Bulma hit the brakes, pulling over in front of the hangout spot. Across the street, the others were sitting on the hoods of their cars, or making out; basically just hanging.

Bulma looked at Goku in the passenger’s seat. "You ready?" she asked him.

"I guess so," he replied, undoing the seat belt. They both jumped out of the open topped convertible and walked across the street.

"So, Kami grill you about leaving the car on MLK?" Goku asked.

"Don’t remind me. Hey, but at least I got a new convertible in the process. Now be quiet and focus on getting some info tonight."

Goku nodded when they reached the other side and met up with the others.

"What’s happenin’ guys? We were wondering when you guys would get here!" Chichi said, by way of greeting. Juu looked up from her makeout session with Krillin. "Oh, hey B. What took you guys so long?" She walked over to Bulma, giving her daps.

"Got lost on the way here."

"Wish you would get lost now," Rayven said, under her breath. She took Vegeta’s arm. "So, let’s jump this joint," she said, referring to the place called the Silver Dragon.

Vegeta blatantly shook himself of her hold and led the way in. The crew followed behind him.

The inside was packed with people either on the dance floor, playing pool, at the bar, or sitting at the tables waiting for food. They maneuvered their way through the crowd, trying to find a few open tables. There was 15 of them, and only 5 to a seat. They found three empty round tables.

Bulma turned to find a seat among the others. "Come sit with us babe," she heard a voice, Yamcha say. She smiled greatfully and sat in the chair that he held out for her in between him and Jay. There were a few beers on the table for those who were too lazy to order.

Her smile dropped once she saw who sat across from her. ‘Let the fun begin,’ she thought sarcastically eyeing Rayven, and then Vegeta.

Yamcha faced her. "You ever been here before?" he asked her conversationally.

"No," she replied. "Never been to this part of town before."

Jay laughed. "Well this is one of the hottest hot spots in East L.A. You’re not cool like me if you’re not here. I get all the ladies here too. It’s like I’m a babe magnet."

"Hey!" yelled Juu from the table next to them. "What lies is my brother over there telling you?"

Jay smiled innocently. "Oh, nothing sister dearest. Just corrupting the mind of a vulnerable woman."

"Yeah, right. I bet you’re telling her all about your ‘honeys’." She rolled her eyes and looked at Bulma. "Less than 10 percent of what my brother tells you is true."

Bulma nodded. "I could already tell."

At Juu’s table, Nappa was having a fit. "Dammit! I’m hungry! When’s the food coming?!"

Jared refrained from slapping him upside his head. "We haven’t ordered yet, dumb ass."

"Shut up Tinkerbell! If you don’t have food for me, don’t talk to me!"

Krillin rubbed his noggin. "I’m actually kind of hungry." Picollo shook his head. "I’ll pass. Don’t get hungry much."

Goku, at the table to the left of them, looked confused. "Don’t get hungry much? Now, I knew you were weird, but geez!"

Chichi laughed softly, looking at Tien, Chiatzu, and Launch. "Guess we should order."

Vegeta cupped his hand over his mouth, making a megaphone. "Yajirobe! Get your ass over here!" A chubby man working the bar, looked up. Vegeta waved him over.

The man walked over on his pudgy little legs smiling brightly. "Dude! I saw your race last night, Vegeta! Those were some mad moves man!!"

Vegeta took a swig of one of the pre-ordered beers and raised his eyebrows in and "is that right," kind of gesture.

"Yeah, man! It was sweet! Can’t wait for the next one!"

He turned the page on the pad after he got their orders and proceeded to get the rest of the crew at the other two tables.

"Wow, Vegeta, you sure do have a lot of admirers," Bulma said, raising her eyebrows.

He took another swig of his beer. "Yeah, well it comes with the job. It’s hard to be as good as me."

"Don’t flatter yourself."

He smirked at her, bringing the bottle to his lips.

Bulma felt fingers on her neck, slowly caressing her. She looked at Yamcha who was smiling. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

"So cutie, wanna dance?"

Bulma smiled. ‘He looks sucker enough to answer my questions. Might as well go for it,’ she thought. "Sure," she answered, taking his hand.

Vegeta’s eyebrows wrinkled when he saw the two get up and walk to the dance floor.

