a/n: This is only suppose to be a short fic. Maybe only 1 to 3 chapters and that's it. Of course this is a full-blown v/b with a few other characters too. You must excuse my spelling/grammar, I don't have a beta reader for this fic yet.

Disclaimer: I am not held responsible for pushing that little kid down and making him cry……I don't own DBZ, I don't own any of the characters they belong to Toriyama.

Shades of Perfection
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By Priest of Passion

A white silky, beautifully designed wedding grown fitted her perfectly. A diamond necklace fit for a princess glittered around her neck. Matching earrings were adorned on her ears. She was beautiful in ever way…or so she had been told repeatedly.

She took a deep breath to stop her heart from pounding when the familiar tune echoed through the church, reaching to where she was in the private room. In exactly 10 minutes she would no longer be known as Bulma Briefs but instead bare a last name that is awkward compared with her first name.

She had always been rebellious in nature. Is that why her feet was carrying her to the doors? With a will of it's own her right hand gripped the door that led not to the main room of the church where her husband-to-be was waiting along with her many family and friends.

Ah, her husband-to-be was perfect in every way. Smart, not just book smart but smart in general. Gorgeous was another quality he had. His gentleness and charming personality was spiked her interest. He was wealthy, born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Socially fit and acceptably to match Bulma Briefs. A weak smile came to her face as the next thought plunged into her mind.

Father had indeed found the perfect man.

Of course she expected nothing less from her beloved father. The father that had denied her nothing as she grew. The father that had cuddled her with a mother's care as she grew. The father that had been there for her through her elementary parent meetings, through her high school sport tournaments, through her senior prom, through her first major project in Capsule Corporations. She idolized her father, wishing to follow in his footsteps. Striving to accomplish work as good or maybe even better than him. She didn't doubt that he had gone through many men to pick for her arranged marriage. And he had picked carefully, dismissing them even with the slightest flaw.

The cold wind brushed against her face making her shiver, knocking her silky blue hair back. Her blue eyes held just a hint of extra moisture cause by the harsh wind. As much as it was stinging her skin at the moment, she also took relief in it. The cold air took in by her lungs finally seem to clear the jumbled thoughts for first time this past month. And only one thought remained as her feet started forward, out the door.

Run. Run before it's too late!

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The feeling was odd.

Like a sense of deep loss.

Something that he had never felt before because Vegeta Ouji had never lost anything he wanted to keep. So why was he feeling this 'loss' in this particular morning, at this particular time?

You know why, you stubborn bastard. That voice was annoying, it was suppose to be his conscious. Like hell it was. He was turning into a raving lunatic. Hopefully after today, he would stop hearing his own voice inside his head.

"Thank you, Osamu-san." His business attorney and accountant, Kakkarote Son shook hands with Tika Ousamu, a renowned old man on the verge of retirement.

"Osamu-san." A slight nod of his head and a firm handshake was all he gave to the old man that had just sold a million-dollar company.

Sony. The company was old, but famous to the world.

It was slowly crumpling in this ever-changing world. They both saw that. He had taken a big risk buying Osamu's company-no…actually the onna had taken a big risk buying this company. Capsule Corporation and Ouji Corporation were joined together, so if she screwed up they all go down in more than just a 2 million-dollar debt with her. He knew he should give her more credit and faith; she after all, did have more than a stroke of genius in her. The beauty wasn't called the "stock market goddess" for no reason.

"Vegeta let's go. We're going to be late for Bulma's wedding." Kakkarote turned to him loosening his tie as their drivers pulled up.

"I'll be at the reception." Yet again he reminded his 'friend' since high school. Sometimes he wondered about the intelligence of that man. He saw something flash across Kakkarote's eyes before it was whipped away with a shrug of indifference.

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Deep blue eyes glanced at the cozy looking restaurant at the side of the busy street. The wind blew again, disturbing her hair and leaving it hastily. Yet even with her disheveled hair, she looked like a model that had just walked out from a studio.

Turning sharply into the small restaurant she wasn't surprise when all noise ceased as their eyes landed on her. Even the waitress holding a tray of dishes had to stop mid-step as she took in her appearance.

