No Way, Jose!

Well it\'s Sunday mornin\'
And the sun in shinin\'
In my eye that is open
And my head is spinnin\'
Was the life of the party
I can\'t stop grinnin\'
I had too much Tequila last night

Vegeta sat up in his plush bed, groaning and squinting into the early morning sunlight. His head was pounding worse than he\'d ever felt it in his life, and he wished he could just blast the sun to bits just to rid his eyes of it\'s stinging rays. He heard Bulma roll over beside him and mutter lightly into the sheets.

\"Baka onna,\" Vegeta sneered quietly.

\"You\'re the baka, Vegeta,\" Bulma muttered without opening her eyes. \"If you\'re going to piss and moan about your hangover do it somewhere else. I want to sleep.\"

Another voice joined hers, this one from deep under the blankets. Vegeta jumped as the familiar voice echoed Bulma\'s sentiments. \"Yeah, Vegeta, some people are tired after last night.\"

Vegeta sprang from the bed, ripping the blankets off with him. He stared in a mixture of confusion and anger. \"Kakarott!\" he shouted. \"What the hell are you doing here?\"

\"Grow up, Vegeta!\" Bulma yelled back. \"You\'re the one who wanted him to stay, remember?\"

Vegeta stared, not wanting to believe what she said. He tried to think back to the night before, through the pounding headache, through the confusion, through the anger, through the damned sunlight that refused to go away. Just what the hell had happened the night before?

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start any fights?

Now wait a minute
Things don\'t look too familiar
Who is this cowboy
Who\'s sleepin\' beside me?
He\'s awful cute, but how\'d I
Get his shirt on?
I had too much Tequila last night

Vegeta stormed into the bathroom, hoping that a cold shower would wake him from the nightmare and give him some recollection of what had happened. He thundered past the vanity sink, then stopped and paced back, staring at his reflection. He was wearing a blue short sleeved shirt that was about three sizes too big for him; closer inspection showed that it was all he was wearing. He cursed to himself and started to pull the shirt off, noting that the shirt reeked of Gokou\'s scent as he did so. What would have ever possessed him to put the lower-class warrior\'s shirt on in the first place? And where the hell were the rest of his clothes?

The saiya-jin prince turned on the shower and stepped in, shuddering lightly as the cold water sprayed over his body. He gulped, fighting back the stabbing pain in his head and a feeling of lightheadedness that almost sent him to the floor of the shower. He breathed deeply, trying to calm the nerves in his brain and body.

Slowly, he gathered his composure, and memories of the previous night started to seep back into his mind.

*

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start any fights?

Bulma walked into the room, singing lightly to herself as she slid the post of one of her earrings through her earlobe. She snapped the back on and tilted her head the other way to put the earring\'s mate on.

Vegeta looked up from the floor where he was doing his nightly push-ups. \"What are you doing, onna?\" he demaned.

\"I\'m getting ready to go out,\" she said. \"Remember, this is my night off. You\'re going to take me out on the town for the night.\"

\"Right.\" Vegeta went back to his excercises, a sneering grin on his face. \"I don\'t recall saying anything about that.\"

\"Vegeta!\" Bulma cried. \"I get a night off so rarely it wouldn\'t kill you to be civil with me for one night!\"

Vegeta snorted. \"Hmpf. I don\'t think dressing up in silly clothes and wasting a whole night wandering around town is required for being civil. I\'m in the house talking to you, aren\'t I?\"

Bulma ground her teeth. The saiya-jin was infuriating her, and it was already starting to ruin her evening. \"Well, fine,\" she decided, \"I can play this little game too. If my evening\'s going to be less than perfect, so is his - and I\'m going to make sure he dwells on it all night.\"

\"If that\'s how you want it,\" Bulma replied tartly. \"I\'ll just ask Gokou to take me out. I\'m sure Chi-Chi wouldn\'t mind me taking her big, strong man out to escort me on my night off.\"

Vegeta snorted again. \"As if you could stand being seen with that idiot,\" he said. \"You\'d die of embarrassment the second that moron set eyes on a dinner plate.\"

\"We\'ll just see about that,\" Bulma said. She walked out and slammed the door behind her.

Vegeta glared at the door. \"Baka onna,\" he spat.

