's Disco Dancing Tournament this year." He glared at him, hating his perfect smile and all of that manly chest hair. "And you do not get all the girls. Everyone knows that I, Piccolo-sama am the biggest ladies man in the Discoball Z series."
"We'll just see about that." Trunks said in a tense voice, challenging him. "We'll just see." He turned away from Piccolo, leaving him glaring and angrily stomping his feet behind him.
"TRUNKS!!"
Mirai Trunks blanched as he heard the screams, and wearily turned to see over a dozen girls carrying cameras and signs that proudly displayed things such as “I like squirrels too!” and “Show me your sword!”. This was typical for an evening at the disco. He should have expected the attention, after all, he had spent half an hour alone on his hair that afternoon --- he knew that he was looking quite studly. What girl would resist his lavender coif? It was a bit frightening to have this many women chasing after him at once, of course, but what could he do about? With good looks like his, he practically demanded the attention. The collective group of girls shrieked, then descended toward him, batting their eyelashes and puckering up their lips. He grinned at their display of affection, but his mind was secretly elsewhere.
The girls were all beautiful, but the girl who really held his heart hadn't shown up yet. ChiChi....He thought, a smile appearing on his face. The woman was so beautiful, so wild and free. And her moves out on the dance floor were enough to make a man weak in the knees. There was no doubt in his mind that he would see his love tonight. He knew Gokuu would show up at the World's Disco Dancing Tournament tonight. He also knew that wherever Gokuu went, ChiChi would not be far behind. He smirked. Gokuu might be an idiot, but he sure had excellent taste in women.
"Hey! Trunks!" A familiar voice yelled.
Trunks followed the direction of the voice and found Juuhachi-gou standing behind him, her arms around her husband, Kuririn. Speaking of excellent taste in women, Kuririn was another man who knew what kind of wife to snag. Juuhachi-gou was one of the most beautiful women in the disco, and she complemented Kuririn’s dashing, bald good looks perfectly.
Ever since that whole Cell thing, Kuririn and Juuhachi-gou had been inseparable. During the first few weeks that they were together, they discovered that Juuhachi-gou was an excellent guitar player. This was perfect for Kuririn, who had been trying to get a record deal for years, but never had a backup band. Combined with Kuririn's stellar voice, Juuhachi-gou’s playing gave the music the extra push that it needed. Along with Juunana-gou, Juuhachi-gou's brother, they formed the band, "Two Cyborgs and A Human" and had already put out 3 top-selling CDs.
"Are you guys going to be playing tonight?" Trunks asked them.
"You bet! It's going to be so groovy!” Juuhachi-gou cried, jumping up and down in excitement. “We've even written 4 new songs to sing for the tournament tonight!"
"Really? That's great!" Trunks said, but he really didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind at the moment. "Hey Kuririn, have you seen Gokuu or....ChiChi yet?"
Kuririn shook his head, then pointed to his watch.
"Huh? I don't understand, why aren't you talking Kuririn?" He asked in confusion.
"He's saving his voice for the show."
Trunks whirled around and saw a young boy with long black hair and a checkered orange scarf around his neck leaning against the bar. Trunks winced as he looked at the boy, taking in his appearance. His bell-bottoms were torn and shaggy, his long black hair was completely flat and frizzy, and his eyes looked red and swollen. No doubt he had been on another drinking binge. Mentally, Trunks shook his head. Juunana-gou had such talent; even as a dancer he excelled far beyond that of a normal human. But he seemed to lack an enthusiasm for life.
"Juunana-gou! It's nice to see you again." Trunks reached his hand up for a high-five, and the boy obliged him slowly and sadly. Trunks took a seat next to him at the bar, admiring his own pink leisure suit in the mirror behind all of the alcohol. "Now why is Kuririn not talking?"
Juunana-gou took a sip of his drink, shaking the ice in the glass thoughtfully. "Juuhachi didn't want him to strain his voice before the show, so he isn't allowed to talk until then." He took another swig of whatever poison it was that he was drinking. "Juuhachi doesn't even care if I strain my voice. She doesn't even care about me, period. Ever since that little no-nosed monk punk came around."
