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Stupid Monkey	By : VegsMate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Hanging
With Friends

�Well that about does
it.� I drop the rest of my bags into my car. I can�t wait to show off my new
clothes. I giggle and hop into the driver�s seat of my sleek dark purple capsule
car. I turn the engine on and rev
it up. Then I turn the radio to my favorite station and put on my coolest
blue-tented shades.

Destination: Capsule
Corp.

�Hi mom,� I say as I walk
in the front door.

�Hello dear,� she replies
in her ever-present cheerful way, which just reinforces my joyful mood. �Oh! I
love what you did with your hair.�

�Really, mom?�

�Yes, it�s very
beautiful.�

When I went to the mall
today, I decided it would be a wonderful idea to get rid of my perm. So my hair
is cute short, much like the style I had when I went to Namek, only difference
is that my bangs are as long as the rest of my hair and it�s all parted in the
middle framing my face. �Glad you like it.�

�So how was your shopping
dear?�

�Oh, it was marvelous,� I
say in exaggerated delightfulness and head over to the stairs.

�That�s wonderful.�

�Want me to give you a
show? I bought some really sexy outfits and shoes to match, not to mention
perfume, make up, some really nice lotions from Bath & Body. Oh! And the sexiest
string bikini you will ever see.�

�I would love to, dear,
but it�ll have to wait. Your father was wondering about you.�

�Was he really?� I ask.
�I was considering whether I�d skip out or not�but mom I just had to.�

�Yes, I completely
understand,� she says, following me to my room.

Once inside, I drop my
bags on my bed and sit down. She�s in the doorway looking at me. I know she
wants to talk. Some may think she is vacuous, lord knows she acts like it often,
but she is really more perceptive than people give her credit for.

�Wanna to talk about it?�

�No, I�d rather not� it
would just bring me down.�

�Are you sure?�

�Yeah, besides I should
go see what dad�s been up to.�

�Alright honey, but if
you need to talk you know where I am.�

�Thanks mom,� I say as
she turns away.

�No problem,� and she
walks out.

I look around my room as
if wondering what I should do first. Look at my new goodies or go to the lab? I
look down at myself at what I�m wearing: a blue knee length skirt and a fitted
white long sleeve tee. I look presentable for work. It�s only two in the
afternoon, though. So I decide I ought to go to the lab and see how dad is
coming along with the regen tank we�ve been working on for mouths.

I hop off my bed, take a
quick glance in the mirror and head downstairs and outside across the lawn.

�Hey Dad,� I say entering
the lab.

�Bulma, glad you decided
to come in,� he says as I approach him. He�s working at the tank, which looks
complete to the untrained eye.

�Sorry about that but I
needed to get out and clear my head.�

�No apologies necessary.�
He gives me a thoughtful look. I know what he�s thinking but I�m in no mood to
divulge my problems. So I look away over to the table by his side. There are a
few flasks and chemical solutions.

�Were you able to get a
sample of Vegeta�s DNA?�

�Yes. It was difficult at
first. Broke a few syringes,� he says with a chuckle. �But I found out he was
playing with me.�

�What?� I ask confusedly.

�Yeah, you know sharp
objects like knives and needles can�t penetrate that boy. I got frustrated with
him then and he started laughing. I asked him how we were going to do this if I
can�t penetrate his skin?�

�So what happened? How
were you able to get a sample of his DNA?�

�Well like I said, he was
playing with me. When he finally decided he had enough fun he told me to try
again, and would you believe this time it actually worked. Funny too, Saiya-jin
have the ability to keep their epidermis strong or soft.�

�No kidding.�

�Yeah, and he said it has
nothing to do with ki.�

�Well that�s
interesting,� I say. �There goes all my assassination plots to slit his throat.�
Dad laughs and I grab my lab coat. �So where are we now with the heeling
solution?�

A few days later and I
haven�t seen Vegeta at all. I wonder if he�s hiding from me. All I know is that
he�s in the gravity chamber more hours now than before. From the time I wake
till the time I go to bed he�s there. I don�t even know why I�d care. I should
be jumping for joy to not have to see him. But a person like Vegeta is so
different from everyone else and something about him has always intrigued me. So
yeah, I miss seeing him. He always livens up my days. In a really annoying way,
mind you. But enough about him, if he�s intent on ignoring me then I�ll just do
the same.

It�s in the afternoon
when I decide to take my break from work. I had a craving for pizza and told my
mom to order it for me earlier, so when I come in, it�d be there waiting for me.

