6 months later...
The dojo had been a smashing success. But that wasn't the only success. Goten proposed to me that night. The night we went on a date without Trunks. He proposed to me and I accepted.
And now I was being primped and puffed and made even more beautiful. I had never really worn a dress, except at Gohan's wedding.
But this was a whole different experience. And when I asked if I could levitate down the isle instead of walk, Bulma said it was out of the question, even as she dabbed her eyes to clear away some of the tears that slipped out of her eyes.
I wore a simple wedding dress, one that didn't quite touch the ground in front, but the train was long. Very long. When I would walk down the isle, the end of the train would be at the back of the room, a few meters more, actually. It detached in the back, thank Dende.
I was soon ready to depart and walk down the isle. Trunks was Goten's best man, Marron was my bridesmaid. Bra and Pan were our little flower girls.
I peaked through the back and watched my little sister and Pan walk down the isle, strewing blue, aqua, and pale pink rose petals across the red velvet carpet. I saw Goten walk through the opposite door in a march, Pan walking with him.
I turned and saw Trunks appear, ready to lead me down the isle. I smiled up at my little brother. He was 2 inches taller now.
"Ready, Angel?" he asked softly. I nodded my head.
"Could you help me get the veil over my face first, though?" I asked with a small giggle. He nodded and took the thin white material over my head, revealing a glistening golden tiara with a small dragon-shaped aqua jewel in the middle.
"Bulma asked me to give you the bouquet," I heard a deep voice rumble. I turned and saw Vegeta, a crimson blush gracing his cheeks, standing with a bouquet wrapped in green paper and containing aqua and pink corsages.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said gently, "I will forever remember this day."
"And I too, my Angel," he said with a smile, "I too." He turned and walked away. I saw him through the break in the curtains sit next to Bulma, Chi-chi, Gohan, and Goku. Chi-chi and Bulma were crying into each others shoulders. I shook my head. Why must they cry? They did the same when Gohan was marrying Videl so long ago.
"It's time, Angel," Trunks said softly. I heard the wedding march begin and I walked down the isle, scanning over the huge crowd with my eyes. Our students from the dojo were all seated in the back by request. Piccolo and Dende sat up front, purplish blushes gracing both their green faces. Dende's son, a Namek named Base, sat next to them, oblivious.
I saw the Supreme Kai and the revived Kibito also there. Pan and Marron had sat down in the row behind them, with a small bunch of their school friends.
The priest was an elderly man who spoke soothingly to us the different words that were used in a wedding. I didn't pay attention to it, I just stared into Goten's coal black eyes. Until the final vows.
"Do you, Angel Briefs, take Goten Son to be you're lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold until death do you part?" He asked me.
"I do," I answered. I hardly listened as the priest repeated the words to Goten and my groom said, "I do."
Now the hardest part of all. The kiss.
"You may kiss the bride," came the words.
Goten lifted my veil. He looked deep into my crystal eyes. His face got closer. His body as well. I felt myself go lighter than air as his lips pressed to mine. He kissed me passionately and I returned it with a slight moan before we broke apart.
We signed the marriage license together, then headed for the reception hall in the back of the church.
"I would just like to say a few words before the final toast," I said softly as the people I held so close quieted at the sound of my voice.
"Speech!" cried some.
"No," I giggled, "Goten and I have known each other since I was only 8 years old. When I had only recently found someone who cared about me, I was also finding someone I cared about deeply. May the final toast begin!"
"Here is to old friends," Vegeta began.
"And to the new!"
"To having fun."
"To winning battles,"(Guess who?)
"To intellect."
"To serenity."
The great group of people continued the dedication of their own unique line of the toast. Finally, it was my turn.
"Here is to love."
"And to the greatest hopes and dreams a person can imagine," Goten said as he kissed me, "And now, my bride and I will retire." I blushed and a few giggled.
Goten and I had already bought a house long ago, but only I had lived there, while Goten lived with Trunks in the dojo.
"Goten, do you feel that?" I asked suddenly. A very powerful ki was headed straight for the continuing reception at a rapid pace. It was not anyone either of us knew and the only way anyone could go that fast was flying.
"Should we investigate?" I asked softly.
"Don't worry, love," Goten said softly, "Vegeta and my dad can handle it, you know that." I smiled up at him and nodded. We went home.
Little did we know, the fighter that flew toward our party was an old foe who sought revenge of those who had sealed him away for so long...
As we flew home, to our home, our best friends and allies were partying, unsuspecting the huge ki that hovered over their lives at that very moment.
"Hey, Bulma!" Vegeta said with a laugh, "Why don't we all sit down and play spin the bottle?"
"Uh..." Bulma was still getting used to Vegeta's new behavior. She liked it, sure, but it was still a little weird to have him acting like this. Especially in front of her old best friend, Goku. "Okay!" she cried and rounded everyone up into a circle.
Goku's eyes suddenly pricked up as he felt a huge ki land near the house.
"Vegeta," he said softly, "You feel that?"
"Yeah," Vegeta mused, "I wonder who it is?"
"What's wrong?" Chi-chi asked, worried by her husband's strange behavior. Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes went wide in fear.
"It's-it's-" a booming laugh filled their ears and cut off Vegeta's voice. Vegeta turned toward the horror that he remembered so well, even after all the years he had been converted completely.
He turned to find himself face-to-face with Frieza.
"So, the monkeys are all gathered in one place," Frieza cackled, "All except the two. Oh, this is just too much." He laughed again.
"Who's that, Daddy?" little Pan asked.
"Yeah, who's he?" Marron echoed.
"Yeah, who?" Bra asked as well.
"Oh, poor Vegeta," Frieza mocked, "I've watched you all those years after your future brat killed me and sentenced me to years in the HFIL. And I can say I am surely surprised. I didn't expect you to become such a coward."
"I'm no coward, Frieza," Vegeta glowered at his past oppressor, "And neither are my friends and family. You had best go right back where you came from."
"Oh, I think not, Chibi no Ouji," he cackled, "Just as I killed you the first time, I shall destroy you a second. And that lovely daughter and son-in-law of yours will be mine to do with what I wish. I don't care if the child is stronger than you, I am stronger than her." Vegeta blinked at him stupidly.
Then roared with a rage that I felt through our friendship bond.
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