I came back the next day half expecting to see wedding plans already underway
but apparently the whole "ring" thing had Vegeta stumped.
"Damn diamond ring!" he growled as he let loose another ki blast at an unlucky
gravity room robot.
"Where the hell am I supposed to find a diamond ring!" he yelled. The air
around him shimmered.
I suppose this was a pretty impossible task for him. After all, he didn't know
where to get one, even if he did manage to find a jewelry store I'll bet you he
didn't know Bulma's ring size, and even then, he still didn't have a single
zenni to his name, heck ,he probably didn't even know what a diamond was!
"AND WHAT THE HELL IS A DIAMOND?!?!?!"
Kami, I'm good. but this didn't help me, in fact, this ring could end up being
a bigger problem that I thought.
"All this stupid trouble over a women!" Vegeta muttered sullenly "screw it
all, who needs this?" Nope, definitely not good.
Well, I knew that at some point in the uninterrupted-by-your's-truly-past he
had managed to get his hand on an engagement ring. Mom still wore it. Always.
Never took it off. Maybe if I just let things be a miracle would happen.
...Then again maybe nothing would happen, I'd disappear, everyone would die and
Mom wouldn't even have me any more. Maybe I could make a miracle.
I went back to my faithful time machine. Back to the hellish pit that is my
life. Back to Mom.
"Trunks!" she called running out to meet me. She looks different. Well thats
to be expected. But she looks older, older than she should. Older than she
will look at this time if my mission is successfully. But my mission needs me.
I must remind myself that what I am doing is ultimately for my friends, for her.
"Mom, I need your ring." I say, I won't meet her eyes.
"My ring?" she repeats looking slightly dazed. Her hand goes to it
protectively. "Why?" I look up at her now, her eyes have started to fill with
tears but she hides any quaver in her voice as she asks again, steadily
"Why do you need my ring, Trunks?"
I can't tell her. She wouldn't let me go back. I guess she accepts that I
won't say because she sighs and begins to slip of her only keepsake of Vegeta.
"Is it very important?" she asks, this time a slight falter found it's way into
her voice. I nod.
"Very important." I emphasize.
"Will I ever get it back?"
This question makes me think. Before I had kinda thought of this plan of
action as forever depriving Mom of her ring but if I give it to Vegeta and he in
turn gives it to past Mom then...damn this is confusing but it seems that either
way...
"Yes Mom, you'll get it back." I smile, and feeling better, make my way to the
past to preform a small miracle.
Well the Get-Vegeta-the-Ring operation went off without a hitch. Well, he
first had to check the ring over to insure it contained no booby traps,
poisonous gasses or tracking devices, but hey, what ever floats his boat.
"Well things seem to be going smoothly." That was the thought that was going
through my mind right before the gravity machine blew up. Someone up there
hates me. I mean, Vegeta wasn't even *in* the frickin thing. Sure it had lived
through one of his more intense work outs but hey, whats with this delayed
reaction crap?
Bulma came running. When she saw Vegeta apparently un hurt and muttering
naughty words in the direction of the smoking contraption her look changed from
one of worry to severe pissed offedness. Peachy. Well the proposal wouldn't be
coming today. Hopefully it would come. I turned to leave...but then a thought
struck me. If this was my last day here, alive, born then I had better not
waste it. There's always time for pictures. I hung around.
"God damn it Vegeta what the hell did you do to the poor thing?!?!" Bulma
screeched pulling out a wrench and various other tools I couldn't identify.
"I wasn't even in the cursed invention, woman!" Vegeta bellowed back.
"Well it doesn't just blow up on it's own!" Bulma retorted as she started
fiddling with the inner mechanics.
"This time it did!"
"Uh-huh" replied the dripping sarcasm.
"Fix it woman!" demanded the all mighty Vegeta.
"I'm not listening" Bulma replied in a sing song voice.
"Woman!"
There was no response as Bulma continued to work on the circuit board. Vegeta
fumed and clenched and unclenched his hands only to find there was something
*in* his hand. A certain clenched ring box. He held it up. The veins receded
back into his massive forehead as he slowly exhaled.
"Woman." he said.
"Dear Lord." I thought "he's gonna do it now?!?!"
"Woman!" he repeated, slightly louder. The only answer was the carefree hum of
a person who is purposefully ignoring someone.
"Bulma."
I wasn't the only one who did a double take at those words. The humming ceased
to be. Bulma turned.
"What" the shock on her face was not betrayed in her voice. She always has
been...always will be good at that. In two strides Vegeta was in front of her.
In two seconds the the ring was on her finger and it took 4 more before Vegeta
managed to summon up the words:
"Bulma, will you marry me?"
She looked to from him, to the ring, then back to him. Then, putting her arms
around his neck and letting him pull her close she whispered
"Yes"
It wasn't a perfect picture. She had oil smudges on her face and on the old
t-shirt she had donned. He wasn't kneeling. There was a piece of machinery
sending off sparks behind them but by golly it was the most beautiful thing I
had ever seen. Then they started kissing. Ewwww. I left. I mean, they are my
parents after all.