Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Couple Scorned ❯ Chapter 2

A Couple Scorned

By: Bulmafox

Chapter Two

Vegeta awoke with a start. He looked around the room he was in. It was not his own. In fact, he was lying on a couch in some strange person's living room. He remembered meeting some blue haired woman with an afro in a bar. Vegeta's eyes shot wide open. What had he done? He would be disgusted with himself if he did what he thought he did. He hated the idea of stooping as low as his fiancée to get his revenge; he liked to think himself better than her now. He was a prince, after all. Princes are naturally more refined than commoners, and cheating on a cheating...whatever she was now...was the crude and easy way out. He dared himself to look under the cover, bracing himself for the worst. To his great relief, he found he still had all his clothes on. So he hadn't done it. Good. Then it hit him--that excruciating pounding that just would not go away. So this was what a hangover was like. Vegeta's face contorted at the immense pain he was forced to experience. No wonder he never drank too much; the pain that entailed was debilitating, and he'd seen that agony on his woman's face too many times to want to go through something like that. Vegeta stood up, preparing to go home, but a wave of nausea hit him and he was forced to sit back down. After a couple of tries, he finally made it to the front door of the complex without feeling to urge to offer whatever he had to the porcelain god. He opened the door and winced as all the lights and colors of daytime struck him all at once. This was going to be a long day.

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Bulma sat in the large boardroom, filled with old men, with the worst headache ever and the urge to vomit every few minutes. If she had wanted to make herself miserable today, she certainly succeeded. Last night, she was adamant on getting smashed after she saw her boyfriend, Yamcha, in a hotel room with another woman, and she was paying for her alcohol binge in full today. Not to mention there was that strange man she invited over for the night in her intoxicated state. Thank goodness they had not slept together or anything, because then Bulma would lose her precious ammo against Yamcha. She very well couldn't use Yamcha's infidelity against him if she did the same thing and he happened to find out. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what the man would've been like had she actually slept with him. He had to be better than Yamcha, of that she was certain. Whenever she and Yamcha had been together, the only thing he cared about was himself. He practically left her to her own devices to derive any pleasure from their encounters, which was why she had a certain box hidden away under the floor in her lab that she would let no one, much less Yamcha, ever know existed. Bulma sighed. So this is why they tapered off; it was as much her doing as it was Yamcha's. Yamcha had his fan club to romp around with, and Bulma was never satisfied when they had been together, so she started rejecting his advances. She found herself wondering if there was anything better out there. Not that she had anyone to compare Yamcha to. He was the only person she had ever slept with. Her thoughts had come full circle and she found herself thinking about that strange man again. It was funny how much she wanted him considering all she knew about him was his hair stood straight up, he had the wildest widow's peak she'd ever seen, and he said something about being royalty. She sighed again, wishing the board meeting was over already so she could rush home and down a Senzu bean. In all her haste to get to work on time, she had forgotten to take one, and now she regretted it a thousand times over.

A hand struck the table sharply, forcing Bulma back into awareness. "Hey Missy! You think you're so much better than the rest of us that you can doze off anytime you want?" a young woman asked harshly.

Bulma groaned and lay her head back down. "Leave me alone, Lorna. I have a headache and I don't want to deal with you right now."

"Oh, so you don't care if I win, then," Lorna taunted. "Looks like your company is all mine."

Bulma snapped her head up, her headache replaced for the moment by anger. A few months ago, she and her rival, Lorna Gero of the Red Ribbon Corporation, had made a bet that would basically ruin the loser forever, and Bulma certainly wasn't going to roll over and let Lorna stomp all over her, not if she had anything to do about it. "For your information, I heard every last word you said, and trust me, you're not even close to surpassing my design."

"Oh yeah," her beautiful green haired rival countered. "My Gravitech 1000 can simulate up to 100 times Earth's normal gravity. And it has built in training bots. Top that, Briefs."

"My Gravitron can simulate 500 times Earth's gravity. Positive and negative," she boasted.

Lorna was floored. "You can't do that! It's physically impossible! Nothing can simulate that much gravity! Why, I had all my men test the machine out and all of them verified that 500G can not be simulated. Besides, everyone knows that negative gravity doesn't exist." She crossed her arms and lifted her nose in the air.

"It's not my fault you're not smart enough to keep up with me."

Lorna's face turned red. That was the last straw. "Well, it's not my fault that your boyfriend thinks you're all dried up. No wonder he strays."

Bulma crawled on top of the long table and lunged for Lorna. Lorna stepped out of the way, making Bulma crash on the floor, exacerbating her returning headache. "And let me guess, your man is Mr. Faithful?"