I take the box into the
living room and put it down on the coffee table. Grabbing the remote from the
couch, I turn on the TV in search of a channel worth watching. Once I find one I
open the box and take a slice. It has pepperoni, mushrooms, green peppers and
extra cheese, and it smells and looks so good.

�Mmmm.� Tastes good too.

An idea hits me and I
decide to pick up the phone. I haven�t spoken to Krillin in a while. I wonder
how he�s doing. So I call him.

�Hey Krillin, how�s it
going?�

�Bulma! Glad to hear from
you,� he responds, �I�m doing fine as always. How about you? Any problems with
the surly prince of Saiyans?�

I can�t help but laugh.
�Is there ever a day the sun doesn�t shine?� He laughs at that. �No, but
really�things have been mellow around here lately, so I can�t complain.�

We strike up a
conversation on nothing in particular, just about the things we�ve been involved
with recently. It seems his break up with Marron has been weighing him down, so
he�s been spending most of his time training more than usual, despite his
preparation for the Androids. But he says that it doesn�t help that Master Roshi
isn�t helping him�too consumed with his girly magazines and porn, I suspect. I
tell him as much and he begrudgingly comments, �Among other things.� I laugh at
that but don�t even want him to elaborate.

We continue to converse
for over a half an hour. By that time I�ve eaten only two slices of pizza. Mom comes in
and gives me a soda, by then Krillin asks the inevitable, which I�d rather not
talk about.

�So�how�s everything with
you and Yamcha going along?� I guess he was waiting for me to mention something
about that since he waited so long to bring it up.

I wait till mom leaves
the room and then I say: �We had an argument and haven�t talked since. That was
about a few days ago.�

�Sorry to hear that,� he
says sympathetically, �anything serious?�

�I would think so��

�Care to talk about it?�
he asks uncertainly.

�No, but I should talk to
someone about it.� He waits for me to continue. �Our relationship isn�t as it
used to be. It seems like all the stuff that brings life and excitement to our
relationship has been gradually wasting away.�

�That bad?�

�I don�t know� but that�s
the way it seems.� I pause for a little while. �There�s more to it, though�you
know how I feel about getting married?�

�Yeah.�

�Okay, and I really want
to, you know. I am like how old? And I ain�t getting younger anytime soon. By
now I should have been married with children. I feel so disillusioned. All those
dreams I had growing up and now looking at the reality�what�s keeping him from
popping the question? If he really loves me, then he ought to take that step.
We�re not kids anymore who only spend our days chasing after dragon balls with
no real worry about our future, you know? I mean we�ve been together for like a
decade, if not longer!�

�I see whatcha mean,
Bulma.�

�Yeah, so what do I do?
Wait for him to get over his commitment phobia�which could take another
decade�or�?� I leave the question hanging, knowing that he would guess the
alternative.

�Man, you�ve really
considered this.�

�It�s like beating a dead
horse, Krillin, that�s been dried up and decomposed already.�

I know he couldn�t help
but laugh at the analogy. Heck, I can�t either�but more so at how sorry this
situation is.

�So how�d he take it�I
mean you argued? What happened?�

�Oh he doesn�t even want
to acknowledge the problem.�

�Really?� he says,
genuinely surprised.

�Yeah, it pisses me off.�

�No shit.�

I nod my head
concurringly, as if he could see. �Yeah��

�Damn, that sucks, I
don�t know what to tell you.�

�You don�t have to say
anything� I guess I just needed someone to unleash my problems on.�

�Well even so, whatever
you decide or whatever happens, I hope the best for you, Bulma.�

�Thanks Krillin, you�re
such a cool friend.�

He giggles bashfully.
�Gee thanks.�

�Hey, why don�t we hang
out later, you know, go out to a club or something to get our minds off our
troubles for the night.�

�Sounds great�I could use
a night away from Master Roshi and his videos.�

�Good. Why don�t you
spend the night over here, okay?�

�Sounds like a plan. At
what time should I come over?�

�How about six. We can
eat dinner before we head out.�

�Cool,� he says joyfully,
then his tone changes. �Hey, will Vegeta be around?�

�No, I don�t think so.
He�s locked himself up in the gravity chamber for long amounts of time that I
haven�t seen him since he�� I am about to mention Vegeta�s nightmare but I stop
short, knowing that the prince of Saiyans would not appreciate me disclosing his
mortification. ��since Yamcha and I had our argument. I really doubt he�ll be around.
Why, you scared he�ll kick your ass?� I say snidely.

