TWO

Soon it was time for the ceremony to begin.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Bikini asked her one last time.

"Yeah, I promise. Don't worry, I'll be fine," Bulma reassured her, sounding much more confident than she really was.

It was a beautiful ceremony. The groom's name was Boxers Johnson, and he was fairly attractive. To Bulma, at least. He was a tall, thin man, not scrawny, but not muscular, either. He had coal-black eyes, just like Vegeta's, only his showed love, not hate. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a red cumber bun. Bulma noticed that he was also wearing high-top sneakers and a red sweat band just below his black hair, which was sticking out all over the place. Oh, well. Nobody's perfect. And Boxers and Bikini made the perfect couple---Bikini's dress was snow white, very simple, but totally gorgeous. Her veil was attached to a small silver crown, which perfectly accented her glowing smile. They looked so wonderful together, and so in love. Bulma sniffled, and Vegeta looked at her almost sympathetically. Why do I feel like this? he wondered. She's just a girl. It's not like she's anything special---but then why do I feel this way? He wondered throughout the whole ceremony.

At last it was time for the vows. First, the priest asked Boxers: "Do you, Boxers Johnson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife: for richer, for poorer; for sickness and in health; till death do you part?"

"I do," he murmured, never taking his eyes off Bikini.

"And do you, Bikini Briefs, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband: for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; till death do you part?"

" I do," Bikini said softly.

"If anyone knows for any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." The church was silent, save for Bikini's mother, who was crying softly. "Then to what God has brought together, may no man separate. May I present Mr. and Mrs. Boxers and Bikini Johnson." The priest smiled warmly at Boxers. "You may kiss the bride." Everyone (except Vegeta) stood up and clapped and cheered for the happy couple.

The reception was wonderful. Everybody was dancing and having a good time. Bulma started to cry, thinking about how she and Yamcha could've been dancing with the crowd. But he'd dumped her, so now there was no one to dance with.

Bulma's tears were annoying Vegeta. Why won't this woman just shut up already? So that baka left her. Big deal. Must she cry so much? I thought she hated him---so why the hell is she crying? He growled at her, hoping it would make her quiet. It didn't. She kept bawling, and it didn't take Vegeta long for to lose his patience.

"Will you shut up already? Everyone is staring at you." His eyes were narrow, and glinting in the bright light of the reception hall.

"How can you be so hurtful?" Bulma asked him, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. "I was just dumped by the love of my life, and all you care about is your macho pride."

"Correction, woman. You were dumped a weak baka of a human, who never loved you at all." He crossed his arms over his chest at the same time the d.j. announced that it was time for a nice slow song. The song 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion started up. Bulma returned to crying hysterically. "What's wrong with you now, woman?" the angry prince snapped.

"Y-Yamcha and I alw-always danced to th-th-this so-o-o-o-ong!" she managed between sobs.

Vegeta growled. I'm going to regret this. I know I am. He reached his hand out to Bulma. She looked up at him, a look of confusion on her tear stained face. He glared at her. "Do you want to dance or not?"

Bulma was shocked. Vegeta, the mighty warrior, the prince of Saiyans, asking her to dance? Was she dreaming? She looked up at him. No, his hand was still out. It wasn't a dream. "Y-yeah, of course." She took his hand and he helped her up. He led her out onto the dance floor, and looked her straight in the eye. For the first time ever, his face did not show hate or anger. It showed a warm, friendliness. "I don't know how to dance," he muttered, "but I'll try it."

"Here," Bulma murmured. "Put your hands here," she said, as she placed his hands on her hips. "and I put mine here." She wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked at her with a confused glance, but then he sighed. This isn't that bad. It's almost . . .nice, he thought. And Bulma looks so pretty out here under the lights. What am I saying? She's a dumb human! A dumb, gorgeous, sexy, human baka!

They danced to the song, and afterwards, the d.j. had an announcement to make. "This song is going out to Bulma from Bikini," he called out. At that moment, 'Survivor' by Destiny's Child started out of the speakers. Bulma listened to the lyrics, and understood what Bikini was trying to say.

Now that you're outta my life, I'm so much better,

You thought that I'd be weak without you, but I'm stronger,

You thought that I'd be broke without you, but I'm richer,

You thought that I'd be sad without you, I laugh harder,

You thought that I wouldn't grow without you, now I'm wiser,

You thought that I'd be helpless without you, but I'm smarter,

You thought that I'd be stressed without you, but I'm chilling,

You thought I wouldn't sell without you, sold my million,

I'm a survivor,

I'm not gon' give up,

I'm not gon' stop,

I'm gon' work harder,

I'm a survivor,

I'm gonna make it,

I'm a survivor,

Keep on survivin'!

Bikini was glad that Yamcha was gone---and Bulma started to feel better. Her family was there for her, and Yamcha was an ass anyway. Plus, now Vegeta was starting to act more human and less evil-alien-bent-on- destroying-the-world. She felt that he was starting to like her---if that was even possible for Vegeta to do. He'd asked her to dance, and he hadn't made fun of her since they left Yamcha's.

Bulma and Bikini said a tearful good bye when Bikini and Boxers left for their honeymoon. "Don't ever forget, Bulma!" Bikini called to her as the limo drove away. "Yamcha doesn't deserve you! You deserve the best!"

Bulma smiled as Vegeta picked her up. He had been silent since the dance, but Bulma didn't mind. It was nice just listening to the silence.