Okay! Here's the next chapter, earlier than what I would usually have it
out, and all because of (guess who?) Kendra. Yay! All right, for everyone
waiting anxiously for the senshi to show up, I'll repeat this again. It
won't happen for a while yet. It's like in chap….I dunno, 20? Anyway, a lot
of stuff has to happen first. Also, I know Veggie explained the whole Bulma
breaking up with him thing to Trunks, but our poor lavender haired wonder
wasn't listening very well, which is why Bulma is going to have to explain
it…this chapter. Something else you've been waiting for is also here, if
you can't tell by the chap name. Anyway, on with the fic!
When Usagi woke up the next morning she was surprised to find that she wasn't in Vegeta's arms. That was unusual. Yawning, she reached for him, only to find him not there.
And that was very unusual.
Vegeta was the type who always got up early, and he always, always woke her before he so much as sat up.
So where was he?
She looked around, but sure enough, she was alone in the room. Well...maybe he just wasn't able to get her up this time. She had been awfully sleepy. That had to be it.
Smiling to herself, she got up and went to take her shower.
When she got out, dressed and hair dry, she found Vegeta going through the drawers and closet. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, and no shirt.
"Mm. You look good in jeans, Vegeta." She greeted appreciatively.
He spun to face her, then smirked very slowly.
"I know. I am the Prince of all Saiyans. Of course I would look good in anything."
Usagi snorted and put her arms around his neck.
"That's my shirt." Vegeta said suddenly, looking down at her. She was wearing his pink Badman shirt. "I was looking for that. Give it to me."
A mischievous glint caught in her eye. "You're welcome to take it from me..."
Vegeta's smirk grew as he pulled her to him, hands on her waist, and covered her lips with his own. After too short of time though, he pulled away. Usagi didn't catch the regret in his expression as he turned away and pulled on a random shirt from the closet. "I have somewhere to be." He muttered, leaving.
Usagi slowly sank to her knees, staring at the door.
What had happened?
Sure, they'd had a fight yesterday, but Vegeta had actually been the one to apologize first. Could he still be mad at her? Over a bathing suit? Last night hadn't been any less wonderful than usual. In fact, she had thought that Vegeta had been even more loving and passionate than usual, if such a thing were even possible with someone like her mate. Vegeta had always made it very clear how much he loved her when they were together.
Slowly a deep sadness began to fill Usagi.
Had it all been a lie? If it wasn't, then did he regret making Usagi his mate? How could this have happened? when had she become so unbearable that those she loved didn't return the sentiments?
Common sense tried to tell her that she was jumping to conclusions, that she had vowed long ago not to let anyone make her feel worthless again. There had to be some reason.
Vegeta loves me. She reminded herself. Her heart refused to doubt him.
But her head held all the facts. He'd never told her that he loved her. He'd said, one time, that their being together meant that he did but still...he'd never...said it.
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"Go out there and see what's wrong, Trunks." Bulma requested, staring out the kitchen door through the rain where Usagi sat, drenched, under a tree.
Mirai Trunks hesitated, then grabbed an umbrella.
Despite his hatred for her, he still felt sorry for her. She'd come down stairs upset about something and had now been sitting out in the rain for half an hour.
"Usagi?" He asked as soon as he was close enough to her.
She didn't look up, just continued to stare at her hands. "You don't have to be here." She told him in a heartbroken voice he'd never heard before. "I know you don't like me, Trunks, so why don't you just go back inside."
"Usagi..."
"You know you have no right."
"No..." Trunk's eyes hardened. "No right? How dare you say that? After everything I've been through. When you've probably had everything you wanted handed to you on a silver platter."
"A platter, huh?" She asked in bitter amusement, meeting his eyes. "I was born a princess. Did you know that?" She nodded, mostly to herself. "So, in a sense, I didn't have a normal childhood, I had to concentrate on being proper so I could one day be the great queen my mother was.
