Chapter 1 - The Proud Saiya-jin Prince - In A Nightclub??
6 Months Later
Bulma lounged on her bed, watching a movie, her head resting on a nice, comfy, but firm pillow. But something was missing.
"Vegeta?" the blue haired woman said sweetly to her pillow. "Will you go and get me a peach from the bowl. I can't be bothered."
"It's on your side of the bed!" the Saiya-jin Prince grumbled. "Wouldn't it be easier for you to go and get it? I'm watching the film. The Mummy's just come back to life. How can you ask me to miss Imhotep and Evelyn's big head off?"
"You're only saying that because you fancy Evelyn!" Bulma accused, pointing her finger into his shoulder blade, making him jump slightly. "In case you haven't noticed, she's already married to Rick!"
"Fine! I'll get your darn peach! But you'll have to move your head off my shoulder first." Vegeta said. Bulma lifted her head off his shoulder, and he went and got her a peach. "And for the record, I don't fancy Evelyn. She has brown hair. I prefer women with a more vibrant coloured hair. Something eye-catching"
"Like me, babe?" Bulma joked, poking Vegeta in the waist as he sat down, making him jump again.
"Not freakin' likely!" Vegeta said, handing her the peach as he got himself comfortable. "I wouldn't sleep with you! You're my friend. I think sleeping with you might be a bit of a strain on the friendship. And I'd hate to kill you if I got a bit - erm - carried away. And don't call me 'babe'. My name's Vegeta."
"Promises, promises." Bulma teased him, trying to ignore the way his words 'I wouldn't sleep with you!' rung in her ears. "I very much doubt you could be that good!"
"Oh, trust me, I could." Vegeta said, staring at the television, where Rick had just jumped through a fire to rescue his wife. Vegeta tried to wave away the image he got of him rescuing Bulma like that. "If I ever decide to test my abilities on someone."
Bulma choked on her peach. "What?" she exclaimed, staring at the back of Vegeta's head, before pulling his shoulder down, making him lie on his back, so she could at least see his face. "You mean you've never ever…?"
"No." Vegeta replied, remaining on his back. " We Saiya-jins have our pride you know. We don't just throw our bodies around…unlike you humans."
'I'd like you to throw your body around me!' Bulma thought, before thinking to her self 'No! Where the hell did that come from! Bad Bulma! He's your friend!' "Bad Bulma!" she accidentally said aloud.
"What?" Vegeta said, raising his eyebrows knowingly.
"Erm - n-nothing!" Bulma stuttered, turning bright red. "I was just thinking about - erm - Rick! Boy! He's pretty hot! And have you seen Ardeth Bay? He's just to die for!"
"And here's me talking about how people with pride don't throw their body around!" Vegeta remarked, rolling his eyes.
"I'm not saying I do sleep with them!" Bulma insisted. "I'm saying I would!"
Vegeta just rolled his eyes, as he tried to ignore the pang of what he was horrified to realise to be jealousy.
"So!" Bulma said, cringing at how obvious her attempt to change the subject had been. "Listen, I want to go clubbing, but I can't really go by myself."
"I can see where this is going." Vegeta said casually. "And the answer is -" Vegeta hesitated deliberately before continuing, "Do I have to?"
"Yes." Bulma replied. "Now, we're leaving in half an hour, so hurry up and get changed. We have to be out of here by ten. My dad says he has my birthday party to prepare."
"Whatever." Vegeta said, watching as Bulma walked into the bathroom.
*
"Vegeta!" Bulma called over the spray of water. "Can you bring me a towel? I forgot to get one!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel from the cupboard in the corner of the room. Grinning slightly, he walked into the bathroom, opened the shower door and handed her the towel. As he had intended, the towel got drenched.
"Oh! Very clever, honey." Bulma said, throwing the towel at him. "Now, smart ass, will you go and get one without giving it to me while I'm still in the shower."
Vegeta smirked and dropped the soaking wet towel into the washing basket, before fetching another towel. The water inside switched off as Vegeta tapped on the glass shower door, and Bulma's hand reached out for the towel. Vegeta handed it to her, and walked back into the bedroom to carry on getting changed.
*
"Right!" Bulma called, stepping out of the bathroom, holding her towel tightly around her. "Let's see how you look."
