Pride & Prejudice D.B.Z
Chapter Twenty Eight
Bulma raised her head lightly, feeling the soft lumpy surface under her and wondered at what exactly was happening to her as her surroundings came into focus and she found herself lying in mid daze and confusion on the largest couch in her lounge of all places to end up after waking up from unconsciousness.
Shaking her head, her now light strands of hair flowing about with her, she sat up straight and tried to regain her memory and it seemed as if she had lost half the night to supposed amnesia.
She distinctly remembered going to Goku and ChiChi's engagement party, though when she wasn't sure considering the timing she was currently experiencing was unclear, the day unsure, clearly enjoying a dinner while Vegeta attempted to consume a deathly variation of his own 'distracted' creation, punching Yamcha straight in the face was a vivid point in her mind, especially the reason as to the brutal action, his sick twisted words and the way he had casually acted after his crimes. However, her favorite part happened to be when ChiChi had basically thrown her and Vegeta into one another's arms in the middle of the dance floor and Vegeta had had no option but to slow dance with her all the way across the dance floor, talking to her actively and positively at first but in the end she had simply leaned against him and from that point a comforting silence had fallen amongst them as they blissfully rotated, in peace and solitude. And that was where she was lost and oblivious and it seemed that her waking up on the sofa just happened to be the next point afterwards, the next step from dancing despite having lost over twelve hours of her memory.
"What happened to me?" she questioned herself worriedly, getting to her shaking feet when she suddenly realized that she was still fully clothed in her emerald green party dress whereas her every article of jewelry had been carefully removed and placed in front of her on the coffee table, as if the person responsible had not wanted her to even get a miniscule cut while sleeping and remain undisturbed in her slumber. Her heels were at the edge of sofa, placed straight up and together smartly so that she felt odd about the entire situation, lost on who could have possibly done this, she was so far gone even possible candidates weren't coming to her though the answer was so blatantly obvious. It was only when she looked up with weak and exhausted eyes, her lids hanging over, eyelashes drooping that she got the shock of her life, causing her heart to leap up in her throat and choke her as she backed up, falling into the sofa amongst the many tossed about and arranged cushions for her sleeping comfort, until she regained her composure and breathing control.
Vegeta sat sound asleep in the sofa chair he had always occupied from the first time he stepped into the Capsule Corporation nearly five months ago when Bunny had started serving every possible tea time treat while Dr.Briefs had bored him with constant scientific technical discussions. That was the same seat he had been sitting in, Bulma remembered, when she had walked in and he'd spit his coffee all over the rug and her mother hadn't bothered at the stain, had been to keen on pushing Bulma to Vegeta's unsatisfied attention. That was again the same position where he'd been when Yamcha had come over an entire month ago to take her out and Vegeta had been picking on him, and once more when Yamcha had come over for dinner and sat down to converse with Vegeta when he'd been in that pink shirt he enjoyed wearing and only hated it simply because of its color. That sofa chair was now claimed by him, his possession and he'd resided in it to such an extent that the very shape of his figure had begun to change the shape of the sofa chair, it seemed merely as if it had been constructed for him, the structure to Vegeta's very person.
He lay there now, slumped, still in his white buttoned shirt and black pants though the jacket with his adorable corsage seemed to be absent, his hair slightly bent over and sticking out at random angles, thoroughly messed up, wrinkles in his forehead as if he was disturbed even within his dreams, eyes firmly closed, arms naturally folded across his chest and Bulma had to smile at this, disbelieving that even when asleep his was still in regular posture, his natural position unchanged, he was that determined to keep up appearances just because he was a Saiyan Prince.
