status ongoing
prompt My Big Fat Hyuuga Wedding, by ohwhatsherface
warnings language, some fluff
pairings Goten/Bra mainly
disclaimer I don't own DBZ
background First of all, Bra is seven years younger than Goten; she was born right after Majin Buu's defeat. Goten's hairstyle is the one he has at the end of DBZ, not the one in GT. Goku never got turned into a child, and he returned to his family after training Uub for a year. GT sort of never happened, but Baby came to Earth at some point, possessed Vegeta and blah blah blah. And, Vegeta has his default hairstyle, because GT butchered him. That is all.

MY BIG FAT SAIYAN WEDDING

I. The Proposal

Goten and Bra weren't your average couple. Bra's cocky and arrogant attitude, combined with Goten's laid-back and easy-going demeanor was a striking combination in its own. While Bra was the one to always want to be in charge, much like the Saiyan princess she was, Goten was content with simply having fun – and food, like his father.

Being the youngest children of the two strongest warriors in the universe, whose families had grown extremely close over the years, it wasn't unnatural that the two children were drawn to each other.

Age difference hadn't been a problem, strangely. To them, at least. Of course, Goten had been reluctant to let himself think about Bra as something more than his best friend's little sister at first, but he eventually found himself giving in to Bra's charms. The girl had sure inherited both her parents' wit.

And thus, after four years of secretly seeing each other – because it would be reckless to make their relationship official when Bra was the daughter of Vegeta, who was known to have a very short temper – Goten had finally made up his mind; he was going to pull out the big guns, gather up his pride, and ask Bra to be his wife.

But still, that didn't mean he wasn't nervous like hell.

They had met in a small coffee shop and sat in the farthest corner of it, away from prying eyes. Even though he knew that no one from either of their families knew of the place, hiding and seeking privacy had become second nature to them both. Although Bra, being the venturous Saiyan princess she was, had risked the secrecy of their relationship one time too many in their years of seeing each other.

Goten was sweating under his collared shirt, as Bra sipped her caramel-flavored cappuccino. She was staring absently out of the window and to the busy streets outside. It was an unnaturally cold March afternoon and snowflakes were descending from the puffy white clouds. However, the chilling weather didn't discourage people from getting out in the streets and carrying out their daily routine.

He watched Bra carefully with his coal black eyes. She had been out of it lately. She was usually distracted and distant, like something was going on in her mind and it was taking all of her attention. He couldn't say he liked it. But, then again, he was pretty preoccupied himself with the upcoming proposal. Still, he couldn't help his curiosity as he wondered what was troubling her.

"What's up with you?" he asked, finally managing to catch Bra's attention.

She looked at him with her big blue eyes, and he could tell that whatever it was that was going on in her mind, it was important. "I have something to tell you," Bra said.

Goten raised his eyebrows in question. "Really? I have something to tell you, too, but you go first," he offered with a smile.

Bra inhaled deeply. "I'm pregnant," she blurted out, more than eager to get out with it.

Goten froze immediately on his spot, with his dark eyes wide as plates. Did she just say… pregnant? As in, having a child growing inside of her belly, which will come out in nine months? The young man gaped like a fish, as he mentally wondered how this had happened. Of course he knew how it had happened, he wasn't a prude, but still. They used protection most of the time, except when they were in so much a hurry to jump each other that they didn't stop to think of what problems the lack of protection could cause. It must have been one of those times when his seed had found its way to her womb and fertilized one of her ovules.

Goten suppressed a groan – he needed an aspirin; all this thinking was making his brain ache.

Bra stared at him in silence. Maybe Goku wasn't the only Son who was completely oblivious to his surroundings and extremely slow on catching up with stuff. She knew for a fact that Goten didn't have the intelligence of a scientist, but he wasn't stupid.

"Your lack of reaction is killing me," Bra stated.

Goten stood his ground, not uttering a word. This was totally not what he'd been waiting to hear. A lot of things had passed his mind – maybe she had gotten in a fight with Trunks, or her mother cut down her allowance, or maybe her father had found out about her relationship with him; he scratched the last thought because, if Vegeta knew of their relationship, Goten would have already been dead – but not this. And, he had to admit, it was the next worse thing that could happen, apart from Vegeta finding out about them.

