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Chapter contributed by : moviefan

(A/N: This chapter is short, but it's mostly meant to be humorous filler. You know, and after battle thing. I know it's a sudden change from the intense fighting the last several chapters, but it's all I've got. So I hope you like it.)
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Chapter 21: What Do You Do With A Drunken Saiyan?
Trunks' power dropped down to normal as he fell to his knees, panting heavily. He looked up, seeing what appeared to be a meteor shower, as Broly's remains burned up in the earth's atmosphere.
He'd done it. He'd defeated the legendary Super Saiyan. Against all odds, the earth was safe again. Although he never would have been able to do it without 18's help.
His eyes widened. 18! Where was she? She hadn't still been inside Broly when he had...
"Oh God... 18! Where are you? 18!"
"Stop screaming."
He turned in the direction of the voice. A person covered from head to foot in Broly's blood stood up from the river of green that had poured from the legendary saiyan's wound. Wiping the blood from her face, she looked down at herself in disgust.
"Gross." She powered up, and her energy flung the blood off her. "I'm not doing that again."
Trunks breathed a sigh of relief. "You had me worried. I was afraid you may have been..."
Raising an eyebrow, 18 gave him a smile. "Trunks, dear, are you admitting that you were worried about my well being?"
Trunks looked away, a blush staining his cheeks.
Up in the sky, Shenron looked down at the two of them irritably. This had been his worst summoning to date. "Um, excuse me, but are you going to make a wish, or not? You better after the way you summoned me!"
Just now noticing Shenron, 18 looked up at him with wide eyes. "Holy... now that's a dragon."
"You try my patience!" Shenron growled. "Make your wishes!"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Trunks looked up at Shenron. "Yes, sir. And thank you for helping us defeat Broly."
Shenron sweat-dropped. He hadn't really done anything. He'd simply appeared in the saiyan's stomach. "If... you say so... Now speak! Tell me why you have summoned me!"
Trunks nodded. "Yes, could you please return the earth to the way it was before the Big Gete Star came?"
"It shall be done!" Shenron declared, his eyes flashing brightly.
Light engulfed the land, blinding them all. As if someone had hit the rewind button on reality itself, all the damage done to the planet reversed until it was exactly the same as it had been before.
"You're wish has been granted!" Shenron told them. "Now tell me your second wish!"
18 glanced at Trunks. "Mind if I take this one?"
Trunks motioned towards the Eternal Dragon. "By all means."
"Thanks." She looked up at Shenron, feeling rather intimidated by the giant dragon. "Please restore all the lives of those killed by Broly and Cooler."
"Excluding Cooler." Trunks added, remembering that he too had been one of Broly's victims.
"Yes," 18 agreed, "except him."
"Very well!" The dragon's eyes flashed once again, and the feeling of life being renewed swept through the city. "You're wish has been granted! Now I must go!"
Just like Porunga, Shenron was surrounded by beams of light until he was no longer visible. The dragon vanished along with the light, and the mystical Dragon Balls floated up in the air. They hovered around for a few seconds before shooting in different directions, scattering across the planet.
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They returned to Capsule Corp. Whatever damage the place may have taken had been repaired from the wish they had made. But the thing that Shenron hadn't fixed was Bulma's temper, and she was furious.
"Trunks Brief, where have you been?" she demanded angrily.
Trunks blinked, caught off guard from her hostility. "Mom... I..."
"I come back from collecting Dragon Balls to find a big saiyan ape destroying the city, and you fighting it! Not only do I almost get killed and have my airship destroyed, but then that stupid monster ate the Dragon Balls! And then you just drop me off and tell me to wait here without explaining anything! I won't stand for it!"
Trunks turned red with embarrassment. "S-Sorry, but there wasn't any time. And we got the Dragon Balls back. Didn't you see Shenron?"
"Oh, I saw him all right!"
"He was kind of hard to miss." Roshi added.
"Yeah, no kidding." Oolong muttered.
"Will you two be quiet!" Bulma shouted. "I'm trying to discipline my son!"
"Mother!" Trunks yelled over her. "I know you were worried, and I'm sorry I upset you, but as it stands, 18 and I are the only ones left to defend the planet."
"Well, there is me." Roshi pointed out.
18 rolled her eyes. "Like he said, the two of us are the only ones left."
Bulma groaned and collapsed into a chair, holding her head. "I can't take this anymore. The fighting was supposed to end with 17."
Roshi rested a hand on her shoulder. "Now, now, Bulma. You know that there will always be someone out there willing to cause trouble. And we must do everything in our power to stop them." He suddenly grinned. "And once again, we came out on top. So come on, lets turn this reunion into a true celebration party."
