J whoa, whoa, whoa! Okok. Don't get violent ppl! I wrote this as fast as I could,.. hope it isn't in too bad a shape.
Geeh, I like getting Revs, but the pressure!! Arch!
J/K.
Here you go, peeps. Part three. Enjoy!
A hazy streak passed across the giant gardens of Capsule Corp, passing so fast one would have thought it a trick of the light, sooner then an actual person.
His path differed as he dived down, the pulled up at the last moment to pass through the open door of the gravity room. Vegeta stopped, turned and slammed on the access controls making the doors slam shut.
Only then did he stop for a breather.
He crouched down a little, grabbing his head. Shimmata, it hurt! Everything hurt, but now his head was the worst of all. It seemed that sleeping for half a day had only made things worse. At least before, he hadn't felt he was tired. Not like he felt it now, with a pounding vengeance. Before it had been a floating sensation. A feeling of slow motion, maybe dizziness if he moved his head too fast. It had resulted in him tripping up, or stumbling It always made him angry, and then he would start off his exercises anew.
But it had not been this mind-numbing experience that made all conscious thought impossible. Or had it been? There had to be some logical explanation of what had happened. Him not thinking straight would go a long way, but even then…
Shaking the thought –without actually moving his head-, the Saiyi-jin prince straightened, pulling on his training-shorts absent-mindedly.
He couldn't be absolutely sure, but he thought he felt even worse now then he had the evening before.
The woman had done this, done this with her loud-mouthed screaming. Sfumatto, that had not been the proper way to wake up!
How could this have happened…?
Dismissing the tough as useless, he grimaced. "Back to training." He commanded aloud. What was done was done. He could not help it now, much as he would have liked to. Besides, it wasn't important. Training was important.
Trying to ignore the sweaty stench that clung to him, not to mention his pounding head he took up his basic fighting-stance, ready to begin his morning warm-up. The prince was rudely interrupted by a growling sound.
The reason he had interrupted his training. Vegeta snarled at himself. "Damn. I still haven't eaten." He moved back to the door, putting a hand to it as he peered out through the little window. "Now I have to go out there again."
Something nagged at him, telling him that eating wasn't going to help. That it wouldn't have helped last night either. It would not take away this dizzy weak feeling, nor stop this pounding sensation. He needed something else; something very time-consuming. Vegeta growled, pushing the though away. "Fifteen minutes." He told himself harshly. "Then we start."
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Bulma had crawled back into bed to cry a little, but it wasn't helping her headache one bit. Kami! She felt like her head was about to split in two. She smell on the sheet –and on her person- wasn't helping much either; sex and sweat and him. As she lay there, she hear headache increasing with every beat of her heart, she kept feeling dirtier and dirtier, until finally the need for shower won over the need to sleep.
Bulma sighed, wrapping her blanket about her as she dragged herself over to the shower. She just dropped the blanket on the floor, along with a bunch of other discarded towels, and turned on the shower.
She didn't step in yet tough; first things first! Rubbing her head, she pulled open the medicine cabinet, rummaging trough it loudly. She winced a little as a throb in her head answered these sounds, but she soon found what she was looking for; a bottle of aspirins. With a weak but triumphant smile, she took out two, but then reconsidered and took three.
It also took her three turns to swallow the stuff, her throat dry from the alcohol. But she was too miserable to open the tap and bend her head down for a drink, so she dry-swallowed them anyway. Then, finally, she swayed around for a long, refreshing shower.
Bulma didn't know how long she stood there, turning the water hotter and hotter. Fact was, after three times of scrubbing her whole body, and washing her hair twice, she still felt dirty. She sighed a little, turning the faucet closed. At least her headache was lulling. And now she was getting thirsty, and hungry besides. The young scientist pulled the last clean shower from the rack, and towelled herself off slowly.
Only when she was about to discard this towel on the mounting heap did she notice. She always had her towels cleaned away; there shouldn't be five on the floor already.
The only reason for towels to be on the floor now, was if they had been used last night and she… Kami, she really didn't want to know.
Bulma flew back to her room, shooting into some clothes quickly. Only when she was fully dressed did she glance back to the bed. Fuck this she though, getting more and more pissed with the entire situation by the second. I'm just gonna let the cleaning-lade take care of this mess, and be damned I care what she thinks about it.
Holding that though, she stomped down the stairs. It wasn't my fault anyway. I was drunk; I wasn't thinking,..-
Bulma froze at the entrance to the kitchen. There he was, the cause to all her discomfort, slumped in a chair with his back to her. Bulma was about to turn tail and run, when she noticed he wasn't moving; except for his chest heaving up and down with slow, rhythmic breathes. Bulma cautiously crept around, getting a look of his face, head cushioned by his arm as he lay fast asleep across her kitchen table.
She snorted a little, noting the stacks of food piled up in front on him. But she didn't care. Grabbing an apple off the counter she shrugged, leaving the prince to his dreams of dinner.
'Stupid Saiyi-jin.' She considered as she made her way to her lab.
'He's been living here for months now, and I swear he never once found his way to his own bed.'
And why the hell did he have to go and find his way to her bed instead anyway?