Sick Vegeta, Nurse Bulma - Written by Vegeta-Saiyajin-no-ouji

Chapter 14

"Okay everyone! Time for a little game of Truth or Dare!!!" Everyone sat down on the plush couches that were in the middle of the large room. Some people had to sit on the floor though, as there wasn't enough space on the couch. Vegeta and Bulma gave each other a small, knowing grin as they remembered what happened the other day. Bulma sat down on a single seat and Vegeta had to sit on the floor. So did Yamcha and Goku. Yamcha had bought his new girlfriend along. Her name was Melissa, but she's not important to this story so I won't delve into any uneeded story telling. Once they had all settled down, Bulma got one of the servo-bots to bring in some drinks and snacks for them all.

"Alright. Who wants to go first?" Blma asked them. For a few seconds no-one answered.

"Fine woman. I will." They were all surprised at his decision.

"Okay. I wanna ask you the first question. Truth or dare?" Yamcha blurted out. Vegeta glared at him.

"Truth." Yamcha gulped.

"O-okay Vegeta. W-what was the worst thing th-that ever happened to you on F-frieza's ship?" He was trying his hardest not to seem intimidated by the vertically challenged prince. He was failing miserably. Vegeta's eyes widened and dropped to the floor in front of his feet. The room was deathly silent as they waited for his answer.

"Vegeta.?" Bulma put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to answer it if you really don't want to."

"Yes he does! That's the whole point of this game Bulma!" Yamcha argued.

"Look you puny-dicked little fag! Can't you see that this hurts him to talk about this?! Even if he doesn't admit it, I can tell he does have feelings! So you just shut the hell up!" Everybody just watched Bulma's little outburst with shocked expressions on their faces. Even Vegeta did so as well.

"Ummm.O-okay." Yamcha stuttered.

"Woman.I don't need you standing up for me. I am perfectly capable of fighting my own battles. If he wants to know so badly then I'll tell him. I can sum it up into one word - abuse." The whole room was silent once more.

"Uhhh.What k-kind of abuse.?" Vegeta closed his eyes tightly and shuddered, as in his mind he remembered the horrible memories of the abuse he received at the hands of the evil tyrant who destroyed his entire race, leaving only a few survivors. He finally opened his eyes and looked everyone dead set in the eyes.

"Anyway you want to interpret it. It all happened to me. That's why I don't like people touching me.Or getting close to me. Any contact I received from another person meant pain. So I stopped caring for others. I conditioned myself with harsh training regimands and eventually I stopped feeling and I became a cold, heartless killer."

"Oh god." Bulma raised a hand to her open mouth. Vegeta refused to meet anyone's gaze after revealing more than he wanted to. It was too hard for him to stop after he started talking. Bulma reached out her hand to caress his cheek, he flinched but did not move away. Yamcha flinched too as he remembered the sight he saw of his ex getting frisky with the Saiyan prince. Goku smiled secretly to himself, an all-knowing grin. He could tell they were getting closer. Bulma pulled her hand away after a moments hestitation.

"Um.well.lets move on shall we? Vegeta? You get to ask next."

"Hmmmm.Okay.Kakarot.Truth or dare?"

"Hehe! I pick dare!" Vegeta smirked.

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Soon everyone had completed their truth or dare questions and it was back to Vegeta again. It was Krillin's turn to ask him.

"Truth or dare Vegeta?"

"Hmmmm.Dare."

"Okay." Vegeta had loosened up quite a bit as a small side affect from all the alcohol he had comsumed. No one was complaining though.

"I dare you to.errrrr." Krillen scratched his bald head. "You gotta sing a song. yeah. that's it. sing a song. If you don't know any of our songs, you can sing one in Saiajin."

"Okay then lil' baldy man." Vegeta's speech was slurred a bit from the alcohol. "I will sing a Saiyajin song. It's called Escapar." Vegeta sat in a more comfortable position as he was now sharing the couch with Bulma. She had managed, after several bottles of strong beer, to get Vegeta to let her sit on his knee. Vegeta cleared his throat.

*****Goes to the tune of Escape. Sorry but I can't put in the little funny marks above some letters. I dunno how so don't bug me about it.*****

"Ves, tu y yo. Siempre asi. Sube y baja pero un dia al fin. Sin querer. Nos va bien. Cuando uno dice se acabo. El amor. Dice no. Y se queda. Si decides dejarme. No te voy a suplicar. Alla tu si mas tarde Aunque corras, te escondas No puedes escapar. Y si te vas Ya veras Que no es tan facil olvidar Sale bien Sale mal Como sea pero es tan real Que al final Lo demas No te importa Si decides dejarme. No te voy a suplicar. Alla tu si mas tarde Aunque corras, te escondas No puedes escapar."

Vegeta's voice faded out as he finished the song. All the people in the room were in awe. Nobody knew Vegeta could sing so well. Or could sing at all to be exact.

"Wow Vegeta.Where did you learn to sing like that?" Goku asked him as he was the first to be able to speak.

"My mother taught me before I was taken by Frieza. She was the best female singer on the planet. And I was the best male since she never gave lessons out to anybody except for me. Before Frieza came into the picture, we were actually a pretty peaceful race. We hardly ever fought among ourselves and we loved to throw big parties where everyone could forget their social status and just have fun with anybody. But when Frieza came there were civil wars going on all the time. So it really sucked arse."

"I'll bet." Bulma said suddenly, startling everyone out of their trance-like state. Bulma looked at the clock. "Oh wow! I didn't realize the time! I don't think anyone is sober enough to drive home so you can all stay here the night. Is that okay with everyone? Why don't you all head up to the guest bedrooms and have a nice, long sleep, eh?" Everyone mumbled a yes and a thank-you to their host, as they headed up to get some rest. Bulma was still on Vegeta's lap. She snuggled in closer to his warmth. Vegeta snaked his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her head, after making sure everyone had gone into their respective rooms. After sitting in that position for quite some time, Bulma was very nearly falling asleep. Vegeta was too. The room was lit with only the soft glow from the large fireplace off to ther left.

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked sleepily.

"Yes?"

"Can we move down in front of the fire? I'm kinda getting cold here." Vegeta smirked against her hair. Bulma only smiled when she realized what Vegeta was thinking about.

"Now don't get too frisky Vegeta. We do have guests you know. Any one of them could come down and see us."

"Yeah yeah. I know." Vegeta lifted her up effortlessly, and sat them in front of the fire, on the thick, soft white rug, where they had made love a few days ago. Vegeta rolled onto his back and Bulma snuggled into his side, as he put his thick, muscular arms around her. To Bulma, Vegeta's arms made her feel safe and protected, even though he used to be a ruthless killer. They felt like solid metal when he was tense and ready to fight, but when he was relaxed and with her, that metal seemed to melt and encase her in it. Protected in warm steel for all eternity.

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