Trunks glanced over at Kuririn and Juuhachi-gou, dancing wildly in the middle of the crowd. The boy had a point. As far as he knew, Kuririn and Juuhachi-gou had not spent one moment apart since they first begun their romance. But it was understandable, he supposed. They were awfully happy together.
"Can I have another drink please?" Juunana-gou asked the bartender. “Make this one a double --- I think I’m going to need it tonight."
Trunks was about to say something about his health and the importance of knowing when one had reached the limit of alcohol intake, and how no one should abuse substances because it might one day end up taking your life. But something more important came up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Son Gokuu enter the disco. He gasped and almost fell off his stool when he saw that ChiChi following close behind him.
He patted Juunana-gou on the back.
"Hopeitallworksoutokaybye!" He said in a rush and ran through the crowd.
Juunana-gou stared after Trunks, feeling even more lonely and miserable now than he had before. "Bye." He replied, though he knew that Trunks would not hear him. No one seemed to hear him anymore. He was nothing but an empty, lifeless being; nothing without his vibrant, cheerful sister to push him along through life. But she had chosen instead to watch over that monk bastard instead. And now she spent every waking moment with him and he was left with no one and nothing.
He signaled at the bartender and handed him his empty glass. "Get me another drink. Now."
Almost as if it were magic, the glass was snatched out of his waiting hand. Juunana-gou followed the course of action and raised his sleepy, drunken eyes to find a very angry Mr. Popo staring down at him.
"Juunana-gou! What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, one hand on his hip and holding the empty liquor glass out with the other, shaking it.
When he, Juuhachi-gou and Kuririn had decided to become a band, they had signed Mr. Popo on as their manager. Because they were new to the music business, they did not want to make the kind of mistakes that would lead them into embarrassment and public humiliation. They needed and advisor, someone to help them along through their musical careers. There had been extensive interviews of course, and in the end it had been a toss up between Mr. Popo and Mr. Satan. They had voted unanimously for Mr. Popo. Mr. Satan just wasn't conniving and devious enough for them, and the music world was a cut-throat business. They needed someone who was willing to manipulate and threaten until they made their way to the top.
"We have a show tonight Juunana-gou! Or have you forgotten?" Mr. Popo angrily exclaimed. "Do you want to be drunk on stage?"
"No, Popo-san. I’m very sorry." Juunana-gou intoned, and he stood up dizzily from the bar. The whole disco seemed to be swaying around him, and the flashing lights and heavy beats of the music were making him sick.
"Good. Now go backstage and help your sister and Kuririn get set up." Mr. Popo commanded, and he shoved him a little more roughly than necessary towards the backstage area.
As Juunana-gou slowly walked away from the bar, Mr. Popo shook his head. Idiot. He had half a mind to quit. The members of Two Cyborgs and a Human had given him nothing but headaches from the very start. If it wasn’t Juunana-gou’s drinking, it was Juuhachi-gou’s shopping, and if it wasn’t the shopping, it was some stint involving Kuririn and that stupid friend of his. He pressed his fingers lightly against his temples, his eyes shut tightly to keep out the disco lights. He wasn't being paid enough anyway. And like he always said, 'If they cash ain't a comin' then you better be a goin'.
"Hey, hey! Mr. Popo!"
Oh great. It's that idiot friend of Kuririn’s: Gokuu. I better run away before he can talk to me!
"Mr. Popo! Where are you going? Wait! I wanted to talk to you!" Gokuu called and his face contorted in a frown. He was sure the man had heard him, but he had scurried way just as if he had been running from some unknown evil. In fact, now that he thought about it, he always seemed to be running away from him. Confused, he looked at his wife who stood at his side. "Why did he run away like that, ChiChi? Didn't he see me?"
"Who cares, Gokuu?!” She said, and she grabbed his arm, leading him towards the dance floor. “Let's just go dance! We're going to win tonight right, Gokuu sweetie? I mean we are going to kick some serious ass right?"