Bulma flew across town in her air car and continued out across the countryside. She pushed the car to it\'s maximum acceleration, cruising past roads, trees and rocks as she flew toward the Son household. In no time, she found herself braking to a stop in front of their door.

She stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. \"I\'m going to have to word this just right or Chi-Chi\'s going to pitch a fit,\" Bulma thought. She walked up to the front step and knocked on the door.

Gokou was the one who answered the door. \"Bulma! Hi!\" he exclaimed. \"Come on in!\" He stepped back and cheerfully ushered her into the house.

Chi-Chi was standing at the sink washing dishes as Bulma entered. \"Good evening, Chi-Chi,\" Bulma said.

\"Good evening,\" Chi-Chi replied. \"What brings you out here?\"

\"Vegeta and I had an argument again,\" Bulma said. \"I was wondering if I might borrow Gokou for the night to get back at him?\"

\"What do you mean, \'borrow\' him?\" Chi-Chi asked. She turned to Bulma with a quizzical look on her face.

Bulma blushed a little. \"Well, you see, Vegeta was supposed to take me out tonight, because it\'s the first night I\'ve had off of work in a long time. He\'s being his usual unsocial stubborn self though, and refuses to go anywhere. I threatened to ask Gokou to take me out if he wouldn\'t go with me, and it didn\'t work, he just laughed it off.\" She looked at the floor and toed a crack in the floor boards with the tip of her shoe. \"So, I was wondering...\"

\"If you could take Gokou out for dinner and drinks to make Vegeta jealous,\" Chi-Chi finished.

\"Yes,\" Bulma said.

Chi-Chi heaved a small sigh. \"It\'s all right with me, as long as that\'s all the farther it goes. I\'ll tell you now that Gokou doesn\'t have the best manners for nice establishments.\"

\"That\'s all right,\" Bulma said. \"My night is kind of shot anyway from arguing with Vegeta. I could use a lighter mood.\" She turned to Gokou. \"You don\'t mind, do you? Taking me out tonight, that is.\"

Gokou smiled and scratched the back of his head. \"Not at all,\" he said cheerfully. \"As long as Chi-Chi says it\'s ok, I don\'t mind.\"

\"Great,\" Bulma said. \"I know for a fact Vegeta can tell who I\'ve been around by the smell of my clothes. I can\'t wait to see his face when he smells Gokou all over me.\" She leaned over and hugged Chi-Chi. \"Thanks, Chi-Chi,\" she said. \"I\'ve needed to give Vegeta just what he deserves for a long time.\"

\"Not a problem,\" Chi-Chi said. She smiled at Bulma and winked. \"That saiya-jin of yours could stand to be knocked down a couple of steps anyway; he does tend to get arrogant, you know.\"

\"Do I ever know!\" Bulma said. She waved to Chi-Chi as she and Gokou walked out and climbed into her car. \"We\'ll be back later!\" she called.

*

All those little shooters
How I love to drink \'em down
Come on bartender
Let\'s have another round
Well the music is playing
And my spirits are high
Tomorrow might be painful
But tonight we\'re gonna fly

Bulma walked into the bar with her arm looped through Gokou\'s arm. She knew the place fairly well; it was nicer than most establishments of it\'s type, but it wasn\'t anything fancy enough to kick them out if Gokou\'s manners didn\'t hold up. She figured she and Gokou would have a couple of drinks, a couple of snacks, raise a few eyebrows, then leave. Her face was known well enough that talk would be around town in the morning, adding insult to injury for Vegeta\'s pride. Bulma didn\'t have any worries; she\'d let it go for a couple of days then let it be known that she was just out with an old friend.

Bulma sat down at the bar with Gokou. \"Two orders of fish and chips, and two Jack-and-Cokes,\" she said.

*

Vegeta slammed the refrigerator door shut for the third time that night. He didn\'t want to admit it, but Bulma\'s threat was getting to him. What if she was going to be with Kakarott? He shook his head. It was impossible. Even if she did try to follow up on her threat, the lower-class warrior\'s wife would never allow it.

He paced the room again, not wanting to admit his agitation, but too agitated to even eat. Finally he gave in and searched about for Bulma\'s ki signature. He found it in the middle of town, about where he expected to. He probed a bit, searching the area around her.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he recognized another ki signature in close proximity to her. \"Kakarott!\" Vegeta snapped. \"So she did go through with it!\" He ground his teeth, agonizing over what to do about the situation. \"I\'ll just go over there and embarrass her in public,\" he decided. \"That\'ll teach her to try to play these games with me!\" He powered up and flew out the window, leaving a jet stream-like streak behind him.

