Howdy, I'm DarkLady225, and this is my first fanfic I've posted on here,
although I've written a few more before. I do not own DBZ, nor do I own
Sting and whoever Aswad is, but I do own a little Vegeta keychain that I
talk to when I go insane. Vegeta, you luvs this story, right? RIGHT?!!!
*shakes keychain without mercy*
Not too emotional or action oriented, just a simple, cute story. Enjoy.
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"It has to be an invisible sun, It gives its heat to everyone. It has to be an invisible sun, That gives us hope when the whole day's done."-Sting and Aswad; 'Invisible Sun'
Fairy Tale Wedding
"Daddy! I'm bored! I wanna go," little Trunks whined, pulling on the pants leg of his father. Vegeta didn't even look down at the three year old boy.
"That makes two of us, kid." Vegeta grimaced as he looked around the Capsule Corp front yard. This wedding was by far the most horrible thing he had experienced. He only wished Freiza or Cell were here for the pain as well, not to mention that blockhead Kakarot. Instead of training that day, the Saiyan prince had to dress up in a stiff black suit, listen to Mrs. Briefs shout at the planners and set-up crew, and worst of all, endure the pre-wedding party. Trunks pulled at Vegeta's tuxedo again, desperate.
"Daddy! I wanna go! My suit is itchy!" Trunks said. Vegeta finally looked at the boy and did feel a bit of uncharacteristic sympathy for the brat. Mrs. Briefs had dressed the kid up like a doll, putting Trunks in a ridiculous baby blue tuxedo, shiny black sandals, and the witch even slicked back his lavender hair with so much gel that it hardened in the sun. Vegeta could have swore there was some makeup on the kid as well.
"You'll survive. Go eat something and keep yourself busy." Trunks face paled and he clamped onto Vegeta's leg in fear.
"No! No! I can't go there!" the terrified boy yelled, pointing at the buffet. It was swamped with Mrs. Briefs' equally evil relatives. Vegeta watched as one of Trunk's young cousins waddled near the buffet, and like vultures the old women descended on the child, pinching the child's cheeks and kissing him. When the cousin was released from the old women's grasp, his cheeks were a painful red and his face covered in lipstick.
"Never mind that. Go bother your mother." Trunks frowned and toddled off to the other side of the yard. Vegeta leaned against the fence, staring at the sun and hoping his brains rot to death. Every once and a while, someone would come up to him, 'Nice to meet you, I'm.' or 'Hey, buddy, I never thought anyone could tame ol' Bulma,' and so on. Vegeta never responded to their words or the playful slaps they gave him, and he never moved from the fence. He watched the afternoon sun float off into the distance, bored.
"At least the woman is happy," he muttered.
Across the yard and surrounded by dozens of people, the woman was definitely not happy. Bulma tried to push her way out of the crowd. Unsuccessfully. Everywhere she turned, there was an Aunt Victoria or Uncle Joe that needed to give her a hug, kiss and pat on the head. Her mother was undoubtedly the worst of them all. Normally as placid as a grazing cow, Mrs. Briefs was now crazed like a hyena. Maybe it was all those drinks.
"My baby girl is getting married! Oh, look at how pretty she is! Come on, Bulma honey, give me a hug," Mrs. Briefs said, appearing next to Bulma suddenly. Mrs. Briefs grabbed the confused bride-to-be and cameras went off everywhere.
"Mommy! I want to go!" Trunks said, appearing at Bulma's feet. Her relatives' eyes got glossy as they saw the cute boy. They started to crowd around him.
"It's little Trunks! Wow, you've gotten so big since I last saw you," they all said in droning robotic voices, pinching fingers and lipstick ready.. Bulma quickly grabbed the boy and put him over her shoulder.
"What was that, Trunks? You need to go? Of course, your diaper! Excuse me, everyone!" Bulma yelled, and the crowd parted for her like a river. She ran into the house and threw Trunks and herself onto the living room couch. The toddler giggled.
"Mommy, I don't wear diapers. They're for babies," Trunks babbled.
"I know, honey, but Mommy needed to get away from the party for a minute."
"Why is there a party? Is it Grandma's birthday?"
"No, Trunks, your daddy and I are getting married tonight and this is the party for the family." Bulma sighed and looked out the window. Her whole day was spent entertaining the guests. 'This is my wedding! Can't get any rest?!' she thought.