Bulma couldn't help but flush as realization at last dawned on her and she figured it out, that Vegeta had been the kind hearted soul to so gently set her up upon the sofa to sleep peacefully, though she had never before thought that she would ever use 'Vegeta' and 'kind hearted soul' in the same sentence. But there was no doubt about it, even as she her gaze moved over the slowly breathing figure that he had been the one responsible for soft applying head rest for her and making the sofa as relaxing as possible, had removed all those possibly piercing material possessions on her so that they would not poise even the most minor of threats, had been the one who had sat across from her while she remained asleep, guarding the area, sitting right there to make sure nothing happened to her overnight in case she awoke startled or was caught off guard, remained there as if he was actually protecting her and Bulma suddenly understood though it was a bit difficult to accept at first but at long last she understood.
Vegeta truly did have a heart.
"I wonder if he remembers anything" she mused thoughtfully once she brushed away her assumptions and mental thanks to her fellow being, once again resuming to her feet, this time with nothing to terrify her back hurtling to the sofa. Instead she attempted to creep out of the room , bare foot of course, without waking up the dreamer in the sofa but to no avail because as soon as she set one single tip toe on the creaky wooden floor board Vegeta's eyes flickered open and he immediately sat up in confusion, his bow tie undone and curling around his neck so that he ripped it off in annoyance and threw it aside with pure disgust before looking up and seeing her there, watching him throw a tantrum over nothing but the mere articles of his incomplete tuxedo and to her amusement, she noticed the slight magenta creep up in his face.
"Good morning Vegeta. Sleep well?" she greeted, tracing her steps back and once again landing on the larger sofa, though seating herself by choice this time so that she could hassle details of the previous night out of him.
"When did you wake up?" he asked, yawning slightly, blinking his eyes several times so he was able to see clearly as opposed to the blurry vision he'd had seconds before.
"Just now. I was a bit confused when I did though…I can't even remember how I got here" she admitted, blushing slightly, wondering what an idiot she must have seemed to him, not knowing how she was getting about places.
"You don't remember because you were asleep" he informed her in an expressionless voice, unbuttoning his collar so that he could massage his tightened neck, gritting his teeth as the button broke off in his hand, defacing the suit further.
"I was asleep? What do you mean I was asleep? How could I just fall asleep at a party?" she started up worriedly, unable to believe how bad she must have passed out at the party and began to wonder whether everything else was okay back with ChiChi and Goku.
"Would you calm down? You just got a little drunk!" Vegeta answered in flustered voice while he broke off his second button, as if trying to rush past any details he might have to reveal in the process but Bulma had already plunged into a fit, hurdling constant questions his way as she stood up in a bolt and began pacing around the coffee table nonstop.
"Oh my God! I was drunk! Seriously, drunk?" she shrieked so that Vegeta reacted by leaning back, letting the buttons fall and roll into cave like corners, never to be found again, and rolling his eyes at the fury of her dramatics, as if the situation wasn't serious in the least. "Oh shit! What did I do? Was I making an idiot of myself? Is that why I passed out? What did I do when I was drunk? Vegeta, for God's sake, tell me before I suffer from heart trauma!" she bawled after coming to a stop right above Vegeta who was so taken aback by the heart trauma comment he immediately set to explaining, briefly but informatively what exactly had happened to her as he rose to his own feet.
"You were acting like a real idiot if you want the truth" he admitted with not much resentment before carrying on. "It doesn't matter though because everyone else was also drunk and they were all doing idiotic things so you blended in well! Afterwards, you just passed out and I had to fly you home and then I brought your hover car back…is thatenough?"
Bulma listened to this relation on Vegeta's behalf, still unsure and made a point of asking further, positive he was hiding something as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders forcefully .
"What exactly did I DO when I was drunk Vegeta?" she further pestered to which he merely flushed deeply in the cheeks before muttering in a rather irritated voice, "You just did rather stupid things! I didn't exactly spend the entire night keeping track of you! I had better things to do!"
"Why, did you get drunk to?" she questioned without thinking in misguided innocence, not just wanting to further contradict him, unable to believe his temper could run out so fast just by a few harmless questions about what had basically happened to her.
