It had been a few weeks since the whole Namek and Frieza fiasco. Vegeta had been living with Bulma for quite some time now. He had walked into the kitchen for some food when he saw her sitting on one of the chairs to the kitchen counter. Her head resting on the counter, a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hand. Soft sniffles came from her hidden face. The prince looked at her with irritation, scoffing as he spoke.. What is your annoying whimpering about, women?