Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Couple Scorned ❯ Chapter 3

A Couple Scorned

By: Bulmafox

Chapter Three

Vegeta woke up early the next morning, and a wicked smile spread across his face as he thought about how much fun he was going to have getting revenge on his fiancée Lorna Gero. Vegeta wondered exactly how he ended up with her in the first place. He lay back on his pillow and remembered the first time he had seen her. He had just woken up in a laboratory and had felt a throbbing pain in his head, and then he saw her, urging him to lie back down. The entire time he was recuperating Lorna regarded him as a scientific curiosity, asking him questions about his home planet and species. At first, he tried to feign comatose, but Lorna proved to be so persistent that Vegeta opened up just to shut her up. Lorna started telling him about herself too, like her love for parties, her penchant for science, and especially a long-running feud with an intelligent, blue haired woman named Bulma Briefs, the president of her rival company, Capsule Corporation, whom she spoke about with an animosity he found hard to reconcile with her otherwise easygoing nature. Of course, Bulma Briefs! Vegeta's face lit up with comprehension as he realized the woman he met at the bar was the same Bulma Briefs that was his soon-to-be ex-fiancée's rival. Oh, what a tight web this was getting to be. Vegeta laughed as he realized his revenge plot would be more delicious than he thought.

After he had fully recovered, Vegeta decided to stay on Earth a little while longer; after all, he needed a long overdue vacation from all the stress he had been under while working for Frieza and besides, it wasn't like there was anyone stronger than him to steal his throne while he was gone. And so the days turned into weeks, and then to months, and soon he found himself engaged to Lorna. They had made love for the first time on that night, to celebrate their engagement. They did it again the next day, and afterwards, Lorna asked him--begged him, even--to wait until their marriage night to do it again. When Vegeta asked her why, she only said she would feel far more comfortable waiting until they were married. And so, out of respect for Lorna, he abstained from taking her to bed from that day on. That was when their relationship started getting lukewarm. Vegeta sat up and thought for a second. That must've been why she cheated on him. Had he not decided to be so pure and respectful and abstain from her, she wouldn't have gone out looking for another man. Vegeta shook his head. Whatever. She was still a cheater and she was gonna get hers.

The delicious smell of bacon and eggs wafted its way up the stairs. Vegeta got up and went downstairs to see what was going on. In the kitchen, he found Lorna wearing a white apron, cooking a huge breakfast. Vegeta stared in confusion; rarely did Lorna have time in the morning to grab a bagel and run, much less cook an entire breakfast.

"Hi sweetie," she crooned as she fixed Vegeta a plate, "Glad you're up. I fixed all your favorites; delicious maple-smoked bacon, an irresistible meat omelet, and scrumptious sausage." Lorna ushered Vegeta to a chair and sat him down. "I'll make anything you want in here, and," Lorna pointed to their bedroom, "I'll do anything you want in there."

"That's nice," Vegeta said as he wolfed down his breakfast, "But I don't have time. I have important business to take care of and she'll kill me if I'm late. Bye," he said quickly as he flew out the door.

"'She'? What's going on, Vegeta?" Lorna asked as she looked at the door, wondering what she did wrong.

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Bulma glared at her computer screen as she pounded away at the keys as fast as her fingers could manage. She had to get her work done before noon, when Yamcha would make his daily trip to her office. Yesterday she and Vegeta agreed to meet in a cabin, deep in the woods, that only she knew the location of; the place she went to get away from the world. There they would hang out for a few hours until their mates were good and worried about them, and hopefully felt guilty enough to confess to their infidelities. Bulma tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the bank to complete its transaction. She knew she had to leave for the cabin before noon or she might never get there; whenever Bulma chewed Yamcha out about his affairs, he was usually extra nice the following day, and spent the entire afternoon making it up to her; she feared today was one of those days.

Bulma did a cheer as the bank finished depositing her money into the company's checking account, then she unplugged her laptop and locked the door on her way out. After telling her personal assistant, Nancy, to tell whoever called that she was not there and if Yamcha came by, to tell him she was out for the day and do not say where, she ran out to her car and headed straight for the woods.

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"Well well well," Vegeta taunted when Bulma got out of her car, "What took you so long. Did your 'precious ammo' give you cold feet?"

"Look, as long as I know I'm not sleeping around, that's all that matters. Now what do you wanna do for a few hours?"

Vegeta went back to his exercises. "Train."

"Fine. I'll be on the 'Net if you need me."

"Fine."

A while later, while Bulma was busy checking her message boards, Vegeta snuck up right behind her and asked, "What'cha doing?"

Bulma jumped nearly out of her skin and whirled around, glaring fire at her spooker. "Vegeta, don't sneak up on me like that! You nearly scared the life outta me!"

"Good."

Bulma turned around and sulked. "So what do you want?"

"Oh, nothing; just to scare you."

"Ha ha, very funny." Bulma turned back to her laptop and Vegeta sat in the huge recliner, and an awkward silence crept over them. To break it, Bulma asked, "So, what's your significant other like?"

"Not very significant now."

"That's not an answer."

"If you must know...she's an easygoing partyer."

"Why would someone like her put up with someone like you?"

"Who wouldn't want the almighty Prince of Saiyans?"

"Whoa, someone has a big head."

"So what's yours like?"

"Lesse...he's a big-time player, in every sense of the word. Do you know he has his own fan club?"