"Of course he is. He doesn't romp around with other women like yours does. He stays right at home where he belongs," Lorna said haughtily.

Bulma smirked. "It's always the quiet ones."

"That's it. You are so dead." Lorna lunged for Bulma and started banging her head against the floor. Bulma soon rolled over and gave her nemesis a taste of her own medicine.

The stupefied investors gawked at the two presidents trying to kill each other. One of the old men finally decided to intervene, and pulled one of the women away. Soon after, all the men broke up the catfight and tried their best to keep the two screeching psychos at bay.

"Admit it, you're dried goods. Your boyfriend doesn't want you anymore!"

"Go...commit suicide or something!"

"Forget you! I'm outta here!" Lorna stormed toward one of the exits, with half the investors in tow.

"Fine! Be that way!" Bulma stuck her tongue out and stomped off in the other direction, followed by the remaining investors.

When Bulma finally got home, she pulled out her favorite comfort food, downed her Senzu, then plopped down on the couch, wishing the day would end already. So far, nothing good had happened to her. She woke up with the most splitting headache she'd ever felt, the strange man she had come home with had disappeared without a trace, leaving her wondering if he was even real, she was fifteen minutes late to work, she had to put up with both a terrible hangover and Queen Harpy herself, and to top it all off, she had not seen hide nor hair of Yamcha since she caught him in that hotel room. That meant she had no one to yell at, which meant one of her inventions would be kissing its life goodbye later tonight. She curled up with her afghan and gallon of ice cream and watched Jerry Springer in an attempt to take the edge off her bad day.

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Lorna stormed into her mansion, furious that the Briefs bat had tried to show her up. Curse her and her old fossil for ruining her father's company! When she found out that Capsule Corporation had monopolized the high-tech industry and nearly drove the Red Ribbon Corporation to bankruptcy, she swore revenge on the entire family, especially the spoiled brat that everyone called Bulma. Apparently, the rivalry was passed down from father to daughter on both sides, because Bulma had developed just as big a vendetta as Lorna had. They had been at war with each other practically all their lives. They even went to the same schools together, and gotten their Masters from the same university. They bickered at each other every chance they got, and had no qualms about pouring salt on each other's wounds.

Now that she thought about it, she and the Briefs woman were very much alike: they were both stubborn, hotheaded--well, she wasn't hotheaded, Bulma just kept provoking her--terribly beautiful, her with green hair and green eyes, and Bulma with blue hair and blue eyes, and way too smart for their own good, especially considering their bombshell looks. In fact, it was the intelligence thing that kept driving them to a stalemate; the reason why one company hadn't toppled the other yet. It was also the reason for their bet. A few months ago, Lorna, frustrated with the latest stalemate, had offered Bulma an interesting proposal: they would both build from scratch a gravity simulator, room and all, which was unheard of at the time, and whoever built the better one--meaning the one that attracted the most investors--would win the loser's entire company: trade secrets, stock, and all. It was a challenge both women took on with gusto. Of course, Lorna had the advantage, seeing as how her fiancé was currently using her prototype, which turned out to be working quite well.

Speaking of her fiancé, he had been gone for an unusually long period of time; almost 48 hours, as a matter of fact. She had not seen him since she left for a Science convention two days ago. Granted, they had not slept together in a very long time-they didn't even do what most normal fiancées do-but she still cared for him. After only their second time, Lorna had told him that she wanted to wait until marriage before she would be with him in that way a third time. She suddenly wondered why they had not gotten married yet; after all, most engagements didn't last as long as a year and a half. She wondered if maybe it was a certain man she had been seeing, the one she met up with at the convention. Maybe that's why she didn't physically want her fiancé, because this other man held her interest. Still, even though she didn't want her fiancé physically, she still cared enough to worry when she hadn't seen him in 36 hours and he still hadn't come home half a day after she had. She reclined against the wall, wondering what was making him act like that.

Suddenly her fiancé stumbled in the door without so much as a 'hello'. Tears welled up in her eyes as she went to hug him. "Vegeta, you're back! I was so worried about you!"

Vegeta pushed Lorna away from him. "Don't touch me, woman. I'm not feeling well and I need to rest." That, and he didn't want her dirty hands touching him when they had been more than touching someone else. He raced toward the stairs so he could stumble into bed before this throbbing headache of his overwhelmed him.

Lorna stopped her fiancé in his tracks and wrapped her arms around him. She was so happy to have him back. Forget marriage for the moment, she wanted him now. She caressed his back and leaned into him. "Vegeta, make love to me, please."

