Title: Drunken Bulma Blues
Author: Divinus Vivi (aka Kira)
Anime/Manga/etc.: Dragonball Z
Topic: Vegeta not helping Bulma and Vegeta not caring about that stupid woman
Rating: PG…I suppose? I'm not good with rating.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): VegetaxBulma of course
Warnings/Spoilers: Gah, sadly, I don't know. I don't think so.
Word Count: 610
Summary: Bulma is cold…how will Vegeta fix this problem? (And get your bleeding minds out of the gutters…)
Disclaimer: Dragonball/Z/GT/whatever is not mine. Don't sue cause I'll laugh, kthx.
A/N: I am going to get so shot for this because Vegeta is so not in character at all. And I wonder if Bulma even does this sort of thing to begin with. Well, at any rate, this is part of Sugar and Spice, my drabble/one-shot collection on these two. Gah! Does Vegeta even still have a cape! Does it matter? No. Because in my mind, he was wearing one when this occurred. And don't even let me get started on the title. Er…first VegetaxBulma too, tell me how I do?

Bulma was drunk. No, she was more than just drunk. She was completely and utterly wasted. It took a little less than two full bottles of some very strong wine until she was babbling about random and incoherent things. But Vegeta reasoned, as he tried to put as much space as he could between him and the blue-eyed girl, that she babbled about nonsense even when she wasn't drunk.

"V-Vegeta, just w-where are you…you going?" Bulma asked, giving him an angry glare. She had been right in the middle of telling him a rather interesting, or so in her view, story about the trip she made to the market today. It was all pointless in Vegeta's view.

"Away from you, woman. I've had enough of your incessant babbling and I'd like to get back to my training," he snapped rather venomously. Really, he had only come in from the gravity room for a bit to grab a quick snack. And then Bulma started on her bloody drunken nonsense. Normally, Vegeta would have shaken her off, but Bulma was being excessively clingy today.

"You can't go yet…I…I was j-just getting to the r-really good…parts," she mumbled as she stood up to follow him, again.

"I do not care about your day. I do not care that you keep insisting on telling me. I do care, however, that you are interrupting my training time," Vegeta growled, and immediately shook Bulma off of the arm she had attached herself to.

Bulma stumbled backwards and landed on the couch with a quiet 'oof!' She didn't look hurt, in fact, she was yawning. She stretched out her limbs and then lay down on her side, curling up like a cat.

Vegeta stared. This woman never ceased to flabbergast him. It was as if she was specifically made to torture him in all sorts of ways Vegeta never knew you could torture a person. One minute, she was positively clinging to him and then, she was sprawled out on the couch, sleeping as soundly as a drunk person could.

And now, she was shivering! Vegeta had no idea why he was raving mad at the woman for shivering. Possibly because somewhere in the back of his mind, he was relating it to how weak humans were. But he never actually thought of the woman as weak. Brainless and completely without purpose, maybe. But not weak. Vegeta sighed after a moment when the shivers did not disappear. He took the cape from his shoulders and threw it over her, watching as her shivering instantly died. Vegeta smirked smugly, as if he had just conquered a planet or something, and left.

Some hours later, when Vegeta entered the living area, he found Bulma sitting up with his cape still wrapped around her. He had told himself all the way there that he was not coming in just to check on the woman and he was not going to help her if her limbs were too stiff and she could not move. And he certainly was not worried at all. That is, until he saw the way Bulma looked at him when he entered the room. She was smiling and tugging the cape a little closer to her, as if she was afraid if she let it go, then Vegeta would vanish before her very eyes. Her smile wasn't all together kind. It held a very malicious intent, Vegeta could see it hidden behind the sugary coating that her twinkling blue eyes provided.

And as Vegeta stood there, watching Bulma smile at him with something akin to sweet venom, he somehow knew that he would never know peace again.

OWARI