Chapter 3 - Slumber Party
Bulma stood up and stretched, yawning loudly.
"Look, guys." She said, looking around at all of her friends. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but, well, erm, I'm a bit on the wrecked side, and if I don't get some shut-eye now, I'll end up crashing out on the carpet right here. I'm afraid I'm not really up to parting tonight."
"Don't worry, Bulma." ChiChi said, smiling at Bulma. "When your parents arranged this party, your mother wanted to make it a little different from all your other parties."
"Well what did she arrange?" Bulma asked, glancing round the room, looking for any sign that her mother had lost what little sanity she had and ordered a strip-o-gram.
"Well," ChiChi replied. "All our bags are in the Casual Ballroom. Along with twelve nice comfy beds, ordered especially."
"Bags?" Bulma echoed, staring blankly at ChiChi. "Casual Ballroom?? Beds???"
"Don't you get it, dear?" Mrs Briefs said, smiling ditzily at her daughter. "You're having a little slumber party!"
"What in the name of Kami is a slumber party?" Vegeta demanded, obviously annoyed by all this 'pathetic human chatter'. "It sounds absolutely ridiculous!"
"It's where you have a party and all of the guests sleep over." Bulma replied, beaming. "You guys! This is incredible!"
"We thought you'd like it." Goku said, smiling.
'Kakarot thought?' Vegeta thought with a smirk. 'Well there's a first.'
"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed, glaring at the Saiyan prince angrily. "Don't be rude!"
"What?" Vegeta cried, staring at her in confusion. "I didn't even say anything!"
Bulma looked away, her eyebrows furrowed. 'That's weird.' Bulma thought. 'I could have sworn I heard him mutter something about Goku.'
"So." ChiChi said, breaking the sudden awkward silence. "How about we all go to bed. We can carry on chatting once we're all snuggled up and warm."
"That sounds good to me." Bulma said, standing up, grabbing Vegeta's hand as she did so and pulling him to his feet, neither his tired and unbothered body nor his usually argumentative mouth giving any argument.
Bulma quickly let go of Vegeta's hand as she noticed Yamcha glaring furiously at heir hands, and a warm flush suddenly rose to her face.
"Right!" Bulma blurted, blushing even more as she noticed Vegeta smirking at her cockily. "To bed! In a non-kinky way!"
*
Vegeta rolled over, pressed the button on the side of his digital watch, and looked at the time. It was 2:30am, and he couldn't sleep. The room was filled with the sounds of peaceful slumber, from the light, even breathing of some, to the heavy snores of others, but Vegeta still could not sleep.
It didn't make any sense. He was in exactly the same environment as he was usually in at night. He was lying in a soft, comfy bed, it was nice and quiet, and he was exhausted. But he still could not sleep. It was then he realised: something was missing.
Silently, Vegeta swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. Then, careful not to make any noise, he crept across the room, until he reached his destination.
Vegeta carefully slipped into the bed beside Bulma, and pulled the covers over himself. This was what had been missing. In six months, not once had he not had Bulma with him while he slept, and now it seemed, he could not sleep without her breathing softly beside him.
"You couldn't sleep either?" Came whispered a voice from beside him. "Did poor little Vegeta get all lonely?"
"No!" Vegeta replied too quickly. "I was just worried you might get lonely."
"Yeah, right, Mr Big Tough Man." Bulma replied sceptically. "Just shut up and go to sleep. I'm wrecked."
Vegeta closed his eyes, opened them again and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't know what had happened to him since his arrival on Chikyuu, but right now, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting some sleep. He closed his eyes again, and before long, both he and Bulma were consumed by sleep.
*
Yamcha woke up and stretched, smiling happily. He'd had a brilliant dream; him, Gracie, and a nice warm Jacuzzi in the sun. Perfect. Just as long as Bulma never found out.
Chuckling, he glanced over to Bulma's bed. There she was, sleeping like a baby. And from the look of it, Vegeta had already got up to train, judging by the fact that the bed next to his own was empty.
"Perfect." Yamcha whispered under his breath. He climbed out of bed and walked towards Vegeta's bed. Stepping up onto it, he jumped up and down a couple of times, messing up the pillows and the sheets, before stepping off the other side.
"Just to piss off our Prince." He muttered spitefully. "That'll teach him to flirt with my fiancée." He grinned to himself, trying not to laugh out loud. He hadn't actually proposed to her yet, but how could she turn down a gorgeous guy like him?! (A/N: Yeah, right.) In a few months time, he'd be married to the richest woman on all of Chikyuu, living a life of luxury, taking Gracie, Lucy, Belle and Cora anywhere they wanted for a holiday. And occasionally Bulma, of course.
