Hello again! How have you all been? My life's been pretty crazy- could you imagine how hard it was be IF I wowned DBZ? Thank goodness I DON'T!

Yeah so, there's no real central characters, bit of him, bit of her... oh and a little make out session ;)

This was only going to be a One-Shiot, but I went OTT on the word count so I've spit it up ibnto 3 chapters, and I'm releasing them all now! This is just part one and it's short :( I LOVE FIREWORK NIGHT! But there's not many fics out there with firworks in them :( what do you think of mine? Let me know in a review? Enjoy!

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Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

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Looking up into the evening sky, he could feel the excitement thrumming through the air like electricity. On the streets beyond CC's main gate were the humans whom he despised yet helped save two years ago. Travelling in hurried groups, all they could think of were the event they had looked forward to for a while now. Behind him, he could hear his wife doing yet another sweep of her check list, along with a satisfied noise. He peered over his shoulder in time to see her disappear out the door, no doubt to get herself ready for tonight.

Vegeta shook his head, weather out of frustration or humour he couldn't tell, and looked back to the window. On this November night, the light was draining fast and the shadows on the floor were becoming more slanted by the minute. The ever growing crowd of civilians were heading towards CC's grand park, opened specially for the public on this evening. He was somewhat glad that Bulma had invited all of her closer friends to party in a separate garden.

As much he hated those gatherings with the buffoons, Vegeta would choose them over hundreds of obnoxious citizens any day.

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"Yep, the other side of the lake. It's the right distance away from the crowd then. Uh-huh, we'll be on the other side of the security fences, so don't you worry about us missing the show… That's excellent, Mr Piroe, and I'm sure we will all enjoy your firework display… thanks, bye!"

Snapping her phone shut, Bulma smiled with childish excitement. She had been looking forward to this ever since September: Fireworks night. One of the few holidays that didn't involve spirituality or crash commercialism. No, this night was just about looking up to the black sky and watching the glowing colour dance and pop, warming yourself by the ancient comfort of a fire and watching all your bad luck, literally, burn before your eyes.

She was still smiling when her rugged prince walked into their bedroom, heading directly to the chest of drawers and pull out some warm clothing. The Saiyan had always hated the cold, and this November in particular seemed to be chillier than usual and Bulma had even come in her to change herself. She had only dressed the bottom half when her phone rung, walking and talking around the room with her bra on display, something he hadn't failed to notice when he walked in. Stepping up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his solid torso and rested her face against him.

"Are you looking forward to tonight?"

He stiffened slightly when he felt her warm breath skim his neck. "Since when have you known me look forward to being forced to interact with your imbecile friends?"

"I didn't mean that," she laughed, "I meant after that…" she squeezed him tighter, he boobs pushed up playfully against him. And she was wearing her favourite satin bra, too.

Twisting in her arms, he raised a thick eyebrow playfully at her. "Since when have you known me not look forward to that?" He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, wrapping his other arm around her waist to pull her bottom towards him. Maybe he could have a taste of what was yet to come. It would make this damn party a hell of a lot more bearable…

Bulma had other ideas. "Not yet, big guy." She pulled back and lightly tapped his chest with an innocent smile. "Make sure you dress warmly, the last thing I need is a shivery Saiyan on my hands. I want tonight to go smoothly. I want it to be a night we'll never forget!" With that, she walked out the room towards her sons, tugging on the thick white top as she left a very disappointed Vegeta.

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Trunks knew the drill; hang around with his mom for about an hour and then he'd be free to do whatever he wanted. As the owner of the park, Bulma had to be present to open the event, usually with a speech that thankfully, she kept short. The together they'd walk around together and "mingle" (he hated saying the word, let alone doing it). Right now, he was standing next to his mother and a reporter. Only a short distance away was a guy selling hot chestnuts and they boys mouth was watering.

Noting how her child had gone very quiet and still, Bulma paused her answer and motioned for her son to skedaddle. "Don't let it ruin your dinner though, Trunks, ok?" she tipped him a wink with the eye the reporter couldn't see.

He returned her wink. "Don't worry- I'll save lots of room!"

