Our Nights Out 1: The Brewery
Summary: Bulma made Vegeta promise to take her on more dates seeing as they didn't go on many in the early days of their relationship and she makes the plans for their first one as a married couple, a trip to a trendy new brewery. How will the two fare in the night life scene amongst a sea of younger couples?
Author's Note: This is a sequel of sorts to Couples Retreat. It will be a series of one shots after Vegeta agrees to take Bulma on more dates. That said, you don't need to read Couples Retreat to understand anything in this story. It's just going to be Vegeta and Bulma going on dates, a different activity each time. If anyone reading has date suggestions for future stories in this series, feel free to comment them or message me your ideas and I might include those ideas later on.
Bulma Briefs slumped in her office chair and stared outside the window at the rain pelting West City outside on a dark Thursday evening. It had proven to be a scorching summer so far and the rain was a welcome change. The rain proved to be the reprieve she needed from staring at yet another computer screen. She grew closer to wrapping up company work for the day, and she figured she could enjoy the display of nature outside, even if it was just for a moment. It had been a long stretch of weeks. She had forgotten just how draining corporate correspondence could be, especially after finishing up the more "fun" work in the lab.
It seemed as though normalcy had returned to the household since Bulma and her husband Vegeta had returned from their vacation. Both of them were already back in their regular routines. Bulma was back to work helping run Capsule Corporation with her parents and doing her own work in the lab. And of course, Vegeta was back to his training, either alone or with Goku or his son Trunks.
Their getaway was designed to not only give them both leisure time but also an opportunity to address their lingering issues in an isolated setting. The trip presented some unexpected challenges but overall seemed to be a success for the two of them. There seemed to be a greater sense of ease and warmth in their home, not to mention considerably less tension than before. Sure, there was still an occasional argument over something silly, but the arguments were always healthy and never malicious. In general, arguments like that were to be expected from two fiery, honest personalities.
Overall, Bulma was pleased with how Vegeta was committed to everything he had promised to do for her. He hadn't been distant at all despite spending most of the day training. He would still take breaks to have lunch or coffee with her when their schedules allowed. And perhaps most importantly, he was keeping his promise of helping out around the Capsule Corp. compound. Bulma giggled, remembering how she had caught glimpses of him working up a sweat during hot summer afternoons while mowing the lawn as he had promised to while she sat inside enjoying the air conditioning. He looked so ridiculous sitting on the power mower. As humorous as that all was, she was very grateful he was keeping his promises.
But Bulma was not done testing Vegeta's commitment just yet, there was one important task that she had yet to see him take part in. She had mentioned to him that she wanted him to go on more dates, in particular she wanted one night every month dedicated to just them going out. Friday evening was approaching, a perfect night for a date. But what would they do? She hadn't figured that part out yet. She had been focused on finishing her work for the day, which was nearing completion but felt like it was taking an eternity to finish. Hopefully she'd have an idea by the end of the evening.
"We're getting low on mouthwash..." Vegeta muttered as he stepped out of the bathroom bordering the bedroom, clad in his usual night attire of navy-blue shorts. Bulma was lying down in their bed in a pink nightgown, lost in a sci fi romance novel she had been reading, both of her favorite literary genres combined, she couldn't get enough of it.
"I'll remember to put mouthwash on the grocery list." Bulma responded as she turned the page of her book.
"You better. " Vegeta grumbled as he got into bed with her. "I'd rather not go to bed with a filthy mouth."
"Or you can run to the store yourself if it means that much to you." Bulma teased as Vegeta turned to look at her.
"Or you can be silent!" Vegeta fired back. "I have grown accustomed to the fresh, mint sensations in my mouth before retiring for the night. I'd rather not sleep and feel unclean..."
"Speaking of going out to somewhere like the store..." Bulma began as she put her book down and looked over to Vegeta. "Tomorrow is Friday night, do you know what that means?"
"It's another day of this planet continuing its' path traveling around the sun. Spare me your riddles." Vegeta replied as he put his arms behind his back.
"Remember how you promised me date night once a month?" Bulma asked, holding back some excitement as Vegeta started to sweat again and his eyes began to widen.
