"I just wish he'd stay home more."

Chi-Chi took a drink of the **** in front of her, the liquid burning in her throat as the other two middle-aged mothers looked at her attentively. She lightly pressed it down on the table, her face already feeling sort of flushed.

"He's always training, always looking for his next fight with an alien or a God or a demon or a robot. I just wish he'd realize that I'M there too, you know? I'm at home, looking after our sons, cooking and cleaning and getting ready for the next harvest. But when he is home, all he does is complain that he's getting rusty!"

She took another hard swig of the small shot glass of brown liquid, draining it completely as her chees burned a bit brighter.

"Like, why can't he remember that he has a wife? Why is he so obsessed with fighting?"

The blue-haired woman with the grey dress exposing her cleavage laughed at the comment.

"Because we married Saiyans, Chi-Chi. Vegeta is the same way. He spends all the day in that gravity chamber, training his ass off, and then he only leaves when he wants to stuff his face!"

Bulma took a sip of her glass of red wine. "That's what we get for marrying a warrior race, I guess."

An older blonde woman smirked at her comment, taking a sip of her wine glass. "Thank God I married a normal man."

"But you know what?"

Chi-Chi stood on the booth the three wives were sitting at, and held her empty shot glass up high.

"Screw those guys! Who needs Saiyans anyways? Hell, who needs men? We don't need them to have fun!"

Chi-Chi starts awkwarly dancing on her booth seat in front of the rest of the fancy restaurant they were at. The other guests looked at her with a combination of annoyance and amusement.

"Woooooh!" she yelled as she raised out her arm. "Momma needs another drink, please!"

Bulma laughed at her friend's drunken display, while 18 just sighed and sipped on her wine.

"Great, she's a fun drunk" she thought as she glanced at the other diners looking at them. She did eye a man in a black suit and tie eyeing her and the other girls, the man seemingly handsome and young looking, probably in his 20s. He didn't blink, he just kept staring at the ladies, creeping 18 out a bit.

Chi-Chi stumbled back into her seat as Bulma's own flushed face was sporting an ear-to-ear grin.

"Wow, I forgot how fun you are when you're drinking!" she said, taking another drink. "We should reallty do this more often."

Chi-Chi giggled. "How about forever? Every single week, no, every night, we can have a girls night!"

Bulma laughed at her friend's suggestion. "Yeah, sure! Why not? Let's do that!"

18 only rolled her eyes. She enjoyed spending time with the other girls in their little odd fighter-friend group, but doing this every night seemed like sort of a nightmare.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that handsome creep eyeing her again.

"What about you 18?"

The blonde turned back to her friends. "Huh?"

Bulma leaned in a little closer. "What do you mean 'huh'? Tell us about Krillin! How is he, you know… under the sheets?"

A blush deepened on the android's face. "Well… you know… he's a very… attentive lover. He always makes sure I'm enjoying myself."

An 'oooo' sound came out of Chi-Chi's mouth. "So you take the lead?"

She chocked a bit. "Uhhhh…"

"C'mon tell us! If you tell us, we'll tell you about how it is for us in bed!" Bulma said.

18 shrugged. "We take turns. We think it's better that way."

The other two women let out an audible 'awww'.

"Personally? I like being the dominant one." Bulma said smugly. "I love Vegeta, but I sort of feel like I domesticated him a bit too much. Like, he loves when I take the lead, which is most of the time. I guess deep down under all that macho Saiyan crap is a guy begging for someone else to take charge."

The girls laughed at the comment as Chi-Chi takes another sip of the new shot glass their waiter had gotten for them.

"I sort of like it when Goku takes the lead. He's just so strong, and ferocious… he makes me feel so safe, like a caveman. He's an animal in bed! But sometimes, I just wanna tie him down and…"

Chi-Chi's voice was getting a bit too loud, and Bulma motioned for her to keep it down.

"Oh, sorry", she said drunkingly, "forgot we were in a restaurant for a second."

Bulma chuckled. "I know what you mean about the tying down thing. It's nice to take control, you know? Let us wear the pants. Remember what we did a few years ago for International Women's Day?"

They all laughed at the memory.

Chi-Chi slightly slumped over the table. "Can't believe they even agreed to that! Most guys would never even consider doing what they did."

"Yeah. That's how we know they love us." 18 chimed in.

She occasionally side-eyed the strange man across from them eyeing them the whole time. He was still staring at them.

"Yeah, I know", Chi-Chi responded, "but that doesn't mean they can't show us MORE love, you know? Everyone in my family is getting older now. Gohan has a family with Videl, Pan's getting older, Goten is out with his friends all the time…"

"Yeah, sucks Videl couldn't hang out with us tonight", Bulma interupted. "What was she doing again?"

"Spending time with Gohan and Pan. Something about a movie? We can invite her next time."

18 cringed at the words "next time". Bulma looked up triumphantly.

"Well, look. We're all here now, and we're all having fun, right? And the night is still young!"

She grabbed the attention of another server.

"Waiter, keep those drinks coming! Make sure they're the most expensive stuff you've got!"

Bulma and Chi-Chi just laughed as 18 couldn't keep her eyes off the man staring at them.

Then, he got up from his seat and started walking towards their table.

18's eyes widended, and she tensed up in her seat as her other friends talked to one another before finally noticing the man standing at their table.

"Evening, ladies. Couldn't help but notice how great of a time you're having."

18 groaned. "We're married. Get lost, creep."

Bulma nervously chuckled at her friend's statement. "She-She didn't mean that, I'm sorry about her. But she is right, we're all happily taken."

The man grinned. "Oh, I could tell by the rings on your fingers. Plus, you're the Bulma Briefs, right? Capsule Corp CEO?"

"I am!" she answered. "You a fan of Capsule Corp?"

