By: Mattel
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Notes: *screams for joy* YATTA~! it's *finally* finished.. I finally did it~!!! anyway, I hope you'll like this, because I had so much fun writing this one, you couldn't just imagine how much.
Dedication: Be glad Raiya-chan, I finally finished this mini-series for you~!
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Gift of
Words - Part Seven
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"No, I wouldn't take him," Bulma stated calmly, tears brimming in her eyes as she turned sad and apologetic gaze towards Yamcha's own disbelieving eyes.
Bulma wiped away the unshed tears on her eyes, catching them in time before they fall down, "I'm sorry Yamcha, I just couldn't..," she trailed off, feeling the hurt and betrayal reflected upon Yamcha's clouded eyes.
"Why?.. I love you Bulma..," he said softly, his own tears blurring his visions, blurring Bulma's appearance in front of him, like sort of a bad dream. He just couldn't understand what's happening now... he thought they love each other!
Bulma eyed him warily, sadness and disappointment clearly written on her face, "I do love you Yamcha..," she stated softly, she then turned to look at everyone at the church who just witnessed her refusal to marry Yamcha. She felt ashamed, yet, she felt free. She turned to look at Vegeta who's been standing at a corner, his eyes unchanging, yet, she saw some faint traces of... hope?.
She tore her eyes away from Vegeta and turned to look at Yamcha's pain-filled face, she just hates herself now for putting him into this kind of terrible situation, 'BUT THERE'S NO OTHER WAY~!,' she thought to herself, surely, she wanted for both of them to find true happiness.. but they couldn't if they still remain tied to each other.
Yamcha's eyes bore unto her, making her feel so ashamed of what she did, "If you love me.. then... WHY?!," he almost shouted as he choked back a sob, he was already shaking, from sobs or rage, Bulma couldn't tell.
Bulma sank to her knees and cried softly, convincing herself that she did the right thing, it didn't matter if the whole church was gaping at the whole drama in front of them and the priest was practically gaping over them. She just wanted to let the world know.. she hated hiding.. it hurts her too much.
"I love you Yamcha, I truly do.. but I think... I fell for Vegeta much harder than falling for you," she said, soft sobs escaping her throat. Yamcha just dropped his mouth open, doubting if he ever heard it right.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!," he shouted to Bulma's crouching figure. Then suddenly Bulma gathered back her courage and stood up to her feet, looking at Yamcha straight in the eyes.
"I love Vegeta, that's why," she told him flatly. Then she blinked, acknowledging that she lost the battle. Her remaining dignity was shattered and broken.
'Dende.. he must've hate me now...,' she thought to herself as the whole population of the church tore their gaze away from her and placed them at the overly-pale and shocked face of Vegeta at the corner, his mouth slightly dropped. Mrs. Briefs smiled a little then fainted. Mr. Briefs shook his wife to gain consciousness, but to no avail.
Yamcha turned to look at Vegeta too, who now composed himself and had put on his usual annoying smirk. Yamcha shook his head in disbelief, he then turned back his attention to Bulma.
"How could you love the person who tried to kill all of us?!," he hissed at her, trying his hardest to comply with the present situation. Bulma just stared back at him, hard and cold.
"So what? that's back then and *you* were a bandit back then too!," she pointed out. She couldn't believe Yamcha failed to see her point, she just wanted them both to be happy~!, she knew within herself that Yamcha was never been hers after all this time..
Enraged, Yamcha pulled out their wedding ring and threw it at the priest, "fine!, go off with that prince of yours!," he spat. His eyes darting from Bulma to Vegeta, then back to Bulma.
Bulma bowed her head slightly, feeling kind of drained, "I did this for us to be both happy, Yamcha, I just wanted you to see it that way!," she told him.
Yamcha then sighed defeatedly, he knew he had to gave her up sooner or later, he kind of sensed that in a way starting when Vegeta came to live with *his* Bulma, he hung his head low, refusing to make any more eye contacts, "Well, at least you're happy," he whispered to her at last.
At that Yamcha disappeared, by the use of his inhuman speed, but the z-senshi saw him ran away, leaving Bulma staring at nothingness.
'This was it.. my final happiness goes out the door,' she thought, as she looked back at the awe-struck priest and shooting him a sheepish smile. The priest just sweatdropped,
"What happens now?," the priest asked Bulma calmly, never in his life did he witness such a wedding. It was more of a disaster. Bulma just closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Well, then.. the wedding is off..," she whispered, silently. Her tears spilling over her cheeks and unto the cold marble church floor, but even before she could turn around and step down the altar, she heard footsteps, coming towards her, she tried to look for it under her lashes and found Vegeta walking up to her.
Bulma controlled her gasp as he stopped in front of her and stared deeply at her sea-blue eyes, he reached out and stroked her cheeks wiping away the tears that were slowly dripping from her eyes, he then opened his mouth to say something.
Bulma held her breath.
"This stupid and idiotic wedding is not off, you will continue," he whispered hoarsely.
The whole church was silently waiting for something to happen, each and everyone of the visitors were hanging on their words, they all held their breath to listen. Even Goku and the gang were straining their hearing to hear what Vegeta and Bulma conversing about.
