Bulma and Pu'ar sat at a table in the Capsule Corp. kitchen, the former holding a pen and a pad of paper. They were planning Pu'ar's wedding to Yamcha. The couple had already drawn up a guest list, and now the scientist was checking it over.
The list included fighters from the past several Budokai's, members of Yamcha's old baseball team, some friends of Pu'ar from shapeshifting school, and the usual assortment of planet-cracking warriors and their friends and family.
"Looks pretty good," she said as she finished. "Very thorough. But we need to designate who's with you and who's with Yamcha."
Pu'ar shrugged. "Well, we've been together for so many years that we pretty much have the same friends."
Bulma sucked on her pen. "Good point. We'll come back to that. Hmm...picked anyone for a maid of honor?"
"Well," she said, looking a bit sheepish, "I was wondering if you might want to do it."
"I'm flattered, I really am. Since I'm married, that means I have to be matron of honor..."
"What's the difference?"
"Just the name. Has Yamcha picked a best man yet?"
"He's thinking about it right now..."
***
The former desert bandit was stretched out on a couch in the living room. Other than him, it was empty (a rare occurence).
Who to choose, who to choose...
Goku? Nah, too obvious.
Tenshinhan? He was a nice guy, but somehow he didn't seem suited for the role...
Piccolo? Good idea, but Gohan had done it already.
Kamesen'nin? Knowing him, he'd probably try to reach around the groom and fondle Pu'ar...
And then he got an idea. An awful idea. Yamcha got a wonderful, awful idea!
"I know just what to do!" Yamcha laughed in his throat.
***
Vegeta watched with some interest as his son and his son's best friend beat seven kinds of hell out of each other. Trunks and Goten were fighting in the gravity room. Not just sparring, actually fighting.
It was the result of one of those childhood arguments that burn with the intensity of the sun but are as shortlived as a candle in the middle of a storm. By tomorrow the only remnants of the fight would be the bruises and they'd be friends again. It had happened several times before.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what they were fighting about.
Bulma walked up to him. "What're ya doing?"
"There's nothing good on television, so I'm watching Trunks and Goten fight." Privately, he thought that he'd never actually say that.
His wife looked through the viewport. "What're they fighting about?"
"Damned if I know. How's the wedding planning going?"
She shook her head slightly, almost unable to believe he was actually showing an interest. "Pretty well. Pu'ar picked me to be her matron of honor."
"Did you accept?"
"Of course!"
"Congratulations."
"Thanks. Guess who Yamcha picked as his best man?"
"Let me guess, that baka Kakarot."
"Nope. He picked you!"
For a moment there was silence (save for the sounds of brutal combat from inside the gravity chamber). Then Vegeta turned his head to face her.
"WHAT?"
"He wants you to be his best man at the wedding."
"I knew it. I knew he was insane. Did he say WHY?"
"He says that if it wasn't for you, he and Pu'ar never would have gotten together. I think it's sweet."
"Well, I'm not going to do it--" he began, but the look on her face told him he most certainly would.
"Or I could be mistaken," he finished.
"That's what I thought," Bulma said. "But you'll be happy to know that he's relieved you of the role of organizing a bachelor party. He'll get Kuririn to do that, and I'll make sure everyone necessary is paid. All you'll have to do is hand him the ring and make the first toast."
"That's it?"
"And you get to escort the matron of honor."
"Now that I have no problem with."
The list included fighters from the past several Budokai's, members of Yamcha's old baseball team, some friends of Pu'ar from shapeshifting school, and the usual assortment of planet-cracking warriors and their friends and family.
"Looks pretty good," she said as she finished. "Very thorough. But we need to designate who's with you and who's with Yamcha."
Pu'ar shrugged. "Well, we've been together for so many years that we pretty much have the same friends."
Bulma sucked on her pen. "Good point. We'll come back to that. Hmm...picked anyone for a maid of honor?"
"Well," she said, looking a bit sheepish, "I was wondering if you might want to do it."
"I'm flattered, I really am. Since I'm married, that means I have to be matron of honor..."
"What's the difference?"
"Just the name. Has Yamcha picked a best man yet?"
"He's thinking about it right now..."
***
The former desert bandit was stretched out on a couch in the living room. Other than him, it was empty (a rare occurence).
Who to choose, who to choose...
Goku? Nah, too obvious.
Tenshinhan? He was a nice guy, but somehow he didn't seem suited for the role...
Piccolo? Good idea, but Gohan had done it already.
Kamesen'nin? Knowing him, he'd probably try to reach around the groom and fondle Pu'ar...
And then he got an idea. An awful idea. Yamcha got a wonderful, awful idea!
"I know just what to do!" Yamcha laughed in his throat.
***
Vegeta watched with some interest as his son and his son's best friend beat seven kinds of hell out of each other. Trunks and Goten were fighting in the gravity room. Not just sparring, actually fighting.
It was the result of one of those childhood arguments that burn with the intensity of the sun but are as shortlived as a candle in the middle of a storm. By tomorrow the only remnants of the fight would be the bruises and they'd be friends again. It had happened several times before.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what they were fighting about.
Bulma walked up to him. "What're ya doing?"
"There's nothing good on television, so I'm watching Trunks and Goten fight." Privately, he thought that he'd never actually say that.
His wife looked through the viewport. "What're they fighting about?"
"Damned if I know. How's the wedding planning going?"
She shook her head slightly, almost unable to believe he was actually showing an interest. "Pretty well. Pu'ar picked me to be her matron of honor."
"Did you accept?"
"Of course!"
"Congratulations."
"Thanks. Guess who Yamcha picked as his best man?"
"Let me guess, that baka Kakarot."
"Nope. He picked you!"
For a moment there was silence (save for the sounds of brutal combat from inside the gravity chamber). Then Vegeta turned his head to face her.
"WHAT?"
"He wants you to be his best man at the wedding."
"I knew it. I knew he was insane. Did he say WHY?"
"He says that if it wasn't for you, he and Pu'ar never would have gotten together. I think it's sweet."
"Well, I'm not going to do it--" he began, but the look on her face told him he most certainly would.
"Or I could be mistaken," he finished.
"That's what I thought," Bulma said. "But you'll be happy to know that he's relieved you of the role of organizing a bachelor party. He'll get Kuririn to do that, and I'll make sure everyone necessary is paid. All you'll have to do is hand him the ring and make the first toast."
"That's it?"
"And you get to escort the matron of honor."
"Now that I have no problem with."