"That's none of your concern but just to assure you, I was quite right in the head last night…I don't spend my time digesting mind rotting inducements and I suggest you don't either!"
With this final striking comment he stomped off past her and disappeared upstairs, leaving Bulma dazed, finding it very crushing that they'd somehow, once again gotten into an argument. Even after the way they'd spent their time together last night, or the better of it, he was still somehow furious with her and she suddenly came to the heart wrenching conclusion that she must have done something while she hadn't been in a state of mind to upset him so much because they'd only just been getting along so very well. Her love for him, despite everything had refused to wane since she'd confessed it to him; even if it had later been erased from his memory and she thought that maybe he had slightly grown fonder of her since his big awakening. But that 'fondness' had suddenly been destroyed though what exactly she could have possibly done remained a mystery.
"If only he'd just tell me! Then we wouldn't be in this situation!" she cried, getting to her own, suddenly blistering and aching feet to charge out of the lounge in hopes of tailing Vegeta up to his room when the phone in the hallway rang and she couldn't very well ignore it and so had no choice but to answer it despite her furious resistance from doing so.
"Capsule Corporation. Bulma Briefs speaking. May I help you?" Bulma recited of memory in an effortless way, glad she still had something she remembered though it was rather dry when Goku's voice came blurting out of the phone in excitement.
"Hey Bulma! It's Goku! How you been since last night? You really knocked yourself out, didn't you? ChiChi told me what happened and I can't believe you would-OW!"
Goku
broke of abruptly as a crashing noise came and Bulma was sure she
could hear yelling on ChiChi's part in the background and
immediately began questioning worriedly until Goku re-voiced.
"Goku?
Goku? Are you okay? Goku!"
"Sorry…ChiChi just hit me around the side with her rolling pin…apparently I'm not supposed to be mentioning what you did with Vege-OW!!"
Breaking off again she heard ChiChi say something in a very loud voice with a bit of overused explicit language and Goku was trying to calm her down by going, "I'm sorry…honest I am…okay…I'll just invite her…I won't mention anything else" before returning back to the call, flustered and panting.
"Honestly, the temper on that woman-DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!.. Anyway, I called you to ask you, well actually it's ChiChi who should be doing the asking but she's kind of setting something on fire in the kitchen that's making for lunch so she asked me to ask youwhether you want to come over for tea later today if you aren't busy today… Oh, yeah, and would you bring Vegeta along, I'd like to talk to that crabby old Saiyan Prince; he's such a joyful person! Can you make it?"
Bulma paused for a minute, finding the thought of driving over to have tea with ChiChi during her own free leisure time quite enjoyable, plus thrilled that she was closer to finding out what crazy antics she had gotten up to when she had been drunk the previous nights for it had become particularly clear from this phone call that the two lovers knew and knew well. The part where Vegeta would accompany her seemed slightly more unbelievable considering his mood but she didn't tell Goku that part, only that she'd be over some time around five if they were lucky.
"Good thing…ChiChi's been desperate to speak to you all day…she's gone insane…"
"Why is that?" Bulma intervened, wondering if perhaps Goku would just blurt it out so that she wasn't charged with costly suspense until five and couldn't believe her ears when he began speaking on.
"Well…honestly speaking…I don't find it SUCH a big deal…that she'd be this desperate to talk to you about what you did… I guess it was a bit of a shocker…you know him being him and you being…well…YOU…I guess with the situation being the way it is this was bound to happen…so I'm not THAT obsessed….but apparently it's ALL ChiChi can THINK about…I mean it's big that you-OW!! OW!! OW!! I'M SORRY CHICHI! I FORGOT!-" The last thing she heard was ChiChi shouting at Goku while crackles came form the phone line as Goku struggled to place the phone down properly on the cradle. Bulma couldn't help but start laughing, tears of joy and comic relief coming to her eyes, despite her own desperate case with Vegeta, praying for Goku's sake, they were just so funny together.
"One happy couple…"