Gokuu grinned down at her pretty face and flipped up the collar of his suit. Of course they were going to win. They had been practicing for this tournament the entire year, and the competition did not look so tough this year. And now that the panel of judges was no longer completely female, it meant that Mirai Trunks didn’t stand a chance. The boy might have a way with women, but when it came to dancing, he was only an average competitor. Really, the only chance for competition that they had was his own son. Much like he and ChiChi, Gohan had been practicing day and night for the tournament, and his dancing had improved greatly. Especially after Piccolo had taken him under his wing and shown him the right steps. But even so, his dancing could not compete with he and ChiChi’s signature couple moves.
"Right. We are going to win.” He assured her. Then his face drew into a frown as he continued thinking about his son. "Wait a sec. Where's Gohan? I haven't seen him yet and he said he'd be here! What if something happened to him?"
"Oh Gokuu," ChiChi rolled her eyes at him. "Gohan is a grown-up now. You need to stop worrying about him. I'm sure he and that stuck up little bitch, Videl are around here somewhere.”
Videl and ChiChi had an ongoing rivalry. Ever since the girl had first started dating Gohan, his wife had taken a disliking to her. He wasn’t sure why, but he had always assumed that it was the fact that both of them were very competitive and naturally vicious. Besides, his wife didn’t think that anyone was good enough for her son, not even a girl as nice and pretty as Videl. As Gokuu though about it, it made sense that Gohan and Videl would be there already. After all, they surely needed more time to practice and he and ChiChi did.
As his eyes surveyed the crowded floor of the Satan City Disco, his eyes fell upon a familiar face. Wearing an absolutely fabulous pink leisure suit and a handful of sparkling medallions was Mirai Trunks. His lavender hair was perfectly combed and in place, and Gokuu detected a hint of rouge on the boy’s cheeks. His sky blue eyes were trained something, wistfully staring. He looked around, trying to see what the boy could have been looking at, but found only ChiChi. Slowly, suspicion crept in through his veins.
As soon as Trunks noticed that he was being watched, he shoved his hands nervously into his pockets and looked down at the floor. A vivid blush spread across his cheeks as he avoided their eyes. “Hi Gokuu. Hey….ChiChi.”
"Hey there, Trunks." ChiChi said in return, her dark eyes sparkling. "What are you doing back in the past?"
"I couldn’t bear to miss you--- I mean to miss the World's Disco Dancing tournament." Trunks said with a strange look on his face. He appeared to be blushing even deeper if that were possibly.
Gokuu narrowed his eyes into a glare. That slut of a boy had always had his eye on his wife. He tried to play it off as if it were nothing, but he could recognize the look of love in his eyes. And the only reason he had refrained from killing the purple-haired punk was because he didn’t want to make Vejiita cry. The man was far too delicate to be threatened with the death of his son. Still though, Mirai Trunks had no business thinking those kind of thoughts about his wife.
"I mean, these things only come along once in a life time, right?” Trunks said softly to ChiChi and he reached for her hand. “I thought I kind of owed it to myself to take a chance."
ChiChi gave him a puzzled look. She had never been to see Trunks’s budding obsession. Gokuu was extremely sharp, but unfortunately his wife had never been able to see such things. And this made Gokuu angry, because it would make it much easier for Trunks’s to lead her away from him if she didn’t even know what was going on. One thing was for sure: Trunks was not going to get his hands on ChiChi. Gokuu would make sure of that. No man touched his wife and managed to get away with it.
Angry, Gokuu cleared his throat, then nonchalantly ripped Trunks' hand away from ChiChi's. He sneered at the love struck punk, then looked back down at his beautiful wife. "Well, dear, we had better practice if we want to win the tournament."
Trunks stared after her wistfully as she held onto Gokuu and proceeded out onto the dance floor. Ah, how could such a beautiful creature have made it to Earth? Surely she must have escaped from heaven’s wings. Her hair, her eyes, her fabulous dancing. She was amazing. If only I were Son Gokuu. My life would be complete.
