Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ College...Dbz Style ❯ The Three Tasks of The Initiation ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I Don't own Dragonball Z or any other materials, products, or characters that may be mentioned in this fic. The only thing owned by myself is the computer I'm typing this one and well...uh....the original characters I have created.

AN: Hey guys, well here is chapter 2. This one's longer then the last, hopefully you like it. I'm going to cut to the chase while idea's are still fresh in my mind and not dilly-dally. Alright? Hope you are enjoying the html. I think it's nifty. ^_~

Warning: There is alcohol consumtion in this chapter, and a lot of it. I'm not encouraging anyone to drink, and don't will you to. I realize that the amount of this consumtion is very high, and to be drinking that much in real life would be extremely dangerous. I don't want ANYONE drinking off of an enfluence of this chapter. It is only for humor, and the characters cannot be harmed by it. In real life it could be disaterous.

With that clear, please continue. If drinking offends you, do not read on.

"Hello gentlemen."

Everyone had quieted as they all watched the man in the center of the room. He looked to be about twenty or twenty-one years old, was tall, muscular, and had a sly look about him. His hair was spikey and dark brown, contrasting with his vibrant blue eyes. His nose was straight and his teeth were white, and his strong chin seemed to make his voice deeper them it really was if you watched him as he talked. He looked very much like a ladies man.

Suddenly the sound of a door opening made everyone turn their head. A short, bald, young man ran in, bags stuffed under his arms.

"Krillin?" Vegeta, Piccolo, and Goku all said at the same time. They blinked.

"Hey guys," Krillin smiled and waved as best as he could while holding a bag under his arm. Jack looked pissed. "Would you sit down?" He growled. Krillin blinked and chuckled nervously, moving over to his three comrads. "Yessir."

Jack mumbled then put his arms behind his back and continued speaking, his hands clasping his own wrists in a relaxed position, "Welcome to this fraternity. You are all looking for a spot in this house, are you not?"

Most nodded while the others said "Yes."

"Good, atleast I know you all aren't lost," He said. "Well, this initiation won't be as easy as showing up. You can't just show up and expect to be accepted. You have to earn it, sorry to burst your self confidence, but just taking a glance around the room it looks like most of you aren't going to make it past round one."

Some people swallowed and others paled. Vegeta and Piccolo exchanged glances with arched brows while Krillin and Goku blinked. The guys voice had changed from welcoming and calm to critical and harsh.

"Let me introduce myself," He continued with a smirk on his handsome face, "I'm Jack. Head of this fraternity house. As soon as I determine who is worthy to be here, those of you who did happen to be lucky enough to make it will be under my rule. I will be the one you report to, the one you obey, and the one who makes sure you stay in line."

He continued, "Anyhow, most of you wont make it anyways, so there is no need to drawl on about a future that you probably will not have. Let us begin the initiation."

Chi-Chi and Bulma sat down on a couch, looking around.

"Wow, so this is a sorority house," Bulma blinked.

"Yeah..It's really nice, isn't it?" Chi-Chi asked.

"Nicer then my house even."

"And that's saying something."

Suddenly, Android 18 entered the room. The two sitting blinked as she sat her bags down near them on the floor. She sat down and sighed.

They blinked. "Hey 18."

18 waved slightly in greeting.

"What's...up..?" Bulma blinked.

"Well, Krillin and I missed our plane, twice, and they were both Krillin's fault. The first time he insisted we eat at this really nice restraunt and by the time we got out of there our plane had already left since half of the time we were waiting for our food. The second time, he was in the damn bathroom forever then when he finally did come out he looked like a frickin retard, a big string of toilet paper hanging out of his pants behind him."

They laughed. Their laughter died down quickly though as a young woman walked to the middle of the room and hushed them all politely, smiling.

"Welcome." She stated.

Goku looked back at Krillin, who shrugged then looked back at Piccolo. Piccolo shrugged as well. They were in a long line that led to the kitchen. The counters were polished oak with black marble surface. Very smooth. The floor was tiled with matching marble. The walls were offwhite and a modern table with comfotable looking chairs was sitting in it making the kitchen a kitchen-dinning room.

Vegeta was in front of Goku. "What are they doing, Vegeta?" he whispered to him.

Vegeta shrugged, "I can't see. There are too many people crowded around them."