His hand inched a little too close to her chest, and Bulma hit him with a large hammer that seemed to materialize out of thin air. "Old man, you just don't know when to quit." She sighed. "But I guess you're right. The important thing is that the bad guys are gone and everyone is safe." She grabbed a bottle of sake and took a drink. "So let's get this party underway!"
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It was a fun-filled night. Unfortunately, it just wasn't the same without the whole gang being present, but for those that were there, they certainly enjoyed themselves. The most amusing event was Roshi getting drunk off his feet, just as he always did at such occasions.
As the night went on, 18 couldn't help but notice that Trunks hadn't had anything alcoholic to drink. She wondered about this, and realized that she had never seen him try anything with alcohol in it since her first memory.
Curious, she asked him why, and he blushed slightly as he replied, "I'm not much of a drinker."
18 raised an eyebrow at this. "Why? Are you a light-weight?"
Turning a darker shade of red, he nodded. "Y-Yeah, kind of."
18 stared at him for a moment before she burst out laughing. "You're kidding! The strongest person in the universe can't hold his alcohol? That's too much!"
He glared at her. "Hey, I don't need to drink to have a good time! Besides, I haven't seen you drink anything."
She shrugged. "It doesn't affect me, I've tried it. And I could care less for the taste. But you..." she grinned, "I think I'd enjoy seeing you get buzzed."
He stubbornly crossed his arms. "Not happening."
18 studied him for a while before grinning. "If you say so."
She had suddenly been struck with some inspiration. It seemed that Trunks was only willing to get intimate with her after long periods of seduction. Perhaps with some alcohol in his system, he would be more willing to act upon the attraction surging between them.
Glancing at the bottle of sake she had taken, she wondered about her plan. 'Does doing this make me low...? No way! If a guy got a girl drunk, all his buddies would think he was being crafty.'
Snickering, she snuck up behind Trunks, being the only person who could sneak up on him since he couldn't sense her energy. Careful not to alert him to her presence, she grabbed the back of his hair and gave it a yank.
Trunks cried out as his head was pulled back. "18, what the hell are you doing?"
Shoving the bottle into his mouth, she began to pour its contents down his throat. "Just drink. It's a surprise."
He struggled, but was too surprised by her behavior to really fight her off. And she refused to let him go until he had drank the entire bottle. When he did, she tossed it aside, giving him a curious look.
'Now lets see how long it takes to kick in.'
Coughing and sputtering, the saiyan turned to her angrily. "What was that for?"
She shrugged. "Just something to help you enjoy the party."
Trunks wiped his mouth. "Don't do that again! What was that, anyway?"
She put her finger to her lips and winked at him. "It's a secret."
About twenty minutes later, 18 saw that Trunks really meant it when he said he was a lightweight. In fact, he was a total lightweight. After a single bottle, his cheeks and nose had turned red and he was stuttering over his words. And later, when she handed him another drink, he didn't bother refusing or complaining about it. But after his fourth bottle, he was standing on the table with Roshi, their arms wrapped around each other, singing drunkenly.
Bulma stared at her son in open shock. She had never seen him like this. It was amusing, but also a little awkward as well. Suspecting that one of her guests was responsible, she threw them dirty looks.
"All right, which one of you gave my son sake?" she demanded.
Puar shook her head and waved her arms. "It wasn't me, Bulma." She squeaked. "Honest."
"What?" asked Roshi drunkenly. "Trunks got into my alcohol? Is he even old enough to drink?"
Bulma crossed her arms. "Well if it wasn't either of you two, then it had to have been you, Oolong!"
The transforming pig shook his head. "Now wait just a minute! Why would I deliberately get Trunks drunk?"
"Who knows what goes on in that head of yours, pig?" she growled irritably. "Oh, you'll pay for this. Piggy, piggy, piggy! Piggy, piggy!"
Oolong's eyes widened fearfully. "No, you didn't..."
It suddenly hit him, the desperate need of having to go to the bathroom. Even after all these years, that thing Bulma had gotten him to eat that made him have to go to the bathroom badly whenever the word "piggy" was chanted still had affect.
"I didn't do it!" he shouted, clutching his rear end and making a dash for the house. "You're a one demented woman!"
"Shut up!" Bulma shouted at him, even though he was already in the house. "If my son has a hangover tomorrow, I'm holding you personally responsible!"
Trunks rested a hand on her shoulder, gripping her a little too tightly. "R-Relax, Mom. I'm fine-" hic "really, I am."
Bulma turned to him. "You are not! You've done more than enough partying today anyway. In fact, both you and 18 should be resting after you fight. I don't know why I didn't realize this sooner."
"But, Mom," Trunks whined, "18 has an unlimited supply of Senzu and I took an energy bean. We're fine."
"Listen to yourself, you can't even talk right."