He snickers. �No, he�s
been pretty �nice� to me�as far as nice goes with that guy. But it is better to
prepare myself for a moody Vegeta lurking around CC.�

�Aren�t you lucky�I don�t
have the luxury,� I say, �but anyway, I guess I�ve wasted enough of your time.�

�Hahaha, yeah right,� he
says, �you know I�m always glad to hear from you. But I suppose we�ve talked
long enough. I�ll see you later then, at six, right?�

�Yeah, till then.�

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

I�ve been successful for
the past few days in training myself more intensely than I ever have so that when
night comes, I�m completely exhausted and I fall into dreamless slumber. I
haven�t had to worry about nightmares and that makes me feel great. However, my
body doesn�t feel the same way. But I�m still content.

�Kakkarot!� I call as a
land on his front lawn. I haven�t been able to spar with him before. Seeing as
my mind was a jumbled mess, it is only now that I can concentrate like I used
to. If I fight him otherwise it would not be good.

His mate opens the door
and eyes me with disdain. I cross my arms and look impatiently at her. �Where�s
Kakkarot?�

�Goku is about to
eat lunch so you should come back later,� she says with annoyance, putting
emphasis on her mate�s name. She gets irritated every time she hears �Kakkarot�.
But it is his birth name so I don�t know what the fuck her problem is.

�Hey, Vegeta, how�s it
going?� the idiot greets me, as he walks up behind his mate. I detest such
informality, especially from my own subject.

�Spar. Now.�

�Hey, just wait a minute!
You can�t come around here demanding my Goku to spar with you especially when
he�s busy!�

�Aw, Chi Chi, it�s no big
deal,� the happy Saiya-jin says, �After I finish eating we�ll spar. Come on
Vegeta, you hungry?�

�Humph,� the black haired
harpy utters as she turns away and goes inside. Although I don�t much like his
mate, I have to admit he picked a human more Saiya-jin in attitude than most,
much like the blue haired onna.

Well I am a bit hungry so
I follow Kakkarot inside and we sit down at the table.

I feel uncomfortable in
here. I assume an air of indifference so no one would ever guess. But as
Kakkarot�s mate directs hostile glares my way while she sets the table with
food, I cannot help feel uncomfortable. Even arrogant thoughts of my higher
standing don�t crush the stupid feeling. I�m used to people exhibiting such
sentiments towards me so this is nothing new; though, it has been the case that
most people are too afraid of me to even show how they really feel. Regardless,
it never bothered me at all before. I�d find satisfaction in it. But now I
feel�awkward. I never used to but here on earth I begin to experience a lot of
firsts.

�Mom! Dad! I�m back!�

I turn around to see the
half-breed coming in. He�s grinning like an idiot, just like his father. When
his eyes fall on me his expression changes to one of consideration. He�s seen me
around here before to spar with his father, but never have I ate with them.

�You�re just in time for
lunch, Gohan. You�d better wash up. Who knows what dirt you�ve accumulated out
there with that green monster.�

Green monster? So I see
she too does not like the Namek. The brat quickly does as his mother says and
rushes to the bathroom.

�Hey, Chi Chi, that�s not
very nice,� Kakkarot says, �he�s changed now, you shouldn�t speak so ill of
him.�

�Oh Goku, please! I don�t
know why I even let him train our Gohan.�

I wonder where the Namek
is anyway. I look out the window and scan the landscape. I see him sitting under
a tree with his eyes closed. Soon Gohan is back and Kakkarot�s mate tells them
that they may eat now.

Never in all my years
working for Frieza have I ever seen such a display of utter revulsion. I try to
look away but I can�t. It�s so disgusting, yet intriguing. I know we Saiya-jin
can eat a lot but to stuff one�s face� with so much food� at one time� and so
quickly? He�s faster than me!

�Is something wrong,
Vegeta?�

I turn to Kakkarot�s mate
as she looks concerned, then I realize her son�s eyes are on me too. I humph and
begin to eat. I am surprised by how the food taste. It is much better than
blonde onna�s cooking. I�m suddenly jealous of Kakkarot, to have a mate who
cooks so well. No wonder the idiot�s always happy.

As I continue to eat, I
feel his mate�s eyes still on me.

�Is something wrong?� I
say gruffly to her.