"Hmm.." Piccolo stood on the tips of his toes to try and see over the crowd with his superior height. No success. When he dropped back down onto his feet fully Goku asked if he had seen anything. "Nope," He replied, then said in a whisper, "I would fly, but I don't want any one to start getting...you know.."

"Jumpy?" Goku asked. He nodded and Goku agreed, "Yeah, especially in a crowd like this."

"Heh, it would be a little interesting to see their reactions though," Krillin said.

They slowly got closer and closer to center of all the commotion. All they knew what was happening was this was "Test one of the initiation." The leader of the house, Jack, had called it so. He had also added that most of them would not make it past this test. And if they did, then many would fall at the second.

Vegeta crossed his arms and shifted imatiently from foot to foot. He knew he could make it into this frat, and he wanted to prove it, whatever the tests were. He blinked as he suddenly heard the sound of someone throwing up near the circle of people.

"Hey, watch the floor!" Jack yelled, "I just had that cleaned. Ugh, weak ass."

The three looked at one another.

"Get him out of here," Jack's voice yelled, "He obviously didn't get in."

Soon they were close enough to get inside the circle of people and saw Jack sitting on one side of a counter, an empty stool across from him on the other side.

"Next," He barked at the person closest to the school. Trembling, the boy, who was rather thin and frail-looking, sat down.

Jack pulled a plate out from under the counter. On it laid a mound of wiggling, living earth worms, fresh earth complete with them. "Enjoy the meal. You have to eat at least ten," Jack was smirking evilly.

At the sight of the worms, the boy paled. He started gagging and Jack's smirk of amusement turned into a curled lip of disgust. "Get this wimp out of my site before he pukes all over me."

As commanded, two guys at either side of him walked to the younger boy, took him by the arms, and carried him outside. "Next," Jack ordered.

After a few minutes it was, finally, it was Vegeta's turn. He sat down in front of the plate of worms, eyeing it with a perked brow.

"You heard the qualifications," Jack spat, "So spare me of having to waste my breath to say them again."

Vegeta mumbled some under his breath and picked up a handful. "You do realize," He growled, glaring at Jack, "That I'm not doing this for your veiwing pleasure. I only want in this house."

"Be that as it may," Jack replied, "I'll still get to enjoy watching you. Think you're strong enough to stomach it, or are you a little wuss too?"

Vegeta growled in reply and looked down at the squirming handful of worms in front of him. He closed his eyes, grimancing and stuck his tounge out, mouth open, and placed the worms in his mouth. He quickly swollowed, not chewing at all. Everything was silent. Then..

"What are you staring at?" Vegeta growled, then spit to the side. Jack glared as Vegeta commanded to one of the guys at Jack's side, "Get me some damn water already!"

Goku sat down as Vegeta stood and spat repeatedly. "Aww man.." Goku sighed, looking at the worms on the plate. He reached towards it, his hand trembling slightly. Jack was watching, smirk in place once again, arms crossed over his chest. His hand grasping a handful of worms, Goku closed his eyes, grimancing in disgust.

"Here it goes," Goku said, more to himself then anyone else. Closing his eyes as tightly as possible, he stuffed the works into his mouth. He chewed a few times and swallowed. Tilting his chin down, he grew very silent.

Piccolo put a hand questioningly on his shoulder, "Goku..you okay?"

Krillin blinked, "Goku, buddy, you all right?"

Goku twitched and wiped his mouth. He lifted his head and blinked, "Ya know those aren't all that bad."

Everyone's eyes went huge, especially Jack's, as he exclaimed, "WHAT!?"

Goku picked up a worm, looked at it thoughtfully, then placed one end in his mouth. Everyone watched in disgust as he slurped the worm into his mouth like speggetti. He grinned widely, "It tastes like chicken!"

Reaching for the plate again, Goku licked his lips. But his hand was stopped by Jack's. The angered frat leader glared at him, "You actually liked eating them!?"

Goku nodded and Krillin spoke up, "You must understand, this is Son Goku here. We're talking about a guy who loves eating.." He cleared his throat, looking disgusted, "and apparently will eat practically anything."

"Yup!" Goku smiled that stupid, innocent smile of his.

Piccolo sweatdropped as Goku stood after Jack had released him. Goku grinned at Krillin, "Don't worry, Krillin, they really aren't bad at all!"

Krillin chuckled nervously. He sat down, looking hesitantly at the worms. Finally he looked pathetically at Jack and asked, "TEN!?"