Seeing an opportunity, 18 went to Trunks' side to help support him. "I'll take him to bed. He can sleep it off."
Closing her eyes and feeling the beginning of a headache coming on, Bulma sighed. "Thank you, 18. And if you see that pig anywhere, give him a good kick for me."
"Yes, ma'am." 18 muttered, her thoughts focused on something else entirely.
Leading the saiyan inside, 18 helped Trunks stumbled to his bedroom. Once in the room, she locked the door and pushed him on the bed. She wondered if she should feel bad about using him like this, but decided that no guy would ever turn a willing woman away, even if he was sober.
Although, Trunks seemed to be the exception to this. He always ignored her advances and told her time and again that he didn't want to be with her. However, the way he responded to her said otherwise, and she was willing to take what she could get until she convinced him to get back together with her.
Groaning, Trunks rolled onto his back. 18 smiled and floated over him. Reaching down, she began to unbutton his shirt. The saiyan mumbled something inaudible, his eyes cracking open to look up at her. He blinked a few times, trying to focus.
"What are... you doing...?" he mumbled.
She smiled. "Making you more comfortable." She raised an eyebrow. "That's not a problem, is it?"
He shook his head. "No, thanks."
She chuckled. So far, so good. He seemed unaware of her true intentions. She stripped him down to his boxers, then stood over him. Licking her lips, she looked over his well-toned body, a hungry look in her eye.
She lifted her shirt over her head and dropped her pants, stepping out of them. Now in only her bra and panties, she moved onto the bed, straddling him. He became aware of her weight on him and opened his eyes again.
"18...? Why are you undressed?"
She gave him a saucy grin. "I'm not quite ready to call it a night. This is the first time we've been alone all night. I wanted to spend some time with you." Taking his hand, she lifted it up and placed it on her breast. "Touch me, Trunks."
The saiyan blinked, trying to clear his mind. Something was telling him that this was a bad idea; that he shouldn't be doing this. But what it was he wasn't supposed to be doing? He wasn't sure.
Deciding that it if he couldn't remember then it must not be important, he instead focused on where 18 had placed his hand. His other one came up to fondle her other breast and 18 placed her hands over his to keep them there.
This was nice, but Trunks didn't want to feel her breasts through her bra, he wanted to actually feel them in his hands. Sitting up, his hands crept around her to find her bra strap. His hands fumbled around with it, but he couldn't seem to be able to get it.
18 giggled and grabbed his arms, lowering them onto the bed. Then she reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it slid off her slowly. Trunks' gaze locked on her chest, his eyes darkened with lust. His hands came up to gently cup them, and 18 sighed in content.
"You're so beautiful." he told her.
There was an intake of breath from 18. He had never said that to her before. She decided that she liked it, and wanted to hear him say it more often. It was just a shame that she had to get him intoxicated in order to get him to give her such a compliment.
Trunks' leaned forward to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently as his hands traveled over her. 18 placed her hands on his shoulders and tilted her head back, breathing heavily. She could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against her groin and rubbed herself against him.
Trunks groaned and buried his face in her bosom. "So lovely..." he whispered. "You're perfect."
For some reason, his compliments were upsetting her. Though impairing his senses had been the plan, she wanted to hear these things from him when he was sober and thinking clearly.
Suddenly pushing him down on the bed, she gave him a sly grin. "You just stay there. I'm taking control."
Leaning down, she kissed him deeply. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, but she didn't care. She had him right where she wanted him. Sitting up, her hands explored his chest, her nails wracking over him. She began moving her hips, grinding against him, making them both moan. His hands came up to fondle her breasts again, but 18 pushed them back down, holding them there.
"Uh, uh," she told him. "I'm fucking you."
"But... I want... to..."
She placed her finger over his lips. "Shh. I told you, I'm in control." She leaned down, brushing her breasts against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "Trust me..."
She nibbled his ear lightly, making him groan. She giggled again and began kissing her way down his body. She brushed her cheek against his muscular chest, listening to his heartbeat. Smiling, she nuzzled him, before lightly biting his nipple.
She expected a reaction from him after doing that, but got none. Looking up, she was shocked to see that his eyes were closed and he was breathing steadily.
"Trunks?" He didn't answer her. He appeared to be asleep. She sat up and began shaking him. "Trunks!"
He didn't stir or react in anyway. 18 couldn't believe it. He'd actually gone and passed out. It was clearly obvious that he couldn't hold his liquor, but how could he just pass out like this.
Growling, 18 pouted and crossed her arms over her breasts, staring down at the saiyan irritably. "Damn it!"
(A/N: That sucks. Poor 18 was left sexually frustrated. What, did you expect another lemon? Sorry people, maybe later. This story still has quit a ways to go, so stay tuned for more.)
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