Here it is. Thanx to all my reviewers (even though there's not a lot of you).
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"Damn it, Kakarot, what made you think she could handle Saiyan ale!" Vegeta barked. He knew that she would be fine, so his anger wasn't at it's full potential.
"Well, she had something close to it," he said. Kakarot held out the Coke can to Vegeta. Vegeta took it, eyed it, and then looked back at Kakarot suspiciously.
"Did your lips touch this can?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then mine won't," he said, putting it on the table. Kakarot rolled his eyes, swigged the rest of the ale, poured the Coke into it, and then held it out to Vegeta.
Satisfied, Vegeta took a gulp, coughing in fits.
"What the hell?" he gasped, not used to the bubbling sensation going down his throat and into his stomach.
"She said it's called caffeine," Goku said. "I guess Saiyan ale has a different effect on her because she's an alien, though.
"Well, we're used to it, Kakarot," Vegeta muttered, picking up Bulma and carrying her out the door. Kakarot followed, levitating the luggage behind him.
"Maybe she's used to caffeine," Goku said thoughtfully. They walked in silence for a while.
"Kakarot?" Vegeta muttered.
"Yes?"
"Why the fu** are we talking about this?"
"I have no idea, sir," Kakarot answered truthfully. They weaved in and out of different doors, and even went behind tapestries to reveal hidden doors. The ascended about three flights of stairs. Finally, they came to a golden tapestry twice the size of all the previous ones. Vegeta stopped in front of it and waited.
Kakarot gently allowed the luggage down and moved behind the tapestry. There were a few knocks in a pattern, a clicking sound, and then a low buzz. Then another click took place, the tapestry seemed to roll up on its own, and the door opened inward. Kakarot moved out of the way, getting the luggage again as Vegeta walked into what appeared to be a bedroom set for a King.
The bed was probably twice the size of a modern day King size bed; it had gorgeous golden curtains on three sides, the one lacking being the head of the bed against the wall. The bed set looked comfy, though blood red. He moved toward the side of the bed while the curtain he was nearest automatically slid down, allowing him to set Bulma onto the bed. He walked outside to help Kakarot and the curtain closed.
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Bulma awoke with a start. Her head ached and her body felt numb.
"Note to self," she muttered. "Never drink that shit again." She looked around and took in the scene around her. She got up and jumped when the curtains slid over, allowing her to leave from any of the three directions. She got up from the left side and put her hands on her hips.
"Where the hell am I?" she asked. She noticed a glass door that seemed to lead outside. It was night out. She opened it and found herself on a large balcony. The stars shined brightly overhead, and she couldn't help but gasp at the view. She walked around, gently running her fingers along the various statues on the rail. She leaned against the rail and looked down. The ground was three stories down. Sighing, she went back in to explore some more.
After entering, she tried to decide which of the three doors she would try. She chose the one on the left of the bed. She opened it and found herself in bathroom.
It seemed to be brand new. The walls shined and gleamed, and there was a shower, a bathtub, and a Jacuzzi. The counter was extremely large.
"I like this bathroom," she muttered, thinking of all the shampoo, makeup, and other items she could fit on that counter. It's not that she wasn't used to things like this, but this had a sort of royal air around it that she couldn't place. She looked at the mirror. She pressed her hand against it curiously, seeing if it was a hidden cabinet. All of her bathrooms had them. It clicked open and indeed, there was a cabinet. However, there were strange things inside it. There were a few jewels and stones, some emblems, and a few other strange artifacts. Shrugging, she closed the mirror.
Exiting, she decided to try the door to the right of the bed, which was on the wall connected to the wall, which held the balcony, as well as the head of the bed. She opened it to find a gigantic walk-in closet. She gasped as she saw that it stretched for about 2/3 the length of a football field. To her right were men's clothing; to her left were beautiful dresses and gowns. There were also casual outfits. She saw her luggage had been stacked on top of the rack, above the hanging dresses. She then exited.
She found the other door to be locked. Defeated on how to get out, she flopped down on the bed. After lying there for a while, she decided to try on some of those dresses.
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Bulma was modeling a bright blue dress in front of the full-length mirror outside the closet when a spot in the wall suddenly turned bright red a buzzing sound filled the air. She looked towards it curiously (and slightly frightened), noticing it was the shape of a door. Suddenly, it was a door. It opened and Vegeta walked in.
He looked at the dress she was in.
"Nice," he said, looking her up and down.
"Shut up!" she said, walking into the closet and taking five minutes to change back.
