'Together Forever, Never to Part'

AN: Well yeah it's a Rick Astley reference, does it still count as a Rickroll? Is that still a 'thing' these days? Inquiring minds want to know.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I never have, I never will, stop rubbing it in! –gross sobbing-


"Aw, how cuuute!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and did a quick scan of the vicinity for the usual suspects: a puppy, a drooling newborn brat, a particularly gaudy pair of shoes…he saw none of these.

Pausing beside the blue-haired woman holding his arm, Vegeta followed her gaze to a bench, upon which sat two shriveled skin-bags. His nose wrinkled reflexively.

"What is 'cute' about a pair of wheezing reminders of mortality? They look to have both feet and an elbow already in the grave."

Bulma gasped and slapped at his bicep. "My god, Vegeta! That's…well, a little funny. But seriously, you're horrible." She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed dreamily, digging her nails into his skin warningly when Vegeta moved to pull away from her embarrassingly affectionate public display. "Don't you think it's sweet? Growing old together…that's the kind of love I want." She looked at Vegeta expectantly, batting her lashes.

Vegeta scoffed. "Saiyans remain youthful for the majority of their natural lives. Any that lived over-long dwindled into a pathetic, deteriorated state, often resulting in mercy kill—"

"Ugh, stop! Jeez," Bulma grumped, eyes narrowed. "Just shut up and say you'll stay with me forever. Even when I'm a granny. A sexy granny," she amended.

"Woman, you are going to make me vomit with your repulsive sentimentality. Perhaps the sight will shock those elder weaklings into cardiac arrest," he sniggered, a nasty smile on his face.

"Vegeta!"

He sighed and started walking once more. "Oh, stop shrieking. Had I intended to leave this ridiculous planet, I would have done so long ago."

Bulma blinked, and her stormy expression cleared to reveal a radiant grin that set her pretty face aglow. "Oh man. You love me so hard. Knew it."

"Don't flatter yourself!"

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much…"

"What!"

The bickering pair headed off, still arm in arm. On the bench, the elderly couple watched them go.

The little old woman patted her husband's gnarled hand, eyes crinkled at the edges with amusement. "Ah, aren't they cute?"

Her husband simply cupped his ear and said "What?"


AN: Well, you know, it's in the Female Handbook that you fuss over old couples at least once. AT LEAST ONE TIME IN YOUR LIFE, YOU CYNICS.

I bet guys do it too. In my mind it goes something like "dude bro look at those old married peeps, so cute," and his buddy's like "omg dude I know," and then they spontaneously brofist.

Later!