He landed at the door of the bar and walked in. He spotted his mate and rival right away. They were laughing and enjoying themselves, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

As he strode over to where they were sitting, he heard Gokou speak to Bulma. \"These things are pretty good,\" he said, polishing off another drink and waving to the bartender for yet another. \"I should do this with you more often; I know Chi-Chi doesn\'t like to drink.\"

Vegeta grabbed Gokou by the shoulder. \"Like hell you should do it more often!\" he shouted. \"Just what do you think you\'re doing here with my mate?\"

Curious eyes glanced over to the trio, but the three of them paid them no mind. \"Take it easy, Vegeta,\" Gokou said. \"If I understood right, you didn\'t want to be here with her tonight.\"

\"That doesn\'t give any other man a right to her!\" Vegeta raged. He raised his fist to strike Gokou.

Gokou grinned lazily and grabbed both his and Bulma\'s drinks off the bar. He held the two half-full glasses up in front of him. \"You wouldn\'t hit a man with glasses, now, would you?\"

Bulma giggled at Gokou\'s joke. Vegeta stared at Gokou for a second, then looked away, disgusted. \"That\'s a ridiculous thing to say; you\'re so drunk you don\'t even know what you\'re doing, I\'d wager.\"

Bulma snorted. \"He\'s feeling good, not drunk,\" she said. \"Maybe you should try a few drinks to lighten your own mood.\"

Vegeta turned away. \"If that\'s an attempt to get me intoxicated, then forget it,\" he said. \"I refuse to make an ass of myself like Kakarott does.\"

Bulma started to say something but Gokou cut in. \"Oh, don\'t even bother with him, Bulma,\" he said. \"He couldn\'t hold as much as I have anyway; he\'d be out cold by now, and wouldn\'t have a good mood anyway.\"

Vegeta spun around and grabbed the front of Gokou\'s shirt. \"What did you say?\" he demanded.

\"I said, you couldn\'t hold as much as I can anyway,\" Gokou clarified.

Vegeta\'s eyes burned. \"We\'ll see about that. How many drinks have you had?\"

\"Um...\" Gokou looked at the ceiling fan, trying to think, then back down at his hands as if to count on his fingers.

\"Oh, for Kami\'s-sake-\" Vegeta began.

\"Four,\" Bulma cut in. \"He\'s had four drinks with me.\"

Vegeta reached into his pocket and slapped some bills on the counter. \"Four of whatever he\'s been drinking,\" Vegeta demanded, pointing at Gokou at the same time.

The bartender just rolled his eyes. \"It\'s going to be a long night,\" he thought as he poured the drinks. He slid the four glasses down to Vegeta, who promptly threw them back, one after another. Less than four seconds passed, and the four drinks were gone.

\"Hmpf,\" he snorted. \"Showed you up again.\"

\"Give it time, Vegeta,\" Bulma said.

\"And while you\'re giving it time, why don\'t we up the number to five?\" Gokou challenged.

*

Several hours and many, many drinks later, Gokou and Vegeta stood and faced each other, both crouched in a defensive position. After cleaning out all of the bar\'s stock of Jack Daniels, they\'d begun experimenting with other drinks, moving through straight tequila to schnapps and finally telling the bartender to just pour the strongest stuff he had into the glasses. They let Bulma test each for it\'s potency to be sure they were upgrading their challenge instead of downgrading. After a couple of hours of being the \"official\" tester for their drinks, Bulma really couldn\'t tell the difference between each one - but she didn\'t have the heart to tell them that. So, their game continued, the bar\'s supply of alcoholic beverages became lower, and the danger potential in the room became steadily higher. Some patrons noticed this and began to leave early, but others were enjoying the show and were determined to see it through.

Now, with the alcohol gone and neither willing to admit defeat, the two saiya-jin\'s had turned to their old method of determining who wobettbetter the other - they were going to fight it out right there. A few more patrons scrambled out the door to avoid the oncoming fight.

