"What've you done to her?!" An angry voice demanded and Yamcha flew into Vegeta's path, causing the prince to stop sloppily.
Yamcha twitched, "You're drunk. And wounded."
Vegeta powered up a small blast in his hand and aimed it at Yamcha's head. "I said, get outta my way!!" He was just about to hurl the ki at the other man when Bulma woke up.
"Hey, Vege'a," She slurred, "Wot's goin on?"
"Bulma!" Yamcha yelled at her, "What're you doing, getting drunk with him?!"
"Why d'u care, Yamsha? It ain't non ou your buznes."
"It is my bussiness because I love you! Come back to me, Bulma! I'm so, so sorry about the falling accident but, like I said, I'll make it up to you. Just you and me!"
"You cand haver." Vegeta refused, sounding seriously weird drunk. "Your justa cheatin bastard an' you don deserva."
"Yeah, cheata!" Bulma yelled. " Geta's better un you, so gelost."
"No he's not!" A very flustered Yamcha protested, "He doesn't love you! He's using you, Bulma! He's a homicidal maniac, you've got to see that!"
Vegeta's growl was all that alerted the human senshi to the release of the ki wave. But it wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't, the prince's drunken aim was far from precise and the blast went shooting off a full five feet from Yamcha's left foot. He laughed.
"I could beat you, Vegeta."
"No you couldn. 'Cause all I gotta do is lookat da moon an' you'll be headin' for da hills..."
Yamcha blinked, what? The moon? He looked upwards at the glowing orb in the sky. It wasn't full, what was Vegeta on about? And, anyway, the prince's tail got swiped a couple years ago. Was he really that out of it?
"No, I won't."
"Yesh you will." Bulma replied, holding onto Vegeta with one arm and giving Yamcha the finger while dangling dangerously far away from the prince. "Geta's got royal blud. He doneed a FURL moon an' his tail gru bak."
Yamcha peered sceptically through the darkness, not sure whether this was real information or drunken blather. To his surprise and hatred it was there, waving its furry length at him. In a very uncharacteristic manner, Yamcha growled. He'd known Vegeta had saved Bulma and she was grateful for that, was this just her taking the Saiya-jin out to dinner as a thank you, or was it something deeper? He didn't know. He didn't care. He wanted that damn man down and screaming for mercy. Now was probably the only chance he'd get to do it.
With superhuman speed Yamcha launched himself at Vegeta, white ki blazing.
"Waita second." The other man ordered and set Bulma down on the roof of a nearby building where she sat, staring drunkenly up at the two of them.
In her drunken state she didn't think about the fact that Yamcha had cheated on her and began to watch the two of them, trying to decide which one she wanted more...
Up in the air, Yamcha launched the first strike. Because Vegeta was intoxicated with alcahol the human was sure he wouldn't put up much of a fight and he could just beat him silly, take Bulma home and take advantage of the fact that she too was off her head. He'd never had so many good chances thrown at him!
It turned out that his chances weren't quite as good as Yamcha had planned. Vegeta's drunkenness didn't slow him down half as much as expected.
"Izat th' best yov got?" The Saiyan challenged, dodging Yamcha's flying head aimed punch.
"Nowhere near, monkey boy." Yamcha hissed under his breath, letting lose a stream of powerful ki blasts.
'He's gorra nice arse.' Bulma thought from the rooftop, 'But th' other guys more aggressive. Ah! But he looks like he's gorra bigger...'
Vegeta drunkenly dodged all of Yamcha's blasts and flew at the taller man, doing his best to nail him on the chin. He missed, but barely. Yamcha gritted his teeth. Despite being drunk, Vegeta was putting up more than a fight.
'Damn you, motherfucker! You're not having any one of my girls, especially this one!'
The prince executed a sloppy rolling kick, but it was more than enough to send Yamcha slamming headfirst into the pavement 50 feet below. As he pulled himself from the concrete Yamcha came up with a plan. The tail. Had Vegeta trained it to resist pain yet? Yamcha didn't know, but it was worth a try... As Vegeta came in for yet another uncharacteristically inprecise attack Yamcha managed to get behind him, grabbing what turned out to be a very soft Saiya-jin tail.
Vegeta froze as unbeleiveably powerful pain shot through every part of his body via his tail. Complete and unrivaled AGONY tore through his now unprotected body as Yamcha squeezed his furry tail with all the might in his human hands.
Bulma, still up on the building, shouted encouragement to her agonised companion, unaware that his defeat was near.
Tail still held with one hand, Yamcha pulled back the other and knocked his greatly weakened opponent out with one hit. Laying the unresponsive form of the once proud Vegeta on the ground Yamcha pulled out a needle from his back pocket. Bending down he rammed the sharp implement's point into the Saiya-jin's soft skin and deep into the muscle.
'So much for the mega-powerfull Vegeta,' Yamcha thought, 'Defeated by one night on the town with my girl and his newfound drinking habits...'
Leaving the Saiya-jin in a disgraceful heap on the sidewalk, Yamcha flew up to Bulma on the top of the building.
