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Chapter 3
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters from it, I do own this fics story line though and any characters that I create.
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Bulma and Vegeta lay panting on the floor; Bulma�s armour had cracks running through it like spider webs, Vegeta hadn�t managed to break through though, hard as he had tried.
�You know�did it ever occur to you to just take my armour off instead of trying to beat it off?� Bulma rolled onto her stomach and peered at the exhausted saiyan Prince who glared nastily at her,
�Of course I did woman�but I though this would be more fun.�
�Sure you did.� Bulma replied sarcastically, doubting that it had even occurred to him.
She staggered to her feet and caught her breath again, Vegeta clambered to his feet and unsteadily made his way towards her,
�I�m not letting you go that easily�� Vegeta took another step towards her and then with out any warning he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
�Weakling�what a weak�ling�� Bulma�s speech faltered and fell to the floor just as quickly as Vegeta had, exhaustion getting the better of her.
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Bulma awoke to find herself in a regen tank, the green liquid restricting her eye site so that everything appeared as a blur.
�I thin she�s healed�vitals are strong�neural kinetics and good�� Bulma caught snatched of the doctor�s conversation. She wondered what had become of Vegeta? He probably hadn�t been put in a tank; after all he hadn�t been the one being smacked around by a saiyan.
Bulma heard a �Pinging� noise and then a whirring as the liquid was drained away, she pulled off the oxygen mask and cracked her neck from side to side as she hopped out, ignoring the smirk of the guard as he glanced over her naked form.
�Get a life�� Bulma hissed at the offending guards as she took the offered uniform from the doctor and slipped into an adjacent room to change. When she immerged she could hear the guard in their laughing at something his companion had said, the doctor smiled apologetically as she came out.
�Hey sweet heart anytime you want to spar with me just give me a call.� The guard laughed uproariously at his own joke, Bulma full to the hilt of male testosterone whiled and glared him,
�Shut the fuck up.� Snarl.
And with that she walked away, in a worse mood then she had awoken in, Eighteen was in their room when she got back, as usual the blond was preening in front of a mirror.
�Heard you had a pretty rough time with Vegeta last night.� She smiled knowingly at Bulma in the mirror. Bulma growled something in return and hopped onto her bunk. Gritting her teeth as Eighteen chuckled, �Man girl you need to learnt to just relax and take what guys give you.�
Bulma remained silent, not trusting herself to speak.
Eighteen turned around and giggled, �Girl! Come on! I mean the Prince has the hots for you! Do know how many women would want to be in your shoes? I don�t know what�s wrong with you!�
�Neither do I.� Bulma slumped down and looked at Eighteen miserably, �I know I should happy that he favours me�I mean I could do a lot worse, Vegeta is pretty good looking��
�And smart�� Eighteen chimed in,
�And strong�� Bulma sighed, �But I just don�t like him for some reason�I am attracted to him, I just�he just�he irritates the hell out of me. He reminds of a cockroach � no matter how many times you kill it its seems to keep coming back to life so it can scuttle around the edge of your life and boss you around and send your friends out on suicided mission so it can get a chance to seduce you!� Bulma was breathing hard, her hands curled into fists.
�I�m guess that somewhere along the line you stopped talking about the cockroach and went back to Vegeta right? Because I tell you, I�ve never had a cockroach try to seduce me.�
�That�s not true.� Bulma looked up and grinned, �Zarbon came onto you a few times.�
Eighteen collapsed onto the bed and she and Bulma hung onto each other giggling.
�Hey got a joke for you.� Eighteen sat up, �Why do men have trouble making eye contact?�
�Why?� Bulma grinned in anticipation,
�Because breasts don�t have eyes!� They collapsed into giggles again.
�Got one for you too�� Bulma giggled again and then got herself under control, �How is going to the circus different to going to a singles bar?�
�How?�
�At the circus clowns don�t talk.� Eighteen howled with laughter and fell off the bed with a thump, starting them both off laughing again.
�Got another! Got another! What did God say after creating man?
�What?� Bulma�s eyes gleamed,
�I can do better then that!� Eighteen and Bulma cackled, �We need a night out, just us two.� Eighteen sat up and wiped some tears from her eyes, �What do you say? You, me and the nearest bar with vodka? Sound tempting?�
�Extremely!� Bulma hopped up and checked her hair, �I feel an extreme need to get smashed.�
�You should go and find Vegeta again then.� Eighteen cracked, giggling again as they left the room in search of a watering hole.
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Bulma slammed the shot glass down on the bar top and signalled for a refill, she giggled and turned to Eighteen, �Hey what do you call gross stupidity?�
�Whash?� Eighteen drunkenly giggled back,
�156 men in one room.� Bulma swallowed her vodka and gritted her teeth as it burnt a trail down her throat, Eighteen laughed, choked on the vodka she was swallowing and then laughed some more.
�Miss Bulma?� a voice said,
Bulma froze for a second and then turned around to face a saiyan who looked vaguely familiar, �Yeash? Wha?� Bulma glanced at Eighteen and they giggled, remembering the hundreds of jokes they had poured through.
�Umm�Vegeta wants to see you in his room.� The saiyan shifted his weight nervously, �He said to come now.�
�Of course he did.� Bulma grabbed the bottle of vodka the bar man had left conviently close and stood up with the help of the saiyan who she recognised as Kakarot, �Lead on.�
�Sure...� Kakarot put an arm about her waist and managed to manoeuvre her out of the bar and towards a shuttle that was parked outside.
�Ba-bye cutie pie!� Eighteen waved and blew a kiss at Kakarot who blushed and hurried them onwards.
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�Hi Vegeta.� Bulma chirped in a overly voice as drunks are prone to doing, she zig zagged across the carpet and collapsed onto his couch, lifting the bottle of vodka to her lips and swallowing a little too much.
�What the hell have you been doing?� Vegeta snatched the bottle away and looked at it for a few seconds before taking a swig himself, �Do you know what could have happened to you at a bar?�
�I could have gotten drunk?� Bulma giggled and tried to snatch to bottle back.
�No you brainless woman! You could have been killed or�or caught up in a brawl.� Vegeta took another swallow and sat down next to her, �Fuck it all Bulma! Why the hell did you have to get drunk? I can�t sleep with you when you�re drunk.�
�Why the hell not?� Bulma lay back and smirked at him, �It�ll be more fun.�
Vegeta looked frustrated, �No doubt it would be but in the morning you�d get angry and�vocal�and you�d bitch at me.�
�How do you know?� Bulma tried unsuccessfully to get the bottle back again.
�Because you strike me as a typical strong minded woman.� Vegeta took another drink and muttered, �Maybe if I get drunk this wont seem so wrong��
�I won�t bitch at you, I promise.� Bulma snuggled down on Vegeta�s shoulder and wrapped her arms around his chest, �Come on�just one wittle kissshh��