It was the sound of a soft suppressed sob that brought him out of his thoughts and back in reality. He was surprised to see Bra, of all people, break down in tears at the mere lack of a reaction from him. She was always the proud woman who cocked her hip and stared arrogantly at whoever dared stand up to her, not a fragile little girl who cried when being denied something. Goten guessed it had something to do with the hormones. After all, Videl had been acting funny when she was pregnant with Pan.

"Just…don't run off to space, okay?" Bra whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.

Goten gasped in shock and his voice seemed to finally return. "Run off…to space?" he repeated incredulously. "Why would I do that?"

She shook her head, wiping off a tear that escaped her azure eyes. "It's what my dad did when mom told him she was pregnant with Trunks."

He racked his brain to find a way to say what he had to without insulting her father, but he couldn't come up with anything. Goten sighed, before bringing his chair next to hers and embracing his woman. "Well, I'm not Vegeta. And I'm not ever gonna leave you."

Bra leaned against him and they stayed silent for the next few minutes, both watching outside the shop's window, as the snow continued to fall. Goten was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was going to be a father in a few months, when Bra sighed and pulled slightly away from his arms in order to catch his gaze.

"So, what did you have to tell me?" she asked, trying to change the subject. They would have plenty of time to figure out what exactly they were going to do with the pregnancy. It was a one-way road – Bra couldn't even think of aborting the baby – but there were still some details that needed to be discussed.

At Bra's question, Goten visibly stiffened. After her revelation, he had completely forgotten the reason why he had invited her to the small café in the first place. With a sigh, he realized that he didn't have much of a choice but to pop the question. Bra was pregnant, so it was only logical that they got married next.

"I can't really say I had planned it like this, but I guess this is as good a time as any," Goten said, digging his hand into his jeans' pocket and fishing out a small velvet box. He took a deep breath and calmly asked, "Bra Briefs, will you marry me?"

The look she gave him was incredulous and slightly amused. "Are you serious?"

Goten nodded slowly. "I've never been more serious in my life. I've been thinking about it for some time now. We've already been together since forever and I can't stand this hide-and-seek game we're playing with our families. I think it's time that we made it official."

"You better not be asking me this because I'm pregnant," Bra said warningly.

"Why would I be carrying a ring around when I didn't know you're pregnant?" Goten argued.

She seemed to contemplate it for a moment. "Well, in that case…" she trailed off and flashed him a bright smile, as fresh tears formed in her baby blue eyes. "Yes, I'll marry you, Goten!" Bra exclaimed happily and jumped into his waiting arms, laughing like a maniac.

Goten mimicked her actions and wrapped his arms around her, as a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He pushed Bra back for a second, only to bring her close again and press his lips against hers. She smiled into the kiss and ran her fingers through his jet black hair affectionately.

Eventually, they broke apart and Goten slipped the ring on Bra's left ring finger, who, in turn, extended her hand gaudily to observe it. Goten couldn't help but smile as Bra enthusiastically eyed her engagement ring. He was certain that she owned much more pricy jewelry, but it was the meaning behind this one that made it special.

Throwing an arm casually around her shoulders, Goten asked, "So, Mrs. Son. What do you want to do now?"

Bra looked at him with a look he could never say no to, and which had gotten him into trouble many times before. "Well, your son or daughter is asking for lunch."

At the word 'lunch', Goten was already out of his seat. "Lunch it is, then!" he said, leaving a few bills for the coffee on the table.

Bra's lips twisted upwards in a satisfied smile and she slipped her hand into Goten's larger one as they made their way out of the café and into the snowy streets of West City. The city's robots had done a good job in cleaning the streets and sidewalks off the snow, but it was still rather slippery at some points.

"Oh, and Goten?" Bra started sweetly as they exited the café. "We have to break the news to my parents and your folks as well."

Goten fell face first onto the sidewalk.