Yamcha tip-toed over to where Bulma slept, and stood over her for a moment, grinning. Then, he leant down and shook her hard, waking her up.
"Huh?" Bulma said groggily, still half asleep. "Vegeta? That you?"
"No." Yamcha said irritably, his good mood suddenly replaced by jealousy. "It's Yamcha. You know, your boyfriend."
"Oh." Bulma said blandly. "Hey Yamcha. Where's Vegeta?"
"For Kami's sake!" Yamcha half-shouted. "'Is that you Vegeta?', 'Where's Vegeta?'. Do you ever think of anything else?"
"What?" Bulma demanded, sitting up in her bed. "How dare you yell at me for asking where Vegeta is. Every time I mention him you get all grouchy! What the hell's wrong with you? Aren't I allowed friends?"
"Not when they happen to be an arrogant little midget called Vegeta." Yamcha replied shortly.
"Shut up Yamcha!" Bulma snapped. "Just give this up already! Has he gone to train or what?"
"Has who gone to train?" Yamcha asked, rolling his eyes in annoyance."
"Vegeta you prat!" Bulma shouted. "Where is he?"
"I'm here." Came a voice from under the covers. "Why?"
Bulma had to force herself to stop laughing at the look on Yamcha's face. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched the Saiyan prince emerge from under the covers.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED?!!?" Yamcha roared, waking the rest of the sleeping Z Warriors, who all turned round to watch the drama. "I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!!"
"Yamcha stop shouting." Bulma said calmly. "You'll give yourself a nosebleed."
"I'll give you a nosebleed, you little WHORE!" Yamcha shouted, grabbing Bulma by the front of her tank top and lifting her violently out of the bed so that her feet were dangling just above the floor.
Vegeta was up in a second. In a few lightning-fast moves, he had his left arm protectively round Bulma, while the other hand held Yamcha tightly by the throat.
"Say that again." He growled threateningly, his eyes narrowed. Yamcha remained silent. Vegeta released his grip on his throat, and he fell to the floor on his hands and knees, choking. "It's not my place to kick you out of this party, but if you talk to Bulma like that again, I'll make it my place to personally break your neck."
Vegeta walked away, stopped after a few paces, and turned round. "And for the record," he said, glaring at Yamcha. "Me and Bulma have slept in the same bed for the last six months. It doesn't mean we're screwing."
With that, he walked silently out of the room.
Bulma stood up and stretched, yawning loudly.
"Look, guys." She said, looking around at all of her friends. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but, well, erm, I'm a bit on the wrecked side, and if I don't get some shut-eye now, I'll end up crashing out on the carpet right here. I'm afraid I'm not really up to parting tonight."
"Don't worry, Bulma." ChiChi said, smiling at Bulma. "When your parents arranged this party, your mother wanted to make it a little different from all your other parties."
"Well what did she arrange?" Bulma asked, glancing round the room, looking for any sign that her mother had lost what little sanity she had and ordered a strip-o-gram.
"Well," ChiChi replied. "All our bags are in the Casual Ballroom. Along with twelve nice comfy beds, ordered especially."
"Bags?" Bulma echoed, staring blankly at ChiChi. "Casual Ballroom?? Beds???"
"Don't you get it, dear?" Mrs Briefs said, smiling ditzily at her daughter. "You're having a little slumber party!"
"What in the name of Kami is a slumber party?" Vegeta demanded, obviously annoyed by all this 'pathetic human chatter'. "It sounds absolutely ridiculous!"
"It's where you have a party and all of the guests sleep over." Bulma replied, beaming. "You guys! This is incredible!"
"We thought you'd like it." Goku said, smiling.
'Kakarot thought?' Vegeta thought with a smirk. 'Well there's a first.'
"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed, glaring at the Saiyan prince angrily. "Don't be rude!"
"What?" Vegeta cried, staring at her in confusion. "I didn't even say anything!"
Bulma looked away, her eyebrows furrowed. 'That's weird.' Bulma thought. 'I could have sworn I heard him mutter something about Goku.'
"So." ChiChi said, breaking the sudden awkward silence. "How about we all go to bed. We can carry on chatting once we're all snuggled up and warm."
"That sounds good to me." Bulma said, standing up, grabbing Vegeta's hand as she did so and pulling him to his feet, neither his tired and unbothered body nor his usually argumentative mouth giving any argument.
Bulma quickly let go of Vegeta's hand as she noticed Yamcha glaring furiously at heir hands, and a warm flush suddenly rose to her face.
"Right!" Bulma blurted, blushing even more as she noticed Vegeta smirking at her cockily. "To bed! In a non-kinky way!"
