A/n: Hey everybody! Sorry this took so long to get out, but I've been busy writing Frozen in Time… heh heh
Anyway, thanks to my reviewers!
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::Vegeta's Thoughts::
What I Call Life
Been Through Shit
Bulma steeled herself for anything Vegeta could possibly say, "Yes, I have a son. He is the only reason I'm here."
The prince mentally shook away his shock, "Really? And here I thought you really were a whore…"
Kakarrot opened his mouth to protest, but Bulma beat him to it. "You have no right to say that to me! You know absolutely nothing about my life!"
"Does the truth hurt Woman?" he mocked.
"No, Vegeta, the truth wouldn't hurt, it's the lie that's killing me." She blinked back tears, "Please excuse me." Bulma turned on her heel and fled back to her room.
Vegeta was totally confused now. "What the hell was that all about?"
"Well," his comrade thought out loud, "you were kinda mean to her Vegeta…"
"Shut up Kakarrot, let's go!" The pissed off prince was turning to leave when he ran into a smiling Zarbon. "What do you want Lizard?"
"Well, Prince Vegeta, I came to ask you to stay, and please just ignore Bulma. She's just one of our more…temperamental… girls."
"I noticed…" Vegeta muttered.
"Yes, apparently she had a rough past."
The Saiyan Prince just snorted in disbelief to the lizards comment.
"Why don't you and your guard go back to the gentleman's room? One of our girls will serve you, and I believe Yamcha is working the bar."
The prince's companion seemed to like the idea of talking to his old friend, so he grabbed the prince's arm and dragged him to the back room. The taller man seemed oblivious to his companion's protests. "Come on Vegeta! I wanna talk to Yamcha!"
"Kakarrot! Release me! I am the Prince of the Saiyans! You will treat me with respect!" Vegeta yelled.
"Sorry… Can we please go now?"
"Kakarrot you know how much I despise that baka Yamcha."
"Why? Just 'cause you found him and Bulma s-" the benighted Saiyan was cut off by his prince.
"Stop right there Kakarrot. That's part of it, but I have other things against him…" Vegeta muttered.
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Bulma's Room
"Bulma? What's wrong? Did someone say something to you? If they did I can go get 18 to go kick their ass for you. Would you just tell me?" Chi-Chi pleaded as she gently rocked Trunks in her arms.
"No," Bulma said, trying to stop herself from sobbing. "He was out there."
"Who?" her friend asked confused.
The blue haired beauty gave the raven haired woman a looked that clearly said, 'Who do you think?'
"OH! Bulma are you okay? What happened? What did he say? Who was he with? What did he do? Won't you tell me?"
Bulma just laughed at her friend's sudden worry, "Yes Chi, I'm fine, but can I hold Trunks while I answer the rest of your questions?"
"Sure." Chi-Chi handed her the small child in her arms. "So what happened?"
"Would you let me finish all of your other questions before you give me more?" She waited for a response and continued at her friend's nod, "Zarbon told me to serve him, and at first I didn't see him. He insulted me a few times, and I got pissed off and yelled at him. I accidentally told him about Trunks. Yeah, I know, it was stupid, but it just slipped out, and I didn't realize who he was. He called me a whore several times, which considering what he believes, is probably true. He was with Kakarrot. Yes, Chi-Chi, he's here, do you want me to finish answering questions, or talk about him?"
"Shut up and finish answering my questions!"
"Fine, I think he left after I ran off. I feel like such a coward. I've never run from him. He must think that I'm a weakling whore. I think that's all of your questions." Bulma tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked down at her
son. He was a perfect mixture of her and Vegeta, but his father didn't even know he had a son. She had kept up the lie that Yamcha was his father. Ha! What a joke! Trunks looked absolutely nothing like that bastard. Vegeta couldn't know that Trunks was his. He would be disgraced by his people for not waiting to be legally mated before mating with her. That would kill his pride, and she could never do that to him.
"SHIT!" Chi-Chi suddenly yelled, breaking the silence. "OH! Sorry Bulma! I didn't mean to swear around the baby!"
Bulma's shocked face turned soft, "It's alright Chi, and after all, he is part Saiyan. I wouldn't be surprised if his first vocal thought was 'Fuck you Onna.' It'll be fine. I know your shift starts in like thirty seconds. You'd better go, and give Yamcha a good slap for me."
"Yeah, I will, you should get some sleep. I'll send 18 over for Trunks."
"No, that's alright. I'll keep him. He can be very comforting." Bulma smirked and shooed her friend out of her room.
"Well, Trunksee, I guess it's just you and me."
The small boy in her arms frowned at the name and wrinkled his nose.
"Sorry, I won't call you Trunksee any more. Okay? You're just like your father."
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The Gentleman's Room
Vegeta was sitting on a couch in the back corner, staying as far as he could from Kakarrot and that fool Yamcha. The Saiyan and the Human seemed to be have a good time. Yamcha was pouring shots and both were trying to see who would pass out first. It was absolutely pathetic in the prince's eyes. He noticed someone who looked familiar. ::It's the banshee woman that my woman used to hang out with. Wait! Did I just say my woman? Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! She is a stupid whore, and I don't feel anything for her anymore.::
"Vegeta?" Chi-Chi called to him. "What the hell are you doing way over here? Why don't you go drink with Kakarrot and… OH! I see. Well, you can at least go over there." She dragged him out of his seat and guided him to the bar where Yamcha and Kakarrot were sitting. "I brought the loner over Kakarrot. Yamcha, see if you can't get him to drink something; I've got work to do."
