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A/N—Last chapter, as promised! Hope you like it!
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"I hate you."
Mirai Trunks grinned, "Oh come on father, you know you don't mean that."
Vegeta glared at his son, while Gohan who stood watching in the background, tried, rather unsucessfully, to stifle his laughter.
At Vegeta's menacing growl, Gohan gave up, and with a little chuckle went to check up on his daughter.
It'd been three weeks since that first, insane, disaster-filled day when Mirai Trunks and Pan, along with their children, had returned to the current timeline.
Chi-Chi was in heaven, with not only two new great-grandchildren, but a new grandchild, Mirai Pan, as well.
It hadn't taken them long. Bulma, along with Chi-Chi and even Videl, had thrown themselves headlong into the wedding plans. Unbeknownst to anyone, Bulma had ulterior motives.
Oh, of course she was all too happy to help her future son and Goku's future granddaughter get together. But aside from that, Bulma considered Mirai Pan's choice of punishment quite—fitting. Vegeta had blown a hole in her house and he had to be punished. Which was, of course, why Vegeta hated Mirai Trunks. Vegeta was getting married too.
After almost forty years of avoiding the subject, claiming they were already married by Saiyan custom, and threatening to leave if the topic was brought up, Bulma had finally caught on. There was no way Vegeta was leaving, and this wedding had provided the perfect opportunity. She had turned his threats against him, and the poor Prince had bowed to the inevitable.
M. Trunks pulled nervously at his bow-tie. Vegeta had wanted them both to wear Saiyan armor, but the women had insisted they wanted a HUMAN wedding. Even when Vegeta had, somewhat maliciously, blurted out M. Pan's Saiyan heritage, the woman had barely blinked any eye, standing firm with Bulma in her insistence. Of course M. Trunks had certainly heard more than a few things about his 'keeping secrets' from her later, but outside the bedroom filled with whizzing objects and broken glass, no one was the wiser.
The only concession that the girls had allowed the two was the royal crest of Vegeta-sei which had been embroidered in a flowing pattern of blue and gold on the hem and cuffs of the jacket.
M. Trunks peeked out the back door, seeing that everything was almost in place. The wedding was being held in the famed and incredibly beautiful rose-gardens of West City. They had been cordoned off and Bulma had hired a security force to keep out reporters and other curiosity seekers. Seeing that the president of Capsule Corporation now possessed a twin would be, well, a bit disturbing. Best that they break the news gently—at some other time.
There was a line of white fold-out chairs, occupied with varying degrees of comfort by the Z-senshi. In the front row, sat Bra, next to Goten. The two were up to mischief, intent on teasing Marron and Ubuu, who had come to the wedding together, but were trying to pretend otherwise.
A few seats down, sat Krillin, who was watching the teasing with good-spirited glee, and 18 who lounged gracefully in a mid-length blue dress, looking not a day older than when the Z-senshi had first met her.
That had kind of surprised the Mirai's—18 was one of the good guys, and she and Krillin had a daughter! Then again, they hadn't protested too much—if the Z-senshi trusted her, she was obviously reformed—and they knew what it was like to be persecuted, after all. No, they wouldn't cause any problems.
Mirai Trunks jumped a bit as Gohan slapped him heartily on the back. "Time for you to get out there. You too Vegeta," he added, shooting a mischeivous grin at the sulking prince.
Vegeta just uttered a little snarl, and stormed past the grinning Gohan to take his place at the altar, M. Trunks not far behind.
Vegeta stood on at the left hand side of the aisle, and M. Trunks stood on the right, awaiting the beginning of the ceremony.
M. Trunks grinned nervously, and Vegeta's scowl deepened as a silence came over the crowd and the quartet that was situated beside the gazebo where the event was taking place, began to play.
The crowd was filled with rustling murmurs and not a few faces grinned a bit at the irony as Trunks stepped out, playing best man to his Mirai self. Solemnly, he escorted the maid of honor, a perfect replica of the bride, down the aisle much to the amused delight of Goten and Bra.
As Trunks and Pan separated, Pan departing to one side to await Mirai Pan, and Trunks breaking off to join Mirai Trunks on the other, Pan shot her uncle and friend a fearsome glare. It didn't phase them in the least and their sly glances continued until cut off by a growl from Vegeta.
Vegeta hadn't wanted a best man. Hell, he hadn't even wanted to get married, but as with everything else, Bulma had insisted. Glaring down the stretch of red carpet that had been laid out, Vegeta admitted privately that the person who walked towards him was the one he would have chosen for himself had he not made Bulma do it.
Goku grinned widely as he broke off from Chi-Chi, going to stand next to Vegeta, as his wife stood across from him, awaiting Bulma. "Don't be so nervous Vegeta," Goku poked playfully, "it's not like she's going to say no!"
This time Vegeta's glare did him no good. Goku was irrepressible.