*
Vegeta rolled over, pressed the button on the side of his digital watch, and looked at the time. It was 2:30am, and he couldn't sleep. The room was filled with the sounds of peaceful slumber, from the light, even breathing of some, to the heavy snores of others, but Vegeta still could not sleep.
It didn't make any sense. He was in exactly the same environment as he was usually in at night. He was lying in a soft, comfy bed, it was nice and quiet, and he was exhausted. But he still could not sleep. It was then he realised: something was missing.
Silently, Vegeta swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. Then, careful not to make any noise, he crept across the room, until he reached his destination.
Vegeta carefully slipped into the bed beside Bulma, and pulled the covers over himself. This was what had been missing. In six months, not once had he not had Bulma with him while he slept, and now it seemed, he could not sleep without her breathing softly beside him.
"You couldn't sleep either?" Came whispered a voice from beside him. "Did poor little Vegeta get all lonely?"
"No!" Vegeta replied too quickly. "I was just worried you might get lonely."
"Yeah, right, Mr Big Tough Man." Bulma replied sceptically. "Just shut up and go to sleep. I'm wrecked."
Vegeta closed his eyes, opened them again and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't know what had happened to him since his arrival on Chikyuu, but right now, he didn't care. All he cared about was getting some sleep. He closed his eyes again, and before long, both he and Bulma were consumed by sleep.
*
Yamcha woke up and stretched, smiling happily. He'd had a brilliant dream; him, Gracie, and a nice warm Jacuzzi in the sun. Perfect. Just as long as Bulma never found out.
Chuckling, he glanced over to Bulma's bed. There she was, sleeping like a baby. And from the look of it, Vegeta had already got up to train, judging by the fact that the bed next to his own was empty.
"Perfect." Yamcha whispered under his breath. He climbed out of bed and walked towards Vegeta's bed. Stepping up onto it, he jumped up and down a couple of times, messing up the pillows and the sheets, before stepping off the other side.
"Just to piss off our Prince." He muttered spitefully. "That'll teach him to flirt with my fiancée." He grinned to himself, trying not to laugh out loud. He hadn't actually proposed to her yet, but how could she turn down a gorgeous guy like him?! (A/N: Yeah, right.) In a few months time, he'd be married to the richest woman on all of Chikyuu, living a life of luxury, taking Gracie, Lucy, Belle and Cora anywhere they wanted for a holiday. And occasionally Bulma, of course.
Yamcha tip-toed over to where Bulma slept, and stood over her for a moment, grinning. Then, he leant down and shook her hard, waking her up.
"Huh?" Bulma said groggily, still half asleep. "Vegeta? That you?"
"No." Yamcha said irritably, his good mood suddenly replaced by jealousy. "It's Yamcha. You know, your boyfriend."
"Oh." Bulma said blandly. "Hey Yamcha. Where's Vegeta?"
"For Kami's sake!" Yamcha half-shouted. "'Is that you Vegeta?', 'Where's Vegeta?'. Do you ever think of anything else?"
"What?" Bulma demanded, sitting up in her bed. "How dare you yell at me for asking where Vegeta is. Every time I mention him you get all grouchy! What the hell's wrong with you? Aren't I allowed friends?"
"Not when they happen to be an arrogant little midget called Vegeta." Yamcha replied shortly.
"Shut up Yamcha!" Bulma snapped. "Just give this up already! Has he gone to train or what?"
"Has who gone to train?" Yamcha asked, rolling his eyes in annoyance."
"Vegeta you prat!" Bulma shouted. "Where is he?"
"I'm here." Came a voice from under the covers. "Why?"
Bulma had to force herself to stop laughing at the look on Yamcha's face. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched the Saiyan prince emerge from under the covers.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED?!!?" Yamcha roared, waking the rest of the sleeping Z Warriors, who all turned round to watch the drama. "I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!!"
"Yamcha stop shouting." Bulma said calmly. "You'll give yourself a nosebleed."
"I'll give you a nosebleed, you little WHORE!" Yamcha shouted, grabbing Bulma by the front of her tank top and lifting her violently out of the bed so that her feet were dangling just above the floor.
Vegeta was up in a second. In a few lightning-fast moves, he had his left arm protectively round Bulma, while the other hand held Yamcha tightly by the throat.
"Say that again." He growled threateningly, his eyes narrowed. Yamcha remained silent. Vegeta released his grip on his throat, and he fell to the floor on his hands and knees, choking. "It's not my place to kick you out of this party, but if you talk to Bulma like that again, I'll make it my place to personally break your neck."
Vegeta walked away, stopped after a few paces, and turned round. "And for the record," he said, glaring at Yamcha. "Me and Bulma have slept in the same bed for the last six months. It doesn't mean we're screwing."
With that, he walked silently out of the room.