"What about waiting until marriage? What about our year and a half of celibacy?"

"Forget marriage. I want you right now," she whispered huskily into his face.

For a minute there, Vegeta actually considered obliging her. After all, it had been so long since he'd been with her, he almost couldn't remember, and she was throwing herself out to him, which would've made any Human male crumble. Most importantly, he had this splitting headache that he would do anything to get rid of, including sleeping with her if it drove the pain away. He would deal with her infidelity later.

"Fine," Vegeta said. He leaned over to kiss Lorna, but before his lips touched hers...he saw it. That disgusting flash of memory he tried so hard to drink out of his mind yesterday. He saw Lorna in bed with some scar-adorned man, and she was enjoying it. Every minute of it. His face paled visibly before he croaked out, "I...can't!" and ran out the door.

"Why?" Lorna asked herself. "Don't you want me?"

Vegeta slammed his back on the front gate of the illustrious mansion, cursing himself for being so weak that one image of two naked people would make him turn green. He had murdered millions upon millions of sentient beings with his own hands. He had been abused by Frieza at the lizard's whim; he had seen more blood and gore than most Earthlings would ever see in their lifetime, even considering their R-rated movie culture. So why had that flash sickened him so? Maybe it was because of his weird sense of fidelity. Weird because on their planet purges Nappa and Raditz had taken as many women as they could carry back to their own quarters for a little 'fun'. Maybe that was it. Maybe Vegeta avoided taking Frieza's courtesans and female spoils from conquered planets because he didn't want to grow up to be a moron like his two ex-comrades. Yes, surely using all those women had deformed their little pea brains, Vegeta reasoned. He couldn't think of any other reason why infidelity bothered him so. He hadn't grown a set of morals, had he? Or had he? Nah, he thought, he had been raised by Frieza way too long to be anything less than evil, although he had calmed down considerably since he crash landed on Earth two years ago.

Vegeta was so deep in thought that when he looked up, he saw a slightly familiar yellow domed building in front of him. Apparently he wasn't even aware that he had started walking. He read the lettering on the side of the building. It read, "Capsule Corporation." This was where he had woken up that morning. He remembered the blue haired woman he met at the bar. Although he knew for a fact Saiyans could tolerate alcohol better than Humans, apparently he drank too much to cancel out almost all the side benefits inherent of his race. All he could remember of the woman, besides what she looked like, was that she claimed to be a princess, and he had offered to join forces with her against their cheating mates. This strange blue haired woman finally piqued his curiosity enough to seek her out, and he entered the building, intent on finding her.

Vegeta finally reached the room he woke up in, after much wandering. He heard a man and a woman yelling, then the man came out and told him, "If you're here to visit Bulma, don't. Someone peed in her Cornflakes." The tall, black haired man stalked down the hallway. Despite the man's warning, Vegeta took a chance and knocked on the door.

"Yamcha!" he heard a woman yell, "If that is you I am calling the cops and I will not bail you out, YOU HEAR ME?" The woman was taken aback when she opened the door. "You're real," she breathed.

Vegeta crossed his arms and stuck his nose up in the air. "Of course I am. I'm not one of those frail Houdinis who turn into smoke after five minutes."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in." The blue-haired beauty led Vegeta to the couch, then sat in a chair across from him. "What brings you here?"

"I'm the almighty Prince of Saiyans. I don't need a reason for anything."

"Oh, really. And I'm the queen of England."

"No, you're the Capsule Princess."

The woman openly gaped at Vegeta. "H-how did you know that?"

"Saiyans can tolerate a lot more alcohol than Humans can, therefore I remember more than you."

"Is that so? Well then what's my name?"

"Bulma. A certain birdie told me on his way out."

"Yamcha. Are you actually friends with that jerk?"

"Are you brain dead? I have no friends."

"So what's your name?"

"Vegeta-almighty Prince of Saiyans, slayer of Frieza, and soon-to-be Ruler of the Universe," Vegeta bragged.

Bulma facevaulted. "My, someone lives in a fantasy world."

"Believe me, it's no fantasy. Someday, the entire universe will be under my grasp."

"Whatever. So why are you here, Your Royal Shortness?"

"I'm here to discuss our plan."

"What plan?"

"You don't remember, do you? Oh, right; you're just a human."

"I resent that remark."

"As I was saying, last night we made a pact to get even with our cheating mates."

"We did?"

"Of course, don't be ridiculous." Vegeta leaned forward on the couch. "I haven't had this much fun in ages. This is gonna be good. So this is what we're going to do…" He and Bulma spent the rest of the day ironing out the details of their perfect revenge.