Moments later, "Still fly" by the Big Tymers came on. Juu got up from her seat, pulling Krillin along with her. "Come on Krillin! We gotta dance to this!" They hurried to the dance floor, Tien and Launch right behind them.

Goku looked at Chichi, raising his eyebrows. She smiled at him reluctantly. She was still mad at him. But tonight was for fun, not for grudges. She gave him his hand and he led her to the dance floor.

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Vegeta angrily watched Bulma and Yamcha dance. They weren’t even close. And what the fuck business was it of his if they were?

He felt an unwanted hand on his arm.

"Let’s dance, Vegeta," Rayven said, tugging on him.

Vegeta was on the verge of saying something like, "take your filthy hands off me," but he saw Yamcha grab her by the waist.

Vegeta stood up abruptly, yanking her from her seat. "Come on."

When they got on the floor, a few feet from Yamcha and Bulma, "Trade it all" by Fabolous started up, gaining cheers and hoots from the crowd.

Vegeta pulled Rayven to him, eyeing Bulma who was watching him over Yamcha’s shoulder. He watched her eyes flare before throwing her arms around Yamcha’s neck.

Bulma moved her body closer to Yamcha, never breaking eye contact with Vegeta only a few feet away. He slid his arms up Rayven’s back, contributing to Bulma’s fury.

Vegeta brought his lips to Rayven’s neck, still keeping his eyes on the woman who he’d rather be doing this to. Bulma guided Yamcha’s hands down to her waist, bringing herself closer to him still.

Vegeta growled, angry that she would allow that bastard to put his dirty hands on her. Rayven misunderstood, thinking Vegeta was hot off her. She leaned in close, whispering seductively in his ear, "So, Vegeta. Want to go somewhere?" Vegeta brushed her voice off. He was entranced by the blue haired woman.

The song slowly faded out, shaking Vegeta out of his trance and breaking his eye contact with Bulma. He pulled back from Rayven and looked at her. She was smiling at him and he knew what she wanted.

The night before, at the party, he’d been fiercely craving the blue haired shrew. He’d wanted her in the baddest way. But since that wasn’t going to happen, he’d settled for Rayven, hoping that she would relieve his sexual frustrations.

All she did was leave him wanting Bulma even more.

In the background, he heard someone yelling about playing pool. He pushed Rayven aside and left, walking towards one of the pool tables.

It was going to be a long fucking night.

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Bulma stepped away hastily from Yamcha when the song ended. What the hell was she doing, using this guy to get to Vegeta? There were plenty of other guys there that would screw her in the snap of a finger!

She looked at Yamcha and smiled politely. "Thanks for the dance, Yamcha."

"Anytime babe. Anytime. Listen, my car’s right out front. We could… you know. Go back to my place and…" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Bulma searched her mind for something to say. ‘How ‘bout, no motherfucker, I’ve got better things to do’?’ she thought. ‘No, that won’t work. Something more friendly.’ She heard Launch yell something about playing pool. That’s it! Pool!

"Uh, no, I think I’m gonna go do the whole 8 ball scene. You know, brush up on my skills." She turned, heading to one of the tables and meeting up with Goku and Chichi. The rest of them were playing at other various tables.

"Hey Goku, Chichi. You guys break yet?"

"No, still enough room for two more people," Chichi replied.

"Alright, I’m in," Bulma said, grabbing a pool stick.

"Count me in too," she heard a gruff voice say. She wasn’t surprised to see Vegeta grabbing a stick also.

"Ok, great!" Goku said. "Who breaks?"

"I will, Kakarott," Vegeta said, putting extra emphasis on his name. "I’ve got lows, one through five," he said, breaking.

Bulma nodded, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about. She’d never played the damn game in her life. But she could just watch and learn. How hard could it be?

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20 minutes later, Vegeta was winning and Bulma still hadn’t sunk one. She knew she was humiliating herself in front of them, but what the hell? She was going to get it right even if it killed her!

"Dammit woman! Would you go already!? I’ve got better things to do than watch you stare at a fucking ball all night!"

"Would you shut up Vegeta!? You’re making me lose my focus."

"Oh, so that’s your focus? Looks a hell of a lot like gawking at a ball. And look at you. You’re not even holding it right!" he said, referring to the stick.

"Go fuck yourself, Vegeta," she said, her concentration still on the table.