The boy quickly made his way to the vendor and was wolfing down a dozen chestnuts or so from a small paper bag. He considered hanging around to see if his mother would be finished soon, or if there was anybody from his school he could find, but it was so packed with strangers he decided to give up. Heading over to the bottom of the park, he quickly scanned to see if anybody was watching him before he jumped over the 10 ft. high wall and into the family's compound gardens. Without a sound, he landed on the grass on the other side right next to his father.

"Dad? What are you doing standing all the way over here?"

"I sensed you coming."

"I didn't sense you."

"You weren't trying."

"Oh, okay." He looked up at his father. His frame may have been slightly bulged by the think coat he was wearing, but the tension in his crossed arms showed he wasn't at all happy. "I know you don't like parties, but Bomb fire night isn't like any other party. You stand around and look at stuff explode for most of it. Makes you think why mum's never done this before, I'd have thought you'd like it."

Vegeta grunted. "I've yet to decide if this celebration is remotely entertaining or not, but that's not my problem."

"Then what's eating ya?" Just then, he remembered what he said about trying to find him. Opening his senses, he felt a dozen different Ki's all making their way towards them. "Oh, I see."

"And if your mother doesn't return in the next five minutes then you're welcoming them. There's no way I'm not! Insufferable, teasing wrench," he mumbled.

He looked down to see his son hold out the paper bag. He plucked out a chestnut and copied how the boy peeled away the shell, dropping it to the floor. Vegeta's own became lost amongst the brown and red leaves at his feet. These things didn't taste all that bad.

"I don't mind greeting them if mom doesn't return-" Trunks offered. He was glad when his father nodded because he then added, "-but you owe me."

The elder prince glared at his son. He should have known. "The park again?" He growled

"Nope", Trunks beamed. "Take me into space with you!"

His father started to cough on his third chestnut. By the time he recovered, he was staring at Trunks, whose face was still smiley and excited.

"You went by yourself last year- and the year before. I heard you talking to mom about doing it again in a few months, and I want to come too!"

"Not a chance, boy."

"But- but Daaaaad!"

"No, son. Strong as you are, you're not yet ready to travel out there."

"Why? If I'm with you then I won't get lost, I won't get into trouble and you can train me waaaaay better than in the GR! Who knows, I could even learn a new attack!" He ran a hand though his lavender hair with unveiled cockiness. "I think I've gotten more powerful recently, it'd be a shame to waste it on the same old moves."

Vegeta was still glaring harshly at him. Yes, his son was strong, so immensely strong, but he knew for a fact that his son wasn't ready to travel the depths of space and face the hardships he had once had to endure-

"I'll even throw in keeping Goku away from you! And I'll stop anybody from eating the last piece of steak!"

"…Fine. If your mother agrees. She's the one with the ship." He went back to brooding against the wall while his son released a wild Yessss! of glee.

Using their mental radar, the princes realised that two strong Ki's (plus two feeble ones) were now making their way around the dome. Trunks sped off to meet them. He should be seeing them in about three, two, one…

"… Surprised to see you've turned up this this early, Goku. You're one of the last to join us, usually."

"Yeah I know, Bulma, but Chichi promised to get me a present if I stuck by her side all day and drive us, though I haven't seen her go shopping or anything- Oh, hey, Trunks- Hey Vegeta!" The tall Saiyan offered them both an enthusiastic overhead wave.

"Mooooom, what are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be at the public display talking to some stupid reporter guys?"

Bulma gave him a look of confusion. "No, I finished early so I could great our guest especially. Why, did you want to play the big man of the house and do it?" She pinched his cheek playfully and smiled at him.

He pulled away and rubbed his glowing red cheek, feeling very self-conscious. Behind Goku, his best friend was smiling and covering his mouth in an attempt not to laugh. "No, I just… didn't think you'd be back. C'mon Goten… why don't we go take your dad down to meet the head chef to find out what's for eats tonight?"

Bulma watched as the youngster lead the warrior away, the Son's with saliva leaking out the corners of their goofy smiles before turning to Chichi, her closest girl-friend. She could too knew the wonders of living with Saiyan's.

