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2:34 P.M.

Was the time Bulma finally seemed to regain conscienceness after last night. She awoke, apparantly sleeping on the opposite side of her bed, without any sheets to cover her aching body. Her neck seemed to hurt from the awkward position she slept all night. She rubbed her eyes as she walked towards the bathroom across the hallway.

Her image on the mirror wasn't so frightening as last times. Her hair was a mess, but her face didn't seem to have suffered much damage. She led out a yawn before splashing water to her face. What a headache she'd been feeling!

As she dried her face with a dry towel, she tried remembering what she'd done last night, lest we say today since it was in the early hours of the day. All that was drawn from her memory was drinking alone in the table downstairs. She wasn't sure how many bottles she'd drank, but she knew it was beyond two considering she dropped two on the floor.

Flashes of memories began to pierce her mind.

Cold air through her body.

Calling someone's name. Searching for someone.

The feeling of being carried by someone.. cradled by someone warm.

Who was this? What was she remembering?!

A yell, a kiss, an embrace...

"Oh Kami no.." she muttered as she stared at her image through the mirror.

Nobody was living with her except Vegeta, and by what she could remember..that person whom she must have kissed must have been him.

Her cheeks flushed bright red at the thought. She touched her lips with her fingers, muttering the word," Vegeta," once more as if to feeling the name familiar.

For a moment she remained silent, stressing to dig deeper into her subconscience, trying to pull more details from her dull memory. It seemed usless..was she really that drunk?!

Apparantly so.

What was she to do now?! First that incident of her sudden hug. Now this?! Did she sleep with him? What did she do? What did they do?

Questions poured as one followed the next. She was unable to answer, and it strained her mind from such effort. Her body ached, yet there wasn't a secure answer for what they had done, or might not have done.

Without waiting for more answers to trouble her, she ran downstairs, seeking Vegeta and answers. He was not in his room, nor was he downstairs. She checked the training room if it was being used, but the operation machine showed no sign of being occupied.

"Where are you Vegeta?" she asked as she continued to search.

It seemed as if he had left. Searching in the city or outside would seem rather usless considering he could be anywhere in the world at this moment. Perhaps waiting would suite best for now.

Patience.

That's not something she was too fond with. She returned inside, aiming to fix herself up. Her appetite seemed to wander with her memory. Not a single morsel of food touched her lips as she waited. All she digested were painkillers for the headache that throbbed in her mind.

Hours seemed to slip away slowly as she awaited for his return. The sun seemed to be setting, off into slumber to let the moon have her time to shine. It was close to seven when she heard someone enter. Her head raised up to see his figure stand before her.

"Vegeta.." she said as he began to walk upstairs.

He didn't respond, rather not noticing her laying on the couch.

"Vegeta!" she raised her voice, yet did not yell. She stood, walking over to him as he proceeded with escalading the stairs.

"What," he replied.

"I need to ask you!" was her half asked question.

He turned to face her, he steps above her. He looked at the worried-face woman who seemed to blush as she looked at him, yet her face seemed full with determination.

He awaited to hear her unanswered question.

She hesitated, but asked," Last night...well today..whatever..Did we...well I was um.." she seemed to murmur the words, not knowing how to properly ask such question.

Oh screw this.

"Did we do anything while I was..well drunk?!" It bursted out bluntly.

Vegeta was suprised at such an odd question, yet he remained without expression, and simply replied," No," before continuing towards his room.

"Wait!" she insisted and began to walk up," You have to tell me what happened!"

"Nothing I already told you," he said.

"That's not enough! I remember, not clearly, but I do remember..kissing you," the last words came out softly with insecureness.

"You were foolish, an idiot, you did rash things," he replied.

"You always seem to find a way to insult me don't you Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

So it was true, their incident involved more than just a hug.

"So..nothing happened between us right? A simple kiss right?" she repeated.

A simple kiss, he thought. It was more than that, but he did not allow for anything to go beyond that. She was not herself, and it was not him to take advantage of the situtation. The woman would not have done such thing anyways (or would she allow it) if she was in her normal state.

"A simple, insignificant kiss, yes," he assured.

"Insignificant..?" she repeated in a quiet tone.

" Yes. It meant nothing, so make nothing of it. It was a mistake. It does not change anything between us, nor will it ever," he replied calmly, yet the words seemed so harsh to her heart.

"Insignificant..." she stammered as he left into his room," Insignificant...it's what this all means to you..?"

A/N: Awee poor Bulma. I'm listening to depressing songs..apparantly it affects my mood. The weather is so windy, and cold! Geez. Okay, update soon I promise. Review please. :)

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