Gokou grinned at Vegeta and winked. \"Why don\'t you just give up and go home, Vegeta?\" he said. \"I\'ll make sure Bulma is taken care of tonight.\"

Vegeta growled. \"Over my dead body,\" he said. He lunged at Gokou.

Gokou easily side-stepped him. He brought his arms around and caught Vegeta by the nape of the neck, then swung him up and flung him against the bar. Vegeta landed on the marble surface and skidded down the length of the bar on his back, knocking glasses to the floor where they shattered.

\"Hey!\" the bartender protested half-heartedly.

Gokou walked over to Vegeta. He had happened to stop near Bulma, and was slowly getting up and gaining his equilibrium. Bulma laughed drunkenly at the sight, then yawned and stretched, straining her arms high above her head. The action gave a great view of her cleavage, and both Gokou and Vegeta stared.

Bulma suddenly realized that they were staring at her and lowered her arms. \"What?\" she asked.

\"Delicious,\" Gokou replied. He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss Bulma\'s neckline.

Vegeta growled angrily and pulled him back. He tumbled off the bar and pulled Gokou to the floor with him. \"Keep your hands off my mate!\" he shouted.

The two of them wrestled for a few minutes, knocking over chairs and barstools, the occasional ki blast flying out and crashing through the ceiling or piercing an overhead light. Bits of wood and glass rained down around them.

Suddenly, their fight was interrupted by sirens outside. \"Shit,\" Bulma said. \"Someone called the police.\"

Vegeta and Gokou looked up from where they were fighting. \"So what do we do?\" Gokou asked.

Bulma rolled her eyes. \"Obviously, we get out of here,\" she said.

Gokou was quick to comply. \"Okay!\" hclaiclaimed. He grabbed Bulma around the waist and took off out the door, with Vegeta hot on their heels.

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Every time we get together
I sure have a good time
You\'re my friend
You\'re the best
Mi amigo
(Tequila)

The three of them landed at the window of Vegeta and Bulma\'s bedroom in the Capsule Corp main compound. Bulma had decided not to attract any attention to them by entering as quietly as they could, which ended up being enough to raise the neighborhood. The bedroom seemed to be the best source of privacy.

Gokou dove through the window and never missed a beat; he flew to the bed, tossing his cls ass aside as he did so. An excited glint appeared in his drunkenly glazed eyes, and he began to peel Bulma\'s clothes off of her.

Vegeta flew in behind Gokou and flew onto the bed beside them, trying desperately to pull Gokou\'s hands away from his mate. \"I forbid it, Kakarott!\" Vegeta shouted.

Bulma giggled. \"Oh, Vegeta, relax,\" she said. She pulled the saiya-jin prince down next to her an nuzzled his neck. \"Why don\'t you join us instead of fighting with us?\"

Vegeta struggled with a mixture of drunkeness and turbulent emotions. He wandespdesperately to defeat Karkarott and get his mate away from him, but he was already feeling heavy from the alcohol, and Bulma\'s nuzzling on his neck felt great. He leaned into her neck, nibbling away at the same time.

The short, wiry saiya-jin paid no heed to the taller saiya-jin next to him, who had finished undressing Bulma. Gokou knelt down and began to lightly kiss her breasts, teasing them with his tongue, watching with excitement as they peaked instinctively to the touch.

Gokou began to slide down her body, touching and teasing with light strokes of his fingers, eventually reaching the delicate tissues of her pussy. He began to tease experimentally with his fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from Bulma.

Vegeta glanced down from where he was kissing Bulma\'s neck. \"That\'s mine, Kakarott,\" he growled.

Gokou looked back up at him and blinked. \"Then trade places,\" he said after a moment\'s thought.

Vegeta didn\'t need to be told twice. He quickly discarded his clothes and slid down next to Gokou. The taller saiya-jin moved up and lightly nibbled on Bulma\'s neck, elicting more pleasured moans from her.

Vegeta wasn\'t about to be shown up. He wedged himself between Bulma and Gokou\'s bodies and slid his hardening member up to brush against Bulma\'s entrance. Bulma bucked slightly in excitement, rocking all three of them on the bed. Vegeta quickly drove forward, plunging into Bulma\'s hot, moist depths.

Bulma cried out in pleasure and surprise and arched up against Vegeta\'s hips. Vegeta groaned as he felt himself sliding even deeper inside Bulma with the motion. He grabbed a hold of her hips and held her steady as he made a rythm for them, thrusting steadily against her without ever completely pulling out.

