Vegeta finally snapped back to reality. A reality and a time that he had to pretend that he was of common blood, and an honest, hardworking man. It made him want to puke. Recovering from his shock, he noticed Bulma was no longer with him and instead was with the young energetic man that he couldn't remember the name. He noticed Bulma talking across the man to the white haired girl with her hand on his leg. Vegeta felt liquid dripping from his fingers. He looked down to see he had shattered the beer bottle and the glass had strewn over the floor. He scoffed and wiped his hand on his pants. He leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed and looked out the window. He had no interest in participating in this pre celebration of the celebration.

Bulma looked over at Vegeta who now seemed to be pouting. She chuckled to herself and drank water from her glass. After choking on the vodka she figured she had to slow down a little. She felt someone take a seat beside her. She looked over to see a pretty woman in a, from what she could make out, a dark purple, turtle neck dress that showed enough of the side of her breast to make a man go crazy. Her brown hair was tied up in a slick ponytail to show off her remarkable cheekbones and sharp features. Despite the darkness, Bulma recognized her to be Tara, one of the girls that often accompanied the party to whatever event they were having. Unfortunately, Bulma couldn't remember which one of the men she was friends with because she was always introduced by a different man as their partner for the evening.

"Bulma!" she piped.

"Hey Tara!" she yelled, the music blaring in her ear. "How are you?" she didn't really care but Jackson was busy with the white haired girl, so she figured she may as well preoccupy herself.

"I am excellent, thanks for asking" she answered quickly. "Look what Marcus bought me!" Tara exclaimed. She extended her wrist in Bulma's face, making sure she got a good look. Bulma couldn't focus on the jewelry, so she grabbed the girl's wrist and lowered it to view it properly.

When she was able to focus she was able to see a strap with sparkling gems. It dangled from her wrist elegantly. The piece was quite beautiful.

"Wow" Bulma said in awe. "This is a real piece of work".

"I know right!" Tara exclaimed. Bulma noticed she seemed a little too eager to show this piece off.

Bulma examined the piece a little closer and a coy smile spread across her face.

"Say, isn't this a Baton Manier bracelet?" she asked.

"It is!" she beamed, obviously trying to seem humble. "I requested Marcus to buy me one but I didn't think he would! You know, because they're so expensive" she stated while glancing at Bulma.

Bulma dropped Tara's wrist, looked up at her and gave her a smile. "I can't believe he would buy you something this extraordinary. How long have you guys been going out?"

"Um…"

While Tara was trying to sort out her story, Bulma already had a feeling about the details of their "relationship". She finally remembered that Tara was dating Marcus's best friend, Todd. But Marcus had always had a crush on her so he most likely showered her with gifts to get her to dump Todd. Unfortunately for Todd, she was that shallow, but unfortunately for Tara, Marcus was very cheap.

Tara finally came up with a story and started telling her story about how she and Marcus had a "destined" encounter, but Bulma's focus was now being pulled towards Vegeta who was still moping into the window. She would have really rather to be with him. She dumped the last few drops of her water on the floor and asked Jackson, still sitting beside him, to get her a beer. Jackson withdrew a cold beer from the cooler and handed it to Bulma. She twisted off the cap and took a gulp. She had to brace herself for Tara's story.

It helped that the car was dark because if anyone had seen the face Vegeta was pulling, they would have thought he was about to murder someone. He scowled at the window to avoid making eye contact with anyone. This was such a waste of his time, but he definitely couldn't just blast the door open and fly off. He would have to deal with Bulma's wrath once she got home.

While still staring at the buildings passing by he felt someone sit beside him. He made sure to ignore whoever it was but Vegeta figured it was Bulma because a delicate hand placed itself on his thigh and the other on the back of his neck. He was still upset with her and was not in the mood to play her games.

"Bulma, I don't want to…" As he started to turn and before he could finish his sentence, a pair of lips locked onto his.

Before he could deepen the kiss, assuming Bulma had realized her mistake and was asking for forgiveness, a bitter, dry taste started to form in his mouth as he felt a tongue shoving its way in. He jolted back, breaking the kiss and also revealing his attacker which was the pink haired girl. What he couldn't understand, was why his woman was trying to jam her foul tasting tongue into his mouth. She wiped a bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She leaned towards him, pressing her breast together to grab Vegeta's attention.

"What don't you want to do with Bulma?" the girl asked seductively.

Ignoring her question Vegeta asked "Who the hell are you?"