When she emerged, Vegeta was sprawled out casually across the bed, hands behind his head, reading something on his scouter. Remembering it, she put on her own and tried to figure out what to do next.
"How do I turn it on?" she asked.
"Just imagine that it's on and it will be," he muttered, engrossed in what he was reading. She closed her eyes and did so. There was a whirl and the machine turned on.
She looked in awe as millions of characters zoomed across the screen.
"Woman, concentrate on a specific question or topic you want to read about," he said tiredly. She thought about Vegetasei culture, and a menu came up.
"Whoa. Foods, Rituals, Leisure… this is so amazing," she murmured, choosing on in her head and reading on. She absently went to the bed and sat down besides Vegeta, intently reading about it. Vegeta would chuckle every now and then, obviously reading a rather funny political article.
Even though she had drunk some caffeine that day (though she probably drank a lot more than a sip) and had been sleeping for practically the whole day, she was suddenly lying next to Vegeta in a peaceful sleep.
----Next Day-----
Bulma awoke for a second time alone in the room, and for a second time she had to wait until Vegeta came in to figure out how to exit.
"You are going to show me how to open that door!" she demanded, stomping her foot as the door turned red again and faded into the wall.
"You mean you don't know how?" he asked incredulously. She raised an eyebrow.
"It's simple," he said, realizing she wasn't joking. "Just go like this!" He walked up to where the door would be and flattened his hand against it. After a few seconds, he pulled it away.
A red hand mark was left on the wall. It was slowly absorbed. The door turned red, Vegeta stepped back, and the door swung open.
"See?" he asked, smirking. "So much for your title of 'genius'" he teased.
"Shut the hell up!" she raged, stomping out through the newly opened door. Vegeta chuckled and followed suit.
"Well, I guess I'll have to show you how to get in. First, knock in this pattern:" He knocked three times. "Then scan your hand on the door. If it's accepted, then there will be a click. But the last thing you have to do is put your eye to the keyhole so the alarm that someone is coming in won't go off. It's in case someone tries to break in to the Royal Bedroom."
Bulma nodded. They ascended the three flights of stairs, with Bulma making a mental note that the bedroom was behind the tapestry.
"This is the dinning room," Vegeta said, pushing open a set of doors the size of the Royal Bedroom's tapestry. Bulma stared in awe.
There were probably 15 long tables around a very large golden table. Hundreds of people were eating, with various waiters and chefs coming out now and then. When Vegeta entered, the whole room got on one knee in a bow position.
"Hail the King!" one important looking one cried out.
"Usually Kakarot would say that, since he's second in rank to me, but he's not here, so the highest ranking official says it," Vegeta explained, waving his hand and allowing them all to return to whatever they were doing.
"I keep forgetting that he's the King now," Bulma reminded herself.
They approached the golden table, and the one who had said, "Hail the King!" stood up from the head of the table and moved to the side one next to it. The man on the other side got up and moved down one for Bulma when Vegeta nodded to him.
"Your highness…" the man said, gesturing to the head chair.
"Thank you, Teirus. Has Vegetasei been in order since my departure?"
"Very much so," the man named Teirus answered. "General Kakarot informed me of your crash landing. I'm very happy to hear that you survived, sir." Bulma looked at him from across the table. For some reason she wasn't fully convinced he meant what he had said.
"Thank you for your concern, Teirus, but I can handle myself," Vegeta growled. Teirus bowed his head. Unknown to Vegeta, he frowned and muttered something, which Bulma heard quiet clearly. He looked at her as she raised an eyebrow knowingly.
"And who would this be, Your Majesty?" Teirus inquired.
"Her?" Vegeta asked, pointing to Bulma.
"I'm Bulma," Bulma said, introducing her self. "Nice to meet you, Teirus," she said, holding out a hand. He hesitantly returned it, not quiet sure what to do. Bulma shook it and released it.
"It's a way of saying 'hello' on my planet," Bulma explained. Vegeta was engrossed in eating.
"I see," Teirus said, looking at his hand in slight disgust. "And what planet is that?"
"Earth, or Chikyuu," she answered. Teirus drew back.
"That filth?" he asked, outraged. "You come from that dirtball?"
Vegeta suddenly put his knife and fork down loud enough for everyone at the table to jump, but quietly enough to show that he was still calm.
"If you insult her planet, Teirus, you insult her," Vegeta said simply.
Bulma looked at Vegeta surprised he was defending her.
"And if I were you, Teirus, I would not insult my future Queen."
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Next time: Bulma has to swallow what she couldn't even chew.