Act 8

"I know you're hung over. Why don't you just stay here till the room stops spinning? I'm sorry I acted like an ass Vegeta," said Bulma.

"Why do you care?" Vegeta sullenly demanded. "Considering I slept with you woman while you were intoxicated I am amazed that you are even speaking to me. Don't you care?"

"I'm mad, but I know you didn't ask for this to happen," Bulma sighed.

"I don't need your PITY!" Vegeta snarled, and then staggered as his head spun.

"I'm not pitying you Vegeta, relax. It's just that I understand."

"Why?"

"I just do, okay? I know crazy things can happen when you're drunk. Obviously you needed to get blasted as much as I did to realize that it wasn't so bad to wake up with you," Bulma sighed as she slapped Vegeta on the back.

"Just leave me alone," he groaned, pressing hands to his face. He tried to get up, but stumbled. Bulma steadied him against her slender body, and helped Vegeta to walk out and sit down on the sofa.

"Easy Vegeta, just stay there," Bulma said, helping to lay him down.

"I'm the Prince of Saiyans I do NOT get hung over! Someone must have tried to poison me!"

"Well, you drank twelve bottles of tequila. No wonder you're this trashed. Even Goku didn't drink this much when he got married to Chichi. And I thought I put them away," Bulma chuckled awkwardly picking up the bottles and clunking them into the trash bin. She was struggling to straighten up her room before she either started screaming at him in her panic or asking herself why she was being so nice. Something about this made her want to have gone all the way. Yet there were no telltale aches or pains suggesting Vegeta had force himself on her.

"I repeat why are you being such a pain in the ass? I don't NEED your help!" Vegeta continued.

"It happens to all of us now and again. You were one party animal though Vegeta. Who thought you were such a wild and crazy guy," Bulma said awkwardly, sitting next to him and laying a cold wet washcloth over his brow.

"If you tell anyone I will KILL you," Vegeta groaned.

"Shh, easy there," Bulma whispered, swallowing hard. A strange fondness crept in seeing him so helpless, and their respective veneers crumbled. He closed his eyes, letting her fingers sooth his aching temples.

"Answer me this Woman, did you or did you not consent freely to being in my company irregardless of the intoxication?" he asked.

"Yes," Bulma answered. "And I know that you didn't actually… well do it with me. Or I'd have felt it."

"Humph," he mumbled. "You would have remembered doubtless."

"Thank you for not taking advantage of me," she said softly, kissing his cheek.

"Ugh, don't make me sicker," he groaned.

"I don't blame you silly, that's what I'm trying to say," she glared at him.

"I need food damn it before I puke again," Vegeta groaned.

"Well, I'll just get us breakfast. You look like you need a serious shower, because you smell like a frat house," she said.

"You don't smell any better, you idiot! So keep your mouth shut and thank Kami you're not picking your molecules up off the floor!" Vegeta grumbled, lightly pushing her hand away. "Woman, you drive me insane!"

"Look I'll admit I was shocked to wake up next to you, but I'm actually not sorry I did. And like it or not, I'm your friend in a way," said Bulma.

"You're insane. I don't WANT you as a friend. Least of all a weak fool like YOU!" he mumbled.

"Well, I'm your friend so deal with it," Bulma laughed nervously. "Someone's gotta back you up."

"Idiot," Vegeta mumbled. "I don't want you as a FRIEND; I want you as something else!"

"I had hoped you would," she said quietly. Vegeta glanced away, blushing profusely.

"I don't need your mindless drivel," he groaned.

"I'm glad that it was you I woke up with and not someone else. You probably saved me some major embarrassment. Because it's clear that whatever I thought I had with Bright Buns didn't look too attractive in the morning light. Not like you," she said.

"At least you show that you have some taste in the company you choose," Vegeta answered, taking her chin in his fingers. "I suppose you're not as big an imbecile as you often are."

"Bulma are you pissing Vegeta off?" Yamcha mumbled as he walked into the room wearing plaid pajama bottoms. He carried a T-shirt and high topped sneakers. He sat down and began to dress in full view of her and Vegeta both.

"Yamcha, don't you have someone else to worry about?" Bulma asked quietly.

"Yeah but I'm just wondering if Vegeta's okay," Yamcha blearily nodded.

"Where's your purple haired woman?" Vegeta mumbled.

"Taking a shower," Yamcha shrugged.

"I'm amazed you're not pissed off at me," she said quietly, feeling very disappointed he hardly seemed broken up about finding her with Vegeta.

"Here, this should work," Yamcha said as he threw a pair of workout pants and a T-shirt at Vegeta.

"What's this?" he mumbled.

"Babe I know that we both have bad nights. I had no idea what was going down. I never should have invited those guys here had I know that this would happen," Yamcha said.

"You did, and you shouldn't have. But I guess you blew it," Bulma said, turning her back on him.

"So your Majesty, are you coming to eat with me or not? Because I'm NOT making 20 plates of eggs for nothing," Bulma glared at him.

"Fine, just get me my clothes and stop pestering me!" he snarled.

"Get dressed and meet us downstairs," said Bulma. "And you need a SHOWER bud! You can use my bathroom."

"Bulma, wait," Yamcha stammered.

"Why don't you go and take that girl of yours to breakfast," Bulma said. "I'll deal with Vegeta."

"Bulma... are you sure you know what you're doing?" Yamcha protested.

"I do, now get out of here okay?" Bulma sighed.

"Stop talking so loud you fools!" Vegeta bellowed.