�I never knew�I didn�t
expect you to have good table manners.�

I smirk. �I am the
Saiya-jin no Ouji, it�s unbecoming to act like a third class, like your mate.�

�I guess the Prince of
Saiyans would have to be better than his constituency at least in something,�
she says sardonically.

The underlining meaning in her statement is not lost on
me. What a clever little minx. I guess she is not as dumb as I thought, which
makes me wonder what she could have ever seen in her mate. But anyhow, I can�t
help but be amused at her antagonism and I am curious to the extent at which she
will display it.

�Gohan! Chew!�

�Sorry, mom.�

�So Vegeta, how�s your
training going?� Kakkarot manages to say in between his gross inhalation.

�Very well,� I say before
I have time to think about it. I think Third Class and I are getting way too
friendly for my tastes.

�That�s great, �Geta.�

�Geta? �Geta?! What the
fuck�s wrong with him to address me so disrespectfully? I have the urge to punch
him in the face right here and now. But I suppress that urge. So I think to yell
at him but I cannot trust myself in doing that. Since I�m in his home, it would
be very inappropriate to berate him in front of his family. Besides, the things
I have to say to him would be extremely offensive where this innocent, sitting
near me, and his mother are concerned. So I shove a large portion of rice in my
mouth instead and content myself with the idea of chastising Kakkarot later
today� Yes there will be plenty of time for that.

As I am thinking this,
Kakkarot proceeds to talk to his son about his training, asking him what the
Namek has taught him, so forth and so on. It�s interesting, the exuberance this
boy displays and how he smiles in blissful abandon at his parents� attention. He
is extremely lucky to live such a life�carefree�something I don�t believe I�ve
ever experienced, not even when I lived back home on Vegeta-sei. No, as far as I
can remember, I�ve always been expected to act a certain way: serious, with my
only concern being in fighting, becoming the strongest and greatest warrior, my
duties as a prince, and my studies. There was never any time for play or other
such inconsequential activities. I can see now why Kakkarot is so different a
Saiya-jin than any other I�ve known. He just wasn�t raised with such ideologies
like that of myself. But still�he confuses me.

�Hey Vegeta.�

I look up from my food.
�What?�

�You�re almost ready?�

�Uh�yeah.� I finish the
rest of the contents in my bowl and then wipe my mouth with a napkin, unlike
Third Class who uses the back of his hand. I get up with him and he is soon at
the door. �I�ll have to wash my hands first,� I say.

�Alright, just hurry up,
okay?�

Stupid baka! I know he is
excited to spar with his prince but he should know better than to be demanding
of me. �Be patient!� I snap. Now I�m really intent on punishing him when we
spar.

Outside�

We fly to our usual
sparring ground, a semi-barren area, open ground, rough terrain with few grass
and even fewer trees and a reasonable amount of hills and mountains surrounding.
The sun is high up and it�s beaming down on us mercilessly. Once we touch down,
we begin to stretch. I�m more limber now than I can ever remember, considering I
did train this morning, so stretching seems futile but I do it anyway.

The dummy smiles
stupidly. He is too excited. He looks at me as I do leg raises. I only glare at
him. His smile doesn�t falter. I love it when people fear me but somehow I like
it that he doesn�t. I guess it�s because I can never respect a warrior who is
craven. Even so, I can do without that happy fa�ade.

�Ready �Geta?�

I stretch my hands down
to my toes, hold the position for mere seconds, and then stand upright while
placing my hands at my hips. �You should not address me so informally. I�ll have
to teach you some respect.�

�I don�t mean to offend
you,� he says, �You know I don�t get offended when you call me Kakkarot.�

�As you shouldn�t�it�s
your birth name.�

�But you know I don�t go
by it.�

�Shut up, already! You
will learn respect nonetheless.�

I crunch down into a
fighting stance. He does the same. And the most peculiar thing happens, not that
I haven�t seen it before, it just intrigues me every time: that goofy veneer is
replaced by one of consideration and estimation. I know he is attempting to
assess me, as I am doing the same to him. It irritates me, though, that he can
appear so utterly contrary to the dim-witted fool I always see. I hate it when
he does this. It makes me wonder� is the baka in him only a guise, or is that
really him? When he fights it makes me question his disposition so much.

What is your secret,
Kakkarot? I know you cannot be a complete idiot. Why do you only reveal this part
of yourself when you fight? I suppose I�ll have to unveil the man behind the
stupidity.

There is no more time for
musing. We charge.