Shit... I forgot all about that promise...
"Tomorrow would be a good night for us to get out and do something, don't you think? I'm all caught up with work and I know for a fact that your evening schedule is wide open."
Her suggestion was met with silence, so she continued.
"I thought about letting you pick something for us to do, but I figure you'd be pretty clueless when it comes to planning a date."
The last sentence only elicited strained groans from Vegeta, but he knew she was right. He had not had a chance to research any dating exercises.
"And just what activities did you have in mind for us?" Vegeta asked nervously, internally dreading committing to this particular promise.
"I just saw this new brewery opened up in the West City arts district called Cosmic Taproom. It looks so trendy; we should check it out!"
"Fine! We can go tomorrow. Only humans would take part in a foolish waste of time like go indulge in drinking at an alcohol factory." Vegeta crossed his arms, feeling agitated at the idea already. "It says a lot about your race, that they'd rather do this foolish activity instead of attempting to grow stronger!"
"Good to see you're already excited!" Bulma replied. "And by the way, it's not just an actual factory, genius. Yeah, they make their own drinks but there's a bar for people to try out the drinks. Hence the TAP ROOM part of the name. That's where we will be spending our evening, unless you want to see the factory part for some weird reason."
I'd rather not see anything! Vegeta thought, still staring up at the ceiling. At this point, he had enough sense and self-control to not say that out loud.
"We would be there right now if you had let me fly us there..." Vegeta grumbled as he stared out the window of the cab, gazing at the sleek buildings that were passing by him. The sun was beginning to set as the pair were driven through the downtown area of West City and its' gleaming downtown cityscape on their way to the arts district.
Much to Vegeta's chagrin, Friday evening arrived quickly despite his best efforts to draw training out with Trunks before his grandparents watched him for the night. The prince tried to avoid looking at clocks all day as well. It seemed as though the training only lasted a few minutes and this cab ride was never ending. It felt like being back inside the Hyberbolic Time Chamber all over again.
"Oh right, because that wouldn't draw any attention to us or anything." Bulma retorted. "Just enjoy the ride, you've probably never been this deep into the city before."
"That's not true." Vegeta countered, still looking out the window at the gleam of skyscrapers. "The city Nappa and I blew up looked just like this one. I-"
"Heh... good one, honey." Bulma interjected, laughing nervously. "But we know you're only joking, and you never blew up any cities."
Bulma noticed the cab driver's eyes widen in the rearview mirror after he finished that sentence.
"What?" Vegeta started, confused. "I'm not proud of it anymore but, of course we-"
He was cut off again as Bulma elbowed him in the rib, gesturing violently to move on to a different subject. Vegeta got the hint and crossed his arms again. While he was not the same man who did blow up cities when he first came to Earth, he did not understand why that subject was off limits. Soon the couple reached their destination as the cab pulled up in front of the brewery.
The West City arts district was the former factory district. Many industrial buildings, some still made of brick or wood, were now converted into restaurants, breweries or art galleries. Other buildings in this formerly industrial area were left abandoned, as reclaimed by nature as a building can get in an urban expanse with plants growing on the sides.
The brewery Bulma was interested in was a former warehouse. It was only two stories tall and still looked like a warehouse on the exterior, made of worn bricks with faded paint of logos of former owners of the building. Some were covered up with the logo of the new owner, Cosmic Taproom. Various plants hung down from the windows of other tenants in the building.
Vegeta was quick to exit the cab as soon as it came to a complete stop. He stood by the curb waiting for his wife to join him, straightening out his dark navy-blue button up shirt under his black jacket and putting his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. He surveyed the clientele entering and exiting the brick building.
Damn, so these are the pests that we'll be stuck with all night. He thought, observing the young people walking in and out of the building, conversing with each other before looking back at the cab. She better hurry up, the sooner we get this over with then the sooner I won't have to be around these brats.
Bulma soon exited the cab as well after paying the fee and giving the driver a nice tip from her purse before awkwardly laughing again. "Heh heh... doesn't my husband have a dark sense of humor?" she asked the perplexed middle-aged man in the driver's seat. "Blowing up a city, he's such a riot!" After her awkward laughter, he handed him another bit of zeni which he uneasily accepted before shooting off up the street.
She breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the big tip would make the man forget about her husband casually talking about destroying cities in times past. Bulma checked her make up in the mirror of a parked car to make sure she looked as good as she thought before heading inside. Seeing as she hadn't gone out in what felt like ages, Bulma put more work into her appearance as well as wearing one of her favorite dresses, a lilac-colored sundress. She had been growing out her hair as well, which was now shoulder length.
"Are going to go inside this dump or are we going to just stand out here?" Vegeta asked impatiently. "The standing outside option is beginning to sound preferable the more I see these freaks going into this place..."
"Just give me one second..." Bulma replied, unphased by her husband's irritation while she made final adjustments to her hair.
Hair is looking good, and makeup is on point! It's not easy being this pretty! she thought to herself. Satisfied, she turned in the mirror to make sure she was acceptable for going out in public for the first time in years.
She eventually walked away from the car's mirror and caught up with him, heading towards the taproom and passing by buskers and street performers on the way there. Bulma paused to listen to one of the buskers, a blond-haired college aged man, performing various songs on an acoustic guitar before heading in. Vegeta did not seem to understand the performer's purpose and interpreted his wife's pause as the busker being in her way.
"You're blocking my wife you imbecile! Go play this trash somewhere else! Somewhere not taking up the sidewalk!" Vegeta shouted at the young man who turned pale and froze with fear.
Unrelenting, Vegeta continued his verbal assault. "You must be lost; you should be performing this garbage at a concert hall or better yet your bedroom! Anywhere indoors, not making this noise outside and annoying the rest of the public!"
He glared at the performer before heading inside the brewery. Once again, Bulma had to go into damage control.
"Hehehe..." she uneasily chuckled as she dug in her purse for another tip to rectify the situation. "He's just kidding. My husband has an unusual sense of humor, he likes a lot of insult comics, and he was just practicing his own material. Sorry he practiced on you!"
She gave tossed a generous tip in the performer's hat sitting in front of his feet as the young man began to strum the guitar and play music again.
That damn Vegeta is going to bankrupt me if he doesn't watch his mouth... She thought, feeling agitated. Now she really needed a drink.
She caught up with him inside as the two crossed the creaky wooden floorboards inside the dimly lit entrance and headed towards an elevator which would take them to the taproom on the second floor.
"You really need to work on your people skills." a very agitated Bulma growled as soon as she caught up to him. The two walked into the elevator for the short trip to the next floor.
"The public needs to work on not irritating me!" Vegeta shot back as the elevator opened on the second floor. "It seems that's all they try to do!"
"Whatever, Vegeta. Just try not to be rude or yell at anyone unless they really deserve it. Can you do that for me?" Bulma asked, not wanting to argue. They had not even ordered drinks, and he was already being rude to strangers.
"Very well, but I think you and I may not see eye to eye on who deserves it." Vegeta conceded as the couple walked into the patio area overlooking the city. He pulled up a seat at a wooden table on the outdoor patio and opened a menu tablet. The sun was beginning to fully set and the lights above the tables, chairs and the bar itself were beginning to turn on.
"What the hell is all of this?" the Saiyan Prince asked as he looked through the various drinks. " I don't understand how any of this works..."
The menu was a more advanced, digital kind and not being a drinker, Vegeta was completely clueless on what to order. Bulma looked through her tablet of the various drink options. "I'll just get an extra of what I'm having, hopefully you'll like it too."
After some scrolling through the digital menu, he decided to get them both a drink called Cherry Dust Ale.
"There." she started after submitting the order. "Maybe you'll loosen up after a few drinks. That's one reason some people drink you know, to get loose. A drink or two can make it easier to have a good time and not be so uptight."
"Hmph..." Vegeta scoffed as Bulma put the menu tablet to the side. "Humans can't even enjoy themselves on a night out without the help of substances. How pitiful..."
Bulma rolled her eyes as Vegeta observed the other patrons out on the patio with them. Seeing as the taproom was a trendy, location the patio was crawling with younger people, mostly artist types chattering amongst each other.