"When I was seventeen my mother engaged me to a prince from earth, Endymion. Before we could be married, however, my kingdom's greatest enemy attacked and everyone was killed except my mother, who died sending everyone to be reborn.
"So again, 1,000 years in the future, I was born. This time as Usagi Tsukino. For fourteen years I was normal. Then, I was forced to fight against the enemy that had destroyed my home...my friends...they never thought I could do it. I was always the one to destroy the enemy, but when the battle was over I was once again baka, ondango atama screw up no one could depend on.
"so anyway, when I was captured by our enemies it really wasn't a surprise when they didn't come to rescue me. Not even after five years. Five years of torture. A silver platter? Is that what you'd call it, Trunks?"
"Please, come in." He insisted.
Slowly she stood, "No, thanks." She responded, turning to go.
Mirai Trunk's hand reached out and caught her wrist. "I don't know why you're acting like this today." He seethed. "but my mother is in there, worried sick because she doesn't know if it's possible for a lunarian to get pneumonia. I...Chibi Trunks is standing with his nose in a corner because he yelled at mom for not letting him come out to get you. And kami knows dad will hold me responsible if I let his mate sit out in the rain and get sick. Yeah, I don't like you, Usagi, but that doesn't matter because everyone else does. So you're going to come inside with me, you're going to go upstairs and get changed, then you're going to play a board game with Chibi Trunks who, by the way, adores you."
Usagi let out a small laugh.
"I will bodily remove you if I have to." He threatened coldly.
Usagi slowly smiled and stepped under the umbrella, laying a hand on his arm. "Fine." She sighed then, grinned up at the saiyan hybrid. "Do you have any idea how much like Vegeta you are?" she asked, a trace of warmth coming into her voice again.
Trunks was stunned. "I...I am?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. Perhaps if his life had been less...tramatic. I know yours was bad, Trunks, but I can't help thinking his was worse."
Mirai Trunks nodded, remembering how feminine and weird and evil Frieza had been. He'd only known him for the few moments before he had permanently killed him, yet he understood.
"Anyway, if things hadn't been so hard, and if he hadn't been raised to believe he was...above everyone else, then I think he would have been more lik you."
For the first time, Trunks couldn't stop himself from smiling at her. "Chibi Trunks seems to be the way he is now." He observed.
She shook her head. "Vegeta's not that playful." Not usually anyway She silently corrected herself. Sometimes, very rarely, a spark would come to her mate's eye and for a very brief moment there would be something happy and childlike about him. And more often than anyone could have guessed he would do something mischievous, play some little trick.
Mirai Trunks opened the front door and watched while Usagi went inside and then up the stairs to her room. Trunks went and sat with his mother on the couch even though she was working on an invention, which meant she wouldn't be much for conversation.
After a while Usagi came back wearing a comfortable sweat suit and fuzzy slippers. She'd dried her hair, but left it down, cascading around her.
She went to the corner, where Chibi Trunks was grumbling and cursing to himself and spoke to him for a moment in saiyago, a hand on his head. He grumbled something back.
Usagi looked up at Bulma. "Can he get out now?"
"Sure, sure." Bulma muttered absently.
Usagi and Chibi Trunks sat on the floor in front of Bulma and Mirai Trunks, the coffee table between them. After a few moments Bulma looked up, startled to find herself surrounded by them.
"Why don't you work on that later?" Usagi suggested. "Mirai Trunks had a very good idea. We should all play a game."
"A game?" Chibi Trunks looked disgusted. "How babyish. I can't believe this dork is supposed to be me." He began to stand.
Usagi took his arm and she sat him back down. "I think it would be fun." She cast a smile on the startled Mirai Trunks, then at Bulma. "Do you have any games around here?"
The blue haired woman nodded. "A couple-from when I was younger. Before I went looking for the dragon balls." She stood. "I'll go get them."
Chibi Trunks and Mirai Trunks, who had never played board games before, had to be taught the rules fortunately for Usagi the games were close enough to ones she had played back in her old dimension that she wasn't completely lost.
