-Sometime between the end of the Cell Saga and the Buu Saga-

"You mean there's more to this ceremony?!" Vegeta was irritated as he stared Bulma down.

"Yes! I already told you that after the reception we have a honeymoon!" Bulma yelled back at her new husband.

It was just like the couple to argue throughout the whole marriage process. They were both the same person, beside the fact that one of them could destroy an entire planet and the other could buy it. They both felt that they were royalty and neither one could ever lose an argument.

Bulma grabbed the saiyan's hand tightly with her own, "All you have to do is relax for two more hours and the reception will be over and we can go on a mini vacation, doesn't that sound nice." Vegeta simply grunted as he pulled her in closer.

"Two more hours and that's it." Vegeta was ready to be done with this whole process.

It was a small wedding, with only close friends and family there. All of the Z Fighters were present. ChiChi, Gohan and Goten also managed to make it. Even though the guest list was small the Brief family did not hold back on the venue. It was a lavish estate located on the outskirts of West City. It was a wedding gift from Bulma's parents, they had it built from the ground up just for this event.

"Time for the Bride and Groom's first dance." A happy Bunny announced over a microphone as she gestured toward the newlyweds.

Vegeta raised a brow as he turned toward his wife. "You never said anything about a dance." He growled.

"It's just one dance, Vegeta." Bulma kissed his cheek. "You can dance, right?"

Vegeta knew how to dance, he watched many Earth movies that involved this wedding dance and it was very similar to a dance that saiyan royalty had to learn themselves when they were young. True they were a warrior race, but the Kings were still Kings and were educated differently from the low class saiyans.

Vegeta pulled Bulma to the center of the room, if he didn't do this now she'd just complain about it later. The music began to play and Vegeta placed his hand around Bulma waist guiding her every move.

Bulma was in absolute shock, even though the whole room was just as surprised as she was, Bulma was paying them no mind. Right at that moment it was just her and her Prince dancing the night away. Bulma smiled at Vegeta, who glanced away.

The minutes felt like hours as Vegeta turned and maneuvered Bulma across the dance floor, until finally the song came to an end. Bulma was still lost in the world that was populated only by the two of them, then the small group of friends began to applaud the couple which snapped Bulma out of her dream.

"Who knew? You can actually dance." Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck.

"Yeah and you can use some lessons." Vegeta rebutted.

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The wedding was finally over and all the guest were gone, Bulma had finished packing for the trip in the morning.

"This is going to be great! Just the two of us on a vacation to Pepper Town! I hear they have this amazing sushi bar!" Bulma moved the last suitcase by the door. "Thanks for the help packing by the way." Bulma said sarcastically as she headed back toward the bed.

She was answered with silence as she crawled under the sheets with her husband. Bulma was lying face to face with the man of her dreams, who knew that she'd actually grow up to marry a prince. This was really every little girls dream, he was no Prince Charming but she wouldn't love him if he was.

Bulma felt a tug at her hips as the Saiyan pulled her body close to his.

"Vegeta…" Bulma was silenced by a warm kiss, she welcomed it adding a little pressure.

Vegeta already knew what she wanted to say, he didn't need to hear it. He'd been with her for years now and he knew her every thought, he could read her because she was an open book for him. Vegeta climbed on top of his wife as he deepened their kiss.

Bulma rubbed his shoulders as small moans escaped her mouth, his tongue was dancing with hers.

"Mom, dad?"

A small yelp escaped Bulma as she looked to her right to see a young Trunks at the threshold of the bedroom door. He was rubbing his eyes and was clearly tired. Bulma rushed the saiyan off of her and pushed her hair back.

"Hey there big boy, what are you doing up?" Bulma said as she rose from the bed to grab her son.

"I can't sleep, there is a monster in my closet. It keeps scratching at my door." Trunk held on to his mother.

Vegeta rose from his bed and grabbed Trunks by the back of his shirt from his mother and proceeded out of the room. Bulma stood still, mostly out of confusion.

Vegeta carried Trunks back to the room and placed him in front of the closet door.

"Open it." Vegeta ordered.

"But dad the monster is in there!" Trunks pointed at the door, his whole body was shaking.

"Listen you are a Prince of a warrior race, there is nothing on this planet that can hurt you. Therefore, you have nothing to be afraid of." Vegeta glared at his son.

If anyone else had said this it would have sounded inspirational, however Vegeta's coarse voice made everything sound like a threat, like he was seconds away from blasting you to another dimension.

Trunks began to blink away the tears that were forming in his eyes, he knew better than to cry in front of his dad. Trunks wasn't quite sure what a Prince was but apparently he was one and so was his father. Trunks took a deep breath as he slid the door open with his eyes closed, it wasn't until he heard a soft 'meow' his body relaxed and he opened his eyes.

Scratch, the Brief's cat, was caught between the clothes and toys stuffed away in Trunks' closet. Trunks freed the cat who then scampered out of the room.

Trunks looked up at his father. Vegeta simply placed his hand on top of the young saiyan's head.

"Go to bed."

Vegeta then left the boy in his room. Trunks rubbed the top of his head, his dad was really strong. Trunks climbed into his bed, he'd have to start training more if he wanted to be as strong as his dad or rather stronger than his dad. Trunks quickly fell asleep, he had training to do in the morning.