Perhaps if I were able to win this World’s Disco Dancing Tournament, ChiChi would be mine at last. He thought, and tears began to run down his cheeks.
Gohan and Videl had been watching the whole scene unfold with wide and frightened eyes. They had talked the situation over together, and felt it was their duty to warn Trunks of Gokuu's wrath. The poor boy had no idea of Gokuu’s spectacular dancing abilities, nor his cruel and malicious nature. If the boy was intent on trying to steal ChiChi away from Gokuu, he was in for a very nasty surprise. Locking arms, they made their way through all of the dancers and appeared at his side.
"Trunks...." Gohan began. Trunks tore his attention away and turned towards him, his light blue eyes watering with tears.
"What do you think you're doing, man?" Gohan said quietly. "You know what a short temper my Otousan has!"
"Gohan's right, Trunks.” Videl agreed. She gestured towards the dancing ChiChi. “I'd forget her if I were you. Besides, she's just a stuck up good for nothing bitch who can't cook."
Trunks sighed and wiped away tears with pink sleeve of his leisure sit. "I can't forget about her, you guys. I'm in love with Gokuu’s wife! What can I say?"
Little did he know that when he spoke those fatal words, an enemy was lurking in the shadows nearby. Gohan heard a cruel laugh, then his teacher and role model, Piccolo-san stepped out into the flashing disco lights. He gasped, knowing of the deep and vicious rivalry that Trunks and Piccolo had. He would hate to think that Piccolo would be so devious, but he knew that if he ever got a hold of valuable information such as this, that he would use it against him. He would manipulate the events until the victory of the Worlds Disco Dancing Tournament was his.
A deep and dangerous smirk appeared on his green face. "Well, well, Mirai Trunks. Looks like you're in quite the predicament."
"No! Piccolo, you wouldn't tell him!" Trunks cried.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Piccolo sneered.
Trunks angrily faced the Namek, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. "Not if I kill you first! You wouldn't dare tell Gokuu!"
"Tell me what?" A voice suddenly asked.
Trunks gasped. Piccolo gasped. Videl gasped. Gohan gasped. Up in Kami's palace, watching over Earth, Dende gasped.
It was Gokuu! And he quite possibly could have heard the entire conversation! Gohan turned, quaking in his platform shoes. If his father ever found out, someone was going to be slaughtered. He watched as Gokuu pulled his mother tighter to him and stared at Mirai Trunks, his expression cool and calm.
"Don't tell me what?" Gokuu repeated, looking from face to face.
Piccolo opened his mouth to speak, but Trunks immediately clasped a hand over his mouth. The Namek fought like hell against the boy, kicking and thrashing and biting, but Mirai Trunks managed to get a good grip on him. As Piccolo struggled violently, the future boy began to drag him off of the dance floor and into the shadows.
"Nothing Gokuu-san. Nothing at all." Trunks said nonchalantly. Gohan noticed a stream of blood coming down his hand as Piccolo viciously gnawed at it, trying to free himself so that he could give Gokuu the bad news.
"That was strange." ChiChi murmured after they had finally disappeared from sight. "It was almost as if Trunks was hiding something from you, Gokuu."
Fear struck Gohan’s heart, and together with Videl, they looked down at their feet. Gokuu was amazingly perceptive and could spot a liar a mile away. Gohan and Videl knew that with Gokuu’s extreme intelligence, there was no use in trying to lie. What they needed was a distraction!
"You two wouldn't know anything about this would you?" Gokuu asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh look! It's Yamucha!” Gohan yelled, never happier to see his scar-faced friend walking across the dance floor. He and Videl broke into a dead run, knowing that if they didn’t get out of earshot soon, it would be too late. Gokuu’s temper was one of the scariest things that he could think of, and there was nothing that set him off more than jealousy.