Mrs. Briefs brought them sandwiches and hot chocolate and before long they were laughing and even Chibi Trunks had admitted to having fun. Somehow, during one game, Mirai Trunks ended up being on Usagi's team. Forgetting his distrust of her he laughingly traded places with Chibi Trunks and sat beside her. Throughout the entire game she would whisper ridiculous jokes and comments to him behind her hand which had him laughing harder than he'd thought possible.
They all grew silent, however, when they heard the front door close with a slam and Vegeta stalked in, a pleased smirk on his face. His eyes locked on their little group, particularly on Usagi.
He squatted down beside her and observed the little table, cluttered with their game, and snorted.
"What a foolish waste of time." He growled, deliberately reaching out and knocking all of their playing pieces to the floor.
"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled angrily.
Ignoring her, Vegeta grabbed Usagi's wrist and drew her up with him as he stood. Her eyes were downcast, but she wordlessly followed him up the stairs.
"You changed clothes." Vegeta accused with amusement, once they were in their room.
"I...went out into the rain."
Vegeta nodded, although he didn't really care about what happened to her clothes. He pulled her close to him and couldn't help but to kiss her. On weekends the two usually didn't spend as much time apart as they had today.
Usagi didn't respond and, after a few moments, pulled slihgtly away. She looked sad.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta growled. If that brat Mirai Trunks had done something to upset her...
"We need to talk." She said quietly. "About...about this morning. When you left." She paused, reluctant to go on. She had no idea how hard it had been for the saiyan prince to leave her. "Do you regret that I'm your mate?" She blurted.
Vegeta began to chuckle. She'd had him worried there for a moment. "No. Do you need to know where I went?"
She nodded, slowly.
Vegeta took her right hand, where he'd slipped the ring while they were kissing, and showed her, still laughing as a shocked look came onto her face.
"Vegeta," She breathed. "do you know what this is?"
"Baka. Of course I do." He responded arrogantly.
"And...you...want this?"
"Feh, as far as I'm concerned we're already married. This is just so you can feel that we are. I wouldn't expect anyone other than a saiyan to understand the complexities of the tradition of mating. You-"
She cut off his egotistical little speech by throwing her arms around him and kissing him with as much love as she could. Then she laid her head on his chest and his arms tightened possessively around her as they just held each other.
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"Errrg! Can you believe that man?" Bulma fumed, angrily picking up the game pieces and slamming them onto the table as Mirai Trunks carefully sorted them out. Chibi Trunks had mysteriously disappeared when his mother had grumbled something about having to clean up the mess. "I tell you, Trunks, I am glad I ended it with that man!"
"You...ended it?"
"He's insufferable! I don't know how Usagi puts up with him! He's been living here for years and still he behaves as if we're all his servants. Well I am getting sick of it."
"Mother, you were the one to call it all off?"
Bulma stopped in her ranting. "Call what off?"
"The ah...relationship?"
"Of course I was! You think Vegeta would? I'll tell you something, that man expects whoever he's with to love him, even though he can't return that. He made me miserable!"
"He did? When...did it happen?"
"Well...you were about two when I told Vegeta he could sleep in a quest bedroom so...about six years."
Mirai Trunks stared down at his hands. Six years? The androids had killed Vegeta when Trunks was one year-old which meant that Bulma had never gotten the chance to break up with him.
"And how soon...after...did dad and Usagi get together?"
"How soon? Trunks, they've only been together for a little while. Less than half a year." A surprised look came across her face. "Did you think that Usagi stole Vegeta from me?"
He nodded slowly, bewildered.
She began to laugh confidently. "Trunks, there isn't a woman alive who could steal a man from me." She assured him.
He smiled weakly, but all he could think of was what a sweet person Usagi was, how many kind things she'd done for him, and how hurt she must be by the way he had acted toward her.
Suddenly Chibi Trunks rushed into the room. "Grandma says that dinners ready." He said loudly.
It didn't take long after that and soon the table was full with Capsule Corps Occupants, eagerly awaiting food.
