The night wore on and eventually Bulma dragged herself home, exhausted but content. She wondered vaguely if Vegeta was sleeping.

She stumbled through the front door and into the kitchen. She saw the chair embedded in the wall and she smiled.
"Poor Vegeta." She said absently. "Doesn't know what to do."
She wandered up to her bedroom. She saw a couple of wine bottles lying on the floor. She narrowed her eyes. They were empty and they were from the expensive liquor cabinet. She ignored them for the most part and continued to her room. A figure was lying against her bedroom door. It was Vegeta. There was a half empty wine bottle in his hand and he had appeared to have passed out by her door.

Guilt overcame her as she drew nearer. She kneeled beside him and patted his cheek gently. He didn't stir. She patted a little harder. He grunted and shifted slightly. She stared at his sleeping form and smiled. She tapped his cheek again.
"Come on Vegeta, wakey wakey." She said. He stirred again. She sighed. "Come on Vegeta." She whispered. His eyes opened slowly. She could tell he was still out of it. He stared at her. "Come on lets get you to bed." She lifted him to his feet, but found the muscle-bound Saiyan a little too heavy for her. He mumbled something that she couldn't quite hear. She decided he could just sleep in her bed and she would take one of the other rooms. She half dragged half carried the drunken Vegeta to her bed. She took off his boots and pulled back her blankets and shoved him into it. As soon as he hit the bed he was out again. She felt kind of stupid tucking him in, but she did it anyway.

He did look kind of cute when he was asleep. She suddenly felt exhausted and decided to sleep on the sofa in her room. She grabbed a spare blanket and dosed off.

When she awoke sunlight was streaming in through her bedroom window. She sat up and saw Vegeta was still asleep in her bed. She laughed when she realised what he must have done when she left the night before.

She stood up and went to her ensuite to have a shower. She undressed and climbed into the shower. The water was warm and refreshing.

Vegeta stirred. He could hear the sound of running water. His eyes opened slightly to take in his surroundings. His head ached horribly. He closed his eyes again. The reality of where he was took a few seconds to sink in. When it did he sat bolt upright in bed. He could smell her everywhere. He had to restrain himself from lying back down and breathing it in.

The shower was going. His head swam horribly and he lay back down. He tried to remember the night before. He remembered being angry at the woman, he remembered the chair. He remembered finding a large wooden cabinet filled with bottles of the substance the earthlings called wine. He sampled some and found the taste pleasing. Then that was all besides blurred memories of stumbling up the passage and falling outside her door; then nothing. He had a feeling the woman had come home and found him lying there. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His eyes opened again. A vague memory of deciding to have the woman floated across his mind. She came out of the shower dressed in a pink bathrobe. He stared at her.

"How was the wine last night?" She joked. He grunted. "You never say much do you." she said drying her hair. "You are really heavy, I was going to take you to your room, but I couldn't manage it." Vegeta climbed out of her bed. He said nothing. Bulma was becoming frustrated.

"Say something." She said.
"I have a splitting headache and you keep pestering me woman."
"I wasn't the one who downed my parents' expensive wine." She retorted. "I was just being polite. I think you need to learn the meaning of the word." He grumbled something. "Excuse me what was that?" Vegeta flushed. Bulma raised her eyebrows in surprise. She wasn't expecting that kind of reaction.
"I said I'm going back to my room." He said loudly which sounded like a lie. He left her standing alone in her room confused.

Vegeta made it half way down the hall before dinner came back up to visit. Bulma heard the thud and the resulting splat. She frowned and leaned out into the hallway. He was on his hands and knees.

"Are you alright?" She asked expecting another outburst of rage.
"I don't know." Came the reply followed by a retch and another splat. She sighed.
"You are like a big baby sometimes Vegeta. At least you'll think twice before you drink again."

Vegeta decided to give in. He was tired and he felt ill. He felt dizzy and sick but he couldn't help but marvel at the determined look in her eyes as she helped him to his feet. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He let her put an arm around him and led him to his own room.

Bulma was tired. She was so tired she didn't care about fighting or arguing with him. She just wanted him asleep in his own bed.
When they reached his room he was staring at her so intently it almost made her uncomfortable. She could tell the wine was still affecting him somewhat. Otherwise he would have fought harder against her help.

He was waiting for that connection again. That feeling that took everything away, that made him forget everything. She looked exhausted, but he needed something from her, some kind of moment, a look, a smile, anything.

He narrowed his eyes. Bulma stared at him blankly. His face twisted into a sneer.

He seemed to get a hold of himself. Instant clarity overtook him and he found himself enraged that he could allow himself to be so weak. Bulma could tell he wanted her out. She was not in the mood for his outburst. She complied and left.

She felt sorry for the Prince. She picked up his empty bottles and went down to the kitchen. She sat down at the table and stared at it glumly.

Vegeta decided to train. He couldn't sleep and he had to sweat her smell off him. He needed to leave. He needed to go. He paused. Why was he staying? Clearly he needed training. Here he was only being distracted. He turned the gravity machine on and stepped inside.