Jack laughed, "Yeah, ten. Have a good meal, baldy."

"Hey only I call him baldy!" A voice called out behind them. Vegeta shoved his way into the inner circle. Krillin sweatdropped at the comment.

Looking back to the worms, he whimpered. He counted out ten, shook as much dirt from them as possible, then squinting his eyes closed as tightly as possible, put them in his mouth. He looked like he was about to gag, but quickly swallowed. He shook his head and shuddered, "YUCK!"

Wiping his tongue on his sleeve, he jumped off the chair and spat disgustedly. Piccolo stepped forward.

He sat down in the chair and picked up a handful of worms. Piccolo closed his eyes, shoved them in his mouth, and swallowed hard. He stood up quickly and stepped back into the crowd, muttering, "There, I'm done."

Everyone blinked. Well...that was quick. Goku thought.

Vegeta growled to his friends, "Let's get out of this frickin crowd."

Piccolo nodded. He felt sick to his stomach and somewhat claustraphobic. They filtered through all the people into the living room where they had been earlier and sat on different chairs.

"That...was disgusting," Vegeta mumbled, leaning back. Piccolo nodded and Goku shrugged slightly.

"Very VERY disgusting.." Krillin shuddered.

"Wonder what the next test will be..." Goku said, putting his hands behind his head.

"Hopefully we wont have to eat anything alive," Piccolo growled.

For the new half hour, they sat talking on and off, gorwing silent sometimes then beggining conversations. Finally, Jack came into the living room again. He was pushing too disgusted looking soon-to-be-freshmen infront of him.

"Out!" He ordered, kicking each one of them in the behond and onto the front doorstep once he had pulled the door open. "And don't come back!" He yelled as they quickly got up and, mumbling, ran into the street. Piccolo, Vegeta, Krillin, and Goku saw none of this. They only heard it. They exchanged glaces as a car horn sounded and then obsinities were yelled after some screeching tires haulted in the road.

"Damn crazy kids! Get off the damn road!" It was an old man driving, who was leaning out his front window some, shaking his fist at the two young men. "Damnit! Damn youngins, aint got no damn sense!" With that yelled, he flipped them off, then quickly drove off.

The two ran out of the road, growling. As they were cutting across the lawn of the house next to the fraternity, suddenly a cane came spinning, flying at a fast rate. It smacked one of the guys upside the head. His companion blinked and looked towards the house of the lawn they were running on, where an elderly lady was standing. She shook her first at them, "Damn kids! Get the hell off my lawn!!" Quickly the guy who had gotten smacked stood and they both started to run off. "Wait one damn minute!" The old lady yelled and they stopped in their tracks.

Blinkingly, they turned back to her, sweatdropping. "Have you kids got no respect at all!? Leave an old lady without her cane! I never!" The one who hadn't been hit by the cane slowly picked it up then jogged to her and handed it to her, smiling apologeticly and sweatdropping. She snatched it from him and whacked him on the head, "Think you'll get a thank you!? Well you won't! Now get the hell off my--" *WHACK* "lawn!!" Not surprisingly, he quickly did as he was told, his buddy following quickly after him.

The four inside the living room blinked. After a short silence Piccolo blinked, "Uhh..".

Before anything else could be said, Jack came back. "Freaking fags. Mess with Miss Sally May and get your ass kicked with a frickin cane.." He shook his head, "That's a warning. NEVER walk on her lawn." He glared around the room, "Now, any other of you losers that failed the first test OUT!"

Many people, mumbling, walked through the living room, exiting the house. Jack took a sweeping glance around the room. "Yeah...all of you passed." He grunted. He cleared his throat, straightening his back. "Now, for the second test. This one will see how much of a sorry ass wimp you are." Some blinked, while others gulped. He contininued, "I want to see how strong you are, and how much you can tolerate pain."

Vegeta smirked as Piccolo let out a small chuckle, leaning back in his seat. Jack's eyes flashed to them, narrowing. Looking annoyed, he finished, "You will pass this next test by taking a punch. If you are knocked out, whine and carry on, or cry like a sorry little bitch, you will not pass."

"Now guess who gets to do the honors?" He smirked. cracking his knuckles.

Goku raised his hand. Jack blinked then nodded to him. "Um...you?" Goku asked innocently, tilting his head to one side. Jack sweatdropped, "Er...yeah...that's right."