As Gohan and Videl came running at him, he was a bit surprised. They had never seemed that eager to talk to him before….But then, these days no one seemed that happy to see him. It made him feel popular again, to see the desperate looks on both of their faces. He knew that he was special, but it was always nice to see that other people thought so as well. The days had been hard lately, and he could use a little bit of love. It seemed as though it life had been going downhill ever since Bulma had broken up with him. Things just weren’t the same without her directing his life and shouting orders at him all the time.
"Hey Gohan, Videl. How are you guys?" Yamucha asked with a grin, and he patted Gohan on the back.
"We're great. Just great." Videl said, speaking for both of them. Her eyes wearily looked at something behind her, as if she had just escaped some terrible evil.
"That's good to hear. I'm not doing so good these days." Yamucha said with a sigh. "Ever since Bulma dumped me for that idiot Vejiita, my life seems to have come to a halt." He tentatively put a hand on his head. "Not even my hair seems to have that special spunk that it used to."
It was true, he had lost many things ever since Bulma left, but when his hair lost its vibrant life and color, it was the last straw. Nothing seemed to make it better anymore, not even hairspray or gel could lift it back up. He had even tried going to the most acclaimed hairstylist in Satan City; the one that had originally fixed Mirai Trunks’s gorgeous lavender coif, but he told him flat out that there was nothing he could do. His hair would forever remain dull and lifeless from now on out.
"Maybe it's just that time of the month Yamucha." A voice said from behind him.
He whirled around and found a very familiar three-eyed man behind him. At his side was a small, strange, pale little being with a frozen smile and a very large afro. He had known these two for a very long time; Tien and Chaotzu. Although they were not the greatest dancers in the world, he had often admired the friendship that they shared. The two of them had always been inseparable and held a very close bond with one another. It was nice to see so many of his old friends in one place.
"Chaotzu! Tien!" Yamucha cried. "Hey guys!"
He looked back at Gohan and Videl politely excused himself, then walked over to the wall that the cyclops and his little friend were standing against. As happy as Yamucha was to see them, they did not seem to be that enthused. In fact, they looked to be slightly angry about something. Yamucha tilted his head to the side, wondering what the two could possibly have to be angry about. They were here at the Worlds Disco Dancing Tournament! There was nothing here but dancing and good times!
"It's been a long time Yamucha." Tien said lightly.
"Yeah, after a while I kind of miss normal people." Chaotzu said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Tien glared down at him. "Just because I have a third eye does not mean I am abnormal!"
Chaotzu crossed his little arms over his chest and laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot! If you had FOUR eyes, now that would make you abnormal!" He said in a sarcastic voice.
"You little bastard!! I'm gonna rip your stupid doll head off and use it as a soccer ball!" Tien shouted angrily. His hands formed rather evil looking claws as they reached towards the pale little being, shaking.
"Bring it on Tien! BRING IT ON!" Chaotzu challenged.
"Whoa! Tien, Chaotzu! You guys are supposed to be friends!" Yamucha cried, holding them back from each other. The little one struggled heavily against him and Tien just stood with his feet planted firmly into the floor, quaking with anger.
"Tell that to Freak-o over there!" Tien sneered and pointed at Chaotzu.
"Wait! How did this happen? Why are you guys fighting?" Yamucha asked, and he struggled to hold Chaotzu back. For such a little guy, he certainly put up a fight! His tiny little body was awfully hard to get a good grip on.
"I just found out that HE," Tien pointed at Chaotzu again. "had been sleeping with Lunch! They were seeing each other the whole time behind my back!”
Satisfied, Tien drew back and crossed his arms haughtily. Yamucha stared at Chaotzu in disbelief.
The pale little man shrugged and gave up his struggle. "What can I say? She liked me better."
"Well, do you think you guys could put it behind you for tonight?” Yamucha asked hopefully. “I mean, you wouldn’t want to ruin the World's Disco Dancing Tournament. The tournament is not a time for fighting. This is supposed to be a time for friendship and love and vigorous dancing.”
"I guess." Tien said begrudgingly.
"Yeah." Chaotzu mumbled.