Our fight starts off in
the usual manner, a mediocre affront with attempted hits and kicks, none of
which make contact as we faze in and out of sight. It�s a predictable dance we
play just to see where our levels are. It is obvious to us both now that we are
ready and able to up the caliber. We increase our ki and speed and are more
strategic as contact is made.

Every day when I�m in the
gravity chamber, I shadow box, imagining that it is Kakkarot I�m punching. I
have to admit nothing can substitute the real thing. I don�t even attempt to
hide my smile with a scowl. I�m having too much fun and I want him to know that
I enjoy pounding on him. Though, I must also admit he gives just as good as he
gets, if not more. His fighting spirit is paramount to my own and I see the
Saiya-jin in his eyes�he�s enjoying this very much, the exhilaration, the
bloodlust�he wants to defeat me without reason, without cause. Yes, Kakkarot,
show me whose blood flows through your veins!

As we continue on and the
first hour passes, the intensity of our match is invigorating. I haven�t been
able to battle consistently ever since I came to earth so I revel in
these sparing matches with him.

Sometimes I grow
irritated when I�m at Capsule Corporation since I can�t just fight with anyone
or even kill. It�s nice to know the onna is quick-witted as myself. The
arguments�or as I like to refer to them: battle of wits�I have with her can on
many occasions sate my desire to fight. But then again, that has its own shady
purposes� that I will not even begin to think about right now. I must
concentrate on my opponent.

Oddly enough though, my
avoidance of the female has put a damper on our heated encounters�a major
understatement, I know. Perhaps I�ll not avoid her after today. I miss talking
to someone with a high intellect such as my own.

Shit! He�s coming towards
me too quickly. I do back flips out the way, swiftly as I possibly can, several
paces. I then spiral into the air, landing on a large rock. I coil into the
fall, then using the momentum, I propel myself forward and extend my left leg
towards the younger Saiya-jin with a powerful drop kick. He falls hard on the
ground, skidding back several yards.

Poetry in motion, no?

I cannot take too much
pleasure in that for Kakkarot instantly rises to his feet. I would not expect
anything less from him. He comes at me fiercely. I attempt to evade his rapidly
flying fist, but I�m pounded relentlessly in the gut and side. I do manage to
block some of his attack. Of course! But he has powered up a few notches and is
quicker. He lands an uppercut to my jaw and I�m flung into a hillside.

�Kisama!� I mutter, as I
lay stagnant.

No time to be a slug now,
Vegeta no Ouji. I power up more as he hastily approaches my direction. This will
not be a checkmate. I am nowhere near beat yet, bakamono.

I faze out of sight
just as he is inches away. I materialize behind him. A knee in the back alerts
him of my locale. Haha� Too late! I roundhouse his ass into the ground. Then I
proceed to crash my boots into his gut as he lay there, but I know he will move
out of the way in time. And he does. I search out his ki. Once I pinpoint him,
it�s too late for me. He grabs the back of my neck, directing me to face him,
holding me firmly in place with my head down. All I see now is his knee coming
towards my face. He has the fierceness of a kick boxer. Dammit! How did I let
this happen? My blood starts to flow, painting the knee of his gi.

I won�t be the only one
bleeding today. I move my hands to his abdomen and flare two ki beams. He�s
discharged backward. I think to wipe away the blood flowing from my nose but I
see an opportunity I cannot pass up. I bolt in his direction and just as he is
about to hit the ground. Not this time Kakkarot. I kick him in the back sending
him in the opposite direction. I go after him again and knee him in the gut
moments before touch down. I don�t let him go far as I ball my fist together and
knock him back down.

He lays there for a few
seconds then struggles to get up. He looks up at me while on his hands and
knees.

�Kiss my boot, Kakkarot,
and pay homage to the Saiya-jin no Ouji,� I say, beside myself with elation. I
lift my boot slightly towards his face.

�You have got to be
kidding me, �Geta,� he says, emphasizing that horrible nickname. The
asshole! And he�s smiling too�does he think this is a game?

Needless to say� I am
angry now.

We had a full day of
sparring. Insatiable until we were too broken to even move. I would be content
with today�s happenings if our fight would have been� how should I put this?
Real. It wasn�t genuine. And I�m aggravated and angry because of that. The only
reason why I was even able to do damage to that bakamono was because he was not
at his full strength, where as I was at mine just to keep up with his
condescending offer. What is the Prince of Saiya-jin coming to if he cannot even
beat his subject�nay, if he cannot even become the legendary like his subject
had? Dammit!