A collective 'aww' resounded through the crowd as Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta appeared. Dressed in little tuxedos, Vegeta had insisted on putting the royal crest of Vegeta-sei on their outfits as well, claiming that it was obvious that they took after him, and not the 'third class baka.'
Goku had just smiled and said nothing. He knew it was Vegeta's way of approving of his grandchildren.
As the chibi's walked nervously towards the altar, Chibi Goku with the rings for his parents, and Chibi Vegeta with the rings for his grandparents, the two prospective husbands-to-be's eyes were glued to the door as the bridal march began to play. Neither of the women had minded the absence of a flower girl, claiming that the living beauty of the hundreds of roses in bloom around them more than made up for not having the lifeless petals strewn at their feet.
Mirai Trunks gulped in anticipation, and Vegeta found himself wishing that there were a flower girl. No flower girl meant that his time was up.
Bulma came down the aisle first, escorted by Master Roshi. Her own father had died several years ago, followed by Mrs. Briefs a few months later, leaving the company in her hands. The old pervert who walked beside her had been something of an uncle to Bulma since childhood—well, not exactly an uncle, he was more like a leering old friend who was constantly wanting to grope her—but Bulma knew that she could trust him. When it came down to it, Master Roshi was always there in whatever way he could be.
Bulma pulled up next to Vegeta who was busy glaring at Roshi, as if daring the old man to lay a hand on his mate. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she gazed at the man she had long considered her husband, in function, if not fact. Vegeta had such odd ways of showing he cared.
The jubilant strains of the bridal march faded away, only to start up once again as Mirai Pan appeared in the doorway. Even through her concealing veil, M. Trunks could see the happy gleam of her dark eyes. This is what she had always wanted, and no matter how much he protested, he was happy that he could give it to her at last.
Her hand resting lightly on Gohan's arm, Mirai Pan allowed herself to be escorted down the aisle by her new-found father. Coming to a rest beside Mirai Trunks she smiled slightly at Chi-Chi's happy sniffles, and Videl's excited hooting in the background.
The ceremony passed in a blur, as the days of anticipation seemed to wash the words clean of their meaning. At the appropriate moment, Mirai Pan announced, "I do," in a clear, strong voice, that could be heard by all assembled, causing her mother to smile, and her mate to blush.
M. Trunks' confirmation, though quieter, was no less vehement, flooding Bra's eyes as she clapped her hands and wrapped her arms excitedly around Goten's neck, "That's SOO SWEET!" the girl exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, Goten, let's get married!"
Goten's eyes filled with dread. He was scared. He was very, very scared. Fortuantely for the poor boy's health, Vegeta was otherwise occupied, and had missed the scene.
As Vegeta's question was presented by the minister, he crossed his arms, and scowled at the ground, muttering "Fine," just loud enough to be heard.
"And Bulma Briefs, to you take this man, Vegeta, as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"
Bulma smirked, and paused for a moment, until Vegeta finally looked up from his scowl to see her staring at him. Looking into his eyes she smiled, "And after."
A small, genuine smile escaped Vegeta's lips before he scowled once again as he saw Goku grinning hugely at him.
The rings were exchanged with only a few problems, as Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Goku had somehow managed to swap pillows, resulting in rings that were the wrong sizes for all involved. Instead of taking this as a bad omen, the women laughed and swapped rings, and father and son exchanged their bands without comment.
The minister smiled. "You may now, kiss the bride."
Mirai Trunks and Mirai Pan kissed lightly, somewhat shy in front of the prying eyes of their new friends, while Vegeta, forced into a public display of affection, decided to go all the way, bending Bulma over into a deep passionate embrace that left the crowd hooting, and the chibi's gagging.
Mirai Trunks watched his parents kiss with amusement, and no small portion of embarassment. A little more than three weeks ago, before they had come to this time he'd never have dreamt it could be.
A nudge in the ribs from his new wife jolted him from his thoughts.
Mirai Trunks grinned as he followed her gesture to see Trunks and Pan and Bra and Goten, hunched together, back to back. The hapless demi-saiyans were surrounded by Chi-Chi and Videl. He wasn't exactly sure how it was that two people had managed to surround four, but however it had been accomplished, it was fact.
Spying the hyper glee that decorated the two older women's faces, Mirai Trunks couldn't help but smirk. It appeared that he wasn't alone. From Chi-Chi and Videl's joyous smiles, and the looks, which ranged from speculative to terrified, which adorned the visages of the younger people, Mirai Trunks had an inkling.
This might have been the first wedding, but it certainly wasn't going to be the last.
***Aww…..can anyone say kawaii? Hehe. Well, I'm posting this at 8:12 pm PST so don't say that I'm late! I have fulfilled my promise! ::puffs up proudly:: As a test (since I don't want to BUY the frigging advanced statistics) would you all do me a favor and review this time? It's the last chapter, and I would REALLY like to know how many people read this story. It will help me decide whether to do a sequel or not! Just this one time—come on! Do it for the sake of science! R&R please!***