Chibi Trunks reached for the basket of rolls at the completely opposite end of the table, almost knocking over Yamcha's glass. Bulma began to yell at her ill-mannered son until, with a false meekness, the eight- year-old asked her to pass them, please.
Bulma handed the rolls to Usagi who was in turn supposed to pass them to Chibi Trunks but Bulma's eyes caught on something shiny and she dropped the whole basket.
"Oh kamu, is that what I think it is?" She exclaimed, grabbing Usagi's hand and examining the gorgeous engagement ring.
"Yes." Usagi said shyly, lowering her eyes.
Bulma shot a look at Vegeta. "You mean the high and mighty prince of all saiyans has actually stooped to asking a mere non-saiyan to marry him?"
Vegeta smirked, but continued eating. (Awww)
"Usagi's gonna marry dad?" Chibi Trunks asked anxiously, then did a flip out of his chair. "Wahoo! I gotta go call Goten. Can I, mom? Can I?"
Bulma nodded distractedly, still staring at the ring. It was much bigger and prettier than the one Yamcha had given her.
"Usagi, please let me plan it!" She begged. "I've always wanted to plan one. I'll pay for everything! Please? We can have the wedding next week!"
"I thought these things took longer than that!" Yamcha muttered, confused.
"And how would you know, Mr. Lets-not-set-a-date? Please Usagi? Can I? I promise it'll be good!" Bulma employed her best getting-what-you-want look. The puppy dog face.
Usagi burst into laughter. "Ok, ok!" As long as it's fine with Vegeta. He might not want a big thing."
The saiyan prince snorted and crossed his arms when everyone looked at him. Deliberately, maliciously, he carefully and completely chewed the food in his mouth. Let that teach Bulma to try to make him use table manners! Finally, he swallowed the food and smirked.
"Fine by me." He said gruffly. "The sooner the better."
To be continued
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When Usagi woke up the next morning she was surprised to find that she wasn't in Vegeta's arms. That was unusual. Yawning, she reached for him, only to find him not there.
And that was very unusual.
Vegeta was the type who always got up early, and he always, always woke her before he so much as sat up.
So where was he?
She looked around, but sure enough, she was alone in the room. Well...maybe he just wasn't able to get her up this time. She had been awfully sleepy. That had to be it.
Smiling to herself, she got up and went to take her shower.
When she got out, dressed and hair dry, she found Vegeta going through the drawers and closet. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, and no shirt.
"Mm. You look good in jeans, Vegeta." She greeted appreciatively.
He spun to face her, then smirked very slowly.
"I know. I am the Prince of all Saiyans. Of course I would look good in anything."
Usagi snorted and put her arms around his neck.
"That's my shirt." Vegeta said suddenly, looking down at her. She was wearing his pink Badman shirt. "I was looking for that. Give it to me."
A mischievous glint caught in her eye. "You're welcome to take it from me..."
Vegeta's smirk grew as he pulled her to him, hands on her waist, and covered her lips with his own. After too short of time though, he pulled away. Usagi didn't catch the regret in his expression as he turned away and pulled on a random shirt from the closet. "I have somewhere to be." He muttered, leaving.
Usagi slowly sank to her knees, staring at the door.
What had happened?
Sure, they'd had a fight yesterday, but Vegeta had actually been the one to apologize first. Could he still be mad at her? Over a bathing suit? Last night hadn't been any less wonderful than usual. In fact, she had thought that Vegeta had been even more loving and passionate than usual, if such a thing were even possible with someone like her mate. Vegeta had always made it very clear how much he loved her when they were together.
Slowly a deep sadness began to fill Usagi.
Had it all been a lie? If it wasn't, then did he regret making Usagi his mate? How could this have happened? when had she become so unbearable that those she loved didn't return the sentiments?
Common sense tried to tell her that she was jumping to conclusions, that she had vowed long ago not to let anyone make her feel worthless again. There had to be some reason.
Vegeta loves me. She reminded herself. Her heart refused to doubt him.
