𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵 (//SLOW UPDATES//)

...A Party And A Scene...

"Welcome, everyone!" Bulma's voice rang out, sweet and soft yet shrill. She was wearing one of her many different bright red dresses, and one that was quite revealing at that. Of course, this was a party, but this was a bit much even for her. Though, it was clear no one really minded- especially not who she was really after, Yamcha, who smiled and winked at her. "This is a very special party, but for now just enjoy the food and drinks!"

A few people cheered at the mention of drinks, a few at the food, but all in all most were excited to be there. None really paid too much mind to what she said, and instead went to look around at the decorations and talk amongst themselves. It had been some time since Bulma had last thrown a party quite like this: one of such amazement with the details, and the decorations, and mostly the foods. Yet, something seemed a little...off, about it. Something was strange about this party, more strange than any party before it...

"The place looks real nice, huh?" Krillin looked around the room at all the streamers, the center piece on the dining table catching his eyes.

"Yeah," 18 nodded, glancing at the decorations as well, "She outdid herself from the last party."

Krillin only gave a nod and a quiet "uh-huh" as he continued to observe the party and the guests. Most of them were talking and laughing in small groups, while some focused more on the drinks and the different foods. He noticed a few on lookout like he was, Piccolo being the one that stood out the most to him, but none really looked too out of place for their group of friends- which consisted of mostly aliens, apparently. It wasn't long until he spotted Vegeta stood near a corner by himself, looking rather glum. Even from afar it was clear he - unlike the others - didn't want to be there, and why would he? It wasn't like him and Bulma were on the best terms, and from what Krillin knew the two both pretty much hated each other, which was for good reason. And, plus, Vegeta had never liked parties so this was already pushing him out of his comfort zone but now Krillin could only imagine how much awkwardness and discomfort the once so prideful warrior was feeling. 

It was a little odd how distant he'd been getting recently. Of course, Vegeta was always distant, but lately he'd seemed just...gone. Like he wasn't really there, in a way. It started around a month or so after the whole Buu situation and only got worse from there, now it seemed the prince was distracted by everything and anything to avoid the real problem. Now, Krillin had never really liked Vegeta that much - the guy was rude, careless of how he made others feel, he over thought things and threw a fit if they didn't go his way. The most common way to describe him would have been 'arrogant asshole.' - but Krillin couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. He was going through something rough right now, and it was plain to see his life was sort of falling apart. And, even if Vegeta was a notably 'bad' person, he didn't deserve this - at least in Krillin's eyes he didn't. No matter how many times the man had tried to kill them without a second thought.

He stared at the awkward looking Vegeta for a moment longer before sighing and turning back to his wife, seeing her observing some other guests. Everyone else looked as if to be having an at least decent time. And, even if it was a bit saddening, he would rather join in and have a decent time at the party than sit and pity Vegeta the entire time. Of course, it was difficult to just ignore something like that situation so the best he could do was just watch from a distance. Which was exactly what Krillin planned to do.

"What's the matter?" 18 spoke up suddenly.
     
"Huh?" Krillin replied, snapping out of his thoughts. "What?"
     
"You look a bit upset." She stated. "Is something wrong?"
     
"Oh," Krillin chuckled and shook his head. Giving a short, forced smile and a dismissive wave he continued, "I was just thinking about some things, it doesn't matter anyways."
     
"You sure?" 18 questioned, a slight suspicion in her over all concerned yet monotonous voice.
     
"Yup." There was a pause, and Krillin turned to glance at the prince in the distance. That same frown held still on the man's face, and those tired eyes remained desolate and distracted by something not quite there. Like a wasteland, Vegeta seemed so lost in his own thoughts. "I'm sure."