"Oh really? Insecure loser. Anyone who needs that many women has a complex."

"You can say that again. It's called narcissism."

After that, neither Bulma nor Vegeta could find anything else to say, so Bulma went back to her computer and Vegeta turned on the TV. Vegeta rotated through the channels three times before he griped, "What the--only three channels, all filled with romance junk? Defective TV."

Bulma turned around. "Um, no. Channel one is romance, channel two is Spice, and channel three is trashy talk shows. When you're this rich you can pick and choose your channels. So deal."

Vegeta went outside to train.

"Well don't say goodbye then." Bulma went back to her computer.

Sometime after nightfall, Bulma packed up and went home, telling Vegeta goodbye on her way and telling him she'd be back tomorow.

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Vegeta sat on the edge of his and Lorna's bed in a huff. Lorna sat on the opposite side, also in a huff, which meant smething was seriously wrong.

"Vegeta, just tell me what I did to earn your wrath," Lorna said. She had tried to wine and dine her way into Vegeta's pants all week and all she got in response was Vegeta being frigid and disappearing for hours at a time. Eventually she just became irritated by his behavior. Last night she decided to confront him head on, and they were still at a stalemate now.

"You tell me what you did."

"Well, I--" Lorna started, but she caught herself before she let her little secret slip loose. "I honestly don't know."

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you. Figure it out yourself." Vegeta flew out the window into the city.

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Bulma sat on the couch wrapped up in her afghan, eating a half gallon of strawberry ice cream. She was getting engrossed in a Jerry Springer special about women leaving their husbands for their sisters when she heard an unusual whoosh at her window. She looked behind her and jumped when she saw Vegeta crouched in a windowsill. "Vegeta, what on Earth are you doing here?"

"I'm moving in."

"Hold it! I never said anything about us moving in together. What happened?"

"We got into a fight", Vegeta said, referring to himself and Lorna, "When I came in last night, she outright accused me of cheating. I told her it was because of something she did. She asked what, and I froze her out, and tonight she stuck me on our bed and told me she was not moving until I told her what she did that was so wrong I had to cheat on her. So I flew out. "

Bulma's mouth hung wide open as she processed Vegeta's last sentence. "You...you can fly?"

"Yes but that isn't the point. The point is, she is not cracking. I think she's onto me." Vegeta sat down on the couch beside Bulma.

"So your part of the plan's blown. Mine too."

Vegeta gave her a stunned look.

"Yeah, today Yamcha took me out to this fancy restaurant where all the big shots go. He wines and dines me until I'm off my guard, then accuses me--in a voice loud enough to alert the whole restaurant--that I'm cheating on him, then he leaves me with this incredibly huge bill. All while playing Mr. Long Suffering Faithful Boyfriend. So, besides having an utterly ruined date, I'm out a few thousamd zeni, and worst of all, Yamcha accused me in front of all the investors! So now I can't show my face at work tomorrow."

Vegeta snatched Bulma's ice cream. "That does sting. So now what?"

"I really don't know. I have to do damage control tomorrow, and with Lorna there it'll be nearly impossible. Remember Lorna? I told you about her a few days ago."

"Oh I remember her. Speaking of Lorna, I heard from an anonymous source that her fiance has been cheating on her. That'll throw her underwear into a wad."

"Where'd you hear that? Ah, you know what? It doesn't matter, 'cause true or not, it'll get the investors off my back and onto hers. What a perfect plan. Goodnight Vegeta! Oh, and you sleep on the couch tonight!" Bulma sing-sang as she skipped up the stairs to dream happy dreams of Lorna's financial ruin.

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The next morning, at the Red Ribbon Corporation main building, Bulma fought her way past the buzzing press and made her grand enterance into the meeting room. She waited until Lorna showed up before standing up and boasting. "Excuse me, everyone, I have an important announcement to make."

Lorna stood up, too. "What is it this time? Are you trying to pin the blame for your indiscretions on me?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. I just think the investors here oughta know your fiance's having an affair behind your back." Bulma sat down, all smug and proud.

Lorna nearly fell out from shock. "What?! B-but that can't be true! No, it isn't!"

"Oh yes it is. My sources never lie. In fact..." she tried to come up with something spectacular, "He told me so himself."

"That's a complete lie! My Vegeta would never cheat on me!"

It was Bulma's turn to fall out. "V-Vege--you mean Vegeta is your--"

"What? You act like you know him." Shock fluttered across her face again as she added two and two. "Oh...my...gosh, it's you, isn't it? You're Vegeta's other woman! I heard yesterday you were having an affair behind your boyfriend's back, but I never imagined you'd sink your claws into my Vegeta!"

"Wha--but that isn't true!"

"Oh yes it is; you said so yourself."

"I had no idea Vegeta was your fiance."

"Oh, so you admit to sleeping with him!" Lorna started cackling maniacally. "This...is too rich! I can see it now: 'Capsule Corp prez shacks up with rival's man...to one-up her!' It's too much!" She buzzed the press over the intercom, and suddenly the room filled up with all the reporters Bulma had seen in the building, and then some. "Now who's the villian, Bulma? Ha ha!"

Before the reporters could overtake her, Bulma shouted, "You know what I have to say, Lorna? This, Lorna! This!" Bulma stuck out a very important middle finger and hightailed it out of the building.