If anything, it does
resolve my aspirations to do so. And I shall.

I walk into Capsule
Corporation at about nine in the evening. I�m feeling better now�physically
better mind you�since Kakkarot gave me one of his senzu beans. We would not have
been able to leave our sparring ground otherwise. He had given me a pouch full
of them a while back, worried that I�d end up killing myself in the gravity
chamber like I almost did before. I doubt such an explosion could kill me�knock
me unconscious, yes�but not kill me. But anyway, I usually bring two senzu beans
with me when I spar but I had forgotten them today and am glad the dimwit had
not.

Ah, but now I am famished
so my first place of business is the refrigerator in search of much needed
sustenance. Once I open the door my mouth waters.

�Be still my heart�� I
joke to myself.

It�s highly stocked. A
whole turkey, several T-bone stakes, large bowls of rice, sesame chicken, and
the list goes on. Blonde onna must have had me on her mind today. I must thank
her; this has definitely earned my gratitude. I pile most of the contents from
the frig onto the table and sit down to feast. With my ki I heat it up instantly
and dig in.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

The music is loud. The
red, blue, green, and yellow lights twirl around the dark crowded room. The
uproar is amazing as the gyration of the beat sets the mood. We all dance like
nothing else matters. This is so much fun and all I can think about is loosing
myself in the moment. Who cares about life and its overbearing depressions? Who
cares about an asshole for a boyfriend who thinks too much of himself to work
out our problem, let alone not call me in four days? Who cares about stupid
Capsule Corporation and regen tanks and arrogant, stupid monkeys and androids
and whatever else there is to make life suck? I�m not caring tonight. I�m with
Krillin and we�re having a wonderful time. To hell with life and its constant
shit!

We go back over to our
table half an hour later, having danced most of the time here. I attempt to keep
my panting at a minimum as I sip my drink.

�It�s wild in here
tonight,� Krillin says.

�Yeah, the best type of
atmosphere to just let it all go.�

He takes a sip of his
tequila. �Yeah, among other things.�

I smile and look around
the room at all the people. I see some couples who look like they know each
other pretty well. They�re the comfortable type that doesn�t have to flirt much
or put up a front or be too loose. Then there are the ones who flirt a lot, who
just met and they laugh crazy and do lewd things for enticement. I see one
couple right now that wants to go somewhere private. Someone�s getting laid
tonight. And I giggle.

�Hey, Bulma,� Krillin
says.

�Yeah,� I respond while
realizing I�ve got a nice buzz going on.

�Check out that guy over
at the bar, the one in the black jacket.� I look that way. �He�s been checking
you out a lot tonight.�

�A lot of people have,� I
say haughtily, �who wouldn�t, with a body like this�� I stand up and model my
tight, short, spaghetti strap, purple and cyan dress.

�Yeah, well� okay.� I
notice his checks flush, as he looks me over. �My point being is I know your
type and although I�ve seen quite a few guys ogling you, this one seems like the
cream of the crop.�

�So you think I should
give up on Yamcha, eh?� I say with a sultry laugh, working on my coquetry.

�No, but I thought you�d
have more fun dancing with guys other than myself.�

�How thoughtful.�

�Yeah, I know.� I rub his
baldhead.

�You think I should go
his way or have him come to me?�

�Have him come to you�
it�s not like you�re going to be dating him�you shouldn�t be too forward.�

�You�re right,� I say as
I sit back down and turn to look at the guy at the bar. He looks my way and I
smile slightly. Then I cross my legs and tilt my head to the side, flipping my
hair back so he can get a good look at my neck. He�s still looking so I give him
a come hither stare as I take a sip of my drink. Then I lower my head and giggle
like a schoolgirl. That always gets them. And sure enough he gets up and comes
to me.

�So much for not being
forward��

I�m still laughing and
it�s genuine now. �Shut up, K-man. Why don�t you find someone and join me on the
dance floor.�

He chuckles. �Fine, it�s
not like you�re going home with anyone but me tonight, babe,� he says jokingly.

�No doubt, sweet thang.�
And I smack him on the ass as he leaves. Now I know I�m drunk� well not
completely but I�m getting there. I decide now that I had enough alcohol for one
night.

�Hello there,� the guy in
black says as he stands in front of me.

�Hi,� I say.

�My name�s Liam, what�s
your name?�

�Bulma,� I say standing
up. �Wanna dance?�

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