Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ A New Game ( Chapter 5 )

Tori sat on the floor between Chi Chi and Marron. Bulma was behind her busy plaiting Tori's long white-gold hair into several long thin braids and twining colorful ribbons around and within each braid. Marron sighed and flipped through a fashion magazine absently, not really seeing the pages and their anorexic models in the height of fashion.

Chi Chi reached into the bag of chips they had brought out from the kitchen and pulled out a handful of the greasy, salty substance.

"Okay, I can't stand this any more!" Marron cried, dropping the magizine on the floor beside her, she tossed her blue hair from her eyes, "Can this get any more boring?!"

"We can watch a movie?" Bulma suggested, looking towards the cabinet beneath the television that housed her collection of videos, "Or play another game?"

"As long as it's not truth or dare!" Tori cried, "I've had enough of that game for one night."

"I have an idea!" Chi Chi said, grinning like the cat who just ate the canary, "Wait here!"

All three women waited, curious and looking at each other with shrugs and smiled as Chi Chi ran out of the room towards the kitchen. "What's doing?" Tori asked, but no one replied, they were just as bewildered as she. In moments, Chi Chi had returned carrying what could only be a bottle of wine and several very pretty crystal glasses.

She handed out the glasses and proceeded to open the bottle, which was easier said than done. She smiled as she poured the blood-like liquid into each glass; "Now, it's a party!"

"Chi Chi!" Bulma cried, sniffing her glass, "Where's you get this? You don't drink…"

"It was a wedding gift." Chi Chi explained, "For Goku and I. But since neither of us drinks it was just sitting there in the cupboard…I was saving it for a special occasion."

"We can't drink your wedding present!" Tori exclaimed, trying to give her glass back to Chi Chi, "It wouldn't be right!"

"It's okay, Tori!" Chi Chi laughed, refusing to take the glass, a bit of the wine sloshed out, "Besides, this is a special occasion..."

"Yeah, Tori!" Bulma said, after gulping down her drink, "A girls' slumber party!"

"Hey! After we finish this bottle," Marron said, "Wanna play spin-the-bottle with it?"

The other women gave her numerous odd looks; "But, Marron, we're all girls here…" Bulma said.

"That would be kinda…weird…" Chi Chi finished and ducked as Marron threw a pillow at her.

"I know what we can do!" Tori said, after having drank her second glass of wine. She felt all fuzzy and warm inside, a pleasant buzzing noise filled her ears, she giggled when she talked, unaware of how she sounded, "Bulma, the grounds your house is on, it's big, huh?"

"Yep!" Bulma hiccuped, she was laying upside-down on the sofa, her head hanging off the edge and she regarded her new friend through hazy eyes, she blinked to bring her surroundings back into focus, "Lots and lots of shrubberies…!" She exploded in peals of laughter, "What'cha got on your mind, Tori?"

"Hide and seek!" Tori smiled, and ducked as Marron threw a pillow at her head, even though the movement made her dizzy, she stood up and cried; "Come on! It'll be fun!"

"I don't think I can even move, Tori…" Chi Chi said, feeling sick as everything wouldn't stop spinning, "Much less go outside and run around…"

"Aaaw, come on!" Tori cried, pulling Chi Chi up by her arm, "The fresh air will do you good…let's go!"

"I'm game!" Bulma cried, giggling, she fell over and landed right-side up on the floor by the sofa, "Who wants to be `it', first?"

"Let's draw straws!" Tori said, "Smallest wins."

A few moments later, as Bulma stayed inside and counted, without peeking, the remaining women ran outside and swiftly, well as swiftly as their drink-muddled brains could allow, they found hiding places around the property. Piccolo had remained by the fishpond, floating in the air, deep in meditation. But he had not failed to see the women scurried about in that kind of noisy quiet that often comes of trying to be silent but not really caring if one is or is not.

He wondered what they were up to. Probably just some silly game they were playing. No need to pay it any mind. He went back to his meditation.

"Hey! What's going on here?" Piccolo sighed and opened his eyes, regarding the man who had just flown up and landed in front of him, "Where is everyone? I can feel them all…but from all over the place…"

"Bulma's having a party." Piccolo said, "They're playing some kind of game, I think."

"Hmm," Vegeta said, "I see. Well, if you see her tell her I don't appriecate being stood up…"

"Tell her yourself." Piccolo said, returning to his mediation, "I'm not a messanger."