"Heh..." Vegeta snorted as he continued looking around the patio to observe the crowd. "Are you sure we came to the right place? You said we were going to a brewhouse, but it looks more like the circus with all these freaks and clowns roaming about. Perhaps we will run into Kakarot, the king of the clowns."
Bulma crossed her arms and scowled. "Good to see that he's on your mind tonight." As much as Bulma wanted to scold Vegeta for complaining and still being rude, he was right. They were outnumbered by trendy, younger people.
"This place does have a much younger crowd than I had expected." Bulma admitted as a server brought the drinks to their table. She did not hesitate to take a large swig of her drink. Besides Vegeta's complaining, she needed to let loose and break the cycle of monotony of work.
"Why couldn't we just drink at home?" Vegeta asked. "Then we wouldn't have to be surrounded by these freaks."
"Leaving the house is all part of the charm, babe." Bulma answered after another sip. "You never know what's going to happen when you're out in public. All these kids aside, I think I like this place. It's got a certain atmosphere to it. It has a historic charm."
A poisonous atmosphere, perhaps... especially with all the dust... Vegeta thought, again wisely not voicing his opinion out loud. He finally began to get a taste of his drink. Surprisingly, he found the malt with a hint of cherry to his liking.
"Another reason going out is fun, people watching!" Bulma added as she joined in on looking at the crowd around them. She finished off her drink and decided to get one more, she was feeling much more at ease.
"People what?"
"People watching. Sometimes it's fun to be nosy and watch other people interact." Bulma explained after a sip of cherry ale. "Sometimes you get lucky and see some juicy drama play out in real time."
"Much like your vapid reality television, only playing out in real life." Vegeta sneered. Now he felt a need to drink some more.
"Ugh!" Bulma was getting fed up with his complaining and downed the rest of her drink. "Maybe, just maybe someday you'll see the value of other things besides training! And fighting! And eating!"
Before Vegeta had a chance to respond to her pointed words, the chatter in the room was broken by a scream. "I cannot fucking believe you Chase! Are you serious?!"
Bulma moved to her side to see what the commotion was, and Vegeta turned his head around, also intrigued. They directed their attention to another booth where a black-haired girl who looked to be in her 20s was standing over a young man in dark red flannel and what they presumed was his date, a blonde, tan girl in a white sweater, both looked to be the same age as the upset girl.
"You tell me you're working late at the office, and this is where you're actually going?" the angry girl continued yelling.
The man buried his head in his arms as he slumped down into his chair as his date looked off, embarrassed to be publicly ridiculed in this manner.
"We've been engaged for four years. Four years, Chase! And you pull this shit?" the angry girl shouted as she took her engagement ring off and threw it in the man's face, clattering on the table next to their drinks. "You better believe the wedding's off."
"Oh! One more thing, your stuff is going in the trash if you don't get it tonight." the cheated-on girl barked as she stormed out of the patio. After a moment of silence, the rest of the bar resumed chattering after settling down.
"You see?" Bulma asked smugly as the server brought her one more drink. "You can't get that sort of entertainment if you stay home."
"Hmph...Entertainment..." Vegeta scoffed. " That tantrum was as just as idiotic as your television programs."
"Oh yeah..."Bulma responded, smirking. "That's why such an intelligent guy like yourself kept watching that drama play out, right?"
"Shut up!" Vegeta retorted as Bulma giggled. He couldn't deny he never once looked away from the disturbance that had just occurred. "No one could look away from that... disaster! Not even the strongest of warriors."
"Or perhaps, these so-called strong warriors secretly enjoy the drama us Earthlings produce, and they don't want to admit it." Bulma slyly added. "Maybe you secretly enjoy my reality shows too."
"Enough of your baseless accusations!" Vegeta exclaimed as he stood up. "I am going to take a leak and then we're leaving this freak show!" He began to head up the patio towards the bar, looking confused he couldn't find a restroom in sight.
"Bathrooms were by the entrance babe!" Bulma called over to him. Embarrassed, Vegeta redirected himself to the corridor outside the patio where the bathrooms were located, his face burning red with irritation. Bulma chuckled as he stormed out in a flustered state.
He may have whined a lot but I'm still glad he agreed to go out. she thought as she finished off her second drink. Shows he's committed to his promises.
