Chapter 2 - Bulma's Birthday
"Could you keep it down, please?!" Vegeta snarled as he sat beside Bulma on the large sofa, nursing his sore head. "You're giving me a headache!"
"Er…honey?" Bulma said timidly, ignoring Yamcha's glare at her calling him 'honey'. "Most people would call that a hangover." She and Vegeta had sobered up very quickly after their friends had seen them lying in a heap on the doorstep, and now the side affects of their drinking marathon were starting to set in.
"I do not have a hangover." Vegeta insisted, wincing as a wave of pain shot once again through his pounding head. "It's all those drinks you bought me! They gave me a headache."
"Exactly." Bulma told him. "You have a hangover."
"Since when did the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, the strongest being in the universe, suffer from ailments so pathetic as a hangover."
"Since he started going out getting pissed!" Bulma said, standing up and walking into the kitchen. She emerged a moment later holding two glasses containing a thick reddish brown substance that could only be described as looking like blood mixed with thick mud.
"What's this?" Vegeta asked suspiciously as she handed him one of the glasses. "Haven't you given me enough potentially dangerous beverages today?"
"Alcohol is not a potentially dangerous beverage." Bulma replied, sitting down and turning her glass round in her hands. "And neither's that. I call it a Hangover Hanger. It kills your hangover like straight away. Just drink it."
"Well why should I trust you?" Vegeta asked, clearly just looking for a reason to argue with her. "You're not drinking yours."
"I'll tell you why you should trust me!" Bulma shouted, much to her own and Vegeta's annoyance, and they both winced in pain. "Because if you don't stop whining like a three year old and just drink it, I'll turn the taps on every time you take your morning shower for the next month. And if you want me to drink mine, fine. We'll drink them at the same time."
Vegeta nodded, and Bulma started the countdown. "Ready." They both raised the glasses to their lips. "Get set." They both took a long, deep breath. "Go!" Bulma and Vegeta tipped their heads back and started gulping down the drink as fast as they could, trying to ignore its foul taste. Finally, at around the same time, they emptied their glasses and pulled them away from their mouths, gasping for breath.
"Kami!" Vegeta yelled, throwing his glass across the room, causing it to smash into the wall opposite him. "What the hell was that, woman? It tasted like crap!"
"I know it tasted like crap." Bulma retorted. "But from the way you're shouting and screaming and having a little temper tantrum, you sure as hell haven't got a headache anymore!"
Vegeta opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it again quickly. Bulma smiled in smug satisfaction.
"So." Bulma said, staring at the slightly shell-shocked Z Warriors. "What brings you guys to this neck of the woods?"
"Erm…well…" Krillen stammered, shocked by Vegeta and Bulma's almost flirtatious argument. "Your birthday."
"My birthday?" Bulma repeated, staring blankly at him. "You're here for my birthday?"
"Yup." Yamcha replied, sidling onto the settee between Bulma and Vegeta and putting his arms round his girlfriend's (A/N and I DON'T mean Vegeta!!) shoulders. "Your mom and dad arranged one of your all week parties, so here we are."
"Oh, thanks Yamcha!" Bulma said, snuggling closer to Yamcha and planting a kiss on his cheek. "This is great!"
Nobody noticed the low, threatening growl coming from Vegeta; nobody, that is, except for Goku and Piccolo. Goku grinned and winked in the Namek's direction.
"Could you keep it down, please?!" Vegeta snarled as he sat beside Bulma on the large sofa, nursing his sore head. "You're giving me a headache!"
"Er…honey?" Bulma said timidly, ignoring Yamcha's glare at her calling him 'honey'. "Most people would call that a hangover." She and Vegeta had sobered up very quickly after their friends had seen them lying in a heap on the doorstep, and now the side affects of their drinking marathon were starting to set in.
"I do not have a hangover." Vegeta insisted, wincing as a wave of pain shot once again through his pounding head. "It's all those drinks you bought me! They gave me a headache."
"Exactly." Bulma told him. "You have a hangover."
"Since when did the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, the strongest being in the universe, suffer from ailments so pathetic as a hangover."
"Since he started going out getting pissed!" Bulma said, standing up and walking into the kitchen. She emerged a moment later holding two glasses containing a thick reddish brown substance that could only be described as looking like blood mixed with thick mud.
"What's this?" Vegeta asked suspiciously as she handed him one of the glasses. "Haven't you given me enough potentially dangerous beverages today?"
"Alcohol is not a potentially dangerous beverage." Bulma replied, sitting down and turning her glass round in her hands. "And neither's that. I call it a Hangover Hanger. It kills your hangover like straight away. Just drink it."
"Well why should I trust you?" Vegeta asked, clearly just looking for a reason to argue with her. "You're not drinking yours."
"I'll tell you why you should trust me!" Bulma shouted, much to her own and Vegeta's annoyance, and they both winced in pain. "Because if you don't stop whining like a three year old and just drink it, I'll turn the taps on every time you take your morning shower for the next month. And if you want me to drink mine, fine. We'll drink them at the same time."
Vegeta nodded, and Bulma started the countdown. "Ready." They both raised the glasses to their lips. "Get set." They both took a long, deep breath. "Go!" Bulma and Vegeta tipped their heads back and started gulping down the drink as fast as they could, trying to ignore its foul taste. Finally, at around the same time, they emptied their glasses and pulled them away from their mouths, gasping for breath.
"Kami!" Vegeta yelled, throwing his glass across the room, causing it to smash into the wall opposite him. "What the hell was that, woman? It tasted like crap!"
"I know it tasted like crap." Bulma retorted. "But from the way you're shouting and screaming and having a little temper tantrum, you sure as hell haven't got a headache anymore!"
Vegeta opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it again quickly. Bulma smiled in smug satisfaction.
"So." Bulma said, staring at the slightly shell-shocked Z Warriors. "What brings you guys to this neck of the woods?"
"Erm…well…" Krillen stammered, shocked by Vegeta and Bulma's almost flirtatious argument. "Your birthday."
"My birthday?" Bulma repeated, staring blankly at him. "You're here for my birthday?"
"Yup." Yamcha replied, sidling onto the settee between Bulma and Vegeta and putting his arms round his girlfriend's (A/N and I DON'T mean Vegeta!!) shoulders. "Your mom and dad arranged one of your all week parties, so here we are."
"Oh, thanks Yamcha!" Bulma said, snuggling closer to Yamcha and planting a kiss on his cheek. "This is great!"
Nobody noticed the low, threatening growl coming from Vegeta; nobody, that is, except for Goku and Piccolo. Goku grinned and winked in the Namek's direction.