Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT. If I did I would be a millionaire and an anime genius. I'm neither. On the other hand, Akiro Toryiamo is, lucky him.

This is the second part of a multipart fic, read the prologue and first chapter before you read this. Reviews welcome, but please, no flames.


Bulma reached Yamcha's house and noticed something very strange. There wasn't a single light on in his house, but his car was still parked in the driveway. 'Hmmm, there's something not right here.' Bulma stepped out of here car to investigate and noticed a red sports car parked across the street. Not only that, but there was Yamcha, standing in front of the driver's door making out with some other girl! Bulma stormed, and I mean stormed, (the pavement was shaking) over to the car, spun Yamcha around and slapped him, hard.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NEVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!" Bulma screamed, while throwing in the occasional slap.

"Wait, Bulma (ow) this isn't (hey!) what it (watch it would you?) looks like!"

"I DON'T SEE WHAT ELSE IT COULD POSSIBLE BE YOU BASTARD! WE'RE THROUGH THIS TIME AND I MEAN IT! AND AS FOR YOU MISSY.." Bulma turned to face Yamcha's companion, "IT'S OBVIOUS YOU'RE NOT A REAL BLONDE!!!" The other girl burst into tears.

"Bitch." Bulma muttered as she turned and started for her car.

"Bulma! Stop! C'mon I'm sorry! It'll never happen again! Honest, I -- FUCK!!!!"

"Oops, was that your hand I slammed in my door?" Bulma opened the door kicked away his hand, and sped off to the nearest bar.

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This was too much for Vegeta to handle. There was no food in the fridge, none in the oven, none in that micro-box-thingy. What the hell was he supposed to eat?

"To hell with that blasted Chikyuu woman! When she gets home I'm going to..." Just then Vegeta spotted the "Restaurants/Dining" section of the newspaper lying open. He noticed an advertisement and read "Excellent food at this new Steak House and Bar." 'Mmmm steak.' Thought Vegeta and his stomach. 'Ha! I'll show that weak female that Vegeta can fend for himself!' With that he glanced once more at the address for the restaurant, grabbed a piece of plastic he'd seen Bulma use as currency, and flew off.

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Bulma was getting tipsy and she knew it, but she didn't care. 'That bastard how dare he! I'll show him a thing or two, I know where he lives, one night while he's asleep I'll just..." Her thoughts were interrupted by a cute guy.

"Hello baby, can I buy you a drink?" inquired the guy. Bulma grinned. 'Another guy, this is exactly what she needed to get over Yamcha.'

"Sure, but I think I think it'll hafta be a soft drink, I've had a bit too much" Bulma replied putting on the cutest grin she could manage. The guy was hooked.

"You got it gorgeous. Hey Joe! Two rum and cokes please!"

"I believe I asked for something non-alcoholic." Bulma reprimanded.

"Aw only half of it is alcohol, c'mon..."

"Well, all right." The two began to chit chat as they nursed their drinks. Bulma found out that the guy's name was Ted, and he worked for some phone company. Even if it was only a rum and coke, it was starting to really hit Bulma. It took her a while to notice the guy's hand running up her leg. Bulma resisted the urge to push him away. 'I'm never going to get over Yamhca if I put down some harmless flirting,' she decided. 'This is perfect,' thought Ted, 'I'm gonna have her back at my place in no time...'

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Vegeta walked into the steakhouse/bar and right up to the host. He handed over the plastic currency and said, in a most Vegeta-like manner, "I want a table, and food, a lot of food...NOW!!!" Unsure of what to do the host quickly sat Vegeta, handed back the credit card, and ran off to find a waiter. When the waiter appeared he tried to hand Vegeta a menu but all he got was a threat and an order for 50 Steaks, rare. A little frightened, the waiter scurried off to the kitchen. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta spotted a flash of blue hair. 'Couldn't be,' he thought to himself, 'she's supposed to be out with that baka boyfriend of hers.' Sure enough though, there was Bulma, sitting at a bar with some strange guy's hand high up on her leg. 'What's she doing? She's just sitting there smiling and looking as idiotic as Kakarotto would!' Vegeta got up from his table and walked over to the bar. He could smell the alcohol on Bulma's breath. It didn't take long for Bulma to notice the Saiyan standing next to her.

"Oh no! Not you! What are you doing here? Go home and train!"

"Well woman, had you fixed me dinner like you were supposed to, I wouldn't have had to take time out to find some other means of getting my food."

"Oh Vegeta, go away," Bulma groaned.

"I will not woman. You're drunk." ('Why do I care if she's drunk, I shouldn't care at all. Then again, if she gets herself into trouble, who's going to cook and fix things for me, may as well save her from this ass.')

"I am not drunk, just a little tipsy."

"Call it what you will woman, this baka male is trying to take advantage of you, we're going home and then you can cook me a decent meal." Vegeta scooped Bulma into his arms.

"Hey! I was not taking advantage of her, honest! Just trying to help her have a good time! C'mon where are you taking my girl, you asshole!" This was too much for Vegeta, he spun around and gave the guy a quick and painful kick in the ribs.

"Never, EVER, call the Prince of Vegeta-Sei an asshole." Vegeta walked past the table, grabbed the credit card, and with Bulma still in his arms, flew off.