Goku and Chichi looked at each other. "So, Goku. That thing you’re supposed to do? I think it’s time you go do that. Maybe I should go with you."

Goku looked puzzled. "That thing? What thing Chichi? I don’t remember—"

Chichi glared at him and jerked her head towards Bulma and Vegeta.

"Oh! That thing! Okay!" Goku said, finally realizing that Chichi wanted to leave Bulma and Vegeta to fight alone.

"Let’s go," Chichi said, dragging Goku away.

"Why don’t you just ask for help woman?" Vegeta asked when they were gone. "You’re not going to learn by yourself." He could already tell that she was in one of those "Independent woman" moods that women go through.

"No, Vegeta! I can do it! Just give me--"

She felt his body come up behind hers. She tensed up.

"Relax," he said quietly. "You can’t hit when you’re all tight like this." He slid his hands slowly down her arms, guiding them to the correct position to hit.

Bulma shuddered at the contact. If this was his way of teaching her how to play, she was never going to learn anything.

He moved her hair to the other side of her shoulder so he could lean in over her other one.

"Hurry up Vegeta," she said, trying to sound mad but her voice wavering slightly.

"Don’t rush me woman. I like to take things slow."

Bulma rolled her eyes inwardly. ‘Yeah, and that’s why you’re the fastest driver around.’

"Spread your legs out a little more"

She turned around and gave him a ‘hell no’ look.

He sighed. "Chill, woman. It gives you more balance. Just do it."

She sighed and did as told.

"Now what?"

"Bend over a little more. Keeps you at eye level with the ball."

Bulma did as he said, leaning over the table. God, did he have to be so damn close to her? How could she concentrate when her body was suddenly reacting to his? She could feel the unwanted dampness building between her legs.

He placed his left arm on her hip and leaned over her back, bringing his body in contact with hers.

"Now just aim, and keep your eyes on your target," he whispered into her ear.

Bulma tried her best to listen. Really, she did. But she couldn’t help noticing the way he was toying with the top of her skirt. He knew what he was doing to her. He knew he was making her wet.

She felt that unwelcome feeling of moistness intensify as he slipped his thumb into the waistband of her leather skirt.

"Move it through your fingers like this," he said, running the pool stick back and forth between her thumb and index finger repeatedly.

Bulma began to pant as he moved in closer, pressing his hardness into her back. She would give anything for him to take her right then and there.

"Now, be careful and make sure you hit the middle," he said. Bulma’s thought process refused to cooperate as he moved passed her skirt and fingered her panties.

She knew he wanted her to come. And that was the only thing keeping her from doing it.

She dropped the stick and turned around, pushing him back. He smirked at her.

"What? Can’t handle a simple game of pool?" he asked cruelly.

"You’re an asshole Vegeta, you know that?"

"I didn’t hear you complaining.

She turned, heading for the door and passed by Juu and Launch at the bar.

"Where you goin’ B?"

"For a walk," she answered, before stepping into the night air.

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Aw, fuck!’ Vegeta thought, when he saw her walk out the door. He sighed and went after her, knowing she was probably going to get herself in trouble.

When he got outside, he spotted her a few yards away, going to only God knows where. He caught up to her.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going, woman?"

"Geez, can’t anyone get some fresh air without being bothered!?"

"Don’t tell me you’ve turned into an angel now, woman. We both know what kind of girl you are."

She turned abruptly to face him, stopping him in his tracks. She was angry, her face glinting in the bright streetlight.

"You don’t know shit about me Vegeta! So don’t act like you do!"

He grabbed her waist with both hands, and pinned her body with his to the nearest building.

"That’s what you think," he said, leaning in to brush his mouth against hers. Bulma wet her lips, wanting anything he had to give.

Three shots rang out, startling the two.

"What the hell was that?!" Bulma asked frantically.

The sound of maniacal laughter followed by the sound of motorcycles filled the air, bringing Vegeta out of his glazed state. ‘Oh, shit!’

He looked down the street, trying to remember where he parked. He grabbed Bulma’s hand, leading her to his car.

"What’s happening, Vegeta!?"

He didn’t answer, only telling her to get in once they reached his ride. When they were both strapped in, Bulma looked at Vegeta with questioning eyes.

"Ginyus," he said, before taking off.

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