Clearing his throat again, he announced, "Now will you all make a line like before? Those of you who aren't as scared as others get in the back of the line. I'll save you for last." His grin was evil.

Piccolo and Vegeta waited for everyone to line up, then got in the back of the line, Goku and Krillin following.

This test seemed to go rather quickly. Each time a person stepped up to Jack, there was a pause. Then a smack or crunching noise, followed by a grunt or yelp of pain. Most times, there was also the sound of the person hitting the floor. A few people just stumbled back. Vegeta scoffed at some of the guys who held their noses, sniffled, then burst into tears, jumping up and running out the door wailing. Even one guy cried for his mommy.

Finally it was Piccolo's turn. Not scared in the least, the Nemekian crossed his arms and waited, looking at Jack calmly. Jack glared some, thinking You wont act so cool once your holding your nose and crying in pain, smart ass.

Bringing his elbow far back and clenching his fist tightly, Jack swung hard and fast, his knuckles slamming straight into Piccolo's nose. Piccolo's head went back, and he took a single step back. Everyone watched as at first neither moved. Then Piccolo erected his head again, cracked his neck, and smiled. "Was that supposed to hurt?"

Jack, as well as everyone else (spare Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo) looked really surprised. Jacks eyes were HUGE."B-but..." he stuttered, then trailed off. After a moment he regained his composure...somewhat anyways. He still looked shocked as hell. "Er..next.." He said, watching disappointedly as Piccolo walked to the couches.

Vegeta stepped up, hands on his waist, brow perked slightly. His expression turned nutrual. Jack growled, angered by Piccolo not being effected. As he brought his fist back, he thought I'm going to make this guy run off, crying for his mother. With the thought well...thought (o.O;) Jack swung his fist as hard as he possible could, right into Vegeta's cheek. The saiyan's head turned to the left, and Jack kept his arm in postion afterwards, knuckles still pressed into Vegeta's cheek. Vegeta turned his head forward again and brushed Jack's fist away. "That was pathetic.." He mumbled, walking oer to Piccolo and joining him in sitting on the couch. Jack watched, eyes wide, jack hanging, eyesbeows in a difiant and unbelieving furrow. How was this possible?? His punches hurt everyone.

"Next," He muttered, glaring. His gaze fell on a smiling Goku. This guy has got to be more of a wuss then the other two...look at him! Grinning like a retard. He smirked, Well, he wont be grinning for long.

Yet again he repeated the procedure of bringing his fist and elbow back, and in a swift, hard, and fast movement, he slammed his knuckles into Goku's face. Goku didn't even move. Blinking, Jack removed his fist. Goku tilted his head, "Um, that was pretty good...?"

"Er, yeah. OW!" Goku held his nose and stepped back. Everyone sweat dropped. Goku was one sucky actor.

"Goku you don't have to act like it hurt," Piccolo rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I er..wasn't.." He blinked, looking around, "acting..." He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, so I was...heh heh."

Krillin stepped up, looking up at Jack. The little ass looks confident! Jack thought, growling, Little midget CAN'T be as strong as his friends...! Can he..?

He wound up a punch and punched Krillin right where his nose would be..if he had one. Krillin took two steps back. Everyone wacthed as Krillin rubbed his "nose" for a moment, then smirked at Jack, "That was sad."

Jack shook his head in disbalief, starring at Krillin as he walked to join his three friends. Something was wrong here. Although this was really embarrassing and pride hurting for him, he decided to not make a big deal about it. So far these three had passed the first two tests with flying colors. Even though he didn't like them for being stronger than he was, he was impressed and interested. However, they still had one more test to pass. And after that, the pledge.

Clearing his throat he announced, "Well, that's it for the second test. We now are going to go through the third and final test. Please follow me into the kitchen."

"Uh-oh," Piccolo muttered, standing at the same time Vegeta did. Others who had passed filtered into the kitchen, following Jack.

He told them to find a seat, be it at the table or somewhere else. Vegeta sat on the bar/counter that had been the place the worms had sat, despite Jack's disapproving glare. Piccolo and Goku sat on two stools behind Vegeta. Krillin hopped up on a stool as well. Most of the other people sat on the table or at the table. Some stood near the stairs.