The pink haired girl was taken aback. No one had ever treated her like that. "Um, excuse you!" said a voice behind the girl. Vegeta looked over to see that a woman with long curly blond hair was sitting beside his attacker.

"This is Miss Koira. The daughter of Kogaku engineering! Such disrespect!" she fumed. "Do you country people have no sense of greatness?"

Vegeta felt a nerve twitch. If only these petty humans knew he thought. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand trying to remove the bitter taste.

"What right does that give you to infect my mouth with such a bad taste?" he asked, feeling himself getting angry.

"What?!" the blond yelled but the Koira woman raised an arm to stop her and continued her seduction routine.

"You know, no one's ever talked to me like that before"

"And?" he asked dryly.

"I kinda like it" she said, crawling up his arm.

Vegeta was leaning back, trying as hard as possible to avoid this woman even breathing on him.

"You said you didn't want to do anything with Bulma, right?" she cooed.

"When did I…" she put a finger on his lips before he could correct her twisting his words.

She whispered into his ear. "You can do anything and everything you want with me."

Bulma could feel herself getting a little tipsy and she was a little angry that she wasn't more hammered. She should be a lot more far gone if she was going to listen to the rest of Tara's story. She took the final swig of her beer and left it on the floor. She leaned forward to rest her elbow on her thigh and lazily placed her chin in her hand. While listening to Tara, she could feel herself getting sleepy, but she perked right up when Riz came and sat between her and Tara.

"Great story Tar, but you seem a little dry tonight" he handed Tara a martini. "Let me steal Bulma away from you for a moment".

Before Tara could reply he turned around to face Bulma completely. He removed his shades to get a better look at her. A crooked smile formed around his lips.

"B, I gotta tell ya" he said while his eyes looked her up and down. "It has been too long. Where have you been?"

"More like where have you been!" she exclaimed nervously while giving him a playful shove, almost spilling his drink.

Bulma felt a little red. She always became like this whenever Riz looked at her. But for some reason it felt different this time. Almost as if she was being creepily stalked instead of admired. It also seemed as if she was forcing herself to become nervous and it was the alcohol doing most of the talking.

Riz and Bulma had met for the first time a dinner party her parents had hosted. Couples were encouraged to bring their children so Riz parents, brought him along. Bulma at the time was seven and Riz eleven. But she had found him incredibly cute and has had a crush on him since. Even when she was dating Yamcha, she found herself becoming a little nervous around Riz. Mostly because not only is he incredibly attractive, from his beautifully chiseled face down to immaculately kept body, he carried himself with such confidence and poise, which Bulma found herself attracted to. For some reason, he had never tried getting with her. He did often play a flirtatious game, often dropping hints and getting dangerously close to her but never actively pursued her, which was a bit of a blow to her ego. But even when Bulma had found romance with Yamcha he still chatted her up and flirted, so she could never really place where Riz's stance on her was.

But tonight his presence seemed different to her. He still had his devilishly charming crooked smile and kept his head held high, but for some reason his confidence came out as arrogant, as if he had no reason to be stick his nose in the air.

"So what's the deal with that farm guy, Bulma? He seems kind of stuck up, right?" he inquired while leaning into her.

Bulma, realizing she didn't feel flush and nervous as she normally would, straightened up and squared her shoulders to face him.

"Well, he has every right to be. He is the prince of his domain" she stated proudly. She did take a lot of pride in the fact that she was able to seduce an alien prince.

Riz laughed, offending Bulma.

"Are you serious? A farming prince?"

Bulma realized that Vegeta's cover story was now working against her now. How was she going to be able to show up Riz and defend Vegeta? Now that she thought of it, why did she care about what Riz had to say about the Saiyan Prince?

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Koira and her friend fuming at her.

"I can't belive you let such a barbarian stay with you!" the blond shouted. She had pulled out her cell phone and was holding it to her ear.

"I've never been so insulted in my life!" She darted her eyes to Bulma's and cried "I'm going to be sending you the bill!" Tears started pouring down her cheeks, along with her mascara and the duo stormed off to the back of the limo. Through the music she heard the blond one screaming into her phone "Pick us up at the club! We are done for tonight!"

"What do you think that was about?" Riz asked.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders and took a gulp of her drink. Kami, let her get through the night.

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is a little messy, I had a bit of trouble writing it.

Please comment! I would love some feedback on your thoughts of the story so far or how I can improve. Thanks for reading! xox