Gokou was becoming aroused by the sounds Bulma was making so close to his ear. He felt his erection growing, but he knew that Vegeta wasn\'t about to give up his position to Gokou. Gokou glanced back at the saiya-jin prince, and noticed that his well-muscled back was now glistening with sweat. \"I wonder...\" he thought. He shifted his weight, settling himself across Vegeta\'s lower back, carefully straddling the prince so as not to crush him and his mate beneath him. He moistened his fingers with Vegeta\'s sweat and ran them down along the saiya-jin\'s spine, tracing a path to the cleft in his beautifully-shaped rear.

Vegeta started at the sensation and glance behind him, his eyelids still heavy with lust and drunkeness. \"Kakarott...what are you doing?\" he asked.

\"Easy, Vegeta,\" Gokou soothed. \"If you get her, then I get you.\" He positioned himself carefully over Vegeta\'s tight entrance, carefully spreading the flesh around it to let it hug the head of his member.

Vegeta gasped at the sensation and rocked backward a little, his body wanting him to invite the attack. Gokou took the invitation without hesitation and thrust himself downward, roughly penetrating his prince\'s body. Vegeta screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure. \"KA...KA...ROTT!!\"

Gokou rolled his hips a little to reseat his weight, eliciting another cry from the smaller saiya-jin as he did so. He leaned down and whispered in Vegeta\'s ear. \"Hush, Vegeta, don\'t concentrate on me, concentrate on Bulma.\" Gokou reached around with his long, strong arms and pulled Bulma\'s hips up closer to Vegeta\'s once again.

Bulma mewed her pleasure, and Vegeta turned his attention back to her. He started to move down on her again, and Gokou moved with him.

Suddenly, the pain subsided and Vegeta felt a wash of pleasure such as he\'d never imagined come over him. He felt his own erection growing harder inside of Bulma, and he thrust down again, partially pulling away from Gokou as he did so.

Gokou wasn\'t about to lose his own pleasure, however, and he plunged down on Ve, ca, causing the bedsprings to creak under their combined weight. He heard the two beautiful people under him cry out in ecstasy and thrust again, continuing the pleasure for all three of them. He continued to thrust against Vegeta, moaning as his own lust was sated.

Suddenly Vegeta tossed his weight, rolling Gokou onto his back and lifting Bulma up on top of himself. Gokou marvelled at the prince\'s strength. \"Wow, he\'s really something to roll all three of us!\" houghought. He groaned with pleasure as their combined weight pressed down against him, burying his member deep inside Vegeta\'s tight warmth.

Bulma lifted herself and thrust down against Vegeta again and again, increasing their pace to the point where the world became a blank canvass of colors and sounds. The cacophony of voices groaning with the movement, the blurred vision of nude flesh moving quickly up and down, the beautiful feeling of pressure sating their desire brought the three of them near the breaking point.

Gokou suddenly screamed and climaxed, spraying his seed deep inside his prince. He fell back limp against the bed as Vegeta and Bulma rocked crazily on top of him, completing their own union with loud cries. Bulma tumbled onto the bed, some of Vegeta\'s seed and her own sweetness spilling out onto her thighs and the bed in a small, slick puddle. Vegeta, likewise, rolled off of Gokou and wedged himself between the two of them, yawning silently.

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start any fights?

Vegeta woke to the sound of quiet pants and groans. He looked to his right to see Bulma on her back, her legs lifted up and braced against Gokou\'s shoulders. Gokou was thrusting energetically against her, causing the pants and groans that had greeted Vegeta.

Vegeta\'s brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth to reprimand them both and demand that Gokou stop. However, as he watched, he felt himself getting turned on again, and another idea came into his mind. He closed his mouth again and smiled. \"Payback ti" he" he thought.

Without so much as a sound, Vegeta moved around behind Gokou. He quickly positioned himself and grasped the taller saiya-jin\'s hips with his hands.

Gokou looked startled and snapped his head around to look at Vegeta. \"Vegeta...?\" he asked.

\"I know I told you no earlier,\" Vegeta said, \"but you might as well finish with her. I\'ll just take my pleasure from you.\" The prince grinned evilly at the lower-class saiya-jin, then quickly thrust his hips foreward, forcefully pushing inside of Gokou\'s body.