"Now," Jack said loudly, "You all may be wondering what the next test is. It doesn't have anything to do with eating anything alive, let me assure you." He smirked as some sighed in relief. "But it does, however, include the consumtion of something. And a lot of it. It's not drugs" -- At this, one guy snapped his fingers and excalimed, "Damn!"-- "But it is something that many of your mommies would not approve of."

Goku blinked. "What is it?"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZE!" One guy stood up and yelled. Everyone looked at him and some snickered as he sat down, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously.

"Not far from it, my friend." Jack smiled. He walked into the kitchen, opened a cupboard, and pulled out a large box, setting it on a counter in front of him. As it was set down the tinkle of glass hitting glass was heard. He brought down a few more of these boxes and with a small grunt, slid them down and next to Vegeta.

The four (Vegeta, Piccolo, Krillin, and Goku) leaned close to watch as Jack opened the boxes. They could see many bottles inside. Jack pulled one out and held it up. A bottle of beer.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZE!"

Everyone looked at the guy who had stood before, who was now standing again. He blinked and sweat dropped, "Sorry."

"Beer," Jack announced, ignoring the "BOOZE" dude. "To be able to pass this test, you have to be able to drink as much as, or more, then I can before passing out."

"Well how will you know who can drink as much as or more then you if you're unconcious?" Piccolo asked, arching an eye ridge.

"Well after I pass out, my good friend Leroy.." He glanced around, pausing. "Leroy!?" He yelled.

A guy pushed his way through some men who were standing near a staircase that he had just descended. His skin was dark chocolate colored, eyes were brown, and hair black and short. (Sarah: For all you idiots out there, he's a black dude) He was muscular and rather tall, and his voice was deep as he said, "Sup, Jack? You call?"

"Yes, Leroy, I did. Thanks for coming so quickly," Jack replied. He spoke to everyone again, "This is Leroy." He said, pointing to the one who had just entered. Leroy nodded in greeting. "As I was saying, after I pass out, Leroy will keep tally of how many beers you guys down before passing out. See, because he'll have the number of beers I drank first, then can monitor the rest of you."

Everyone nodded or said "Okay."

Chi-Chi, Bulma, and 18 reentered the sorority house, all laughing. They were in swimsuits, towels wrapped around the lower halves of their bodies.

"That was fun, Claire!" Chi-Chi grinned at the blonde girl who had welcomed them. Other girls filtered inside as well.

Claire smiled, "I thought it would be. Of course swimming is always a blast, right?"

"It is for me," Bulma smiled.

"I don't like the water.." 18 crossed her arms, looking away dismissively.

Claire's smile faultered slightly and she said, her voice turning from nice to sarcastic, "Yeahc I noticed you sitting by the edge of the pool in a chair the whole time. Did you enjoy yourself?"

18 didn't reply, still looking away from her.

Claire sort of rolled her eyes. She was tall, slender, and had a 'nice figure.' Her blond hair was wet at the moment, resting on her back and shoulders, and her vibrant green eyes were cold with annoyance. She walked into the center of the room. She was, afterall, the leader of the sorority house.

"Hey everyone, could you quite down please?" She said loudly, her smile coming back just as sweet as ever. Everyone hushed as she continued, "I know that it was really fun, I had a good time too, but we are going to move on to the next thing."

"Next thing?" Chi-Chi asked.

"Yep." Claire replied, grinning. Her eyes flashed mischieviously.

"Spare me the suspense," 18 said with sarcasm.

After shooting a quick glare 18's way, Claire continued, "Any of you ever played Truth or Dare before..?"

"Naw duh.." 18 rolled her eyes.

Claire looked like she was getting really pissed, but continued, "We're going to play that, now. And this isn't going to be a 10 year old slumber party. These dares are going to be real dares. No weak stuff."

Some girls giggled and a few looked shyly around. 18 smirked. This shoud be fun.

"So, if you will all circle up, let us begin," Claire said.

"Wait!" A voice piped up. It was Bulma. Claire looked at her. "Can we use the concoction*?"(Remember, the star means a definition at the bottom of the page.)

(I got that idea from Wicked Woman's high school fic. Go check it out sometime.. it's great. Anyways, just giving credit when it's due. The idea of using the concotion during a truth and dare game was not my idea, it was Wicked Woman's. But Truth and Dare is so fun..I had to put it in this fic as well as my High School one. Hehe)

Claire smiled grimly, "Good idea. You," She pointed to Bulma, then Chi-Chi "And you, come with me."