"Vegeta, stay out of this," Yamcha snapped at him. Vegeta's temper flared. Had he not felt so lousy he would have blasted the scar face on the spot.

"You wanted two females didn't you, weakling?" Vegeta said to a speechless Yamcha.

"This is NONE of your business you little troll!" Yamcha yelled at him, balling his fists.

"Want to make something of it bright buns?" Vegeta asked, raising his hand with the palm facing the baseball player.

"Vegeta, no ki in the house! This isn't the GR room. Now off to the shower pronto," Bulma interrupted, moving around to grab Vegeta's wrist.

"Look Yamcha I don't know what all happened, but it's starting to come back, and I distinctly recall that you had your hands all over that little purple haired tart, and you didn't seem to CARE that your best friend wanted to grope me," Bulma glared at him.

"You said it was all right to bring them, and I didn't hear you complaining, Bulma!" Yamcha shot back. "If you didn't WANT to do this you should have TOLD me!"

"I didn't know WHAT I wanted you dork! Had the thought occurred to you that maybe I didn't hear your little plan about sharing you with someone else? What makes you think that things were so bad between us you had to bring someone ELSE in to spice things up, huh?" Bulma challenged him, still shoving between a smirking Vegeta and an irate Yamcha.

"I wanted to make things interesting, so sue me! Is it wrong to try something fun?" Yamcha asked.

"Not when you aren't honest with me," Bulma said.

"Would you have even gone for it? No, because you have to CONTROL every damn thing, Babe," Yamcha said bitterly. His finger poked in the air only a few feet from them as he sauntered up.

"What are you talking about?" Bulma shrugged, clueless.

"Little Miss Princess who throws a fit when she doesn't get things her way that's who!" Yamcha exploded.

"Excuse me?" she shrieked. "I am NOT like that!"

"If the shoe fits," Yamcha growled. "You little spoiled brat! How dare you try to make this MY Fault when you're JUST as much to blame as I am? For ten years I've done nothing but try and be what you wanted me to, and you know what? I'm done Bulma. If you can't accept me for WHOM I am, then SCREW YOU!"

"As entertaining as this is, I really am getting rather hungry, so if you don't' mind could you end this charade?" Vegeta suddenly interrupted, glancing at both of them.

"I NEVER tried to change you!" Bulma yelled back, wheeling around from where Vegeta stood with a ringside view of the argument. "I just wanted you to make up your mind if you were committed to ME or not! But all you cared about was how good you looked in the eyes of your fans!"

"Oh boy, that's bullshit! You never did give a shit about what I wanted did you? You never wanted to try anything MY way, Bulma!" Yamcha glared at her. "Well you know what, I'm SICK of you bossing me around like I'm not GOOD enough for you. Maybe you're not good enough for me! Maybe it's because after so many years I realized why I you and I never worked. Because you were such a major BITCH? And I let YOU walk all over me when I could have had someone who didn't try to wrap me around her damn FIGNER like some…"

"You asshole how DARE you!" Bulma shrieked, letting go of Vegeta and suddenly throwing herself at Yamcha. He put up his wrists, taking hold of them as he tried to stop her from hurting him.

"Get OFF of me! Ouch, what are you trying to do?" Yamcha yelled. .

She managed to get a stinging slap in before he shoved her hard away from him. Unfortunately he underestimated his strength and sent her tumbling into the wall. Had Vegeta not moved to catch her she would have broken several bones.

"OWW!" she yelped.

"Bulma are you okay?"

"You almost killed me you jerk!" she yelled at him. Vegeta simply stood her up again, moving back to let her fight her own battle. As much as he wished to step in, he didn't want to dishonor her at this moment.

"There you go blaming ME again! You know I'm stronger then you! Don't you realize that I could hurt you if I didn't…?" Yamcha yelled.

"A real man could control his strength!" Bulma blurted out.

"Well you know what Bulma, if you're so high and mighty, you can HAVE your alien Prince of Assholes. Cause the two of you deserve each other!" Yamcha blurted out, face flushed crimson with anger.

"FINE!" Bulma screamed.

"FINE!" Yamcha yelled back. "I'm DONE! It's OVER! And don't come crying BACK to me when his royal ASSHOLENESS dumps your butt!"

"I suggest you get out of here, loser," Vegeta said, grabbing Bulma around the waist before she could attack him again. Like a hellcat she spit and kicked, her eyes gleaming with rage towards the baseball player. Sadly Yamcha stormed out, his face crumpled with equal fury. He took a last look at her before wandering out the door.

Bulma's chest heaved in and out. She felt Vegeta's arm restraining her gently, but not holding her tightly enough to hurt. HE released her, and stood apart from the panting heiress. Not sure of what to say, she fought back any tears.

"What are you looking at?" she glared at him.

"You. You're even uglier when you're angry," he said quietly, with a small smirk.

"Get your ass into the shower before I kick it there," she panted, momentarily distracted from her anger at her now ex boyfriend.

"It sounds like fun," he smirked, wandering away. Glancing with a strange respect towards her, he disappeared into the bathroom. Bulma sat down on her bed in shock at what had just happened. The tears she expected to come were not there, and she found herself with a sad smile instead.

"It's his loss," she thought quietly. "And you know maybe he's right. I am a spoiled brat…"

Rolling over onto her stomach she hugged her pillow and then sat up. With a last glance at the shower she slid her feet into her slippers and wandered downstairs to fix breakfast for Vegeta.

TBC!