Amused by Vegeta's frustration and feeling relaxed, Bulma took out her phone and began scrolling her social media and websites to kill time until her husband returned. Her contentment was quickly interrupted though when the server dropped off another drink at her table.
Bulma felt confused as she looked at the purple liquid in the tall glass. "Uh, wrong table." she said to the server. "I didn't order that."
"No, you didn't but that guy did." the server replied, pointing to a younger man who appeared to be in his 20s seated at the bar. He raised his drink in a toast to Bulma as she looked over to him.
I still got it, first night out in ages and these guys are still buying me drinks... she thought, pleased with herself as a smirk formed on her face. How flattering, talk about a confidence booster!
Bulma went back to scrolling on her phone, but her momentary distraction was short lived when she looked up to see someone sitting across from her, someone that wasn't Vegeta. He looked like any other member of the bar's usual patrons. Questionable hair choices, in this case dark hair styled in what is known as a 'man bun', large black rimmed glasses and a tight white shirt with obnoxious purple floral patterns. It was the same young man who had bought her a drink.
"I noticed you noticing me. So, I just wanted to put you on notice that I noticed you too." the man across from her said as Bulma cringed internally. She didn't mind getting free drinks, but she did not want to play this game. Before she had a chance to voice her disdain the man continued.
"The name's Xan." the man said as he handed Bulma a business card. "I deal in crypto zenie so you could say I'm a big deal. I couldn't help myself; I saw a sexy lady sitting all alone. I thought I'd give her a drink and a better present than that, my presence. And you are?"
"Not interested." Bulma said as she went back to looking at her phone. "Not interested in conversation or anything you're thinking about. And I never said you could sit there."
"You'll change your mind about that once you get to know me." Xan replied quickly.
"Neither of things are going to happen." Bulma said, growing annoyed. "Especially once my husband gets back."
How did this jackass not see Vegeta when he was sitting here earlier? she thought, still agitated.
"Ah married, eh? Wouldn't be the first time I bagged a married woman." the cocky young man mused. "They always prefer me to their husbands anyway."
"I can see why!" Bulma fired back sarcastically, glaring at him.
"Now you're starting to come around." Xan said, her sarcasm completely lost on him leaving Bulma rolling her eyes harder than she had rolled them in decades. "Come to think of it, I did see your husband earlier. He's not very impressive. You can do better. You can do me."
Bulma was taken aback and how stupid and brazen this man was.
"I'm rich you know. Remember, I deal in crypto zenie. Take a look at that card, those are my companies." he continued. "And many women want me, badly. You should feel honored that soon you'll be getting the Xan Drink Special. It's great drink special for you. When I buy your first drink, it comes with free breakfast. If you know what I mean."
He doesn't even know who I am... Bulma realized to herself, looking at the card with names of companies she never heard of. And how I run a real company, not whatever these scams are...
"Once again, I am not interested in any of that." Bulma angrily responded, flicking the business card in the man's face which shockingly didn't faze him.
"Mmm, you're a feisty one. I like that. I am a man who likes a challenge in getting what I want and baby, I really want you." he said as Bulma began to turn red, not out of embarrassment but anger. "Now chill out and drink up. The next thing you know, you'll be out of that dress and in my bed. The first part I'm looking forward to the most. If that body is as sexy as what I can see now, then I can't see the rest of you. I'll be just like a kid unwrapping gifts and you'll get to be the gift."
Bulma finally had it. She could handle herself when it came to creeps and unwanted advances, but this man was on a special level of infuriating and creepy. She picked up the glass and launched the purple liquid at the overbearing man across from her, drenching his pristine white shirt with dark purple liquid.
"Aw man!" he cried out, his voice cracking. He had not expected this level of retaliation.
"Is there a problem here?" a gruff but very welcome voice said from the side of the table. Vegeta had finally returned from the restrooms which gave Bulma much needed relief. "Is this blithering simpleton lost?"
"Lizarding simple what?" Xan asked while still collecting himself in a state of genuine confusion and not knowing the words Vegeta used even existed.
