Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Couple Scorned ❯ Chapter 1

A Couple Scorned

By: Bulmafox

Chapter One

"I just can't believe this," the blue haired woman at the bar griped as she downed her fourth shot of tequila. "How could that scumbag do this to me? You want another woman? I'll give you another woman!" She threw her shot glass across the bar, barely missing the bartender's head.

"Uh, miss?" the bartender said nervously, "I think you've had enough to…um…drink."

"Enough?! I'll tell you when I've had enough! Now keep `em coming unless you want me to fire your sorry tail!" The blue haired beauty didn't work at the bar; she was actually the vice-president of Capsule Corporation, but she didn't care. She was bent on getting smashed and Kami help anyone who got in her way.

"Right away, miss!" The bartender immediately filled up a larger glass of a milder liquor, hoping to slow down her intoxication.

Bulma wolfed down the whole glass in one gulp and demanded more. As soon as she got her second serving, she slammed down the glass and shouted, "Men! Who needs `em? They should be all shot into the sun for all I care!"

Right beside her, she heard a man groan, "Tell me about it! About women, that is." The flame-haired man lifted his head and looked at the half-drunk woman. He snarled, "All they're good for is ripping out hearts and throwin' `em in a blender." He glared his black eyes at her in an attempt to concentrate. "You won't believe what I saw at the hotel."

The woman beside him was suddenly interested. "What?"

"I saw my fiancée and some scarred-up man lovin' on each other in the hotel room. They were naked, too. Naked in all their disgusting glory." He shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the nasty images that plagued his mind.

"You know what? Me too. I finally caught my boyfriend cheating on me. I knew he slept with hordes of women; I just couldn't prove it `til just now. Yeah, he sleeps with his fan club every chance he gets, while little ol' me slaves away at work all day while he gallivants every single night." The bartender swiped her glass while she wasn't looking. "So, what's your story?"

The short, black haired man looked at her for a moment. Normally, he wouldn't open up to just anyone, but in his inebriated state, he decided `why not?' "I'm an alien prince who got played for a fool."

The blue haired woman beside him laughed. "'Alien prince'?" That's a good one. And I'm the King of Scotland. What are you, King Mordak of Planet Zoom?"

"Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei. And you, my queen?"

"I'm Princess Bulma of Capsule Corporation. My daddy's the king," she said haughtily.

"Mine was, too. But he got killed by-get this-a white lizard!" Vegeta laughed on Bulma's shoulder as he took a gulp of whatever liquor was right in front of him and gave the rest to Bulma. "And then I killed the lizard and crashed on this rock. Did you kill any lizards, your majesty?"

Bulma downed whatever liquor Vegeta had given her. "No, but I did try to wrangle in a yellow bellied snake. And then he started cheatin'. Say, what's your girlfriend like?"

"Her name's…Lorry, Lauren…Launch…ah, who cares? She's very serious in her lab but very wild at night."

"Ooh, you lucky devil, you."

"Not the bed type of wild, the party type of wild. She's a big flirt. You could say she `gallivants' if you want to. I think she's schizo."

"Do you gallivant?"

"Hardly. Princes do not gallivant. Princes stay home and sulk all day while their woman goes partying. I tried to party once. I scared everyone and never came back. What about you? What's your whatever like?"

"Two words: party animal. All he does is play baseball and party. He used to romance me. I miss those days. A lot."

"I can't say I do. By the time we got around to it, she lost interest in me. I wonder if she saw some deformity in her sleep? We've been stagnant forever. I've only done it with her, like, twice, and that was over a year ago. I think I've forgotten how to do it."

"C'mon, no one forgets, not even me, and I'm an old spinstress."

"What pathetic royalty we make. Prince Spinster of Spinstersei and Princess Spinstress of Spinstress Corp. We might as well become monks."

"Aw, come on, monks are no fun. Hey hey hey, what'd your cheater-on-thingy look like? The man your woman was with?"

"All scarred up. She must prefer scars. I have none. That must be why she doesn't want me. It the man your man's with all scarry, too?"

"'Man'? You mean woman. No, she's boo…byu…beautiful. She has green hair. I wish I had green hair. I look plain."

"No you don't. You look blue."

"I wish I had green hair…or pink…or purple…or a rainbow!" Bulma climbed on Vegeta's lap. "I bet you'd like a rainbow'd queen on your lap, don't you?"

Vegeta smirked a drunken smirk. "Who wouldn't? Come `ere, Princess." He drew Bulma's mouth to his for a wild kiss.

Bulma put her arms around this prince she'd only know for not more than an hour, yet spilled so much to. She ran her hands down his back and leaned him back in his chair. Suddenly, Vegeta started to slip her shirt up her chest. She slapped him on the shoulder and said, "No, not in public!"

"Then in private?" he asked hopefully.

"No. Not at all. I need my ammo."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to war with my boyfriend, and I need all the ammo I can get. If I do the same thing he does, that isn't ammo."

"But I want you, and..and that L girl and your snake need to pay."

"I have som'n' big planned for him. I dunno what, but it's big, and I need my ammo."

"……Fine, you can keep your ammo, as long as I get some, too. Hey, why don't we join forces against the evil tratiors? `Prince and Princess team up to throw over royal infidels'."

Bulma got off of Vegeta's lap and stood up. "Sure, why not? But first," she yawned, "I need a nap. You could use one, too. Come on." She extended her arm out to Vegeta, which he graciously took, although not without some near misses on both their parts. They staggered out of the bar, towards Capsule Corporation, both of them slumped on each others' shoulders.

They reached the giant, domed complex half an hour later. Vegeta openly gaped at its sheer size. "Wow, that castle's huge! You're not a princess, you're a queen!"

Bulma opened the doors and maneuvered Vegeta to her living quarters. Right after she opened the door to her living room, Vegeta passed out and suddenly carrying him became a lot harder. She took the easy way out and lay him on the couch, covering him up with an afghan draped across the huge piece of furniture. After she attended to her prince, Bulma stunbled upstairs and zonked out on her own bed.