"I don't think there's a person on this planet who isn't. What are you three beautiful ladies doing here without your husbands? If you don't mind me asking."

Chi-Chi eyed the man with a bit of suspicion, though she couldn't deny he was hot. "Just a girls night out, is all."

"Ah", he responded plainly. "Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Mr. Bet, owner of the Central City Speed Racers. Have you heard of us?"

"Oh, you make those race-car thingys in the desert!" Chi-Chi yelled. Bulma shushed her again as Mr. Bet laughed.

"Yeah, those are mine. Say, my shop is actually closed down right now, but would you ladies like to go for a late-night speed ride?"

Chi-Chi and Bulma slammed their hands down with a resounding "Yes!" before even thinking about the offer. 18 looked at her female friends with an annoyed expression.

"Could we have a minute to talk to one another in private?" 18 asked Mr. Bet. He nodded.

"Of course. Take your time. I'll be over in my booth if you're interested."

As he walked back over to his table, 18 huddled with Bulma and Chi-Chi.

"You know we just met this guy, right?" the former android asked. "We don't know anything about him. He could be some freak trying to get us alone and out of public."

"Well, I know about him", Bulma stated. "He's hot and he owns a racing car company. Why would we not take him up on his offer? Live a little, 18!"

Chi-Chi agreed. "Yeah, he seems nice. Plus, we already told him we're married, and if he DOES try something, we've got you to put a hole in his chest!"

18 winced. "I don't know…"

"C'mon, lady! Let's have some REAL fun!" Bulma said. "I can never take the Capsule Corp stuff out for joyride's anymore ever since Trunks was born."

"Yeah, and I'm cooped up indoors all the time. It'd be great to have some wind in my hair for a change!" Chi-Chi exclaimed.

They both gave slight puppy-dog eyes to 18, still unsure.

She cleared her throat. "We should probably tell the guys we're staying out late, then."

The other two groaned as Bulma rolled her eyes. "We're not kids, 18. We'll be fine! They don't need to know."

"Goku wouldn't even care." Chi-Chi said almost in a dead-pan tone. "Let's do it!"

18 sighed. "Alright, fine. But this still makes me nervous. The first sign of trouble, we're out of there."

"Of course!" Bulma said. "We're gonna be fine."

"I'M THE QUEEN OF THE WOOOOOORRRRLLLD!"

Chi-Chi yelled out of the roof of the white limo the three women were all situated in. She poured some of the champaigne she had in her hand onto the top of the long expensive vehicle, and dropped one of the glasses as it rolled into the Central City streets.

"Whoops!" she exclaimed drunkenly. She laughed and pulled herself back into the main room of the car, with Bulma laughing hysterically as 18 nervously chuckled.

"You're insane!" Bulma shouted. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough!" Chi-Chi answered as she took a swig from another bottle of **** already stashed in the limo's small minibar. "All I need is a stud to jump one and this will be the best night ever!"

All three women laughed, even 18, who's reservations about what was happening still lingering in her mind. Bulma picked up on this, even in her drunken state.

"Hey", she said while putting a hand on her shoulder. "We're gonna be fine. There's nothing to worry about."

18 looked at her friend with a worried expression. "What if he takes us somewhere and tries to-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. You can literally just fly out of here and blast anyone who tries to mess with us into next week. Plus, Goku and the others would smash anyone who even thought about doing some bad stuff."

The android breathed in, then out. "You think he put something in these bottles?"

Bulma laughed. "Sheesh, you're paranoid. If he wanted to do something to us, why did he offer to ride in a seperate car?"

18 didn't have an answer. "I suppose that makes sense."

The two felt a gust of wind hit them in the face as they turned to the source. Chi-Chi had opened another window, and was yelling at the citizens walking through the city.

"YO, ANY BEEFCAKES OUT THERE WHO WANNA CLEAN MY PIPES?!?!?"

18 quickly pulled her friend back into the car. "Okay, you've definitely had too much to drink."

Chi-Chi threw herself into a laughing fit. "Nuh uh! I'm just REALLY fucking horny!"

18 backed her head away. "That's great information, but can you-"

The black-haired martial artist tried to make a quick peck onto 18's face, making her move her head again uncomfortably.

"What did I say about doing that?" 18 said, her face bright red. Chi-Chi laughed again.

"Oh please, you liked it the last time we did some naughty stuff with one another!"

18 looked pissed. "Alright, that was one time, and we were drunk then too, and I didn't even-"

The awkward argument was stopped when the sound of glass shattering hit the floor of the car. Bulma's eyes looked droopy.

"Uhhhhh…. guhhh…."

18's own eyes widended, and the quickly fell into the same tired-looking expression as Bulma.

"Wha… what's going…"

Chi-Chi started doing it as well, all three women feeling faint and light-headed. 18 started seeing stars.

"No... no!"

Bulma dropped down first, her body slumping onto the cushions of the limo. Then, Chi-Chi fell **** in 18's arms.

"Gotta… gotta fight…"

As much willpower as she showed, 18 was no match for whatever was in her body making her about to pass out. Her eyes shut and she fell backwards.

"-and she's got great tits. Plus, she's a big time celebrity scientist. Your people will love them. Yeah, that should be about 424 cunts in total."

18's eyes struggled to open up, as she felt her body shiver from the chilliness of the air. She slowly raised her head from the resting position it was in, trying to wake herself up as she grazed the metal bars in front of her face. She saw the shape of a man she thought looked familiar, his black suit camoflaughing itself amongst the shadows in the back of the room she was in. He was talking to someone on his phone from an old wooden desk.

"Yeah, tell your Captain we'll send them more whips and collars. I'll make sure the site can stream whatever it is you plan on doing to these dumb bitches."

That was the last thing 18 heard before she succumed to the darkness around her again.