Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Isn't That Interesting? ❯ Isn't That Interesting? - Side Story ( Chapter 2 )

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Author's Note: Hey everybody! I'm back! Due to all the great reviews you've all been leaving, I've decided to write this little story, so now you can find out what happened while Bulma and Vegeta were drunk! Now, please remember that this is a side story, which means that it happened during the timeline of the first part of this fic, at the party, and before Bulma and Vegeta woke up together. Anyways, I'll get on with the story now, so prepare for some drunken escapades!

Isn't That Interesting? Side Story

Midnight. Vegeta was polishing off what must have been his forty-fifth bottle of beer, while the Princess of Capsule Corporation busily continued her 'in-depth' exploration of the Saiyan no Ouji. He really wasn't paying too much attention, due to the fact he was locked in battle with his rival, Goku, in the ultimate challenge…a staring contest. Unfortunately for Vegeta, he didn't know that Goku tended to sleep with his eyes open sometimes.

"Mmm…Vegeta…you smell good!" Bulma giggled, pawing at the Saiyan no Ouji. "I wonder if you taste good too…" she murmured to herself, before crawling up his chest, and licking his forehead. "Hmmm, little salty, but that's okay…"she continued to lap at his strong, tan flesh like the vixen she was.

"Ugly Woman!" The Saiyan no Ouji yelled, "Get over here!"

"I'm right here Veg…Veg…Oh damn…I forgot what I was saying." she pouted, dropping her face into his field of view.

"GAHH!" Vegeta cried out, pushing the woman off of him. "How the hell did you get here so fast?" Bulma was confused, but smiled coyly and batted her eyelashes, thinking in her drunken state, that this was Vegeta's way of flirting with her.

"Oh, I don't know, you big, warm hunk of man." she purred softly, reminding the plastered Saiyan of a lioness, though far more dangerous. She crawled back into his lap, her deft little hands rubbing his chest through the silky fabric of his shirt. Vegeta looked at her oddly. It was his turn to be confused.

"Why are you growling at me?!?" he rumbled, angry that the woman would have the audacity to tease him like that.

"That's not me, silly." Bulma cooed, brushing her fingers across his stomach. "That's your tummy."

"What the bloody hell is a *hic* tummy?!?" Vegeta cried out, knocking over his stack of beer bottles. They landed on the floor and broke, with a loud crash, waking Master Roshi.

"Huh? Who? What? Why of course, Mr. Hefner sir! I can be at the Playboy Mansion in twenty minutes!" he shouted, drunkenly stumbling across the room, where he fell on Bulma. "Ahhh! Looks like I'm here all ready!" he began to drool, as he eyed Vegeta. "Well, hello there you pretty young thing!" he sidled up to the Saiyan Prince, pushing the hammered Bulma out of the way.

"Shimatta! Hentai!" Vegeta cried, shoving the old master away.

20 MINUTES LATER…

"Vegeta! Can we *hic* go home now." Bulma whimpered, scratching at the screen door. "I really hafta potty! And Tien is drinking out of the toilet!"

Vegeta got up, brushing aside his mountain of liquor bottles, and staggered towards the blue haired woman. Clumsily, he lifted her up into his arms, and stumbled out the door and onto the small beach. Taking to the air, the sotted pair wove their way back to Capsule Corporation, Bulma complaining about her bladder problems all the while. Even while she was screaming like a wench in his ear, he could not help but to enjoy the way her body was pressed tightly against his own.

When they finally stumbled into the house, Vegeta shoved Bulma into the bathroom, swearing that if he ever heard the word 'potty' again, he would blow up the left side of Bulma's room. He wasn't quite sure why though; it just seemed like a good threat at the time.

"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma called, emerging from the bathroom. "Come on upstairs! I have something to show you!" she giggled as she crept into her room and put on the funny glasses that sat atop her dresser.

