For the Love of Kami; Be Specific
Just Bulma's thoughts on life with her husband, and the odd way they got married.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, the mighty Akira Toriyama made them all.
If there is one thing I have learned from life its this. Be specific. Want a baby girl? Be specific or your little bundle of joy will have an extra appendage. Want green hair? Be specific, or you might end up with puke green instead of pine green. Be as specific as possible or the world will toss a few surprises your way. This was my mistake.
I wanted the perfect boyfriend. A prince charming to sweep me off my feet. Thats why I headed out on those insane adventures with Son Goku, and where I met Yamacha. After that, the wish kind of faded away. That was until HE arrived. Coming back to bite me on the ass, the fates decided to give me a prince. Not any old prince, but the stuck up psychotic masochistic high and mighty pain in the ass prince of all saiyans. See what I mean about being specific?
After that, everything changed. Vegeta gave me a son, and a daughter, as well something else. Fun. I have never had as much fun fighting anyone like I have fighting that son of a bitch. He makes my life a living hell everyday, but for some reason, I keep getting up to fight him every step of the way till bed. What Can I say, I'm a bit of a weirdo. Anyway, enough rambling. This story is about how he asked my to marry him. Well not ask. That asshole never ASKS for anything. He demands and we ignore him unless we want to do it. And by we, I mean me.
So enough about that, lets get on with it.