Last Name

Last night, I got served
A little bit too much of that poison baby
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy

Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor
And I let him call me 'baby'
And I don't even know his last name

Bulma felt so groggy. She had a splitting headache. She went to sit up but the room just started spinning.

"What the hell happened last night?" she groaned, clutching at her head.

A very loud snore coming from beside her made her jump.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

She turned to see, what appeared to be, a naked man. At least from the waist up, anyways. He had bulging back muscles and black hair that was sexily tousled. He was laying on his stomach, his face squished into the pillow facing away from her.

Bulma's mind was racing. Who the hell is this guy? What the actual fuck happened last night?! She tried to search her brain for memories of the previous evening.

She remembered going to a bar. Having a few drinks by herself as she moped over her breakup with Yamcha. She vaguely remembered dancing with someone. After that, it was blank. Looking down at her own nude body, she could guess about one thing that had happened. She wasn't upset that she most likely had sex with this stranger. She was more sad that she couldn't remember it. Because this man looked like a sex god. And from the soreness she felt in her thighs, he was definitely true to his looks. She bit her lip as she tentatively moved to stroke her hand down his back. But before her fingers could feel his tanned skin, her phone started ringing. She scrambled out of bed, searching the floor through her scattered belongings.

"Turn that the fuck off," a gravelly voice croaked from the bed. Bulma was taken aback when a pillow hit her. Did he just throw a damn pillow at me?!

"Hey! You ass! Who throws things?!"

Vegeta sat up suddenly at hearing a woman's voice. He came face to face with a naked bluenette staring daggers at him with her hands on her hips. Her curvaceous hips. Mmmm. He didn't even try not to ogle. She was gorgeous.

Bulma began to feel uncomfortable at his staring. She sat on the edge of the bed and covered herself with the sheets. She looked into the handsome face of the man before her. He had a chiseled jawline and an intense widows peak. If she thought he was sexy before, he was even more so now. Damn... She vehemently wished she could remember how they both ended up naked.

Vegeta's thoughts were so muddled. The last thing he remembered was buying someone a drink at the bar. He was guessing this woman was that someone. He normally never got that wasted. Here's hoping nothing too crazy happened.

"Um... so what's your name again?" he asked as he rubbed his temple.

"Bulma."

"Right. Name's Vegeta in case you forgot."

His name jogged the memory of his approach last night, his smirk having made her feel butterflies. Their laughter. And the kiss they had shared on the dance floor.

"So you don't remember much from last night either?" she questioned him.

"Only that I got shitfaced." He looked up at her. "You?"

"It's foggy, coming back in bits and pieces."

"Well, I'm guessing we hooked up," he said, feeling the same sadness at not being able to remember sleeping with this beauty.

"Hence the mutual nakedness," Bulma said cheekily. Vegeta smirked at her wit.

The hotel room phone interrupted whatever moment the two were having. Vegeta answered, "hello?"

"Good morning, sir. Just calling to remind you that check out is at 11:30," the receptionist said through the phone.

"Thanks." He hung up, turning back to face Bulma. "Check out is in half an hour."

"Oh. Okay. Well then. We should probably get going. Um..." Bulma felt so weird. She didn't know what to say. Do they shake hands? Do they exchange numbers? She had no idea.

They sat there in awkward silence for a beat.

"Yeah," he said randomly. Vegeta didn't want to just leave the woman. She was beautiful. And if his drunken self got to bang her, he definitely want to too. And actually be able to remember it afterwards. "You want to get some coffee after this? Maybe try to stir up some more memories of last night?"

Bulma smiled. She was glad he didn't want to just leave things how it was. Because she was attracted to him, clearly. And she'd be kicking herself in the ass later if she let a man like him walk away.

"Sure."

"Good," he smirked, pleased with himself. He leaned down to pick up his boxers from the floor.

Bulma was feeling giddy. She reached out to grab her panties off the floor. As she did so, something glinted in the sun shining from the window. She froze, staring at her hand. Because what she was seeing couldn't be right. She knew for a fact that she had not put on any extra jewelry last night. And this was a piece she had never seen before in her life.

Vegeta got up from the bed to slip on his jeans. His ears rang as he heard the woman loudly exclaim, "what the hell is this?"

He turned to see Bulma staring pointedly at her left hand where a silver band encircled her ring finger.

Vegeta's eyes grew wide seeing the glittering diamond on the woman's hand. They grew even wider as he picked up the framed photo from the beside table. A photo of him and the bluenette standing in a chapel with Elvis.

"Oh no..."

"What have I done?"

Author's Note:

Let's be honest, Panchy would never be ashamed of Bulma marrying a random man. Especially if that man was Vegeta.