Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bet On Love ❯ Chapter 1
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: I Hate For Love 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.07.2007 | Updated On: 03.08.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 529 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.07.2007 | Updated On: 03.08.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 529 | Status: Work In Progress
A night of entertainment between friends turns into a heated battle. Three bachelors make a wager. Who can get into bed with a certain woman the quickest with prove that they accomplished it? Vegeta undoubtly takes the challenge along with 17 and Yamcha. And what happens when the selected female is none other then Bulma Briefs?
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Prologue-Meet the Bachelors
Number 1#:
It was mid morning and the sun was rising over the water, sending blankets of sparkling colors cascading off the crystal liquid in a display of beauty that only nature could make. The audience of the display held a single wineglass, gently rotating the glass to stir the contents inside. He let a small smirk play across his features and leaned back in his chair, mentally congratulating himself for buying a cottage over looking the bright sea.
As a child he had always loved water. And as he matured he began to actually become addicted it. Then he learned to surf. Surfing was one of his greastest pastimes now. As a teen, he was excited by the sheer thrill of riding on those waves and landing those moves.
Untill he broke his leg. Then he realized that surfing wasn't an all time Career.
Which led him to this.
A Lawyer.
Yes, many people sighed or groaned at that word. Lawyer. But he himself, did not.
Yeah, so Lawyers were pains and they did some dirty things in their lifetimes.
But god damn it, they saved lifes also and he was a fucking good Lawyer, no doubt. He had saved countless of innocent lives from going to rot in the county jail or juvenile hall.
So the next time someone groaned at his job he told them this: Kick my ass, I contribute to this community just as you do. And to him, it was absolutely true.
He ran a hand through his long tresses of black hair and smiled again, titling the glass towards his lips. He had never thought about cutting his long locks and till this day they had grew and grew.
His hair reached his waist now.
At one time in history, he had had his hair short. Yes, not even shoulder length. Now that he looked back on it, his hair did not look right short. Or not in his opinion. He finished up the wine and sat the glass on the table before him.
The sun was up and blazing through the air now. Another hot day.
The bachelor ran his hand through his hair again and checked his wristwatch. He was late? But he couldnt be, there had to be time left. He stood up abrutly and started organizing the papers on his table, angry at himself for wasting so much time sitting out here sight seeing. Not one of his better ideas. As he bolted into his home one of his papers flew out of his hair and went sailing into the sky when the wind suddenly picked up.
He frowned. Lucky him. He'd have to worry about that later, he told himself before closing the screen door and disappearing into his house.What he was scared of now was getting chewed out by his boss, Piccolo. The man wasn't pretty when he was angry.
The paper flew through the sky and eventually landed on the ocean water that wasn't too far away from its oringinal destination. At the top, on it, read, in bold letters, the name of the owner:
17
Meet our first bachelor.
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Number Duo(2)
He slammed his alarm clock off when the ringing got to him. He raised his head slightly to only realize that he wasn't in his own room. That hadn't been his alarm. This wasn't his bed. The dazed man climbed out of bed and got to his feet. The first thing he noticed was that he was naked and clothes with scattered all over the carpet covered floor.
He smirked.
Only meant on thing. He had gotten drunk, hooked up with some chick and ended up here.
He had a slight problem though.
Where was here?
He turned his head and noticed a figure curled up in the sheets. That would be 'chick'. He carefully dressed so as not to wake her, found all his posessions, consisting of wallets, money, keys, etc and dipped out of the apartment room, leaving only his underwear as a gift. It wasn't his fault.
He had thought he had gotten everything untill he was in the taxi.
He had no underwear on.
The man sighed and fidgeted alittle, thinking that next time he'd bring a spare with him. How do you forget your own god damn underwear? He yelled mentally at himself. He paid the driver and slipped out of the car. Satnding now infront of HIS apartment, he entered with his key. It was still early he supposed, which was why it was so quiet in the building.
Better for him, he thought. He didn't need anyone asking questions about him coming in so late.
The first thing he did upon entering was sliding on some fucking underwear. Then after that, he made himself a pot of coffee to start him off.
Today was going to be hectic he already knew.
1.It was blazing hot today!
2.He was late for work and actually didnt feel like going anyway.
3.He had a fucking hangover.
4.Krillin probably wasn't going to answer his phone calls. Not after the argument they got into last week.
5.He knew was going to puke in the next ten minutes.
And true to his word, he bolted out of the small living room and staggered into the bathroom, vomiting all the contents he had consumed yesterday.
Hanging up above his head was a medal he had won in highschool. It read, in bold letters:
Yamcha
Meet Bachelor number Two
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Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
He increased the pressure on the pedal and ran a red light. The day was already turning out terrible! He was only consciously aware of his partner, sitting beside him with a look of absolute fear on his face.
Wimp.
He ran another red light and tried his best to flick off a car that almost hit him without losing control of the wheel. After all, he couldn't possibly get pulled over by a cop.
Mainly beacause, he was a cop.
He smirked to himself at the irony.
So, yeah, he was abusing his power of being an officer because he was running late. It wasn't a crime.
It actaully was. But he'd ignore that if you did.
He hit another tight curve and almost flew off the side of the bridge. Wow, he'd have to remember NOT to do that anymore. He saw the station come into view ahead of him. He fanned himself a bit at the heat and slowed down. He immediatley saw his partner relax and let out a sigh.
Wimp.
He came to a halt in a handicapped parking space. His partner looked at him as if to say, 'You aren't handicapped!'
