Authors Note: Thanks to catgirl26 for the idea for the first part of the story and everyone who actually reviews! I love you all and you are all spared from my fearful wrath! ^_^
Chapter 5: Get the party started!
Bulma smoothed out the wrinkles in her little black dress, and turned to her vanity. A small movement from out the window caught her eye, and she squinted to get a better look. The blood drained from her face as she made out Vegeta's form in the tree near her balcony. Embarrassment paralyzed her as she realized that he must've seen her naked. He saw me without my clothes! Anger took over embarrassment and she stormed over to the sliding door, nearly taking it off its track as she slammed it open. Her face was beet red, her cheeks puffy, and her nose and forehead crinkled in fury. Vegeta thought that she rather looked like a chipmunk someone had stuffed in the microwave for five minutes, but he thought it was in his best interests not to voice that opinion. After all, if she were angry with him, she wouldn't fix his gravity room the next time he broke it.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, you damn hentai?" Vegeta had to strain to make out the words she was growling under her breath.
"Uh…stuff." If Bulma knew Vegeta knew that she was going to kill herself, then she would want to know HOW he knew, and then he would have to go into that rather long, and not so wonderful story about his childhood roommate. Vegeta didn't like that idea, so he decided to stall. However, he hadn't counted on Bulma being persistent.
"Vegeta, I'm warning you, if you don't get your hairy monkey butt in her at once, I will not only disassemble the gravity chamber, I will refuse to provide you with food and shelter as well."
The idea of having to find food and shelter himself didn't bother him, as he had survived quite well on planets MUCH more inhospitable as Chikyuu, but he did like the gravity chamber perk he got from being here, so he levitated into her room, and sat Indian-style on her bed. He looked up at Bulma who was glaring at him and tapping her foot and found himself retelling the whole story.
Vegeta crouched down, catching his breath, as he stared intently at the body that was lying near him. Raklin sat up gingerly, rubbing his head, trying to focus on the boy in front of him. He cursed at Vegeta as the growing pain in his head exploded and he fell unconscious again. Vegeta grinned and stood as Frieza's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing him the winner of the juniors again.
Later that night, Raklin came into the Common room that connected the dorms together, and found Vegeta sitting on a chair, waiting for him. He walked by the young Saiyajin, heading to their room, but Vegeta wouldn't let him by without saying something.
"I expected better from you, Raklin. However it seems that a 3rd-class Saiyajin brat could beat you. No wonder you never have a female to pleasure you."
Raklin stiffened and walked into their room, followed closely by his short torturer. It was well known that since the young Prince had hit puberty, the side room on Vegeta's side of the dorm was frequented nearly every night, while Raklin's bed gathered dust. He said nothing and stripped, slipping into his bed, and feigned sleep. When Vegeta's breathing became deep and regular, he got up, reaching for his sword. When he turned to Vegeta, his calm face fell. The Prince had a chi shield erected at all times, but Raklin never thought he could keep it up in his sleep. He sat on his bed and laughed, waking Vegeta, who said nothing but listened to Raklin laugh, noting how cold and empty of mirth it sounded. However, he watched the older boy put away his sword and gather his chi. When Raklin had every once of his chi centered, he let it explode from his body and threw himself at Vegeta. Frowning, Vegeta knew that the exploding body could probably penetrate his shield and sting quite a bit so he blasted Raklin as he jumped. A few minutes later, Frieza's guards were dragging Raklin's cold body away.
Bulma had listened to Vegeta's story intently, almost crying for Raklin when he finished. She honestly didn't blame the boy for wanting to end his own life after having to put up with that sort of crap by Vegeta. However, she might have felt differently had Vegeta told the WHOLE story. Raklin had been Frieza's nephew, and had gotten his biggest kick by making up stories about Vegeta, earning Vegeta many undeserved lashings. However, that point wasn't brought up, and after Bulma convinced Vegeta that she wasn't going to kill herself, she shooed him away, and finished getting ready, making sure to close the balcony curtain.
Bulma smiled coyly as the man who had just bought her what was probably her 50th drink that night went to relieve himself. Good thing most of those were Pepsis. As soon as he was out of sight, she snuck out of the bar and sat in the driver's seat of her car, and took out her address book. Well, she had 29 names and numbers in there. Hmm…Well, let's see. She was pretty sure she had gone to every bar and club in the West Capital. Couldn't hurt to drive around though. She was just about to give up when she saw a small club on the side of the highway. Making a turn-about at the next exit, she doubled back, promising only to stay a little, as it was getting a bit late for her tastes already.
Neon lights graced the little building's entrance and pulsating lights in light blues and pinks nearly blinded her when she walked in. she gave a satisfied smirk when she noted that the club was inhabited solely by men. Too easy. Her trained eye swept over all the men who were standing near her. No rings or white marks. Single males are popping out of the woodwork here! When she stepped into the room, however, all the conversations stopped, and she noticed all eyes on her. After a few moments of awkward silences, everything returned to normal and she was blatantly ignored. Not exactly the reaction I calculated, she thought, finding a seat at the bar. After sitting there for an hour, she began to get impatient, so she decided that she was going to have to make the first move. She looked around, hunting for the most logical prey, and it was then that she noticed what should have been most obvious to her the moment she walked into the place. All around her there were men…kissing. Happy that she hadn't humiliated herself by flirting with anyone just yet, she ordered a Pepsi from the barkeep for the road, and did the disappearing act of a lifetime. When she was comfortably FAR AWAY from the place and in her own garage, she stopped to laugh at her own inattention. She opened up her address book and scanned through the pages, thinking back to each individual who she had gotten his number. None of them seemed very special to her, and she was rather bummed about the empty #30 slot in her book. She though for a moment, chuckled and wrote down a number quickly, leaving the name empty. Not like I'll ever call it. She left the book open, sitting in the hood of the car, and went back inside to go to bed. When she had left, Vegeta slipped into the garage and looked at the book, skimming through the entries. When he got to the last one, his eyes narrowed. It looked familiar…Suddenly his eyes widened in realization and shock. It was the number to the phone in his room! Vegeta set the book back in the exact spot and left the garage, deep in thought.