"Mommy, why are you getting married?" Trunks asked. Bulma hugged her son, giving and receiving a little bit of comfort.
"Oh, Trunks, its just to show the family that your daddy and I love each other. That's all," she said. The boy did not seem to understand but regardless Bulma's face lit up with happiness that only her innocent son could provide on a day like this. "Mommy's hungry. I'm going to the kitchen. Do you want to come?" Trunks grinned, jumped off the couch, and scrambled towards the kitchen. As Bulma opened the door, she could hear Chi-Chi yelling and screaming at the cooks.
"Do you honestly call this food?! You idiots don't know tofu from sugar cubes! This dinosaur is not cooked right! Come on, my husband wouldn't even eat this stuff! And.Bulma honey! What's up?" Chi-Chi immediately stopped her rant and hugged Bulma. Chi-Chi smiled and gazed at Bulma's wedding gown.
"You are so pretty in that dress! This wedding is going to be so perfect!" Chi-Chi squealed. Bulma looked down at the painfully tight, lacy wedding dress that her mother picked out for her. Bulma was certain that her belly and feet were blue from pressure, and her scalp was burning from the painfully tight bun-hairdo. She enviously gazed at Chi-Chi's simple, yet beautiful pink and lilac purple kimono, and her full head of black hair lounging freely on her shoulders and back. It looked so comfortable...why couldn't the bride be so comfy?
"Look, I've got a question for you, Chi." Bulma's mind burned with embarrassment and an overwhelming sense of curiousity.
"A question? What?" "Chi-Chi, were you happy at your wedding?" Bulma softly asked.
"Why, of course, Bulma. It was the best day of my life," Chi-Chi responded whistfully, joyfully. The tournament, she remembered with a silky smile, then the marriage, oh, how happy she was to be whisked away in Goku's arms. "I felt like a princess, Bulma. Me and Goku have always worked for what we have, but for the moment we were richer than we could ever handle." A delayed silence, and then in the middle of the busy kitchen, Bulma burst into tears.
"Mine is going so horrible! I always used to dream of my wedding. All I got though was a puppet show! I've been dressed up and paraded around like a marionette! And my strings are going to snap, Chi-Chi!" One of the chefs was wise enough to give Trunks a cookie and send him out of the room. Bulma stood there sobbing and wailing for minutes as Chi-Chi tried to calm her down. The bride's finely crafted hairstyle, a bouquet of blue curls and white lace on the top of her head, threatened to fall apart in Bulma's wild throes of anger and sorrow. Eventually Bulma was sitting in a chair, sipping on some sweet herbal tea while Chi-Chi wiped away the mascara- blackened tears with a handkerchief.
"I.I just wanted something different. A wedding that was unlike any other I had ever imagined. Something special.oh Chi-Chi, I guess I should accept what I have."
"Not many things go the way we imagine. If things happened the way I wanted to, Goku would be at home right now with our two beautiful sons. But I'm still happy. Life is not about what is given, it is about what you do with those gifts." Bulma choked down her sobs and hugged her friend, who was in tears herself.
"You're right, Chi-Chi. I'm going to go out there and make this day the best yet!" Bulma stood up proudly and straightened out her dress. A grin was on her face and she was suddenly ready to return to the party, determined to finally have fun.
"Wonderful! I'll go out with you. I have been in this kitchen all day, whipping these cooks into shape. I think they can spend five minutes alone without blowing the house up, right boys?" she called out.
"YES MADAME!" they all responded fearfully, as if to a drill sergeant from hell. Chi-Chi smiled with a hint of charm at the cooks and she led Bulma out of the Capsule Corp house.
"The sun is setting. It's nearly showtime, Bulma. This will be such a beautiful wedding; if only I brought more cameras, then I.Bulma?" The world's strongest woman suddenly found herself alone on the doorstep of Capsule Corp. Where did Bulma go?
Before she had half an idea about what happened, the bride found herself on the domed roof of her house. She squealed and gripped fiercely at the metal as she started to slide off. A deep voice laughed from next to her.
"Vegeta, you stupid little brat! Get me off of here!" she demanded. More laughter.
