A/N: sorry I didn't update in a while…

Disclaimer : don't own dbz

So… here's the rest of chapter seven

A clattering of plastic falling to the floor, followed by a few cuss words was the greeting Bulma received as she slowly woke. She rubbed her temples and groaned; horrible hangover. Vegeta pushed open the door to Bulma's room and dropped a phone on the pillow. He set a bowl on the table and stuck a spoon in it.

"Vegeta? What happened?"

"Answer the phone first. We'll talk later", Vegeta replied, pointing to the phone. Confused, Bulma reached in front of her and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Bulma! What happened? We never saw you again after you left! Where did you go? Vegeta seemed so pissed off! What - "

"Uh, heh. Chi, I'm alright. I just uh, I need a sec ok? Maybe we can meet up later and -"

"Oh… I see. Vegeta's there, isn't he?" Chichi asked with a laugh. Bulma blushed and quickly muttered a "bye" before hanging up.

"Vegeta? What happened last night?" Bulma asked, setting the phone back on the bed.

"Apparently, you were dead drunk and ran into Yamcha who was also drunk. I don't know what happened, but you had bruises all over and I found you sitting on the floor in a room", Vegeta relied, sitting down on Bulma's bed. He fiddled with a corner of the blanket while Bulma sat quietly, looking thoughtful.

"I think I remember some of what happened, but it's mostly a blur. I think… I remember wanting to go find you, but I don't remember why. Then, I had to barf so I found a toilet", Bulma paused and smiled, "So after that I remember bumping into things. And I remember Alana… "

"You saw Alana?" Vegeta asked, jerking his head up.

"Why?"

"I uh… Maybe she hurt you, you know? These cuts and stuff", Vegeta replied awkwardly, pointing to a cut below Bulma's elbow.

"Nah. She left when I went in. I think she was- "

"Where did you go in?" Vegeta asked, looking alert.

"This room. Yamcha was there, and I remember hugging him… or maybe he was hugging- "

"You were hugging Yamcha! Him? Again?" Vegeta yelled, jumping up from the bed.

"No! Vegeta, wait! I - "

"What the hell were you doing with him?"

"Vegeta! Listen!"

"I don't need to listen. Isn't it painfully obvious? You were drunk, he was drunk. What do two drunk people do? Especially since you two used to date and who knows what else you can do in a dark room?"

"Vegeta", Bulma said quietly, almost in a whisper. A tear leaked out of her eye and she cowered back. "Vegeta, Are you accusing me of sleeping with him? I'm a virgin, dammit!"

"I don't care", Vegeta said, turning towards the door.

"Please, Vegeta… I…" Bulma fell silent and Vegeta turned to hear what she had to say. The next words that came out were one he dreaded. "Vegeta, I'm not going to beg you to believe me. I'm not that low", Bulma sighed and looked him straight in the eye.

"Fine", Vegeta muttered, stepping into the hall. He took one last look at Bulma, then slammed the door rudely.

"Bulma stayed frozen on the bed, eyes fixed on the spot where Vegeta once stood. "Why'd I have to say that?" she wondered aloud. She couldn't figure out why the words she spoke were so different from the ones in her heart. In her heart, a voice had been crying out, "Don't go!", and when Vegeta left so abruptly, the voice began whining, "Why didn't you leave me?"

Bulma sighed and wiped a tear from her cheek as more fell from her eyes. She turned to look at the bowl Vegeta had brought and let out a small gasp. There lay a bowl of milk with alphabet cereal floating around. Bulma looked closer at the letter inside and came up with her name "Bulma". This left the girl in even more tears and without even touching the cereal, Bulma cried herself to sleep.

Vegeta slammed the car door and quickly started the engine, driving furiously down the road. He felt so confused, so angry, so… embarrassed? This morning was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to bring Bulma her cereal, accept her "thank you", and live happily ever after. Instead, it turned into a verbal battlefield. Vegeta knew he said things he didn't mean, but it was too late to take them back.

He drove for a few minutes, uncertain about where to go. He couldn't head over to Goku's place since Chichi would be there. Krillen's place with 18 was out of the question. Vegeta sighed and rolled down the window, letting the warm breeze blow through his hair. He stopped at a red light and growled in frustration.

Vegeta looked out the window and spotted a trail leading up to a bumpy mountain. Suddenly, memories from his childhood came flooding back at him. Vegeta followed the trail to the mountain top and parked his car. He jumped out, expecting to see things the way they were before. Yes. There it was. In the middle of the woody mountain was a small log cabin that belonged to his parents before they died.

The family often came here to camp out and Vegeta vividly remembered every inch of the place. He sighed and unlocked the door to the cabin. It was a private place that no one knew about. Vegeta stepped in the door and looked around. All the furniture, although a bit dusty, remained exactly the way they were before. Vegeta decided to stay here, hoping to take his mind off of Bulma.

He carelessly blew away some dust from the bed and dropped down on it, closing his eyes. He spent all day worrying about Bulma and was now exhausted. With the hazy sun warming up the cool room, Vegeta easily fell asleep.

A/N : yay! Another chapter up! It's not that long… but I hope you still like it!