Kakarrot was very drunk at this point; even if he was a Saiyan, he still couldn't handle his alcohol. He began to stare, open mouthed, at Chi-Chi's ass as she swayed across the room. "Wow, that's nice…"
"Kakarrot, you're making a fool of yourself," the annoyed prince muttered.
"Hah!" laughed the even drunker Yamcha. "That's not nearly as nice as Marron's ass."
"No way! Chi-Chi's ass is better than anyone's!" the drunken Saiyan yelled loudly. Every one turned to look at him and Chi-Chi just blushed.
Yamcha downed another shot, "Nope, Marron's ass defishently better, but I know shumeone's ass who is even betta than hers."
"How?" (Who)
"Blumah Bweefs. Tha bich have a nise ass. Ifs too vad shevs as cod as is."(Bulma Briefs. That bitch has a nice ass. It's too bad she's as cold as ice.)
Vegeta let out a low growl at the man's drunken comment. "You don't know what you're talking about. She did fuck you if I remember right. That just makes her stupid, not cold."
"Hell, I dibint fuck shit. Tha bich wa wit dat bastad prince. She woubn't screw me, so I screwed her."
The prince let the comment about the bastard prince slid, but he wanted to hear more about the other thing the drunken bartender had said. "What do you mean you screwed her?"
Yamcha opened his mouth to reply, but before he could utter a word he tipped over backwards and smacked his head on the floor.
"Ha ha!" Kakarrot laughed in a loud, drunken voice. "I win!" After those words left his mouth his eyes crossed and his head fell forward and hit the counter.
"Great," Vegeta muttered to himself.
Chi-Chi, who had seen Yamcha and Kakarrot pass out rushed over as soon as the Saiyan's head hit the table. "Oh Goodness! What happened?"
"What do you think happened woman?" the Saiyan Prince snarled.
The raven haired woman just sent him an evil glare, "I know what happened, but… UGH! Never mind! I'll go get someone to get them out of here. They're going to have to stay here tonight, and they're gunna wake up with the mother of all hangovers…"
"Great…" he muttered to himself again. The prince rose from his seat and walked back to the couch that he had been sitting in previously. Suddenly someone who looked very familiar walked into the room with two other men.
"For the love of Kami! Doesn't he know he's supposed to pour shots, not drink them?" Bulma cried as she began cleaning up the mess of the broken bottle that Yamcha had dropped.
Chi-Chi sighed, "I think so, he just doesn't care."
"Stupid bastard," she muttered, "and I suppose he was having a drinking contest with another Saiyan? Kakarrot this time? He should know that he can't out drink them. Now I have to work some more, and Trunks is sitting in my room bawling his eyes out. Damn it! I need some bloody tips!"
"Bulma, I can go get Trunks for you if you like," Chi-Chi offered.
"Thanks Chi!"
"Sorry, Bulma, but I think you actually have to sleep with a customer before you can get tips," said one of the men after Chi-Chi was out of hearing distance. No one insulted Bulma in front of her.
"Screw you Kale. I'd sleep with the demon king himself before I slept with anyone in this dump, and that includes this bastard." She swung her foot back and kicked the unconscious Yamcha in the side with her spiked heal.
"Ouch…" muttered the two men in unison.
Vegeta just sat in his corner chuckling at the woman's temper. ::She definitely hasn't changed much.::
"You know," Kale said as he grabbed one of Kakarrot's arms, dragging the man to a standing position, "I heard that you did sleep with him. He was bragging about it the other day. Something about you leaving the Prince or some bullshit like that."
The loner in the corner growled at the man's comment. Did everyone know of her betrayal?
"Ha!" Bulma laughed as she threw the shards of broken glass into a trash bin. "I wouldn't sleep with that bastard if my life depended on it; at least not willingly. Why the hell do you think I'm here? I got pregnant, and it would disgrace Vegeta, so I had to leave him. My parents tossed me out of the house when they found out. Vegeta won't speak to me other than to insult me, I refuse to sleep with the riff raff here, so my son has no food, and now I'm a single mother who's a whore. It's just lovely. If I could, I'd kill Yamcha for ruining my life. He's what caused Vegeta to turn away from me. I would have never in a million years or for a million Zeni slept with that stupid bastard willingly."
A loud clapping came from the corner, and Bulma and her co-workers turned to see the creator of the sound. "Very nice performance Woman. It didn't help to convince me, but still, it was almost believable. Maybe you should have become an actress instead of a whore."
"Look Buddy, you shouldn't talk to a lady like that!" the silent man spoke up.
Bulma just shook her head at him, "No Zuchi, it's alright. He has reason to insult me to stroke his own ego."
"Now listen Woman," he started but was interrupted by the crying of a baby. "What the hell?"
Chi-Chi entered carrying a small bundle in her arms that was kicking and thrashing, "Here you go Bulma. He's a strong little bugger…"
"I wonder why," the blue haired human muttered, "he is a demi Saiyan…" Luckily Zuchi and Kale had left with Kakarrot and Yamcha and were not around to hear her. Chi-Chi's hearing was not super sensitive, so she didn't hear it either.
But Vegeta, being Saiyan, heard her.
"What do you mean he's a demi Saiyan?" the prince asked with malice in his voice.
Her blue eyes shot open wider, "I… uh… er…"
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A/n: What will she tell him? Goodness! R&R or I'll stop writing!
~*~Raven~*~