"You know we're not allowed to see each other till the wedding! Can you not wait for ten measly minutes?!" Bulma screamed again at her groom.
"Fine. I'll fly off then and leave you here. Stranded up here, I doubt you will ever see me again." He floated around and in front of Bulma. Her face was red with anger.
"Stay then. What do you want?" she growled at Vegeta.
"The boy and I are leaving. We endured the whole stupid day and would be more comfortable elsewhere." Bulma laughed for a second, but then she looked into Vegeta's cold black eyes and saw that he was dead serious. She suddenly became frantic again.
"There is no way you are ditching me at our wedding! Only a few more minutes and the day is done for you. Back to training and whatever. But don't abandon me now!"
"Woman, I wouldn't drag you up here unless I wanted to bring you also. My money says that you planted a homing device on me anyway, so the effort would be useless." He turned towards the sun. The orange was deepening into a scarlet red.
"Take me with you?!" Bulma pointed down at the hundreds of guests, the endless decorations and food tables, and the beautiful white pews and altar that were set up.
"Vegeta, this was built for us! We're supposed to be happy," she yelled.
"Who arranged that? You mother!" He yelled back, his cheeks flushing red from trying to hold back the full extent of his fury. "She takes delight in controlling you, Trunks, and myself! This is not what you wanted, and not what I want. So I'm leaving. Come with me if you wish, or you can stay and give that woman even more control over your life." He hovered down and sat near Bulma, his back to her and his face towards the sun. She smiled and reached for his hand.
"Let me get this straight. Ten minutes away from our marriage and you want to sweep Trunks and me away and leave all of my family in a state of mass confusion? That is the craziest idea you ever tried to convince me into." Some princely charm or spell bubbled to the surface of Vegeta's conciousness as he turned to his woman, took her hand, and whispered delightfully:
"No, I believe there was one other idea that was even more wild." Bulma giggled and Vegeta stood up, charm disappeared and his voice serious again. His cheeks burned redder, so he tried to hide then by turning his head away.
"You have five minutes to arrange whatever distraction you can. I need to get some things. Kakarot's woman has a big mouth, so bother her. And be sure to have the boy with you, little miss Puppet Show." With that, Vegeta scooped her up and like lighting she was back in the front yard. 'That sneaky Peeping-Tom of a rat,' grunted Bulma as she started her search for Chi-Chi. The sun was sitting on the horizon and the guests were taking their seats.
Vegeta tore through Bulma's dresser drawers. It was disgusting how much clothing one person could have. He grinned and threw in some garments into the brown leather bag 'borrowed' from Mr. Briefs' luggage collection. He left her room and went for Trunk's room, then his own. Within two minutes, everything was ready and he waited from the lonely domed peak of Capsule Corp.
"You are WHAT?!" Chi-Chi gasped. "No way, Bulma, how can he convince you to skip out on your own-" Bulma quickly covered Chi-Chi's mouth, who squealed fiercely. They were behind some high bushes of the side yard. Almost all of the guests were seated and awaiting the main attraction of the day's events.
"Shush, I don't want anyone to hear this. Yes, us three are leaving. But we can't just up and go. I need you to give them a story to put them off for a while. Please?"
"Bulma honey! I thought you were going to make your special day happy!"
"This day is past 'me' now. This is past my forgotten aunts and uncles. This is past my mother! I am supposed to be celebrating my family today, and that obviously isn't coming true with this planned out wedding."
"Bulma.oh bother. You're serious about this. Fine, but what if your family gets mad at me? They will be furious when they realize you just left and that I lied to them." Bulma pulled off a silvery high-heeled shoe and gave Chi-Chi the emergency capsule hidden within it.
"This is a single person jet; just toss it and fly your butt out of here. Keep it once you get home. And I don't want you to lie. Tell them that Trunks is very sick and we took him to a hospital. Just relay that message to them and you won't be lying."
"But.how are your parents going to get over this? I know my father would have killed me if I left my marriage," Chi-Chi asked, shocked but still concerned.
"If they could get over Vegeta in the first place, they'll get over this. I've got to go. You are the greatest, Chi-Chi." Bulma hugged the reluctant widower again and ran off to find Trunks. 'What a crazy woman,' Chi-Chi thought to herself. 'But if she wanted a special and bizarre wedding day, I suppose a Saiyan husband would be the best candidate.' Chi-Chi waited a minute until she saw Bulma and Trunks both carried up and away by a swift, almost invisibly fast force. She cleared her throat and started screaming.