Bulma quickly tossed her phone in her purse and got up, not wasting any time to get closer to Vegeta. "Let me pay and I'll explain." she said, coiling her arm around her husband's firm arms before glaring back at a rattled Xan. She noticed Vegeta's muscles were tense. It seemed he was on high alert as well.
"I sensed your ki rising while I was waiting in line to relieve myself." Vegeta began as Bulma paid for their tab at the bar counter. "Was it because of that moron back there?"
"Ugh, yes! He wouldn't stop hitting on me!" Bulma responded, gritting her teeth remembering how uncomfortable she was. "He bought me a drink and thought he could win me over with that, oh and by bragging about how rich he was and how he was going to get me in his bed. That idiot actually said he can get any woman he wants. Not this woman, buddy!"
"He WHAT?!" Vegeta shouted angrily as he began to process the situation. A sly grin spread across Bulma's face. Maybe she could have some fun with this. She motioned to follow him outside to the entrance.
"Are you alright?" Vegeta asked, concerned as they entered the elevator. "Because if that scrawny pile of sticks made flesh as much as touched you, I will lay waste to this entire building!"
"No, please don't do that!" Bulma replied, trying to calm him down. "That's not who you are anymore, remember? And I'm fine. Don't worry. Let's not destroy an entire bar because of one stupid man."
Vegeta nodded as the two finally got outside. He took a deep breath of the cold night air, which helped him calm down slightly. The two headed to a small alleyway next to the building to cool down more.
"As much as I'd like you to, we can't kill him." Bulma began as she leaned against the brick building. "I don't want you to go to prison and I don't want to deal with the legal fallout. And like I said, you don't kill strangers anymore. That's not you."
"Hmph...as if any prison here could contain me..." She was right but it was in his nature to defend her honor, especially after she had been disrespected.
"Although... what do you say we humiliate him? And you give him the scare of his life?" Bulma thought out loud. Vegeta began to beam.
"I can certainly do that." he replied with a devilish smirk.
Maybe this night will be fun after all... he thought.
"Wait here." Vegeta instructed as he took his black jacket off and draped it over Bulma. She crouched down and sat in the alleyway next to the brewery. Not long after he saw Xan exit the taproom with a defeated expression on his face, still clad in his formerly white shirt now covered in dark purple stains. Vegeta kept an eye on him and followed him to the parking lot towards his vehicle, a top of the line premium hover car. As Xan was turning the key to get inside his vehicle, he froze as he heard a harsh voice ask him a question.
"Think you can behave vulgarly to my wife, do you?"
Xan froze in place as he felt his heart sink, dropping his keys. He turned around to see Vegeta standing behind him, his arms crossed with a death stare on his face.
"I-uh..." he started, unable to form a sentence. Before he could remember even how to speak, he felt the collar of his shirt lifted and his feet leaving the ground. With speed that an ordinary human like Xan couldn't comprehend, Vegeta was already lifting the young man up by his collar. Realizing the gravity of his circumstances, Xan began to weep uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry!" he cried out. "I just want to go home!"
"That's not going to happen." Vegeta replied, smirking and relishing in the man's fear. "You should be grateful; you will go home. Just not right now."
Bulma's heart began to race with joy and excitement as she looked up from her phone and saw that Vegeta had made his way over to where she was in the alley with Xan in tow.
"You are going to learn there are very harsh consequences to your despicable actions." Vegeta began as he pulled back Xan's arms and held them together behind his back. His grip was tight but not tight enough to break any bones which Vegeta was more than capable of doing. "And those consequences are even more dire when you decide to display your impropriety to MY wife."
"Now you are going to apologize to my wife for your extremely lurid behavior!" Vegeta barked as he tightened his grip and lead the frightened man over to the alleyway where Bulma was.
"Please let me go!" Xan howled, feeling Vegeta's abnormal strength. "I'm sorry!"
"Do you find that to be a sincere apology?" Vegeta asked Bulma as she shook her head. "Neither do I."
"You requested that I be peaceful, and I will honor that request. But that doesn't mean you have to..." Vegeta said, his grin growing. "Why don't you indulge? Just a tiny bit..."