"H-hey, where's Geta?" She asked stupidly.
"He's taking a little nap." Yamcha replied, still using her drunkenness to his advantage. "I beat him in the fight and he's admitted that he hates you."
Bulma's big blue eyes widened, "Wha'? Naw, Geta doesn't hate me, you do. I dun like you anymore, so you gotta go away, alrigh?"
"Oh no, Bulma. You aren't leaving yet and neither am I."
He advanced toward her, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"None of my girls can deny me, got it? You included. Now, just lie down and let me in."
Bulma felt fear well up inside her. "N-no way!" The main effects of her many drinks was beginning to wear off, leaving her alone and scared.
Her foot backed into the low wall surrounding the edge of the roof.
"Come on, baby. I won't take long, I promise..."
Bulma screamed as he leapt at her, side-stepping him and running to the other end of the roof.
'Vegeta, save me!' She pleaded silently, 'Geta, I'm scared, help me...'
Down below her on the concrete paving stones of the alley, a heavily drugged mind stirred.
'Bulma...'
Yamcha leapt at her again, this time Bulma rolled underneath him and turned to face her ex.
"Look, Yamcha. This is crazy. We're split up and I don't love you anymore. Please, don't do this..." The effects of the alcahol seemed to be gone almost completely, somehow or other.
Yamcha laughed loudly. "We're not over yet, Bulma dear. I still love you and I'm gonna get my satisfaction!" He ended in a scream and leapt at her again, his bodyweight hitting her square in the chest and forcing her over backwards.
"VEGETA!! HELP ME!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Your precious Saiya-jin isn't going to be up for a very long time now." Yamcha told her as he ripped hungrily at her shirt.
"How long... Is very long?" A familiar voice managed to say from behind him.
Vegeta stood, his left hand clutching the tube of the needle still wedged deep in the muscle of his right arm. The drug no-longer kept him down and out, but Vegeta's head was spinning and he felt sick for the first time in his life.
'I let myself be hurt by that fool! This is unacceptable!'
"NANI?!"
"Vegeta!"
Pure anger ran through the drugged prince's veins and he took a step forward, making sure to disguise his dizziness as it was a major weakness. In a sudden burst of speed Yamcha was on his feet, a glittering knife held to Bulma's ivory neck. Her eyes bugged with fear and she let out a strangled scream.
"Yamcha," She said quickly, "We're over. Please, just leave me..."
"Oh yeah, and leave you alone in a house with a homicidal maniac?" He sneered, "The man you're hoping will help you is likely to bring you death one day and I'm not about to allow that..."
"You want to do the deed yourself? 'Cause that's sure what it looks like. YOU'RE the one with a ruddy big knife held to my throat, Yamcha. Vegeta wouldn't lay a finger on me with murderous intentions."
"Don't sound so sure, Bulma."
Her words hit him like a tsunami. It was exactly what the warrior of the wolf fang fist didn't want to hear. Vegeta took another step forwards, cursing the spinning in his head.
"NO!" Yamcha screamed, "I don't beleive it!"
Releasing Bulma and throwing her back to the ground he hurled the knife at Vegeta and flew off into the night.
Vegeta caught the spinning knife by the hilt and stuck it deep into the concrete wall. Then he helped Bulma up and took her in his arms.
"Geta..."
"Bulma, are you all right?" He asked, concern evident in his normally flat tone.
"I'm okay, just a bit flustered, I guess. What about you? Are you okay?"
"A little dizzy, that's all." He gestured to the needle, "Damn freak tried to drug me."
"He's a bit lacking in the brains department..." She tightened her grip on the Saiya-jin prince, "Geta, let's go."
He shook his head, trying to clear it. "No, I don't think so."
Bulma looked up at him, "You absolutely sure you're okay?"
"Just... dizzy." He replied, "It wouldn't be smart to try and fly."
Just then he was hit by a particularly strong wave of nausea and stumbled backwards, trying to regain his head. Bulma helped him sit.
"That stuff's pretty strong." She commented as she removed the needle from his arm, "I wonder what it is." She peered at the tiny remaining ammount of liquid, but it was too dark to see the colour. "So, what do we do now? I don't have any hoi poi capsules with me, so I guess we're stuck until you feel better."
Vegeta nodded drowsily. It was becoming more and more difficult to stay awake. With great effort he managed to reach out and pull her close to him. Bulma rested her head on his muscled shoulder and sighed contentedly.
"You know, Geta, last week I would've preferred to die to this." She told him, "We've come a long way." Reaching out she touched his tail, now bruising badly, and placed it in her lap. "Man, that must've hurt."
He nodded again. Hurt was an understatement. He felt like he had been flung through the five hells and out the other side when someone grabbed his tail. The prince flicked the end of it, making Bulma giggle as it tickled her palm. Very carefully she began to stroke the brown fur, sending ripples of pleasure through her companion. He was soon asleep, her smaller body relaxed against his. Sighing contentedly, Bulma blocked all memory of Yamcha's attack from her mind and thought about the fun she'd had in the day. She joined Vegeta in sleep soon after.