"It has to be an invisible sun, It gives its heat to everyone. It has to be an invisible sun, That gives us hope when the whole day's done."-Sting and Aswad; 'Invisible Sun'
Fairy Tale Wedding
"Daddy! I'm bored! I wanna go," little Trunks whined, pulling on the pants leg of his father. Vegeta didn't even look down at the three year old boy.
"That makes two of us, kid." Vegeta grimaced as he looked around the Capsule Corp front yard. This wedding was by far the most horrible thing he had experienced. He only wished Freiza or Cell were here for the pain as well, not to mention that blockhead Kakarot. Instead of training that day, the Saiyan prince had to dress up in a stiff black suit, listen to Mrs. Briefs shout at the planners and set-up crew, and worst of all, endure the pre-wedding party. Trunks pulled at Vegeta's tuxedo again, desperate.
"Daddy! I wanna go! My suit is itchy!" Trunks said. Vegeta finally looked at the boy and did feel a bit of uncharacteristic sympathy for the brat. Mrs. Briefs had dressed the kid up like a doll, putting Trunks in a ridiculous baby blue tuxedo, shiny black sandals, and the witch even slicked back his lavender hair with so much gel that it hardened in the sun. Vegeta could have swore there was some makeup on the kid as well.
"You'll survive. Go eat something and keep yourself busy." Trunks face paled and he clamped onto Vegeta's leg in fear.
"No! No! I can't go there!" the terrified boy yelled, pointing at the buffet. It was swamped with Mrs. Briefs' equally evil relatives. Vegeta watched as one of Trunk's young cousins waddled near the buffet, and like vultures the old women descended on the child, pinching the child's cheeks and kissing him. When the cousin was released from the old women's grasp, his cheeks were a painful red and his face covered in lipstick.
"Never mind that. Go bother your mother." Trunks frowned and toddled off to the other side of the yard. Vegeta leaned against the fence, staring at the sun and hoping his brains rot to death. Every once and a while, someone would come up to him, 'Nice to meet you, I'm.' or 'Hey, buddy, I never thought anyone could tame ol' Bulma,' and so on. Vegeta never responded to their words or the playful slaps they gave him, and he never moved from the fence. He watched the afternoon sun float off into the distance, bored.
"At least the woman is happy," he muttered.
Across the yard and surrounded by dozens of people, the woman was definitely not happy. Bulma tried to push her way out of the crowd. Unsuccessfully. Everywhere she turned, there was an Aunt Victoria or Uncle Joe that needed to give her a hug, kiss and pat on the head. Her mother was undoubtedly the worst of them all. Normally as placid as a grazing cow, Mrs. Briefs was now crazed like a hyena. Maybe it was all those drinks.
"My baby girl is getting married! Oh, look at how pretty she is! Come on, Bulma honey, give me a hug," Mrs. Briefs said, appearing next to Bulma suddenly. Mrs. Briefs grabbed the confused bride-to-be and cameras went off everywhere.
"Mommy! I want to go!" Trunks said, appearing at Bulma's feet. Her relatives' eyes got glossy as they saw the cute boy. They started to crowd around him.
"It's little Trunks! Wow, you've gotten so big since I last saw you," they all said in droning robotic voices, pinching fingers and lipstick ready.. Bulma quickly grabbed the boy and put him over her shoulder.
"What was that, Trunks? You need to go? Of course, your diaper! Excuse me, everyone!" Bulma yelled, and the crowd parted for her like a river. She ran into the house and threw Trunks and herself onto the living room couch. The toddler giggled.
"Mommy, I don't wear diapers. They're for babies," Trunks babbled.
"I know, honey, but Mommy needed to get away from the party for a minute."
"Why is there a party? Is it Grandma's birthday?"
"No, Trunks, your daddy and I are getting married tonight and this is the party for the family." Bulma sighed and looked out the window. Her whole day was spent entertaining the guests. 'This is my wedding! Can't get any rest?!' she thought.
"Mommy, why are you getting married?" Trunks asked. Bulma hugged her son, giving and receiving a little bit of comfort.