\"AAHHHHHH!\" Gokou screamed. \"VEGETA!\"

\"Yes, Kakarott?\"

\"MORE!\"

Vegeta grinned and drew back, then thrust against Gokou again, harder. He smiled at the gasps it drew from the larger saiya-jin. Vegeta rocked them both forward, forcing Gokou de int into Bulma as well.

Bulma cried out and bucked upward against Gokou, quickening the pace on her end as well. She continued to rock her hips up and down in a frenzied pace, her body urging her to bring herself to climax. Above her, the two saiya-jin continued to pound downward with a steady rhythm. Suddenly she came, her thighs spasming with excitement, and she fell back panting onto the pillows.

Vegeta suddenly pulled back, pulling Gokou with him, away from Bulma. Without explanation he withdrew and dove onto Bulma. Almost before Gokou could blink, the saiya-jin prince was seated well within her, easing his throbbing erection with her soft heat.

Gokou\'s brow furrowed. \"Vegeta! I wanted to finish with her!\"

Vegeta leaned his head back, his eyes closed, fully enjoying being inside Bulma again. \"So finish with her,\" he said.

Gokou frowned, perplexed at Vegeta\'s statement. If Vegeta was already inside of Bulma, riding her for all he was worth, then how could...Gokou\'s eyes widened at the realization. He quickly slid down next to Bulma and lifted her up onto his chest, breathing in her musky scent as her hair spilled across his neck and chest. He manuvered himself into position, noting that Vegeta never broke his pace.

As he rubbed against her soft, smooth backside, starting to prepare her, he glanced downward. \"Kami-sama,\" he whispered. \"She\'s even smaller than Vegeta.\" He d't h't have much to prepare her with either; her skin was relatively dry, having had the sheets to absorb any sweat or moisture. He positioned the head of his erection against the tight opening.

\"Vegeta, push for all you\'re worth!\" he cried. Vegeta realized Gokou\'s intent and drew back, then slammed down tight against Bulma striking nerves all throughout her entrance. At the same time Gokou thrust upward, pushing his member deep inside her tight heat.

Bulma cried out, not sure if she was feeling ecstasy or agony. The two saiya-jin pulled back simultaneously only to thrust hard against her again. They couldn\'t have moved more smoothly together if they had rehearsed it. Bulma screamed out. \"Oh Kami-sama yes!!\"

The two saiya-jin continued their assault, driving harder and faster against her, their pace becoming nearly frenzied. Bulma was feeling a sensory overload as her whole body was being wracked with the pleasure gleaned from the two powerful men having sex with her. She\'d never dreamed when she\'d left that night that she\'d ever feel such ecstasy in her life.

Almost as suddenly as it started, it was over. Vegeta and Gokou both came explosively, their seed filling her body and spilling out onto her and them. The three of them collapsed onto the bed once again, and this time fell into a deep slumber where they lay, nude and sprawled across the plush double bed.

*

Vegeta shook the cold water out of his hair and stepped out of the shower. \"Man, what a night that was,\" he said. \"I still don\'t know how I got into Kakarott\'s shirt...I suppose I should ask him, or I may never remember.\"

He dried himself with a towel, picked up the discarded shirt and stepped into the bedroom.

Gokou was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, a crimson blush spread vibrantly across his face. \"Chi-Chi\'s going to murder me when she finds out about this,\" he murmured. \"I don\'t think I\'m ever going to do that again.\"

\"You should have let me beat you to the last glass of tequila, Kakarott,\" Vegeta quipped. \"Then I\'d have been the drunker of the two.\"

Gokou grinned weakly. \"At least Bulma was right here, so she knew what was going on. Chi-Chi might even hunt me down after she kills me to kill me again.\"

\"We\'ll think of something to tell her,\" Bulma said. \"Don\'t worry about it. I don\'t think there\'s anything that\'s going to give us away, as long as we don\'t tell anyone.\"

Gokou smiled. \"That\'s a relief. You\'re a great friend, Bulma.\"

\"There is just one thing, Kakarott,\" Vegeta said. \"How the hell did I end up with your shirt on?!\"

Gokou stared at him. \"You know,\" he said, \"I really can\'t remember!\"

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine