Act 7 Strange Bedfellows
"Vegeta oh VEGETA!" moaned a woman's voice.
"I'm here, precious one," Vegeta moaned in his sleep, turning over. A warm body pressed to his, female arms twining around his neck. He stopped, trying to remember where he was. The woman's body pressed into his arms, and Vegeta swore that it must be Jennlyn. Had he dreamed the entire nightmare about his death at Freiza's hands?
Yet there was something different about Jennlyn. Her voice was different, and the taste of her lips was more Saiyan then he recalled. Since Jennlyn was an Idsarjin pleasure slave, she had a more spicy cinnamon taste of brass to her lips. This woman tasted of wine and tobacco.
Wait, his mind told him. Sorting out the haze he realized he had slept very soundly. As he let the female kiss him, he struggled to remember Jennlyn and why she'd be here at all.
As he recalled, Zarbon presented his two 'jewels' with fresh clothes. He stopped making fun of Vegeta as an uncultured apeling. For a time the two actually tolerated each other's company, till Zarbon requested Naiya. Vegeta like a fool gave her over, and when he returned the poor thing was bruised and bloody.
That had been the start of the rift. He placed Naiya in a regen tank, biding Raditz to watch over her. Zarbon teased the Prince for being so attached to his whores. But Vegeta made certain Naiya was either in the care of Napa or Raditz when he was not there. It took a long time for her to stop flinching at his touch. Whatever he had done, he blamed himself.
Then came the day he found Naiya had gone missing. Rumors had it that Dudoria took her and raped her within an inch of her life. Napa returned with the beaten body, his face filled with disgust at the welts on her. While he did his share of raping, he never came this close to killing his whores. Perhaps he was rough, but he always treated them at least as well as a favorite pet. Naiya was dirty and almost dead.
Vegeta knew she would never recover. She pleaded for her death. Vegeta reached out and caressed her throat. With a quick twist he snapped her neck and killed her. It was a better place then life as a humiliated timid creature disfigured for life. After he had dispatched her, he incinerated her body so nothing remained a clean death for a slave who'd pleased him.
Jennlyn was luckier. For many years she served him, and trained the other bed slaves Freiza threw his way. He was given the task of taking the virginity of many of the prettiest women on the ship before they were passed on to the others. But Jennlyn was never taken from him. At least until Bok Choi attacked him personally and stole her. Before he could carry her off, Vegeta aimed a ki beam, killing her instantly. That was the beginning of the end.
So whoever was kissing him and rolling him over in bed was not her. Someone else was tugging his shorts down and massaging his hot length with steady fingers. He found his hands cupping breasts that were larger then hers, and fit his hands like a dream.
A stab of pain went through Vegeta's heart. He hadn't even realized that he could claim to have had anything resembling feelings so weak and tender. A scab was ripped off an old wound in whatever remained of his shrunken heart and he stopped the kiss.
"Jennlynn," he muttered, taking the hands and pushing them away.
"Who's Jennlynn?" someone sniffled.
"What the hell..." he spluttered, sitting bold upright in bed. He raised two fingers to generate a blue glow, and let out a cry of surprise when he saw who he was in bed with.
"Vegeta?" Bulma gasped. "Who's Jennlynn?"
"What the hell are you doing in my bed you crazy female!" he stammered, backing away in a hot blush. Bulma clapped her hands to turn on the light, yelping as she wrapped the blankets around her. Vegeta tumbled out of the bed, smashing himself on the floor.
"Wait a minute buster this is MY room! Yours is in that damn GR in the yard. AS far as I know you refused sleeping in the house with us! Come to think of it... you're NAKED!"
"So are you idiot!" he grumbled, seeing her blushing profusely at the sight of him standing there in all his glory. "What's so damn interesting? Or have you never seen an attractive male till now?"
"You arrogant son of a bitch, I ought to... here, put something ON for Kami's sake!" she screamed, throwing his boxer shorts at him.
"Shut up, you're hurting my ears, you idiot!" Vegeta snarled, sinking on the bed and clamping his hands over his ears. Grumbling he slid them on as he sat there.
"Oh god, my head stop yelling!" she groaned, laying down and shivering.
"I think I'm going to puke," he mumbled, hugging his abdomen. "You're just as intoxicated as I was so kindly shut the hell up!"
"I feel like crap... what happened?" Bulma whined, hugging her body.
"You were drunk, baka female," he snorted, lying down on the bed next to her. Just why they were still there in bed was beyond him, but he felt too ill to get up unless she kicked him out. Three empty bottles of tequila lay on the floor next to two dozen-beer cans and several tumblers with bent swizzle sticks on Bulma's side.
"I wanna die," she sniffled, sitting up and blinking. "What HAPPENED again Vegeta?"
"You got drunk, woman when you invited Dim sum and his stupid friends and two whores over for an orgy, and then dragged me up here that's what," he snapped.
"Where's YAMCHA?" she asked.
"You almost sound disappointed," he snorted. "You'd be wise to consider yourself fortunate that I graced your bed! You invited ME as I recall!"
Bulma suddenly saw the sincerity and annoyance mingling into the frown on his face. Dark brows furrowed into an angry expression that wasn't his usual scowl. Realization dawned with the sudden flux of memories tumbling from last night. Especially when she recalled the sensation of his lips on hers on the balcony. Under the stars they had kissed, and then everything blurred into blissful numbness. Glancing at him she admitted, "I guess I did, didn't I?"
"You idiotic fool," Vegeta growled.
"Who's Jennlynn?" Bulma asked.
"Someone who obviously isn't you, Woman," said Vegeta blushing bright red.
"Was she your girlfriend?" asked Bulma quietly. His silence confirmed her suspicions, and she felt awkward as well.
"Bulma, where are you?" came a loud moan from just outside their door.
"Yami, where are you going?" a woman's voice pleaded. "Don't leave me."
"Does that answer your question?" Vegeta asked as Bulma snapped to attention. The door burst open, revealing Yamcha wearing nothing but a bed sheet, and a half naked Shandi clinging to his waist.
"Who's making all that damn noise!" came an irritated shout from down the hall.
"Shut up!" Vegeta snarled, clamping hands over his ears and curling up on Bulma's bed.
"Yamcha, what the HELL happened!" Bulma shouted at him as he staggered in.
"Oh my Kami!" he gasped, seeing her there as the sheet dropped. "What the hell are you doing in bed with HIM?"
"I should ask you what you were doing with her!" she glared at him.
"You thought I was her? You jerk!" Shandi screamed, smacking his face. Yamcha crumpled on the ground, losing his balance.
"Ouch!" he groaned, rubbing his stinging cheek. "That's not what I meant honey… I OWW!"
Shandi glared at him, "Where is my dress!"
"Baby, it's in my room!" Yamcha stammered.
"Now WAIT a minute, lady just calm down. Yamcha find her something to wear before I lose it," Bulma shouted irritably as Yamcha groaned. Vegeta stumbled out of her bed and disappeared into her bathroom. The sounds of someone retching made Bulma wince and Yamcha groan as she tried to help him stand.
"God Bulma, I though... holy crap I'm sorry," Yamcha stammered. "Did Vegeta hurt you?"
"Yamcha, you're apologizing to me?" she blinked at him.
"We both screwed up," Yamcha said quietly, tracking her cheek. "I guess you thought I'd be him, huh? I thought she was you. "
"No, I don't' think so, but wait a second, this was YOUR idea!" she mumbled.
"Its okay baby, I shouldn't have pushed you to do this," Yamcha apologized.
"Yamcha, I feel sick," Shandi whined.
"Here, take this," Bulma grumbled, tossing a robe at her.
"Who... Bulma?" Shandi blinked. "Oh god I'm so embarrassed!"
"Don't be," sighed Bulma. "I guess we all got carried away. Yamcha, where's Vegeta?"
"I don't know," Yamcha mumbled as they heard him retching.
"Kami, I'll take care of him," she muttered. "You take care of her."
"Right," he nodded, walking over and taking Shandi by the arm. He was feeling very guilty at what he'd done. If he hadn't been so horny and insisting that they spice up their sex life this wouldn't have happened.
It had started with a dare between him and his teammates. Yamcha had heard of two sisters who liked to experiment and swing. Chopsuay had come to him while Yamcha was in a funk about Bulma's lack of interest in him. Together they had devised a plan where Shandi and Ginger would willingly fool around as a threesome with Bulma and Yamcha. Upon hearing this, Bulma almost had a stroke. However out of love for him, she was willing to meet them.
At first blush they got along well that night at dinner. Sheepishly Bulma realized that whatever was in the alcohol had knocked him for a loop. She picked up the bottles of tequila, glancing at them. Then she frowned, as he tasted something foul.
"Jeez no wonder Vegeta's so sick, this stuff's tainted," she grumbled, tasting rubbing alcohol in the dregs of one tequila bottle. No less then twelve of them were scattered around Bulma's room among Vegeta's blue workout suit and white gloves.
The sounds of Vegeta's retching made her feel sorry for the Prince. While she was angry at first, he couldn't blame the poor guy puking into the commode. Memories drifted back of how she clearly had thrown herself at him, so being angry at him wasn't right. Especially when she had wanted him so badly at the time.
Sighing, Bulma had a pretty good idea of how lousy Vegeta must feel right now. Because Bulma pitied him, the Prince had somehow become a fixture in the household. Since they'd lived there she had gotten to know the one time enemy. Anger and frustration had turned to understanding. Both she and the Desert Bandit had tried to make friends because Bulma asked him to, but Vegeta constantly rebuffed him. Now in the blink of an eye, she realized she wasn't sorry at all that she had awakened in his arms rather then Yamcha's. Bulma didn't know if she was disturbed more by this or that Yamcha had tried to get her drunk and force her to share him with his little floozy Shandi in the first place.
"Vegeta, you okay?" Bulma asked as she wandered into the bathroom. She grabbed some fresh towels, seeing Vegeta huddled on the floor by the commode. Over the porcelain bowl the Saiyan prince hurled the contents of his stomach.
"Leave me alone I don't need your help," Vegeta grunted.
"Vegeta just relax. I guess you haven't gotten drunk in a while, so you gotta take it easy, you've got one hell of a hangover," Bulma said as she helped steady Vegeta. Flushing the john, she then helped the Saiyan Prince to sit on the chair before her dressing table.
"I feel like crap. What are you doing here? Come to make fun of the alien getting wasted?" Vegeta moaned as he glared up at the woman. Wearing a pink Victoria secret robe, Bulma's face was creased with worry, not pity. Why she even gave a care, Vegeta wondered. Didn't the idiot still hate him for what he'd done?
"I live here, remember? Vegeta-chan just relax. I'll get you some Tylenol and water. Don't try to move or you'll make it worse," said Bulma.
"Stupid human," he mumbled, wondering why he was letting the Woman help him in his weakness. Yet the idiot human was at least acting to serve him, so he figured he might as well let her do so. If she was intelligent she wouldn't dare tell anyone she had helped him.
"Here, drink this. Slow now," Bulma said, returning with a bottle of fresh spring water and two pills. "When was the last time you drank Vegeta?"
"On Idsarsei 7 if it's any of your damn business, idiotic fool," Vegeta grunted, snatching the medicine and gulping the water down.
"Take it slow or you'll puke, Vegeta-chan. Easy now!" Bulma urged.
"Don't tell me how to drink fool! You're lucky I'm letting you serve me. If I didn't feel like crap I'd be strangling you woman! How dare you throw yourself at me in a drunken state then scream in my ears in the morning! Did you not wish for this to happen?" he growled.