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Chapter Four
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.
Vegeta lent into the kiss but quickly pulled back and rubbed his temples with one hand while he gently pushed Bulma away with the other.
�Bulma, your incredibly sexy and I�d like to kiss you�hell I�d love to sleep with you tonight but your drunk.�
�So?� Bulma slumped back against the chair and watched Vegeta take another long pull of Vodka, coughing slightly as it burnt his throat.
�So I can�t�well�won�t sleep with you because it�d be wrong. It�s against my morals.�
�You don�t have any morals you Vegeta.� Bulma closed her eyes as the room rocked unsteadily, �Or at least those are the rumours�� She got on her knees and lent close to Vegeta�s ear, �You�re a monster they say�your cruel and heartless�� Bulma paused and tiled her head as he turned to look at her, �And of course the latest whisper is that your insatiable in bed, Eighteen cant wait to fuck you.�
�So why are you so reluctant?� Vegeta took another drink and blinked as the room blurred at of focus and then refocused, he glanced at the bottle and noticed that it was empty, with a toss of his arm he sent it flying away to smash into a wall.
Bulma chuckled, �I spent my whole life playing whore to the lizard man and all his little buddies. I�m not eager to take up the role of slut again.�
�Well I wont share you around�� Vegeta�s face hardened, �You�d be mine�all mine.�
�Stupid Frieza�� Bulma ignored Vegeta�s remark and frowned,
�Yeah�he killed my entire planet�he was a real dumb ass.� Vegeta yawned, �I�m glad he�s dead.�
�Yeah�yeah�dumb Frieza�� Bulma�s eyes closed and she lapsed into a drunken slumber, oblivious to Vegeta as he ranted on to nobody about Frieza.
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�So was he good in bed?� Bulma awoke in her own quarters to find Eighteen hovering over her.
�What?� Bulma rubbed a hand against her forehead, although her altered genes could eliminate a hang over her head still felt fuzzy
�Was Vegeta good in bed?� Eighteen jumped up and paced, �I mean I know you were really smashed last night but you must remember something.�
�I�� Bulma could remember going to his apartment and him stealing the bottle of vodka and drinking it all himself�she could remember kissing him and then something to do with Frieza had been discussed�
Bulma shrugged giving up, �I can�t remember a damn thing�to tell you the truth I think I may have passed out.�
�He was that good?�
�No I mean I think I passed out as soon as I got there�I don�t think we even slept together. How did I get home?� Bulma abruptly changed the subject.
�You stumbled in here a few hours ago, still pretty smashed�but you did look all dishevelled so I assumed he had his way with you and sent you on your way.� Eighteen pulled off her night shirt and began dressing for the day, �By the way number 367 is back form Planet Cold�apparently King Kold sent her here as a peace offering to Vegeta�the old fools shit scared Vegeta�s gonna attack and rip him to shreds.�
�367? Chichi? I always knew Frieza has sent her to planet Cold�how does she look?� Bulma tried to remember Chichi, it was hard but she could just remember Chichi the last time she had seen her, a small 10 year old with black hair in pigtails and wide black eyes.
�She�s doing well�according to her she simply cooked and cleaned for Kold�his taste in woman runs to the pale and scaly.�
�Lucky for her.� Bulma began dressing herself, and then followed Eighteen as she led her into another room where a beautiful black haired young woman was sleeping.
�Wow�she�s so big�� Bulma smiled slightly, �How old is she now?�
�Fifteen or sixteen I think�she�s at that age where she thinks she all grown up and mature.� The blond haired Eighteen chuckled, �Its so adorable�I wish I could have kids.�
�Really? I don�t.� Bulma rolled her eyes, �But then neither of us ever will thanks to Frieza genetic engineers.�
�Yeah, were about as fruitful as�well�concrete.�
�Concrete?� Bulma raised an eyebrow, �You�re weird.�
�Too true.� Eighteen tugged on Bulma�s hand and they left the room, �So you didn't sleep with him huh? That�s really unbelievable.�
�Come off it.� Bulma slumped in one of their dining room chairs and toyed with her hair, �Anyway I said I don�t think we slept together�I cant really remember what happened.�
�Man�that�s too bad.� Eighteen sat down and handed Bulma a steaming cup of coffee.
�So what happened to you after I left?� Bulma took a sip and made a face, Eighteen was not good in the kitchen.
�Oh I met one of Vegeta�s little minions and went back to his place. He wasn�t much to look at but boy was this guy great in the sack.� Eighteen looked smug.
�So what was his name?� Bulma took another sip and made another grimace, �You did get his name right?�
�Oh sure! I just can�t remember it.�
�Oh brother!� Bulma shook her head in astonishment,
�It began with a �K� it was Killen�or Kremlin�or Krellor�Krillot�something along those lines.� Eighteen took a sip of her own coffee and spluttered, he quickly put it down and wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, �He was a saiyan�that I can remember he has a cute sexy tail. Anyway we went back to his place, had some more drinks and then had a little fun. I�m meeting him again tonight.� Eighteen burst into a grin, �I have a date! A date!�
�Wow�� Eighteen dating? Has the world gone mad!? �I always knew you�d settle down some day.� Yeah right�
�Well don�t get your hopes up�I might get tired of him or he might turn out to be married or something. Did you here about Deidre?� Eighteen swiftly changed the subject, �It turned out that Frank had like 4 other girlfriends��
A knock on the door interrupted and Bulma got up to answer it, to face Goku and a really short saiyan.
�Uh�Hi.� Bulma stepped out of the way as they marched into the apartment, Goku�s eyes shifted around the apartment and he moved his weight from foot to foot.
�Kremlin!� Eighteen shouted as she saw the little guy,
�Ah�actually its Krillen.� The short guy blushed, �But that�s ok,� He took Eighteens hand and they walked over to the couch deep in conversation.
Bulma blinked, unable to believe her eyes as she saw Eighteen reduced to �High School Crush� stage again.
�Man�� Bulma shook her head, �That�s weird. So what do you want?� Bulma held up an hand and stalled Goku before he could talk, �Wait let me guess�� Bulma made a show of trying to read Goku�s mind, �Vegeta wants me!�
�Wow how�d you guess?� Goku looked like an excited puppy, �Are you psychic too?�
�Umm�sure�� Bulma was about to say more when the door to Chichi�s room opened and she stumbled out.
�Coffee�must�have�coffee�� She rubbed at her face and ignored everyone in the room and went to kitchen. Goku stared after her, his eyes as wide as saucers.
�She�s really pretty.� Goku made a purring noise, on the couch Eighteen made a giggling sound but Bulma chose not to look and see what was making her giggle.
�Look can we go? I�ll introduce you to Chichi when we get back.� Bulma dragged Goku through the doorway.
�Chichi�� Goku strained his neck to try and see her again as Bulma slammed the door shut behind them.
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