This drabble was written for the Blue & Black community at Livejournal and was originally posted on May 7th 2011. Prompt: Lace - 200 words.
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He had never understood why the females of this planet had to fuss about something this ridiculously unimportant. It was just a dress! They could wear one every goddamn day if they really wanted to, but no – females were never that uncomplicated, especially not the one he was currently waiting for.
She is late…
When finally the first notes of the organ began to sound, Vegeta turned around to watch Bulma walking down the aisle, but as soon as he saw her, all his annoyance, his bitterness, all his nervousness were forgotten.
There was just her.
He had never seen her like this before. The often unmannerly dressed woman was floating in a dream of white silk, looking like the goddess of gracefulness herself. Endless moments passed until she eventually stood beside him.
Everything what happened then rushed by in a blur: The priest's words, their troth, the exchange of the rings. But when he lifted the lace veil and gazed into the ocean blue eyes of his wife who was smiling at him, he finally understood the ancient magic that women in their wedding dresses radiated.
When her sweet lips brushed against his own, his fate was irrevocably sealed.