Her cheeks were pink from the sudden contrast of temperature and from the speed at which she had ran in. Her bare shoulders were creamy white and smooth. But what got to people was the full wedding dress she was wearing, along with the white veil trailing behind her. The bottom edges of her halter wedding dress were tinted black now.

Her eyes scanned the few people in the restaurant in his cold morning, it stopped on a particular man that was looking straight back at her. Her mouth opened in shock as she stared back.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you at your wedding?" He didn't know what was more embarrassing. Sitting here damning himself for not making his move sooner or being caught not going to her wedding.

"I should be asking you that. What aren't you at my wedding?" She demanded her eyes glaring at him now, hands on her hips.

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"What did you say?" A well-expected question for the information she just gave out.

Murmurs of hundreds of voices were already spreading through the marble made church. In the background hush of people were heard, all of them standing up and looking at each other. Gossip spreading like wild fire.

Ignoring them she started towards her car leaving the chaos behind. She didn't want to repeat herself. Bulma ran away, how hard could that be to understand? Yes, that was a shocking move Bulma made but it was something twistingly predictable of her to do since that woman is Bulma Briefs.

A grin couldn't help but inch on her face at the thought of what the friend she had known since they wore diapers did. She should have known better to think that Bulma Briefs would settle for a man like that. To think that Bulma Briefs would actually be tamed by a man like that.

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"You ran from your wedding didn't you?"

She wanted to smack that smirk off his face. His voice was just egging her on, making her realize her actions for the first time. She saw that people were slowly getting back into their own conversations and their own food.

"I'm thirsty." Clearly avoiding the question she sat down on the chair across from him at his private table. Her puffy white grown hanging over the edge of the chair. Reaching her arms up to unknot the white veil before grabbing Vegeta's champagne and downing whatever it was.

Jesus! Whatever it was, it was strong. A shudder ran down her body as the liquid traveled down her system.

"My my, the disgrace he must be in right now. Standing in front of hundreds of people all whispering and pointing at him." A deep chuckle could be heard from that great chest of his, making her glare at him.

"Shut up Vegeta."

"What's a matter? Finally realized that "Mr. Pansy" can't satisfy your needs or anyone's for that matter?" His onyx eyes were glowing with mirth.

"Kisho-chan is not pansy." Just because he's her ex-husband-to-be doesn't mean she would let Vegeta talk him down like that. She seriously didn't know what's with Vegeta's grudge against Kisho. It was a dislike formed by Vegeta from the moment Kisho and him met. "And shut up, I don't want to talk about him…or think about it." She leaned forward burying face in her hands.

"BULMA BRIEFS!" The bloody howl made her jump, actually it made everyone jump and once again the restaurant was dead silent as the watch another women dressed in a purple grown rush in to hug her friend.

"Jesus Chichi, you scared me shitless." She sighed hugging her best friend back before the woman pulled back. She got up looking behind Chichi almost expecting everyone from the church waiting outside for her. Relief flooded her when she saw that the doorway was empty.

Chichi pulled back and she watch those chocolate brown eyes move to Vegeta who was sitting disinterestedly at the table.

"Why aren't you at her wedding?" Chichi inquired slightly surprised.

"I was planning on going to go to the reception." He stated letting the humor tint his voice. That was a lie, he wasn't planning on going to the reception. He was more than lying when he kept telling himself the woman meant nothing to him. Especially after that one night….

"I thought you loved him. Do you?" Chichi's question brought even Vegeta's full attention onto her, along with everyone else near by.

"Let's just not talk about this right now." Bulma frowned; she didn't like the way they were discussing it in past tense and present. Hell she didn't like the topic at all. "I need a place to crash."

Again the restaurant fell in eerie silence and this time she knew who was at the doorway behind her. The fact that Vegeta was slowly getting up was more than enough to confirm her suspicions. She didn't turn around, she didn't want to see him. Among the silence, she could hear him heavily breathing as if he had ran all the way here.

"Bul-"

The next thing she knew she was running again, through the kitchen and out the back door with Vegeta's car keys clutched in one hand. Her heart pounded against her ears as the cool air once again hit her skin.

a/n: All reviews are welcomed. Arigatou for reading.