By: Mattel
Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Notes: Well.. this is the 2nd to the last chapter of this fanfiction. Hope you'll like it though, after all.. this was a mini-series. Anyway, don't kill me if I kept torturing Veggie okay? ^___^;;. besides I'll be having my NSAT (National Secondary Achievement Test) tomorrow, so don't tell me if it was boring or what okay? I did this to entertain myself instead of hitting the books for tomorrow's test.
Dedication: Hey Raiya-chan~! here's the 2nd to the last chapter of the series dedicated to you!!
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Gift of Words - Part
Six
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'Only 2 days before the marriage', Bulma thought as she stared at her ceiling while she's unconsciously fidgeting on her bed. She couldn't relax with all the tension and pressure's she's been through by managing and planning their whole marriage ceremony. She wanted this marriage to be the 'Marriage of the Century'. She wanted this to be big. With all the other people there to witness everything.
But it just doesn't seem right. She doesn't *feel* it was a right decision, but she couldn't back out now. She and Yamcha would finally be on their honeymoon by next week, and she couldn't spoil his excitement, rather, *their* excitement.
'If only I *was* excited', she thought as she rolled over her bed face-down.
She was really tired from those weeks she'd spent just planning the whole thing, and a while ago, she's been racking her brian for the visitors she wanted to be there. Ofcourse, she wanted the whole Son family to be there, Puar, Tien, Chaotzu, Lunch, Krillin and even those perverted idiots like Oolong and Master Roshi.
She couldn't also forget to invite the whole group of loyal employees of Capsule Corporation, the would sure be there without doubts. But then she really wanted this certain person to come and celebrate with them.
Vegeta.
They hadn't talk ever since *that* day. The day when she told him that she's engaged, and she still couldn't erase the fact that she saw a disappointed and jealous expression clearly written on his face. Maybe he'd learned to like her?
Bulma started to shake her head, maybe she's really getting crazy, because, why the hell would she think that Vegeta would start to like her? there's nobody on his life he ever liked besides his own ego. But still.. she wanted him to be there, she wanted him to have a little fun, since it was obvious that he doesn't know how to have fun. He's the kind of guy that always think of *straight* work, without interruptions. Direct concentration.
Bulma then resolved that she'll talk to him after dinner.
*IF* he would even strike a conversation with her.
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Dinnertime was inevitable.
After some time, the whole household of CC gathered on a small table and began eating, Vegeta just sat on his usual seat, beside Bulma's and her damned talkative mother.
Vegeta then started to eat, without noise and with his stony glare as cold as ever. He tried not to notice that Bulma keeps on looking at him in a sideway glance. He suddenly felt a cold rage building up inside him, he couldn't stand the fact that *his* Bulma would be someone else's after two days. No make it 1 and a half day. He suddenly placed his scowl and turned to look at the young woman beside him.
"Why the damned hell do you keep on looking at me?!", he bellowed as he heard satisfactorily Bulma had gasped in astonishment and embarrassment.
Bulma squirmed on her seat, an unusual thing, because when he used that tone on her, she usually launch her haughty and 'why-do-you-care' expression, but it was different today, she's actually *squirming* out of being uncomfortable on her spot.
"Well.. I just wanted and am really hoping that you'd be on my wedding..?," she said silently with a twinge of question at the end of it.
Vegeta saw red, how could she invite him to see *her* get bonded to that male?!, why that little baka onna....
He was almost ready to retort something ugly when Bulma's mom put a hand on his shoulder and flashed him that annoying smile he learned to hate, but out of respect to Bulma's elders and their softness being rubbed on him, he just calmed down, he didn't know why, he just glared at the older woman.
Bulma's mom then clasped her hands and made a happy sound, "That's a good idea~!, maybe you should come Vegeta-chan!," she said happily.
Vegeta could just groan in response, now he was stuck. He doesn't have any other choice but to go.
Then he saw Bulma face relax, or was it his imagination? hell..
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After dinner time, Yamcha went to Bulma's house, only wanting to see his future *wife* and just to snuggle together.
