Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 26 ( Chapter 26 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“Now, when you think of Irish Pubs, you’re usually under the distinct impression that you get when waltzing into a Chinese food restaurant. American knock-offs. This bar though?” He shook his head humorously. “It was the most ghetto, skid-road sort of area I’d ever been to on this planet. And believe me, I’ve done some exploring.

“It was so bad, we had to walk through two dark, wet alleys just to find the place. And that place, was in fact, nothing more than a run-down, hole in the wall joint I wouldn’t have taken a piss near. I vaguely wondered how on earth Bulma had ever found such a wretched little dump, my “brotherly” instincts suddenly wanting to scold her for even venturing through this part of town.

“Opening the door, she led me into what was one of the most smoke-filled places I’d ever been to, wild accordion music flooding through. For being such a dinky little crap hole, it by far exceeding the limit of fire codes when it came to the amount of people it held within its capacity. An untamed horde of drunk people danced in run-down dress shirts with suspenders, arms held around each other as they merrily paraded around the lit places in the room.

“I almost tugged at Bulma’s arm, wanting instantly to leave before realizing how pussy that would make me look. Rather, I held my head high, letting her lead me through towards the bar.

“We had nearly made it when an average sized man, (arms COVERED in tattoos) blocked our path, eyes staring directly at me. I looked him up and down, deciding very quickly that (though I couldn’t stand his temperament) he was an excessively attractive man. The white wife-beater shirt clung to his muscles and though the suspenders look didn’t exactly appeal to MY tastes, it seemed very fitting on him.

“ “Jus’ who do ya’ think ye are?” he spat in an incredibly thick Irish accent. Maybe I hadn’t actually realized it before, but this really WAS an Irish Pub, inhabited entirely by strongly accented Irish people. He glanced with quick, dark eyes from me to Bulma, sizing me up the same as I was doing to him.

“ “Yer’ not even Irish,” he snarled. “there’d be no tellin’ me that yer part of the weddin’ party.”

“ “And?” I snorted disdainfully, crossing my arms and intimidating him.

“ “And since yer not,” he smiled, copying me. “Then I guess you’d best be on yer way. This is a private gatherin’ and me and me brothers don’t always take too well ta’ strangers.”

“ “Oh, well in that case,” I smirked, taking off my suit jacket and rolling up my sleeves. “Why don’t you allow me to introduce myself.”

“ “Vegeta,” Bulma grabbed my arm, holding me back. “don’t. It’s not worth it.”

“She turned very tritely, glaring at the man before storming towards the door.

“ “And to think!” She huffed. “They say that the Irish are a hospital bunch!.”

“ “Now now jus’ wait a minute there,” stuttered the man, holding his arm out towards us. “It’s got nothing to do with hospitality. I’m jus’ in charge of keeping outsiders where they belong while the weddin’ party commences. Ye understand lass?”

“Bulma moved a lock of hair behind her ears, glaring up at him.

“ “And what if I’ve brought a present to the bride and groom?” she snarled defiantly. I was suddenly curious as to what she was talking about and it seemed this man was as well.

“ “A gift ye say?” he rubbed his hands together. “Now jus’ what might ye be addressin’ there lady?”

“ “Why, only the toughest drinker in the entire city,” She boasted. I was about to laugh at her until she put her arm behind my back and presented me. “Meet Vegeta. And if I were you, I’d be very kind and welcoming to him. That is, unless of course you’re too intimidated to take him up on it. In that case, I’d understand perfectly.”

“Although I didn’t take much to being the “wedding present” Bulma was truly ingenious when it came to manipulating people and getting what she wanted. The challenge was too much for the man and he threw his head back laughing, gesturing for us to join the celebrations. I don’t know for sure if he had bought the hustle or whether he just found Bulma adorable in her attempt, but it became clear that though we were essentially “outsiders” we were now welcomed by all in being accepted by him.

“ “My name is Duncan,” he introduced himself. “And that there be me brother Hansel, me other brother Doyel, me younger brother Murdal, and my baby sister, Bob.”

“ “Bob?” I almost laughed, shutting up when I realized the insult.

“ “Ay, Bob” he nodded, apparently used to it. “Me mother named her when she’d jus’ gotten to the Americas not knowin’ it was a boys nam’.”

“The blonde haired girl (probably about 13 with a dark beer in her hand) nodded, shrugging it off.

“ “Now you,” Duncan pointed to me. “You’ve got yerself a feisty temper on ye.”

“I smiled proudly, dusting my sleeve off as I joined him at a table.

“ “But you’ve also got a name ta prove,” he laughed, setting a large bottle down in the center of the table and filling two shot glasses.

“The rest of the night commenced, in which Bulma somehow found herself matching us both shot for shot, impressing the pants off of the wedding party and receiving free drinks from the bartender. Had I not been so extremely drunk so extremely fast, I might have felt an amount of animosity at the men that kept her side of the table full, refilling expensive drinks with only the nod of her head to guide them.

