Compromise

Fallout (Part 2)

Bulma purchased the most expensive bottle of hard liquor she could find. Her mom was watching the kids, and she couldn't bear to be home right now. Her phone rang in her pocket, and she put it to her ear without checking who it was.

"What." She answered, waving down a taxi.

"I got your message." 18 said, undisturbed by the curt greeting, "I can't go out, but you can get drunk in my kitchen."

"Perfect. Do you like whiskey? It's a whiskey kind of afternoon."

"I'll drink anything short of isopropyl and even then in a pinch."

Bulma hung up after telling her new best friend her estimate arrival time, and within the hour, she was drunkenly ranting in 18's kitchen, while Marron did coloring in in the lounge.

"I feel like this all my fault. I wanted to fuck other people and his stupid monkey brain just went 'it's a free for all'." She said, filling up her glass again.

"It's not your fault. He and Chi-Chi went behind your back. It's still cheating. You should cut his nuts off." 18 said, "But on the other hand... If you all realise it was gonna happen anyway, and Vegeta is crap at communication..."

Bulma sighed, leaning her chin in her hands. "It was probably really hot. I'm really fucking mad but I'm also... I'm glad Chi-Chi had hot sex with Vegeta? And I know Vegeta is like... Amazing at head and I wish I got eaten out in a bathroom stall more often..."

18 stared at her, calculating something, "Hmm..."

Bulma leaned forward on the table, mistaking the look to something else. "Hey, 18... I always wanted to know... Do you have a vibrate setting?" She slurred, with a wink.

18's stony face cracked and she trilled out a laugh, "No! Nooo." She shook her head, easily pushing Bulma's face away with her index finger, "Oh my god, honey, no. I'm cutting you off."

Bulma pouted, watching as 18 took the bottle away from her. "You're missing out on some grade-A pussy..." She mumbled, rubbing her forehead, and then slumped back in her chair, howling, "My pussy is better than Chi-Chi's, that bitch!"

18 snorted, shaking her head. "As much as I'd just love to be your rebound fuck," she said, putting the lid on the bottle and putting it out of reach, "I think we have to look at the real problem here."

Bulma's head lolled forward, interest as piqued as it could be.

"You would have let Chi-Chi and Vegeta banged if they just asked you, right?"

Bulma nodded.

"So they banged, but just didn't ask for your permission."

Bulma frowned and then nodded again.

"Okay, so they didn't do it the 'right way'. It was a surprise, sure, but as Vegeta said, it was going to happen." 18 continued, "You put him into a position that he didn't wanna be in in the first place, and when he does what you wanted him to do, it's not under your terms, which, at the end of the day, are rather loose."

Bulma's mouth opened and closed.

"Did you tell him what to do when he found someone?"

Bulma shook her head. He assumes he'd tell her.

"So you assumed, Vegeta, who generally does what he wants with no consequences, would call you to announce he was going to bang your best friend, who, I might add, was probably encouraged by a comment you made?"

Bulma paused and she shrugged.

"Exactly." 18 finished off Bulma's glass.

"But Goku..." Bulma tried as a last ditch effort.