"Look at those two kids. Goku can't resist playing along." Bulma chuckled.

Chichi shook her head but smiled all the same. "You should have said, "Look at those three kids" and left it at that!"

The two women talked pleasantly at length for several minutes before Vegeta pushed away from the wall to seat himself comfortably at the tables by the trees. If he was lucky, he could remain out of sight until everybody showed up. It was when there were large numbers did he start to feel a bit more relaxed- fewer people meant the guests felt obliged to talk to him, whereas larger gathering meant everybody was busy. Too busy to bother him too much.

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"So, what you're saying is that as long as we keep my dad away from yours, you can go into space?" Goten whispered. Trunks nodded, his lavender locked bouncing slightly.

"Yep. Gonna teach me some new moves and everything!" Trunks whispered back. They didn't want to risk Goku overhearing them. If he knew, he'd go out of his way to avoid Vegeta- that alone would cause suspicion. No, it was better to play it cool and distract him, Trunks thought. Besides, he had already to the chef to keep aside the largest steak- he was half way there already!

"Wow, that's so cool! I wonder if my dad could do that with me."

"He might one day, but for now all we need to do keep your dad busy. He likes to eat, play and talk with us, right? Well, that's what we'll do!"

"Right! I'll do everything I can to help you, Trunks!" Goten said, his whisper coming out as an enthusiastic hiss, and high-fived his best friend."

"Oh, wow, you cook the chicken wrapped in the bacon? That sound's amazing!" the boys heard Goku's booming voice behind them. "Ooh, toffee apples? I haven't eaten those in years!"

"Somehow, I don't think it'll be too hard…"

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"Gohan! What's up with you?"

The lad gulped as his girlfriend latched onto his coat, yanking him from his thoughts. He was pulled down to her level, looking right into those violet eyes, filled with annoyance.

"I've put up with your… weirdness… all week, and I'm getting fed up with it now. I thought you'd be over it when we got home but you're still like it!" She released him and looked away. "Did you not enjoy our first holiday together?"

To mark their graduation in the summer, the young lovers had decided to take a holiday in the autumn to sunny Florida. It was their first time away together. Alone.

Seeing the hurt in her eyes, he rubbed her cheek with his glove, lifting her face to meet his. "Aw, sweetheart, I loved every minute of it. You know that."

"Then why have you been so anxious?" Videl asked. "No, don't answer that- I think I know what it is."

Again, Gohan gulped. "You do?"

"I think you've been so nervous because… we've reached the end of University, now. From what your mom's told me, education has played such a big part in your life that you're scared to let go. You won't just be learning it- you'll be an expert- possibly teaching it!"

"Err, umm…"

"And you're worried that getting your PhD will change you and- perhaps leave less time for us… I know because I've thought the same thing." She hugged him tightly, tiptoeing so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. When she pulled away, she had a small smile playing on her face. "But don't worry. If you think a little thing like that's gonna stop us, think again!"

As Videl wandered off in search if their host, Gohan snuck inside the Briefs home and hid down the hall, away from prying eyes. Dende, he was a wreck! His hands were shaking so much he could barely reach into his pocket and pull out the source of his problems.

In his hand lay a little black felt box containing the perfect engagement ring. One single diamond- not too big but not too small- set in a silver band with a streak of gold. It was pricey, but not too much as to deter him from saving up for weeks to get it. He wanted to marry Videl and he wanted to do it soon!

But- how on earth to ask her? Out of the blue, randomly when they were just chilling? No, this girl was used to being a bit spoilt, she'd want more. On a date? She wouldn't want it in public though, that's not her thing. He had planned on taking her to a nearby meadow and having a picnic there, but then her father bought them two tickets to Florida the next week. Perfect!

Or so he thought. Gohan had actually ended up putting it off repeatedly because he could never find the right moment. At this rate, there would never be a right moment.

He slipped the accused box back into his pocket, shaking off the feeling that it weighed heavier than usual in his coat, and left. He hadn't noticed the infamous duo watching him the whole time. Trunks and Goten looked at each other with a smirk that promised trouble.

Oh yeah, this could turn out to be much more fun than they thought!