"Oh, Trunks, its just to show the family that your daddy and I love each other. That's all," she said. The boy did not seem to understand but regardless Bulma's face lit up with happiness that only her innocent son could provide on a day like this. "Mommy's hungry. I'm going to the kitchen. Do you want to come?" Trunks grinned, jumped off the couch, and scrambled towards the kitchen. As Bulma opened the door, she could hear Chi-Chi yelling and screaming at the cooks.
"Do you honestly call this food?! You idiots don't know tofu from sugar cubes! This dinosaur is not cooked right! Come on, my husband wouldn't even eat this stuff! And.Bulma honey! What's up?" Chi-Chi immediately stopped her rant and hugged Bulma. Chi-Chi smiled and gazed at Bulma's wedding gown.
"You are so pretty in that dress! This wedding is going to be so perfect!" Chi-Chi squealed. Bulma looked down at the painfully tight, lacy wedding dress that her mother picked out for her. Bulma was certain that her belly and feet were blue from pressure, and her scalp was burning from the painfully tight bun-hairdo. She enviously gazed at Chi-Chi's simple, yet beautiful pink and lilac purple kimono, and her full head of black hair lounging freely on her shoulders and back. It looked so comfortable...why couldn't the bride be so comfy?
"Look, I've got a question for you, Chi." Bulma's mind burned with embarrassment and an overwhelming sense of curiousity.
"A question? What?" "Chi-Chi, were you happy at your wedding?" Bulma softly asked.
"Why, of course, Bulma. It was the best day of my life," Chi-Chi responded whistfully, joyfully. The tournament, she remembered with a silky smile, then the marriage, oh, how happy she was to be whisked away in Goku's arms. "I felt like a princess, Bulma. Me and Goku have always worked for what we have, but for the moment we were richer than we could ever handle." A delayed silence, and then in the middle of the busy kitchen, Bulma burst into tears.
"Mine is going so horrible! I always used to dream of my wedding. All I got though was a puppet show! I've been dressed up and paraded around like a marionette! And my strings are going to snap, Chi-Chi!" One of the chefs was wise enough to give Trunks a cookie and send him out of the room. Bulma stood there sobbing and wailing for minutes as Chi-Chi tried to calm her down. The bride's finely crafted hairstyle, a bouquet of blue curls and white lace on the top of her head, threatened to fall apart in Bulma's wild throes of anger and sorrow. Eventually Bulma was sitting in a chair, sipping on some sweet herbal tea while Chi-Chi wiped away the mascara- blackened tears with a handkerchief.
"I.I just wanted something different. A wedding that was unlike any other I had ever imagined. Something special.oh Chi-Chi, I guess I should accept what I have."
"Not many things go the way we imagine. If things happened the way I wanted to, Goku would be at home right now with our two beautiful sons. But I'm still happy. Life is not about what is given, it is about what you do with those gifts." Bulma choked down her sobs and hugged her friend, who was in tears herself.
"You're right, Chi-Chi. I'm going to go out there and make this day the best yet!" Bulma stood up proudly and straightened out her dress. A grin was on her face and she was suddenly ready to return to the party, determined to finally have fun.
"Wonderful! I'll go out with you. I have been in this kitchen all day, whipping these cooks into shape. I think they can spend five minutes alone without blowing the house up, right boys?" she called out.
"YES MADAME!" they all responded fearfully, as if to a drill sergeant from hell. Chi-Chi smiled with a hint of charm at the cooks and she led Bulma out of the Capsule Corp house.
"The sun is setting. It's nearly showtime, Bulma. This will be such a beautiful wedding; if only I brought more cameras, then I.Bulma?" The world's strongest woman suddenly found herself alone on the doorstep of Capsule Corp. Where did Bulma go?
Before she had half an idea about what happened, the bride found herself on the domed roof of her house. She squealed and gripped fiercely at the metal as she started to slide off. A deep voice laughed from next to her.
"Vegeta, you stupid little brat! Get me off of here!" she demanded. More laughter.
"You know we're not allowed to see each other till the wedding! Can you not wait for ten measly minutes?!" Bulma screamed again at her groom.
"Fine. I'll fly off then and leave you here. Stranded up here, I doubt you will ever see me again." He floated around and in front of Bulma. Her face was red with anger.