"Shut up Kakarot and get out of the car. If it makes you feel better, I'd be happy to break a limb of yours."
"No thanks, Vegeta." Kakarot replied, also known as Goku by friends.
And there you have it.
Vegeta
Meet our third Bachelor.
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Prologue-Meet the Bachelors
Number 1#:
It was mid morning and the sun was rising over the water, sending blankets of sparkling colors cascading off the crystal liquid in a display of beauty that only nature could make. The audience of the display held a single wineglass, gently rotating the glass to stir the contents inside. He let a small smirk play across his features and leaned back in his chair, mentally congratulating himself for buying a cottage over looking the bright sea.
As a child he had always loved water. And as he matured he began to actually become addicted it. Then he learned to surf. Surfing was one of his greastest pastimes now. As a teen, he was excited by the sheer thrill of riding on those waves and landing those moves.
Untill he broke his leg. Then he realized that surfing wasn't an all time Career.
Which led him to this.
A Lawyer.
Yes, many people sighed or groaned at that word. Lawyer. But he himself, did not.
Yeah, so Lawyers were pains and they did some dirty things in their lifetimes.
But god damn it, they saved lifes also and he was a fucking good Lawyer, no doubt. He had saved countless of innocent lives from going to rot in the county jail or juvenile hall.
So the next time someone groaned at his job he told them this: Kick my ass, I contribute to this community just as you do. And to him, it was absolutely true.
He ran a hand through his long tresses of black hair and smiled again, titling the glass towards his lips. He had never thought about cutting his long locks and till this day they had grew and grew.
His hair reached his waist now.
At one time in history, he had had his hair short. Yes, not even shoulder length. Now that he looked back on it, his hair did not look right short. Or not in his opinion. He finished up the wine and sat the glass on the table before him.
The sun was up and blazing through the air now. Another hot day.
The bachelor ran his hand through his hair again and checked his wristwatch. He was late? But he couldnt be, there had to be time left. He stood up abrutly and started organizing the papers on his table, angry at himself for wasting so much time sitting out here sight seeing. Not one of his better ideas. As he bolted into his home one of his papers flew out of his hair and went sailing into the sky when the wind suddenly picked up.
He frowned. Lucky him. He'd have to worry about that later, he told himself before closing the screen door and disappearing into his house.What he was scared of now was getting chewed out by his boss, Piccolo. The man wasn't pretty when he was angry.
The paper flew through the sky and eventually landed on the ocean water that wasn't too far away from its oringinal destination. At the top, on it, read, in bold letters, the name of the owner:
17
Meet our first bachelor.
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Number Duo(2)
He slammed his alarm clock off when the ringing got to him. He raised his head slightly to only realize that he wasn't in his own room. That hadn't been his alarm. This wasn't his bed. The dazed man climbed out of bed and got to his feet. The first thing he noticed was that he was naked and clothes with scattered all over the carpet covered floor.
He smirked.
Only meant on thing. He had gotten drunk, hooked up with some chick and ended up here.
He had a slight problem though.
Where was here?
He turned his head and noticed a figure curled up in the sheets. That would be 'chick'. He carefully dressed so as not to wake her, found all his posessions, consisting of wallets, money, keys, etc and dipped out of the apartment room, leaving only his underwear as a gift. It wasn't his fault.
He had thought he had gotten everything untill he was in the taxi.
He had no underwear on.
The man sighed and fidgeted alittle, thinking that next time he'd bring a spare with him. How do you forget your own god damn underwear? He yelled mentally at himself. He paid the driver and slipped out of the car. Satnding now infront of HIS apartment, he entered with his key. It was still early he supposed, which was why it was so quiet in the building.
Better for him, he thought. He didn't need anyone asking questions about him coming in so late.
The first thing he did upon entering was sliding on some fucking underwear. Then after that, he made himself a pot of coffee to start him off.
Today was going to be hectic he already knew.
1.It was blazing hot today!
2.He was late for work and actually didnt feel like going anyway.
3.He had a fucking hangover.
4.Krillin probably wasn't going to answer his phone calls. Not after the argument they got into last week.
5.He knew was going to puke in the next ten minutes.
And true to his word, he bolted out of the small living room and staggered into the bathroom, vomiting all the contents he had consumed yesterday.
Hanging up above his head was a medal he had won in highschool. It read, in bold letters:
Yamcha
Meet Bachelor number Two
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Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
He increased the pressure on the pedal and ran a red light. The day was already turning out terrible! He was only consciously aware of his partner, sitting beside him with a look of absolute fear on his face.
Wimp.
He ran another red light and tried his best to flick off a car that almost hit him without losing control of the wheel. After all, he couldn't possibly get pulled over by a cop.
Mainly beacause, he was a cop.
He smirked to himself at the irony.
So, yeah, he was abusing his power of being an officer because he was running late. It wasn't a crime.
It actaully was. But he'd ignore that if you did.
He hit another tight curve and almost flew off the side of the bridge. Wow, he'd have to remember NOT to do that anymore. He saw the station come into view ahead of him. He fanned himself a bit at the heat and slowed down. He immediatley saw his partner relax and let out a sigh.
Wimp.
He came to a halt in a handicapped parking space. His partner looked at him as if to say, 'You aren't handicapped!'
"Shut up Kakarot and get out of the car. If it makes you feel better, I'd be happy to break a limb of yours."
"No thanks, Vegeta." Kakarot replied, also known as Goku by friends.
And there you have it.
Vegeta
Meet our third Bachelor.