Reunion

Quickly, he pulled the tin foil off the bowl and dipped his finger in. As he licked off the cookie dough, he heard Chichi yell, "Goku! I see you doing that one more time and I'm chopping off your finger!"

He turned to face his angry wife, and rubbed the back of his head nervously, grinning. "Aw c'mon, Chichi! I was just making sure it was safe to eat!"

"My left foot, you were! Now go to the backyard and set up the tables. The guests should be coming soon." She shooed him away with a wave of her mixing spoon, before returning to her bowl. Sheesh, that man is worse than the kids, sometimes! But a smile was graced upon her lips.

The three Son men put down paper cups, plates, forks and spoons on the picnic tables they had spread out on the large yard grass. "I can't wait till my sister gets here! I'll be like Trunks, with a little sister to look after!" Goten said excitedly, as he set down the last of the forks.

"Yeah…I don't know what I'm gonna do with a girl," Goku said a bit nervously. "I have such a problem understanding them! I can't even figure out your mother."

"Just tell them they're pretty and buy them things. Everything should work out." Gohan laughed, but was cut short by a sharp nudge to his ribs. He turned to see Videl, staring up at him, arms crossed. "Hey!"

"Hmph. You're such a jerk!" She said, punching him again.

Gohan chuckled and gathered his girlfriend in his arms. "Sorry, Vee." He kissed her cheek, and laughed as Goten grimaced.

"Hey! Stop with the PDA and get your butts in here!" Chichi called out. "I have trays to be carried out by three strong gentlemen!"

"I don't know about gentlemen…" Videl mumbled, causing the brunette to laugh, and Gohan to smack his girlfriend's behind warningly.

"Vegeta, we're gonna be late because you're taking too long!" Bulma yelled up the steps. "Why do you always do this?"

"Shut up, woman! I can't figure out this damn tie!" He growled, glaring into the mirror. The prince tightened the black knot, nearly strangling himself.

In the reflection, there was a man with spiky black hair (stress-created gray strands carefully hidden) dressed in a white dress shirt, black trousers, and matching sports coat. He had been warned against wearing all black, for, as his wife said, "You dress like you're going to a funeral, and you'll be sleeping on the couch for a week. Without sex." So he added the white shirt and gloves. "If I saw me for the first time, would I think I'm going to a funeral?" He asked the mirror.

"Daddy, why are you talkin' to yourself?" Bulla asked, climbing up the stool so that her face joined her father's image.

"Because I'm losing it," he grumbled, before picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. "Let's go before your mother has a conniption."

The princess giggled with glee as her father carried her down the steps, squealing with each bump.

She's getting heavy, Vegeta thought. And getting big…and I'm getting old. "Happy? Here I am, freshly dress." He put down Bulla beside his wife on the landing.

"Oh, don't you look sexy?" She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Rawr. I could just eat you up!"

Vegeta smirked, and reached an arm around her waist. "You have a filthy mind, woman."

"Don't pretend you don't like it."

"I never said I didn't."

"Aw, c'mon! Let's go already!" Trunks yelled, pretending to gag at the sight. "You guys are gross, and I'm starving!"

He won't be saying that when he's older, that's for damn sure. Well, unless he's…let's just hope he isn't. Vegeta shook the thought away. "Hold on a damn second, brat. We're coming." He patted him on the head on the way out the door.

Goku shielded the autumn sun from his eyes. "Hey, I think I see them coming!" He called, pointing a finger towards the oncoming copter.

"About time!" Goten complained, rubbing his stomach. "I'm about to die from hungriness!"

"Ya know, Dad," Gohan said, clasping Goku on the shoulder. "We couldn't ask for a more perfect day for this. I mean, for September, this is a pretty damn good day."

"Sure is, kiddo."

The Briefs Family landed in the massive yard, and came out, the children dashing out excitedly, as if they had been trapped for ages.

Goten immediately tackled Trunks, both laughing happily as they rolled in the grass, throwing brotherly punches and kicks.

Bulma and Vegeta came up to Chichi and Goku. "Kakarott."

"Vegeta." They shared a small smile before shaking each other's hands. "Been awhile…about three weeks, right?"

"Give or take." He looked at the brunette's swelled belly. "So. A girl. Heh. Have fun with that hell." He only chuckled when Bulma elbowed him in the ribs. "I have to deal with two of them, and I can already feel my arteries clogging up with the anxiety."

"Oh, shut up, you jerk!" His wife cut in. "Ignore the big brute. We're both really happy for you!" She hugged Chichi tightly, careful to not squish the baby growing inside her.

"So are we, but I think you-know-who is a little concerned about it," Chichi said, and they both laughed as Goku blushed.

And so they went on, with the celebration and the rest of their lives. The sun eventually set, turning the sky a golden, red hue, casting the beautiful light upon the families in the large yard. Where everything was fixed, and unbroken.

THE END!!

~A/N~ Okay, so maybe I made it a little mushy at the end. Haha. Hope you really enjoyed the story! I feel kinda sad now that it's over! I always do when I finish a story. Sniffle.