Vegeta turned round and Bulma couldn't help but smile. He was wearing a shiny navy blue shirt, which had the first three buttons undone, and a pair of dark blue jeans. He also had on a silver Figaro chain that Bulma had bought him for Christmas.
"Wow." Was all Bulma could say. "That is - That's great. Now. My turn."
*
Vegeta tapped his fingers impatiently on the bedside table while Bulma changed behind his back.
"Hurry up, Onna!" he demanded, fiddling with the edge of the bedspread. "This is doing my head in!"
"What's the matter, Vegeta?" Bulma teased. "Not getting a good enough view?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Vegeta retorted, trying to ignore the blood that had rushed to his face.
"Whatever." Bulma said. "There, I'm done."
Vegeta turned around. Bulma was wearing a glittery denim mini skirt and a one-sleeved blue top, which was translucent over her stomach and the sleeve, which only reached her elbow. Her aqua hair was left loose.
"Right." Vegeta said, catching himself staring and looking away quickly. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Bulma replied, slightly disappointed that Vegeta had dismissed her so easily.
Bulma and Vegeta walked out of the bedroom, down the three flights of stairs and out the front door. Dr Briefs watched them leave, before picking up the phone.
*
"Wow." Bulma said, walking slightly giddily towards her front door, while Vegeta held her round the waist for support. "That was fun."
"Yeah." Vegeta said with a smile. "But I think you're drunk." He stumbled slightly as he lifted a bottle to his lips, and fell to the floor on Bulma's doorstep, dragging her down into a heap with him.
"Yup." Bulma said with a slight slur, poking Vegeta in the chest. "But so are you."
Vegeta smirked, slightly giddily, and looked at Bulma. "I'm just a little bit tipsy." He said, obviously more than a little bit tipsy. "True Saiyans don't get drunk."
Light suddenly fell over the two friends as the front door of Capsule Corp. Bulma and Vegeta looked up to see all of the Z Warriors standing over them.
"Happy Birthday - oh - Bulma." They all said, suddenly noticing where Bulma and Vegeta were.
Goku crouched down and studied Vegeta carefully for a moment and saying: "Hey, guys. I think he's drunk."
6 Months Later
Bulma lounged on her bed, watching a movie, her head resting on a nice, comfy, but firm pillow. But something was missing.
"Vegeta?" the blue haired woman said sweetly to her pillow. "Will you go and get me a peach from the bowl. I can't be bothered."
"It's on your side of the bed!" the Saiya-jin Prince grumbled. "Wouldn't it be easier for you to go and get it? I'm watching the film. The Mummy's just come back to life. How can you ask me to miss Imhotep and Evelyn's big head off?"
"You're only saying that because you fancy Evelyn!" Bulma accused, pointing her finger into his shoulder blade, making him jump slightly. "In case you haven't noticed, she's already married to Rick!"
"Fine! I'll get your darn peach! But you'll have to move your head off my shoulder first." Vegeta said. Bulma lifted her head off his shoulder, and he went and got her a peach. "And for the record, I don't fancy Evelyn. She has brown hair. I prefer women with a more vibrant coloured hair. Something eye-catching"
"Like me, babe?" Bulma joked, poking Vegeta in the waist as he sat down, making him jump again.
"Not freakin' likely!" Vegeta said, handing her the peach as he got himself comfortable. "I wouldn't sleep with you! You're my friend. I think sleeping with you might be a bit of a strain on the friendship. And I'd hate to kill you if I got a bit - erm - carried away. And don't call me 'babe'. My name's Vegeta."
"Promises, promises." Bulma teased him, trying to ignore the way his words 'I wouldn't sleep with you!' rung in her ears. "I very much doubt you could be that good!"
"Oh, trust me, I could." Vegeta said, staring at the television, where Rick had just jumped through a fire to rescue his wife. Vegeta tried to wave away the image he got of him rescuing Bulma like that. "If I ever decide to test my abilities on someone."
Bulma choked on her peach. "What?" she exclaimed, staring at the back of Vegeta's head, before pulling his shoulder down, making him lie on his back, so she could at least see his face. "You mean you've never ever…?"
"No." Vegeta replied, remaining on his back. " We Saiya-jins have our pride you know. We don't just throw our bodies around…unlike you humans."