Bulma then crept downstairs and jumped off the last step of the stairs just to get to Yamcha, he quickly managed to catch her, he quickly kissed her on her nose. She giggled happily, not knowing that a pair of cruel and jealous eyes were watching them from the dark recesses of their house.
Yamcha then carried Bulma to their couch and lied her down, trailing soft kisses from her neck up to her luscious mouth, he just couldn't resist, Bulma just giggled louder, since she was a bit ticklish and she just couldn't imagine that she'd already felt this sensations earlier last 2 weeks, it was being relived today, but the former one has been the most sensational.
'Huh?', Bulma snapped from her thoughts, she couldn't believe that she was actually comparing how *good* Vegeta was when Yamcha was doing her the same thing. She stiffened, she couldn't believe that she just did that!
Yamcha then felt Bulma stiffen, he then stopped his gentle ministrations on her, and turned to gaze at her blue and clear eyes he just love, he then kissed her eyelids, "What's the matter babe?," he whispered seductively.
Bulma just turned away from his gaze, it was like having a bright spotlight on her she couldn't bear. Her eyes started to water, how could she be so cruel and unfaithful to him?. She really doesn't know.
He was too good for her.
Hearing no answer, Yamcha kissed her again on the mouth putting much more passion in it than any kiss he'd given her in the past, he poured out his feelings to this little kiss which made Bulma feel a lot horrible than before. She suddenly pushed him off her and started to straighten her shirt.
"I'm not feeling too good today... I'm just tired, maybe I should go and sleep now," she muttered as she tipped her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Yamcha just ruffled her hair and hugged her lightly, "Whatever you say babe, I gotta go now then, bye," he said, as he turned towards the door and left.
She then turned towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor when her eyes landed on Vegeta, who's standing at the stairs, looking very angry, he then sputtered to her, "I hope you had a better evening with him," he snapped as he started to flew to his room and banged his door.
Bulma couldn't believe what she saw, 'Vegeta was looking.. jealous?', she thought as she ran upstairs to her room, she then locked herself there for further thinking until the next day.
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The next day was a blur to Bulma, she hadn't even remembered the things she did when she got out of bed, all she remembers was the wedding ceremony that would be happening tomorrow, and she was kinda nervous about it.
"Bulma, honey, it's natural for you to have second thoughts since after all, you'll be spending your whole life with someone.. so you just couldn't help sizing him up," she remembered her mom telling her this for at least the hundredth time. But still, she couldn't erase the fact that....
Number one, she like Yamcha but, Number two, she figured after some time spending on her bed and staring up on her ceiling that she's in-love.. rather, in simpler terms, she's obsessed with the annoying prince and Number three, she's having doubts about marrying Yamcha, which she doesn't understands.
It was already night-time when she gained her consciousness fully and realized that she's probably been walking like a zombie inside their house for a day, since she hadn't talked much that day, she was zoned out.
She even vaguely remembered giving a kiss to Yamcha when he came to visit her or the way his hand came caressing her sides... she faintly remembered those.. but the only thing's she remembered sharper than a knife was the look Vegeta gave him the other night and that morning.
His face couldn't be painted by anyone. It was full of hatred and sadness.... he looks like he could just kill somebody.
Bulma shivered at the thought as she put on her night gown and headed towards her bed. She started walking to her bed when the faint light from the stars enticed her to go outside. She yawned and opened the door towards her balcony. She then leaned on the railing and inhaled some cold night air, which she really loves because it never fails to calm her nerves.
She then looked into the dark sky, which was decorated by little jewels that man called the stars, suddenly, out of nowhere, he life came flashing in front of her eyes like she was watching a film of her childhood.
She saw herself when she first saw Goku at the river while catching some big fish and leading her towards his grandpa's house and immediately seeing the four-star dragon ball.. then meeting the ever-frightened-by-girls, Yamcha and his side kick, Puar and the bad pig, Oolong...
Then the scenes shifted to the first arrival of Radditz taking Gohan.. to Nappa killing Piccolo.. then Vegeta killing Nappa..
She watched them as she realized that she was no longer a baby girl, that she has to leave her childhood dreams forever.. she just hopes that she could make a right decision for both Yamcha and her.