18 wasn't surprised she wasn't selected. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest and yawning.

Inside the kitchen, which is where Claire led the two, they went to the fridge while Claire opened a cupboard. She pulled out a blender and set it on the counter, plugging the cord into a near by outlet.

Bulma and Chi-Chi pulled out various food iteams, setting them near the blender. "Is this enough?" They asked after a few moments. Claire studied their choices. "Yeah, that's good," she anounced, picking up the egg carton. She smirked as she threw two eggs, shell and all, into the blender, then picked up a tomatoe. Chi-Chi and Bulma gulped, looking at each other.

In the living room, 18 watched the other girls talking nervously but excitedly among one another. 'Truth and Dare with just us girls wont be all that fun. We need some men.' She glanced to the window. Outside, across the street, was the fraternity that Krillin had gone into. 'Hm..' She smirked slightly, 'Wonder if Claire will lighten up enough to take a suggestion...'

Jack looked at his watch. "Hmm..." He glanced at Leroy. "Ready to start?" Leroy nodded. Jack picked up a bottle of beer, the others sitting around, watching. He guzzled down the bottle in like 5 seconds, and the others blinked. He continued this routine and seemed totally unphased through the first 10 bottles. He burped at the fifteenth and swayed slightly, shaking his head. He kept going though. And going and going and going. The others watched with wide eyes and open mouths as he reached bottle 25, (Sarah: Of course, Leroy can only count to 26...*Shrugs*) according to Leroy's count, guzzled it down just as fast as the others. He looked around, smirked oddly, then suddenly leaned forward, his forehead hitting the table.

"Uh..is he..unconcious?" Piccolo asked, closing his dropped jaw.

"Yup," Leroy said simply, pulling Jack up and pushing him over the table. He lied there, unmoving. He seemed to be snoring.

"Okay, boys and girls," Leroy smiled, picking up his pen and tally paper, "Who's first? Atleast 25 bottles."

Before anyone said a word, Goku stumbled forward. Leroy clapped him heartily on the shoulder, grinning, "Alright, man! That's the way to be, steppin' up and willin'. Take a seat, brother. You can do it, 25 bottles. It's nothin', right?"

Goku found himself seated where Jack had been before he could say anything in reply. "Ready, bro?" Leroy asked, putting the pen to the paper.

"I..uh.."

"Good, get a goin'."

Goku blinked and picked up his first bottle. He opened it and sniffed the contents. 'Yuck, that STINKS!' He held it away from him, making a face. Leroy looked shocked, almost insulted.

"Well..uh...brother," He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why don't you uh,,get a drinkin'?"

Goku looked at him, chuckled nervously, then back at the bottle. "Of course...I am."

'Okay, if I can eat worms, I can drink beer. No problem,' He thought to himself, then grinned. "Yeah, that's it, I can so do this!" Everyone looked blinkingly at him.

"Uhh.." He smiled sheepishly. "I'm ready to start."

"Good, brother, Good," Leroy smiled. Krillin gave him an encouraging thumbs up and a grin. Piccolo and Vegeta nodded. The others sat there staring.

Goku held his breath as he put the bottle to his lips, holding the bottle by it's neck. He breathed out and closed his eyes, gulping down the beer. His first reflex, since he had never drinken before and was no where used to the taste, was to gag. But he resisted it somehow, and got the entire bottle down. He set the empty bottle down and tried not to cough. Leroy was glowing with pride. He had already taken a liking to Goku.

"Good job, brother!" He clapped him on the shoulder, "Now just 24 more to go!"

"Ugh.." Goku groaned quietly groaned, picking up the next bottle.

18 raised her hand with a small smirk as Claire and the other two entered the room from the kitchen. Bulma had a glass in her hand that was filled with a disgusting looking blackish green fluid. It was rather thick. The girls' eyes widened as their gazes fell on it.

"Oh Miss Claire.." 18 said loudly, sounding like a student talking to a teacher. She raised her hand higher.

Claire perked an eyebrow, and crossed her arms, "What is it?"

18 tilted her head innocently, the smirk still apparent. "Wouldn't this game be much more interesting.. if um, you know...we had some men to play with?"

Claire just looked at her. She nor 18 blinked as they held each other's gaze. Chi-Chi and Bulma exchanged glances as the entire room sank into pure silence.