"Stay then. What do you want?" she growled at Vegeta.
"The boy and I are leaving. We endured the whole stupid day and would be more comfortable elsewhere." Bulma laughed for a second, but then she looked into Vegeta's cold black eyes and saw that he was dead serious. She suddenly became frantic again.
"There is no way you are ditching me at our wedding! Only a few more minutes and the day is done for you. Back to training and whatever. But don't abandon me now!"
"Woman, I wouldn't drag you up here unless I wanted to bring you also. My money says that you planted a homing device on me anyway, so the effort would be useless." He turned towards the sun. The orange was deepening into a scarlet red.
"Take me with you?!" Bulma pointed down at the hundreds of guests, the endless decorations and food tables, and the beautiful white pews and altar that were set up.
"Vegeta, this was built for us! We're supposed to be happy," she yelled.
"Who arranged that? You mother!" He yelled back, his cheeks flushing red from trying to hold back the full extent of his fury. "She takes delight in controlling you, Trunks, and myself! This is not what you wanted, and not what I want. So I'm leaving. Come with me if you wish, or you can stay and give that woman even more control over your life." He hovered down and sat near Bulma, his back to her and his face towards the sun. She smiled and reached for his hand.
"Let me get this straight. Ten minutes away from our marriage and you want to sweep Trunks and me away and leave all of my family in a state of mass confusion? That is the craziest idea you ever tried to convince me into." Some princely charm or spell bubbled to the surface of Vegeta's conciousness as he turned to his woman, took her hand, and whispered delightfully:
"No, I believe there was one other idea that was even more wild." Bulma giggled and Vegeta stood up, charm disappeared and his voice serious again. His cheeks burned redder, so he tried to hide then by turning his head away.
"You have five minutes to arrange whatever distraction you can. I need to get some things. Kakarot's woman has a big mouth, so bother her. And be sure to have the boy with you, little miss Puppet Show." With that, Vegeta scooped her up and like lighting she was back in the front yard. 'That sneaky Peeping-Tom of a rat,' grunted Bulma as she started her search for Chi-Chi. The sun was sitting on the horizon and the guests were taking their seats.
Vegeta tore through Bulma's dresser drawers. It was disgusting how much clothing one person could have. He grinned and threw in some garments into the brown leather bag 'borrowed' from Mr. Briefs' luggage collection. He left her room and went for Trunk's room, then his own. Within two minutes, everything was ready and he waited from the lonely domed peak of Capsule Corp.
"You are WHAT?!" Chi-Chi gasped. "No way, Bulma, how can he convince you to skip out on your own-" Bulma quickly covered Chi-Chi's mouth, who squealed fiercely. They were behind some high bushes of the side yard. Almost all of the guests were seated and awaiting the main attraction of the day's events.
"Shush, I don't want anyone to hear this. Yes, us three are leaving. But we can't just up and go. I need you to give them a story to put them off for a while. Please?"
"Bulma honey! I thought you were going to make your special day happy!"
"This day is past 'me' now. This is past my forgotten aunts and uncles. This is past my mother! I am supposed to be celebrating my family today, and that obviously isn't coming true with this planned out wedding."
"Bulma.oh bother. You're serious about this. Fine, but what if your family gets mad at me? They will be furious when they realize you just left and that I lied to them." Bulma pulled off a silvery high-heeled shoe and gave Chi-Chi the emergency capsule hidden within it.
"This is a single person jet; just toss it and fly your butt out of here. Keep it once you get home. And I don't want you to lie. Tell them that Trunks is very sick and we took him to a hospital. Just relay that message to them and you won't be lying."
"But.how are your parents going to get over this? I know my father would have killed me if I left my marriage," Chi-Chi asked, shocked but still concerned.
"If they could get over Vegeta in the first place, they'll get over this. I've got to go. You are the greatest, Chi-Chi." Bulma hugged the reluctant widower again and ran off to find Trunks. 'What a crazy woman,' Chi-Chi thought to herself. 'But if she wanted a special and bizarre wedding day, I suppose a Saiyan husband would be the best candidate.' Chi-Chi waited a minute until she saw Bulma and Trunks both carried up and away by a swift, almost invisibly fast force. She cleared her throat and started screaming.