She'd finally taken the realization that she liked Yamcha, but she love Vegeta despite his attitude and that was the reason she love him.. he treated her normally, not like a precious china doll that could easily be broken, but as a woman.
"Even though, a lowly female for him..," she grumbled. She then sighed and walked back to her room, quietly climbing towards her bed making no noise.
After a while, her breathing came normal and shallow, she was finally asleep. Completely unaware that someone was watching her from her balcony, and that someone was muttering wild curses unknown to humanity.
'Damn that woman... how could she be mated with that weakling?!,' Vegeta thought, unaware what she's been thinking about him a while ago, as he flew away from her balcony towards her own room, dropping off to his bed and slipped off from consciousness.
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"God, Bulma, you look so stunning!," Chichi commented as she smoothen Bulma's white with a tinge of blue wedding gown, it sure looks expensive and uncomfortable, which was proven to be a fact because of Bulma's expression when she walked a few feet with her gown on.
"Damn, I couldn't walk properly~!, I think this weighs at least a ton!," she complained while heaving up the ends of her gown to walk much more efficiently. Bulma heard Chichi chuckle despite her obvious discomfort.
"Well.. at least you look beautiful and you don't need to have someone to fetch your dress from angry flames," Chichi reflected as she remembered her father saving her wedding dress and having Goku and her travel the whole world to fetch some kind of fan to stop the volcano from erupting.
Bulma stopped and turned towards Chichi whose eyes started watering from that happy remembrance of their wedding, Bulma walked up to her and hugged her tightly, "Thank you for everything, Chichi," she whispered while she felt Chichi nod slightly.
"It's nothing, now..," Chichi stopped, looking at Bulma within arm's length and then continued, "You've now to meet your future husband, he's been waiting for you...," she said as she began to lead Bulma to the wedding venue.
When they finally arrived to the place, a beautiful big ancient church with baby-blue colored ribbons decorating the whole place, Bulma felt her knees go weak, she clutched unto Chichi for support, who just looked at her worriedly. She shook her head, "Just nervous," Bulma whispered to Chichi.
They continued walking until they reached the door of the church. When she looked around, she saw her friends there, Goku, Tien, Puar, Chaotzu, Lunch, Oolong, Master Roshi... and at the corner was Vegeta, who didn't even bothered to put on a decent and formal suite, he just wore his usual everyday training clothes. But he never looked so handsome than before to Bulma. She winked at him, Vegeta just continued to glare at her.
The wedding march, then started, startling Bulma. She quickly looked at her side and noticed her father beside her, who just smiled at her in return. She quickly took his arms and began the march....
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The wedding ceremonies took long and Bulma suppressed the urge to yawn and tell the priest to get the ceremonies much faster than before, but then, when she thought about her plans for their wedding, she quickly doesn't feel anything near sleepy and bored. She turned to look at Yamcha, who kneels beside her, she took in his grace and good-looks.
'God.. I wish you would forgive me for what I'm going to do... I know it would be better for both of us,' she thought as she averted her eyes from Yamcha's when he caught her looking at him strangely. She felt him squeeze her hands fairly, as if for encouragement, but she couldn't look at him and tell him that everything's okay... it's far from that and she just hopes to all the gods present that may Yamcha forgive her after this day.
At last, the ceremony seemed to be at the last part... the priest then turned to her and recited the words Bulma planned for him to say.
"... and do you, Bulma Briefs, promise to cherish this young man beside you, in sickness and in health, whether you're richer or poorer till death do you part?," the old priest asked.
Bulma then glanced at Yamcha who's been staring at her weirdly, she felt her blood ran cold...
'Well.. this is it,' she thought to herself. She suddenly found her voice and stated in a clear voice.
"No..," Bulma uttered at last.
The audience, guest and Yamcha gaped at her.
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end of part six...
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to be continued....
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Author's Notes: Well..
part seven would be the (finally) last part, I hope you enjoyed this one,
I had fun writing this.. ^^;; anyway, don't hesitate to drop me a line,
although, I don't oblige you to, it's just that it would really make me
feel better.. ^^;;