"Actually, that is a wonderful idea, 18."

This caused some more girls to look nervous. Now that had to play with men? Wonderful.

18 smirked again, "Why thank you, Claire."

"And I know just the men to play with." Claire smiled. She walked over to the phone, picking it up. She dialed a number.

The phone rang while Goku reached his 25th bottle. By now the men were in an excited freinzy, cheering Goku on wildly and clapping him on the back encouragingly. Too back for Goku this made it harder to down the bottles, but he was so close. Leroy called a time out, told everyone to shut up, and finally when they did, the phone was ringing for the 5th time. Leroy quickly picked it up, "Yo, you rang?"

The other guys watched as Leroy nodded some. They saw his gaze shift to the still unconcious Jack lying on the table, "Uh, sorry baby, but your man is kinda unable to come to the phone at the moment." There was a small pause by Leroy, then he said reassuringly, "Don't you worry none, he'll be absalutely fine. You know the initiation, and the third task? Yeah yeah, that's it. Well that's why."

He nodded some more as supposivly the person on the other end of the line was doing all the talking.

He stopped nodding and said, "What?" He furrowed his brows as he listened. "Uh, I'm not so sure..." More talking by the other person, then, "Well, it'll have 'ta be tomorrow. I don't think these guys will be able to even walk after this. 'Least not for a few hours, if ya know what I mean."

"Mhm..Mhm...'Aight. Well girl, I'll talk to your man, do a little nagotiatin', an' I'm sure he won't be hesitant 'bout it much anyhow. 'Yall know he's a wild brother, always takin' risks and jumpin' into all these thangs that don't conern 'em jus' because he wants a thrill."

After a few more words from the woman on the other line, Leroy concluded, "'Aight, 'Aight, that's tight. I'll have him give ya a ring tomorrow, an' I'll be seein' ya then. Man man Lee, out. Peace easy."

With that said, he hung up. "Whooooooooooooooooo-boy!" He said, clapping his hands. He smirked at the other men, "Yall gonna have some fun tomorrow." Everyone blinked.

"Anyways, we gotta finish this up. Goku, my main man, finish up them last five bottles and we'll be off with these other fools." Leroy said, sitting down and picking up his tally again.

Goku groaned inwardly, but did as he was told. He drank the last five bottles as fast as possible, hiccuped, then his eyes rolled back as he fell backwards off the stool/chair thing.

Piccolo reached out and caught the man by the collar of his shirt, lifted him off his feet, and moved him onto the table as well, joining Jack. Leroy asked for the next person, and some guy with black hair stepped up. Piccolo crossed his arms, thinking, 'This is going to be a long night...'

Well, after quite a few more bodies were added to the table of unconciousness, it was Piccolo's turn to step up. He sat down, picked up a bottle and glances around at all the empty bottles around him on the counter. He shoved them to one side with his arm, uncapped the bottle, and drank it straight down in about 5 seconds. Some guy near by while he reached his 6th bottle was cheering wildly, slamming his first on the table and yelling, "Go go go go!" It gave Piccolo a headache. The guy didn't stop as he reached his 10th, or 17th. He growled looking at him.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!"

Everyone grew suddenly silent.

"Thank you," He mumbled, picking up his next bottle.

"So what's happening, Claire?" Someone yelled. All the women were crowded tightly around her as she hung up the phone, trying to find out what was happening.

Calire tried to silence them with a series of "Quiet down, Shh.."'s but no avail. Finally, when she was so frustrated she couldn't stand it anymore, she yelled, "SHUT THE HELL UP!!"

'Well, that worked well,' she thought as, at once, everyone fell silent. She cleared her throat, then ordered them to back off and return to their seats. Everyone did. 18 had been sitting the entire time anyways.

"Now tomorrow when I get a call from my boyfriend Jack, who is head of one of the frats, we will either go over there, or they will come over here, and play Truth or Dare."

As soon as she had said this, excited and nerous mumbling and whispering exploded.

Growling, Claire yelled, "SHUT UP! I WASN'T FINISHED!!"

Everything was quiet again. Someone coughed, then said sarcastically, "You don't have to yell." Claire glared at the speaker, who was none other than a smirking 18.