"You're so bad..." Bulma purred. She understood the mission though and winded back her arm for a slap. The slap across his face followed soon after, the clap of her hand slapping across Xan's cheek echoed through the alley.
"See? That didn't kill him." Vegeta said, immensely satisfied. He had rarely seen Bulma get physical to this degree even if it was only one slap. Vegeta dragged Xan back to the parking lot and dropped him by his fancy car.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Xan wheezed as he held his hand to his burning cheek, still reeling from the slap. "Will you let me go? Please..."
"Soon... one thing first." Vegeta reached under the car and gripped the wheel wells. To Xan's amazement which soon turned to horror, Vegeta lifted the car above his head, not breaking eye contact with the frightened young man. With a grunt, Vegeta launched it to the west where the ocean lay.
"I hope you don't mind walking home. "Vegeta began as Xan stared off into the night sky, his lower lip trembling as he tried to understand if what he just witnessed was real. "Because your automobile is now a fine home for the marine life. You won't be driving that ever again."
"Dude, that was my parents' car. "Xan croaked as tears began to form in his eyes again. "They're going to kill me!"
"Hmph..." Vegeta snorted. "It seems that you aren't affluent at all, are you? Your parents hold the wealth and you're leaching off of them. You're not only a vile deviant, but you're also a fraud!"
"This is the worst night of my life!" Xan wailed as he crouched down, trying to curl up into a ball.
"And it's not over yet!" Vegeta replied as he grabbed Xan by his man bun and began to hover upwards. Xan cried out in terror, his adrenaline overwhelming him so much that he didn't even process the pain would be feeling when his hair was pulled on. As the young man violently flailed about, Vegeta flew him up to the top of a skyscraper and perched Xan on a tall metal radio tower above the highest floor.
"Bro, this is not cool at all. I'm scared of heights! This is way too high! How am I supposed to get down?" Xan wheezed, unable to cry as he laid down on the platform on top of the radio tower.
"That's not my problem." Vegeta responded coldly. "Give me your phone. Now!"
Xan weakly pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Vegeta who threw it over in the same direction as the car towards the ocean.
"I thought your automobile would get lonely sitting on the ocean floor, now your device will provide it some company." Vegeta taunted as Xan began to howl again with sorrow. "You'll have to be creative and really think if you want to get down. Given your lack of intelligence, you might as well make yourself comfortable because there's no way a brainless fool such as yourself will be able to think of anything. Consider this to be your new home."
With a grin, the Saiyan prince quickly descended back down to the ground level where Bulma was enjoying the entire spectacle of humiliation playing out. She quickly wrapped her arms around Vegeta once he landed.
"That was awesome Vegeta!" she exclaimed as she squeezed him tightly before planting a kiss on his cheek. "Moments like that are one of many reasons why I love you...Thank you for teaching him a lesson!"
"I must say, I did not expect our night to go in such a direction. I found punishing that degenerate to be invigorating!" Vegeta responded, his devilish grin not leaving his face as he placed his arms around Bulma's hips, pulling her in closer.
"Are you ready to go home?" she asked.
"To be honest, woman." Vegeta started. "Subjecting the weakling to humiliation has given me quite the appetite. And I'd rather not let some spoiled rich punk ruin our evening. Is there anywhere you'd like to go to get his filth out of our minds?"
"I was more worried about how I can reward my handsome warrior for protecting me when we get home more than anything else." Bulma replied with a wink. "Let me think for a second..."
"Ha! You know very well that I look forward to that as well." Vegeta beamed as he lowered his arms and ran a hand over Bulma's rear before delivering a playful squeeze.
Before she had a chance to think, a faint, pitiful howl was heard from the top of the tall building Vegeta had just flown back from. Laughter burst out of both Bulma and Vegeta knowing who was suffering up there, high above them on top of a skyscraper.
Once she finished cackling, Bulma looked over at a nearby diner a block down from them and smiled. Soon both her and Vegeta were inside having a final meal of the night. The diner was empty besides them and the staff at such a late hour. Sitting at the diner counter together, Vegeta ordered several steaks which he was devouring. Bulma contently sipped on a strawberry milkshake as she watched her husband continue eating. Maybe date nights together could be fun and exciting after all.
THE END