But her head held all the facts. He'd never told her that he loved her. He'd said, one time, that their being together meant that he did but still...he'd never...said it.
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"Go out there and see what's wrong, Trunks." Bulma requested, staring out the kitchen door through the rain where Usagi sat, drenched, under a tree.
Mirai Trunks hesitated, then grabbed an umbrella.
Despite his hatred for her, he still felt sorry for her. She'd come down stairs upset about something and had now been sitting out in the rain for half an hour.
"Usagi?" He asked as soon as he was close enough to her.
She didn't look up, just continued to stare at her hands. "You don't have to be here." She told him in a heartbroken voice he'd never heard before. "I know you don't like me, Trunks, so why don't you just go back inside."
"Usagi..."
"You know you have no right."
"No..." Trunk's eyes hardened. "No right? How dare you say that? After everything I've been through. When you've probably had everything you wanted handed to you on a silver platter."
"A platter, huh?" She asked in bitter amusement, meeting his eyes. "I was born a princess. Did you know that?" She nodded, mostly to herself. "So, in a sense, I didn't have a normal childhood, I had to concentrate on being proper so I could one day be the great queen my mother was.
"When I was seventeen my mother engaged me to a prince from earth, Endymion. Before we could be married, however, my kingdom's greatest enemy attacked and everyone was killed except my mother, who died sending everyone to be reborn.
"So again, 1,000 years in the future, I was born. This time as Usagi Tsukino. For fourteen years I was normal. Then, I was forced to fight against the enemy that had destroyed my home...my friends...they never thought I could do it. I was always the one to destroy the enemy, but when the battle was over I was once again baka, ondango atama screw up no one could depend on.
"so anyway, when I was captured by our enemies it really wasn't a surprise when they didn't come to rescue me. Not even after five years. Five years of torture. A silver platter? Is that what you'd call it, Trunks?"
"Please, come in." He insisted.
Slowly she stood, "No, thanks." She responded, turning to go.
Mirai Trunk's hand reached out and caught her wrist. "I don't know why you're acting like this today." He seethed. "but my mother is in there, worried sick because she doesn't know if it's possible for a lunarian to get pneumonia. I...Chibi Trunks is standing with his nose in a corner because he yelled at mom for not letting him come out to get you. And kami knows dad will hold me responsible if I let his mate sit out in the rain and get sick. Yeah, I don't like you, Usagi, but that doesn't matter because everyone else does. So you're going to come inside with me, you're going to go upstairs and get changed, then you're going to play a board game with Chibi Trunks who, by the way, adores you."
Usagi let out a small laugh.
"I will bodily remove you if I have to." He threatened coldly.
Usagi slowly smiled and stepped under the umbrella, laying a hand on his arm. "Fine." She sighed then, grinned up at the saiyan hybrid. "Do you have any idea how much like Vegeta you are?" she asked, a trace of warmth coming into her voice again.
Trunks was stunned. "I...I am?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. Perhaps if his life had been less...tramatic. I know yours was bad, Trunks, but I can't help thinking his was worse."
Mirai Trunks nodded, remembering how feminine and weird and evil Frieza had been. He'd only known him for the few moments before he had permanently killed him, yet he understood.
"Anyway, if things hadn't been so hard, and if he hadn't been raised to believe he was...above everyone else, then I think he would have been more lik you."
For the first time, Trunks couldn't stop himself from smiling at her. "Chibi Trunks seems to be the way he is now." He observed.
She shook her head. "Vegeta's not that playful." Not usually anyway She silently corrected herself. Sometimes, very rarely, a spark would come to her mate's eye and for a very brief moment there would be something happy and childlike about him. And more often than anyone could have guessed he would do something mischievous, play some little trick.
Mirai Trunks opened the front door and watched while Usagi went inside and then up the stairs to her room. Trunks went and sat with his mother on the couch even though she was working on an invention, which meant she wouldn't be much for conversation.
After a while Usagi came back wearing a comfortable sweat suit and fuzzy slippers. She'd dried her hair, but left it down, cascading around her.