Continuing, her irritation apparent on her face, Claire said, "The men can't do it tonight because they are doing the final task of their initiation. After that, they swear into brotherhood, then it's over. Here, I simply choose who I want to be in MY serority." She glanced at 18 with narrow eyes, "So everyone better watch what they do or you are out."

"Anyways, since the third task kind of prhibits them from being able to do anything tonight, we will sleep here and wait for the call. Meanwhile, I'll be doing a little interrigation with each one of you in a single room. As fas as sleeping quaters go, there aren't enough beds for all of you, so I hope you all brought a sleeping bag, because the only one's sleeping in beds are current members of this serinity, as well as myself."

"I want it to be quiet in here, and try to get some sleep." With that said, she turned around and walked into a hallway, obviously leaving them to find out sleeping arrangements and places on their own. Some of the older girls stood and followed her, apparently all heading to their own rooms for the night.

"Guess I better put this in the fridge to save for tomorrow," Bulma said, holding the concoction up.

Chi-Chi shuddered, looking at it, "I rather do anything then drink THAT."

"Same here," 18 agreed, following Bulma into the kitchen, Chi-Chi at her side, "I rather be brave and do some dare or tell something truth full then drink some day old..." She looked at the contents of the glass as Bulma put it in the fridge. "Day old whatever the hell that is." She raised a brow, "But whatever it is, it looks freaking disgusting."

"Well," Chi-Chi said as Bulma closed the fridge door, "It has tomatoe, cheese, milk.."

"Chi-Chi, I rather not know." 18 said, curling her lip in disgust.

Chi-Chi smiled as the three returned to the living room to figure out where to sleep for the night.

"GO GO GO!!" The same guy was yelling, slamming his fist on the counter, causing all the empty bottles on it to shake and rattle like crazy. Piccolo was now out and down for the count, as well as Krillin, and the two now laid atop the rest on the table as Vegeta's turn was under way.

He was already on his 23rd bottle but it was hard to continue. He swayed, picking up the bottle unsteadily, tipped it into his mouth, and had to stop himself from spitting it out.

Once he paused to groan, Leroy smacked him hard a few times on the back, "C'mon man! I know you aint one of them sissy white boys that just took a few bottles and passed out. Now get a drinkin'! You only got three more bottles, encludin' this'n!"

Vegeta coughed, then chuckled some. He drank the rest of his 23rd bottle and picked up another, uncapping it. He drank it down, then looked at the 25th bottle. "Ugh.."

"C'mon! You aint no sissy white boy, are ya?" Leroy yelled.

"I may be white," Vegeta hiccuped, "But," He held up a finger swinging it around unsteadily, and Leroy looked ready catch him if he lost his balance and fell of his chair, "I am NO..sister."

Leroy blinked, "Say what?"

Vegeta guzzled his final bottle, then slammed it down, breaking it. "I said I'm not your sister!" He growled, "So stop calling my your sister, the white boy." Vegeta blinked, one eye for some reason blinking faster then the other, then burst out laughing.

Leroy chuckled, shaking his head, "Man, you are one messed up mo fo."

"MY NAME AINT MOE!!" Vegeta raged, picking up another bottle. He drank it down, Leroy smiling broadly, then Vegeta pointed to his hair, "and I look like I have a fro...but it's not! DAMNIT! THIS IS NOT A FRO!!"

Leroy chuckled again, clapping him on the shoulder, "Whatever you say, brother."

Vegeta was really out of it. "And you call me Moe one more time and I'm gonna have to.." He paused, picking up another bottle and drinking it down, "Kick your...Posteree ..possy.. posserior...I'll have to kick your ass!!" He laughed madly and reached for another bottle.

But Leroy turned him away, "You are one crazy fool, and you have had enough."

Somehow in Vegeta's clouded, drunken mind, the realization of him getting further away from the beer bottles as Leroy shoved him towards a chair processed. "HEY! I'm still drinking!"

"No you aint, boy. So just sit your skinny white ass down and calm yo self."

Vegeta hiccuped, "Hey my ass aint skinny, yo!"

Leroy just looked at him and then smiled, closing his eyes and shaking his head, "You are so white."

"Peace out, bro!" Vegeta hiccuped, then leaned back, totally out cold.

"And you, my homie, have passed out, as well as passed the test." Leroy concluded, putting a large check mark next to Vegeta's name.

Well guys, that's the end of this chapter! I hope you liked it. More to come soon, hopefully. Please reveiw!