Reprogrammed

Playing House

The next morning, when the sunlight crept into the room and shined across Trunks' face, his eyes slowly crept open. He shut them immediately, wincing at the way the sunlight hurt his eyes. But that was only the beginning of his problems. He had a blinding headache that pulsed painfully with every beat of his heart, and he felt like he was going to be sick.

'What the hell happened last night?' he wondered.

The events of the party were all a blur. What happened to make him end up in this condition, and why did he have a bad case of cottonmouth?

Was this, perhaps, the aftermath of fighting Broly and Cooler? He doubted it. The Senzu bean he had taken should have fixed up all his problems; besides, these weren't the aches and pains of finishing a battle.

The door to his room opened, making him wince at the sound, and his mother stepped in. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave him a disapproving look. "Finally up, huh? 18 said she sensed you wake up." She frowned at him. "You look awful."

He groaned miserably. "I feel it too."

"Well, that's what you get for drinking so much when you can't hold your liquor."

Trunks cracked an eye open. He'd been drinking? When? Why? He didn't drink. A long time ago, he tried some of his mother's sake and hated it. Not to mention he had in a silly mood afterward, and had never touched any alcohol since.

"What do you mean?" he grumbled.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. "Just what I said. That stupid pig got you drunk. I swear, here you are, a Super Saiyan, yet you let a few bottles of sake knock you off your feet."

Oolong had gotten him drunk? No, that couldn't be right. How would Oolong get him to drink, and why?

Some of the events of the previous night came back to him and he groaned. No, it hadn't been Oolong. It had been 18. She practically forced that first bottle down his throat. After that, he had indulged, a big mistake on his part. But he had told her that he couldn't hold his alcohol. So why would she…?

He grumbled irritably. She'd been trying to seduce him again. He remembered it now. And in his current state, he had accepted her without any protest. But he didn't remember what he said or what he did. Had they once again…?

'I'm going to get her for this.' he thought angrily.

Looking at his pathetic state, Bulma sighed. "You should have something to eat. No matter what condition Goku or your father were in, they always perked up at the thought of food.

Trunks might have vomited, but there was nothing in his stomach. Regardless of that, he didn't think he coud eat; at least he didn't think he could keep it down. Any other time, the thought of eating would have been enough to work up an appetite, but now, the mere thought of food was making him feel sick.

"Maybe later…" he muttered, pulling the blanket over his head. "I just want to go back to sleep."

His mother sighed again. "Fine stay in bed. I have to take Roshi and the others back, because I do not trust that old man to drive or fly after last night. Honestly, he was more buzzed than you were." She turned to leave. "I'll have 18 come check on you later. She said she'd take care of you while I was away."

'I'll bet she did.' "Can't she be the one to take the others back and you stay here?"

"I'm not going to clean up your mess, Trunks. It's your own fault that you're in this condition. Sometimes you have to learn from your mistake. Remember how you feel now the next time you plan to indulge."