'I'd like you to throw your body around me!' Bulma thought, before thinking to her self 'No! Where the hell did that come from! Bad Bulma! He's your friend!' "Bad Bulma!" she accidentally said aloud.
"What?" Vegeta said, raising his eyebrows knowingly.
"Erm - n-nothing!" Bulma stuttered, turning bright red. "I was just thinking about - erm - Rick! Boy! He's pretty hot! And have you seen Ardeth Bay? He's just to die for!"
"And here's me talking about how people with pride don't throw their body around!" Vegeta remarked, rolling his eyes.
"I'm not saying I do sleep with them!" Bulma insisted. "I'm saying I would!"
Vegeta just rolled his eyes, as he tried to ignore the pang of what he was horrified to realise to be jealousy.
"So!" Bulma said, cringing at how obvious her attempt to change the subject had been. "Listen, I want to go clubbing, but I can't really go by myself."
"I can see where this is going." Vegeta said casually. "And the answer is -" Vegeta hesitated deliberately before continuing, "Do I have to?"
"Yes." Bulma replied. "Now, we're leaving in half an hour, so hurry up and get changed. We have to be out of here by ten. My dad says he has my birthday party to prepare."
"Whatever." Vegeta said, watching as Bulma walked into the bathroom.
*
"Vegeta!" Bulma called over the spray of water. "Can you bring me a towel? I forgot to get one!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel from the cupboard in the corner of the room. Grinning slightly, he walked into the bathroom, opened the shower door and handed her the towel. As he had intended, the towel got drenched.
"Oh! Very clever, honey." Bulma said, throwing the towel at him. "Now, smart ass, will you go and get one without giving it to me while I'm still in the shower."
Vegeta smirked and dropped the soaking wet towel into the washing basket, before fetching another towel. The water inside switched off as Vegeta tapped on the glass shower door, and Bulma's hand reached out for the towel. Vegeta handed it to her, and walked back into the bedroom to carry on getting changed.
*
"Right!" Bulma called, stepping out of the bathroom, holding her towel tightly around her. "Let's see how you look."
Vegeta turned round and Bulma couldn't help but smile. He was wearing a shiny navy blue shirt, which had the first three buttons undone, and a pair of dark blue jeans. He also had on a silver Figaro chain that Bulma had bought him for Christmas.
"Wow." Was all Bulma could say. "That is - That's great. Now. My turn."
*
Vegeta tapped his fingers impatiently on the bedside table while Bulma changed behind his back.
"Hurry up, Onna!" he demanded, fiddling with the edge of the bedspread. "This is doing my head in!"
"What's the matter, Vegeta?" Bulma teased. "Not getting a good enough view?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Vegeta retorted, trying to ignore the blood that had rushed to his face.
"Whatever." Bulma said. "There, I'm done."
Vegeta turned around. Bulma was wearing a glittery denim mini skirt and a one-sleeved blue top, which was translucent over her stomach and the sleeve, which only reached her elbow. Her aqua hair was left loose.
"Right." Vegeta said, catching himself staring and looking away quickly. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Bulma replied, slightly disappointed that Vegeta had dismissed her so easily.
Bulma and Vegeta walked out of the bedroom, down the three flights of stairs and out the front door. Dr Briefs watched them leave, before picking up the phone.
*
"Wow." Bulma said, walking slightly giddily towards her front door, while Vegeta held her round the waist for support. "That was fun."
"Yeah." Vegeta said with a smile. "But I think you're drunk." He stumbled slightly as he lifted a bottle to his lips, and fell to the floor on Bulma's doorstep, dragging her down into a heap with him.
"Yup." Bulma said with a slight slur, poking Vegeta in the chest. "But so are you."
Vegeta smirked, slightly giddily, and looked at Bulma. "I'm just a little bit tipsy." He said, obviously more than a little bit tipsy. "True Saiyans don't get drunk."
Light suddenly fell over the two friends as the front door of Capsule Corp. Bulma and Vegeta looked up to see all of the Z Warriors standing over them.
"Happy Birthday - oh - Bulma." They all said, suddenly noticing where Bulma and Vegeta were.
Goku crouched down and studied Vegeta carefully for a moment and saying: "Hey, guys. I think he's drunk."