"What do you want, you ugly woman?" Vegeta yelled, walking into her room. He stopped short though, as he saw Bulma. For the first time in his life, Vegeta burst out laughing. "Wo…Mmph!" he tried to speak, but every word turned into a fit of deep, throaty chuckles, and he had to run to the bathroom in order to keep from wetting himself. Bulma lay down on her bed and tossed the cheap glasses aside, waiting for Vegeta to come back.

She was there for a while, before she heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Sitting up on the bed, she watched the door open, to reveal a very naked Vegeta. "Ahh!" she screamed. "Why are you naked?"

The Saiyan no Ouji shrugged, and made his way over to Bulma's armchair, where he sat down with a plop. "Well," he began, scratching his head, not unlike Goku. "See, when I was washing my hands," he held them out towards her, in order to prove they were clean, "the water soaked my shirt, so I took it off. Then, I thought, 'hey, why don't I take off my pants too?' so I did that. Then, I thought it might be a good idea to take off my boxers, so I did that too. Then I came back here." he finished, shrugging again as if his nudity were no big deal.

"But!" Bulma sputtered, nearly falling off the bed in her drunken state. "But you're NAKED!" Her face was flushed, not only from embarrassment, but from excitement as well. She had always known Vegeta would have a nice body, but even in her wildest dreams would she have thought he would be THIS good looking without clothes on.

"Hmph." Vegeta snorted. "Vegeta no Ouji has no need for clothing." he crossed his arms defiantly over his chest.

"Well," Bulma countered. "Then neither does Bulma no Ouji!" she squirmed out of her dress and undergarments, standing proudly in her birthday suit before the Saiyan.

"What?" Vegeta jumped out of his chair, nearly falling over because of the vast amounts of alcohol he had consumed. "You can't be Bulma no Ouji!" He wished immediately that he had stayed sitting, because in his current position, there was no way of hiding it when he felt his lower half begin to harden. It was much easier to stay in control when sober. Fortunately, Bulma did not seem to notice, as she pranced around on the bed, taunting him.

"Says you!" she stuck her tongue out at him. "Give me one good reason why I can't be Bulma no Ouji."

"Well, you're not a boy for one thing!" Vegeta cried, pointing at her crotch. "You can be Bulma no *hic* Oujo." he reasoned.

"I don't wanna be that!" she stamped her foot, ready to throw a tantrum any minute.

"You HAVE to!"

"NO I don't!"

"Yes you DO!"

"NO I don't!"

"Yes you DO!" Vegeta cried, completely forgetting about his nudity, and his current state of arousal, he tackled the supposed prince. He tossed her onto the bed and jumped in after her, intending to make her admit she wasn't Bulma no Ouji. Bulma screeched, and began to kick and bite at him, and soon there was a full scale-wrestling match going on, except that neither party seemed to fully realize, nor care, that they were naked.

"I can so!" Bulma cried, scratching at Vegeta's back.

"You can not!" He retaliated by biting her leg.

"Can so!"

"Can not!"

"Can so!"

"Can not!"

"Look!" Bulma cried. "My daddy always said that I could be whatever I wanted to be, and I want to be a fried pickle!"

"Fried pickle?" Vegeta wondered. "I thought you wanted to be a soccer playing monkey!"

"NO! Get it through your thick head Vegeta! I said I wanted to be a singing elephant on a trapeze, and YOU said I had to be an alligator's gym shoes!" Bulma huffed, and flopped into the bed, pulling the messed up covers over herself. Vegeta sat and though for a while, before finally deciding that he was bored. With a lack of anything better to do, and the hazy knowledge that if he didn't get any sleep tonight he would have the MOTHER of all hangovers in the morning, he crawled under the blankets with the already snoring Bulma.

All right…that was more than a little odd, ne? Don't worry, it was supposed to be. I had always imagined them doing something completely idiotic and stupid anyway, so don't tell me this was dumb or I'll be angry… Anyways, I hoped you thought it was okay…if it was really bad maybe I'll think of a better idea and change this. Remember to review! J