“Of course, she was the most beautiful thing in the bar and probably had been for years prior but Bulma was also what you could consider (at times) a “girl’s girl”. When she’d tired of drinking with us, she’d soon wandered over towards the new bride, taking turns congratulating with the other females in the room.

“Me and Duncan couldn’t be bothered and when the final remnants of five bottles remained, we found our heads on the table watching the contents splash around the bottom. That was exactly how Bulma had found us, laughing heartily as she emptied the rest into the three shot glasses and smacked two down right in front of us.

“ “Oh, come now boys,” she laughed, pulling one of her straps up. “it’s a celebration!”“With that, she poured the contents down her throat, wiping her mouth like it was nothing and waiting for us to follow. I think we both turned green before silently agreeing that we could NOT let some woman put us to shame.

“Though memory probably fails me and I blacked out a good portion of that night, from what I can recall the rest of the time was spent dancing in crazed circles, holding hands with Bulma and running underneath the arms of people. We stomped our feet, clapped our hands, ran to the bar and drank some more. We played games of many sorts, between arm wrestling (which I ALWAYS won) to drinking games, (which Bulma always seemed to win) to “compare tattoos” which Duncan had a handle on.

“ “Ay!” he had yelled at one point. “Virgin skin on both a ye’s! Me brother can fix that!”

“Which had ended up costing both me and Bulma a round of drinks for the family-it was quite an extensive family- a morning of waking up with tattoos of clovers on Bulma’s right shoulder, and the word “Lucky” tattooed in cursive in the middle of my back.

“The drinking games increased, along with loss of judgment and (thank God) memory. At one point, we played “round the table”, a game that required every one in a circle to take a shot. The only rule was, if a person simply couldn’t take one (and this happened a lot more than I figured it would) they were forced pour the drink into their mouth and then pass it on to the person next to them. Duncan and I at once plopped down next to each other, sending a signal that we trusted one another not to pussy out. (Which would have worked fantastically if not-and I found this out later-for the fact that Duncan was gay).

“About three rounds came and went before people started shaking their heads, refusing to take the shot and as a result, locking mouths with another person in order to pass it on. Despite Bulma’s expectation, I merely shrugged it off the first time I was forced to do it with Duncan, holding his face while we locked lips and shared the shot. You have to remember Tazial, I’d kissed guys before and I’ve kissed guys since. It really didn’t phase me anymore than I would have cared about kissing a woman.

“In fact, the game hardly bothered me at all until the moment finally came that lush happy Bulma Briefs turned down the shot, swallowing hard before turning to me. Even in my drunken state, it dawned on me the repercussions of this situation and a very uncharacteristic nervousness took over both of us. Cheers came along with hollers from every side of the bar and Duncan wrapped his arm around me, giving me an encouraging kiss on the cheek before telling me to “go for it”.

“Bulma smiled drunkenly, pouring the liquor into her mouth, holding it in there before pushing her lips to mine. I don’t even remember it really. I guess that would be a nice, big sucky part of getting totally plastered. Sometimes I swear the things I wish I could forget are the ones I can recall but the good times? Oh, kiss them goodbye before you go to sleep.

“I felt her plump lips press into mine and I opened my mouth, receiving the liquid and then her tongue as we kissed right in the middle of the circle. Cheers and laughter seemed to fade into the distance and I pulled her close, smirking wickedly into the kiss as I held her tightly. I felt her hand push against my chest and she pulled away, blushing either from drunkenness or embarrassment. It didn’t matter at the time and during that portion of the night, we shared many more kisses, most times for refusing to drink on purpose.

“I don’t quite remember leaving the bar, only that we had stumbled out the three of us, Duncan wrapping his arm around me and Bulma. He had mumbled some drunken gibberish about how I hadn’t proven anything and that he intended to set a date for a rematch. With his strong accent and even more potent drunk- state, any amount of conversation was hard to understand and eventually, we ended up sending him off with his brothers and sister, Bob.

“Before he went, he gave Bulma a polite peck on the cheek and me, a full out French kiss which sent Bulma into hysterics as it only dawned on both of us that he was homosexual. I think I went slightly pale before I waved it away, laughing heartily that I’d basically been making out with the man all night and up until now, not even digested the fact that he wanted me. Not that I should have been surprised, right Tazial?”

I rolled my eyes.

“From there, me and her had stumbled around the dark streets, wandering through alleys and on a quest to nowhere as we held each other. We wrapped our arms around the other, not so much as a romantic gesture as we just honestly had to support ourselves on something.

“Times returned to me in those moments and I could recall so many mornings when I had woken up still drunk from the night before and in deep trouble for something or the other. All the sorrows and loneliness from the past days were gone and it was just me and her, tumbling around, bashing into walls and giggling like two stoned teenagers.