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Now here is the second part of my story!


Oh yes, thanks to everyone who encouraged us to keep writing with their comments!


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Chichi was shocked: "Who does Bulma love? Apparently she doesn't even know, otherwise she wouldn't suffer so much ... It can't go on like this with her! She has to get around people again, she needs a change of scenery. Maybe she should have a few Stay with us for days. Songoku would certainly not mind and she could switch off! "Chichi was totally busy with the plans for Bulma's amusement that she totally forgot about Yamcha. He sat across from her in his living room, close to tears because he had lost his great love, and wondered why Chichi didn't speak, didn't want to hear the name of the other ... But Chichi was lost, had no time for that Focus on each other's names. "Chichi ??? ... Chichi !!! ... CHIIICHII!"" Huh ... how, where, what? Oh yeah Yamcha, what is it? "" I don't want to throw you out, but when you have no more questions I would ask you to leave. "" Um, yes of course. Thanks Yamcha! I'll see you, bye. "Without another word she disappeared. She wanted to see Bulma to persuade her to go out with her in the evening and then stay with her for a few days.


The whole trip Chichi thought about telling Bulma the real reason for Yamcha’s decision. But then decided to refrain from doing this because she had totally forgotten to ask Yamcha for the name and because she thought that Bulma would have to figure it out on her own.


In any case, Chichi, who was now sitting on her friend's bed, said nothing of what she knew. "Bulma, you can't go on like this! You need a change. We should go out tonight and then you will stay with us for a few days."I like my room very much ... "" Nothing there, no arguing! You have been hiding long enough. Self-pity doesn't suit you! Now go take a shower, I'll pack your things in the meantime, then we'll drive over to me, get dressed up and then go out ... "Chichi was totally enthusiastic about her idea, so she didn't accept any contradictions. Bulma knew her too well and knew that there was no point in opposing the plan, so she did as she was told.


She was enjoying the shower, the warm water seemed to wash away not only the dirt of the past few days, but also her thoughts of Yamcha.


She stepped out of the bathroom in a visibly better mood. She quickly put on something, because it looked like Chichi couldn't bear to realize her plan anymore. She sat in the car and impatiently honked for Bulma.




When they arrived at Chichi's, the two women first ate a little something (nothing difficult, because with a big belly it's not easy to dance and even less easy to get to know men!) And then went to the opposite sex - especially Yamcha - blasphemous to.It was going to be a great evening, so Bulma tried very hard not to look offended.


Around eleven, they made their way to the "Savoy", the hottest disco at the moment.


There was an endless line waiting in front of the disco and, as always, it took ages before you got to the doorman and if you were unlucky, he would send you away again ...


Fortunately, Chichi and Bulma looked good. With a seductive smile they were let in without waiting.


The room was full of people dancing and having fun in a good mood. It was a noble location and therefore one (better a woman) was spared from turning on drunk thugs. A friendly atmosphere added to the general cheerfulness.


When some time passed, Bulma stopped thinking about Yamcha and slowly thawed. She and Chichi danced to the sounds of the newest and old songs. From song to song they became more liberated, more exuberant. Over time, Bulma collected a similar repertoire of numbers from strange men, in whom she was not interested, but she liked the idea of ​​being desired very much.Chichi was also showered with numbers by the men, but because of Songoku she didn't care.


And then he came! A well-built, suntanned fellow. He looked really good. Bulma's knees began to tremble, she imagined the most beautiful things with the guy and smiled blissfully at the idea. And he ... he smiled back. A beaming smile met Bulma and she had nothing better to answer than a ... fall. She slipped and flew on her buttocks. Ashamed and bright red she ran quickly to the toilet to calm down and to hide there from shame for the whole evening.


She was standing in front of the mirror with a red head and breathing heavily. He had black hair that reached down to his eyes, eyes in which one could lose oneself, hands that were made to touch tenderly and at the same time grip firmly and a smile that could melt the ice. "It's mine! ... Only I can hardly show myself out there ..." "Bulma, are you finally coming?The music is really good, but dancing alone is no fun. So come on now! "" I can't. It's too embarrassing. And ... "" Oh nonsense! Nobody saw your landing and even if they did, they have probably already forgotten, because one of the gogos has just fallen off the stage ... "Chichi couldn't laugh anymore when she looked back at the pictures and pulled Bulma back on the dance floor.


There he was again, right next to her, dancing. Bulma could see the play of his muscles with every movement, she liked it. And then she heard a male voice close to her ear: "Hi! I hope that I wasn't the reason for your fall." "What a conceited snob. What is he imagining? Of course he wasn't the reason," she thought, but said: "No, no, don't worry, everything was planned by me. I like to be the center of attention!" laughed. And how he laughed. His genzes face beamed: "Wow, he looks good!"

He and Bulma danced and talked for a long time until Chichi could no longer stand because of sheer tiredness.


She and Bulma (who had Khaleel's phone number - that's the handsome man's name) drove home.


Both women had a wonderful night's sleep. Chichi, because she had helped her friend out of a difficult deeply and Bulma, because she had met a great guy who made her forget about Yamcha ...