Bulma stared back at those black pools that acted like magnets, "How could I continue?.. Yamcha's not here.. I threw him away.," she sobbed.
Vegeta glared at her, but his eyes soften gradually, he knew deep in his heart that his soul already accepted her to be his mate, even though it was pretty stupid, he accepted her now. But he wouldn't admit it face-front. He really doesn't understand when and where it had happened, because his pride wouldn't let him be, but now, being with this woman is worth the blow to his pride. He know it. She was his, always be his.
"Well.. I'm here you idiot, and I'm not wasting my time just to stand here," he said, then he turned towards the priest, and gave him a snarl, "You better get your ass working and continue with this stupid ceremony,"
The priest's eyes, widened until they could go no further. Goku, Chichi, Krillin, Tien, Lunch and the others just gaped at them. They never knew that Vegeta could change from a bloody killer to a semi-soft guy for Bulma.
Bulma just shot Vegeta a glare but she smiled softly at him, telling him with her eyes, 'thank you'. She nodded towards the priest, urging him to continue.
The priest cleared his throat and started the ceremony from the start, much to Vegeta's irritation.
"Could we just skip all of these and get to the point?!," Vegeta hissed at the priest, who just ignored him, rather, who *tried* to ignore him, but it was pretty obvious that the priest's teeth were chattering from nervousness.
Bulma nudged Vegeta telling him to shut up. He did, but he scowled all the way.
The ceremony droned on and Vegeta fought the urge to sleep, Bulma just listened to the priest attentively. It was then the priest announced, 'you may kiss the bride' when Vegeta's face went up alive and not any more sleepy.
Bulma pushed her veil off her face and just stood there, gazing to her future husband. She somehow felt that even if this is a little strange for them to be an item, it just felt right.
Vegeta just leaned towards her their lips inches apart... closing in..
"Hey, are you really sure about this Vegeta?," Goku spoke up. Standing beside and looking closely at them. They broke apart, even though their lips weren't even touching.
Vegeta turned towards his rival, his ki rising relatively, he wanted to punch Kakarott right on the spot, how dare he interrupt THEM.
"Go away before I blast your ass to hell," he snapped, 'annoyed' was already written on his forehead in big bold red letters. Goku took the hint and returned to his seat.
Bulma smiled sweetly at Goku, letting him know that she wanted this too, she was about to turn towards Vegeta when she felt Vegeta's hand grip her chin and kissed her.. hard.
Moments of sleepless night came wave after wave, letting them reminisce the days they've spent denying their feelings. Pent-up passion came through with that kiss, days of loneliness and longing were slowly being erased from their memory..
They would soon become one.
Vegeta broke the kiss, Bulma just stared at him dizzily, she licked her lips, savoring the kiss he'd just gave her, it was the most passion-filled kiss she'd even experience, it was full of promise... and dedication. She suddenly knew that Vegeta would never be unfaithful to her, neither would she.
The crowds suddenly went wild and started clapping for the newly wed, flashes of cameras went on and on, and undoubtedly, it was coming from the media. It was pretty obvious why, getting the heir of the biggest company of the world marrying someone not known from them is a big news.
Vegeta was already getting much more irritated with the flashes of light that was sort-of blinding him. He couldn't take any more of it. He bent down and scooped Bulma with his arms and blasted off from the Church leaving the journalists and the crowd wondering what Vegeta just did.
Goku's family just stared after them, a knowing grin was plastered across Goku's face. He completely understand what Vegeta feels right now. He wanted to be alone with his mate.
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Vegeta flew in silence, while carrying a stunned Bulma on his arms, he looked down to her and stared at those big blue orbs that were always beautiful under every single circumstances, and today was not an exception.
Bulma just gazed back, wondering what he was thinking, she finally decided to open her mouth but before she could utter a word, Vegeta pressed his lips to hers, making her squeak at first but gradually giving in.
When they finally broke the kiss, Bulma thought it was time to ask Vegeta his true intentions, "Why?," she simply asked.
Vegeta shook his head, "I really don't know," he answered her.
Bulma frowned but decided to push her luck, "Do you love me?," she whispered against his chest, not daring to look up to his face. She just needed to hear it verbally, she just wanted to be sure.
"I'll never leave you," he said.
Frowning even more, she asked again, she was still not satisfied with his answer, "Dammit Vegeta, I'm not asking if you'll leave me, I'm asking if you LOVE me..," she said forcefully.
Vegeta stayed silent, he was carefully sorting out his feelings, as much as he wanted to kill, he wasn't a womanizer, he hated playing with females, in fact, he despise raping.. but still, he haven't figure what this 'love' was all about.. but he knew one thing, and that's for sure.
"I... I don't hate you Bulma," he whispered back.
Bulma sighed happily, the fact that he just called her by her first name was an indication that he did love her to some extent. She was finally happy that somebody loved her for what she really is, not because she was famous or rich. She finally found him. Her prince. Literally.
She snuggled happily and pressed her body to his, yearning for his warmth... dreaming with his touch. But now she knew that it would no longer be a dream. It WAS a dream that came to reality.
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Author's
Notes: Well.. that was it~! I hope that it didn't suck or something..
^^;; anyway, comments are always welcome. Many thanks to Vbabe for encouragement...
really, it did helped for me to get through with my fics.