"Put what behind you?" asked Kamesennin. He had just entered the conversation, coming up on the trio from the left side of the bar. The turtle master was looking as though he were in excellent shape tonight, and Yamucha knew that the old man had been doing his best to practice for the tournament. Back in the day, Kamesennin had been quite the competition. Now that he was older, he was not quite as good as he used to be, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Yamucha hoped that he wouldn’t be pitted against him on the dance floor. Without being answered, Kamesennin managed to guess the topic of conversation.
"Women trouble?" he asked.
They all nodded.
"Damn women. I hate them. Who needs women anyway? They disgust me!" Kamesennin ranted, slamming his walking stick into the dance floor.
"You're right." Yamucha agreed, thinking about the terrible breakup that he had just gone through. They really weren’t anything but trouble, especially the turquoise-haired beauty that had broken his heart. "No more women for me! Not even Bulma!"
"Did someone say my name?"
"Bulma!" All four cried and turned to see the young woman they had known almost all their lives.
She stared at the four of them with heavily made-up eyes. Her mascara had probably begun to form two dark circles under her eyes by now, but it really didn’t matter to her. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and then studied her fading hot pink nail polish. Looks weren’t very important to her --- they never had been. Every once and awhile she would go through the extra effort that it took to shave her legs, but for the most part she remained natural. She only applied makeup during special occasions such as this, not to impress anyone, but only because that was what society told her she needed to do to look appropriate.
“Hi Bulma." Yamucha said softly, staring at her with a mesmerized look on his face. She fought the urge to roll her deep blue eyes. Obviously the man was not yet over her. Every time she had seen him since the breakup he stared at her with his tongue hanging out like a damn dog’s.
Bulma scratched her uncombed head and gave him an irritated look. "Hey Yamucha. What's up?"
"Not much. Where's Vejiita?" Yamucha asked. He paused, looking around. “You guys didn’t….break up, did you?”
"He's probably somewhere with Gokuu.” She answered with a dismissive wave. “You know Vejiita; he always has to be with that guy. We've been traveling around in the trailer for weeks now following the Son family to the Tournament. I haven't showered in days. Not that it matters. You know appearances were never really that important to me."
He smiled sadly. "So I take it you guys are happy?"
She thought about that for a moment. It was nice sometimes, she supposed. Just last night Vejiita had made her a delicious lasagna and a batch of her favorite kind of chocolate cookies. And he always kept the trailer neat and tidy while she was away at work. He went through a lot of effort to make her happy. But at times, she found the man so irritating that she debated suffocating him with one of his stupid oven-mitts.
"Yeah, I guess we’re okay.” She finally answered Yamucha. “Vejiita's just a bit too clingy, though. He's always hanging around me, kissing me, hugging me and stuff. It's sickening." Bulma said wrinkling her nose. "The only time he ever leaves me alone is when Gokuu is around. Vejiita just idolizes him."
"Are you talking about me again sweetie?" Vejiita asked, coming up behind her. He put his arms around her and began to smother her face with kisses, as if to prove her point. He was the most annoying man on Earth. Again, she fought the urge to take off her platform shoe and bash him in the head with it.
"Yeah. I was." Bulma said flatly, removing Vejiita's arms pushing him away none too delicately.
"You are just so cute!" Vejiita exclaimed and immediately fell upon her again, squeezing her tightly to his chest. “Just like a little doll!”
She looked to Yamucha for help, fearing that if this kept up, Vejiita just might unconsciously suffocate her, but her companion was no where to be found. Her eyes searched until she found him actually running away from them, shoving through the crowds on the dance floor. She snarled. He had always been a coward.
"Honeybunch, I just can't wait for the tournament. I love dancing with you so much!" Vejiita declared, a look of pure adoration on his face. “You are such a wonderful dancer.”
"Yeah. Whatever. Look Vejiita, I'm going to go find Chi-Chi." Bulma muttered in a bored voice.
He smiled happily and grabbed her hand. "I'll come to! Maybe we'll run into Kakarroto!"
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