She went to the corner, where Chibi Trunks was grumbling and cursing to himself and spoke to him for a moment in saiyago, a hand on his head. He grumbled something back.
Usagi looked up at Bulma. "Can he get out now?"
"Sure, sure." Bulma muttered absently.
Usagi and Chibi Trunks sat on the floor in front of Bulma and Mirai Trunks, the coffee table between them. After a few moments Bulma looked up, startled to find herself surrounded by them.
"Why don't you work on that later?" Usagi suggested. "Mirai Trunks had a very good idea. We should all play a game."
"A game?" Chibi Trunks looked disgusted. "How babyish. I can't believe this dork is supposed to be me." He began to stand.
Usagi took his arm and she sat him back down. "I think it would be fun." She cast a smile on the startled Mirai Trunks, then at Bulma. "Do you have any games around here?"
The blue haired woman nodded. "A couple-from when I was younger. Before I went looking for the dragon balls." She stood. "I'll go get them."
Chibi Trunks and Mirai Trunks, who had never played board games before, had to be taught the rules fortunately for Usagi the games were close enough to ones she had played back in her old dimension that she wasn't completely lost.
Mrs. Briefs brought them sandwiches and hot chocolate and before long they were laughing and even Chibi Trunks had admitted to having fun. Somehow, during one game, Mirai Trunks ended up being on Usagi's team. Forgetting his distrust of her he laughingly traded places with Chibi Trunks and sat beside her. Throughout the entire game she would whisper ridiculous jokes and comments to him behind her hand which had him laughing harder than he'd thought possible.
They all grew silent, however, when they heard the front door close with a slam and Vegeta stalked in, a pleased smirk on his face. His eyes locked on their little group, particularly on Usagi.
He squatted down beside her and observed the little table, cluttered with their game, and snorted.
"What a foolish waste of time." He growled, deliberately reaching out and knocking all of their playing pieces to the floor.
"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled angrily.
Ignoring her, Vegeta grabbed Usagi's wrist and drew her up with him as he stood. Her eyes were downcast, but she wordlessly followed him up the stairs.
"You changed clothes." Vegeta accused with amusement, once they were in their room.
"I...went out into the rain."
Vegeta nodded, although he didn't really care about what happened to her clothes. He pulled her close to him and couldn't help but to kiss her. On weekends the two usually didn't spend as much time apart as they had today.
Usagi didn't respond and, after a few moments, pulled slihgtly away. She looked sad.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta growled. If that brat Mirai Trunks had done something to upset her...
"We need to talk." She said quietly. "About...about this morning. When you left." She paused, reluctant to go on. She had no idea how hard it had been for the saiyan prince to leave her. "Do you regret that I'm your mate?" She blurted.
Vegeta began to chuckle. She'd had him worried there for a moment. "No. Do you need to know where I went?"
She nodded, slowly.
Vegeta took her right hand, where he'd slipped the ring while they were kissing, and showed her, still laughing as a shocked look came onto her face.
"Vegeta," She breathed. "do you know what this is?"
"Baka. Of course I do." He responded arrogantly.
"And...you...want this?"
"Feh, as far as I'm concerned we're already married. This is just so you can feel that we are. I wouldn't expect anyone other than a saiyan to understand the complexities of the tradition of mating. You-"
She cut off his egotistical little speech by throwing her arms around him and kissing him with as much love as she could. Then she laid her head on his chest and his arms tightened possessively around her as they just held each other.
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"Errrg! Can you believe that man?" Bulma fumed, angrily picking up the game pieces and slamming them onto the table as Mirai Trunks carefully sorted them out. Chibi Trunks had mysteriously disappeared when his mother had grumbled something about having to clean up the mess. "I tell you, Trunks, I am glad I ended it with that man!"
"You...ended it?"
"He's insufferable! I don't know how Usagi puts up with him! He's been living here for years and still he behaves as if we're all his servants. Well I am getting sick of it."
"Mother, you were the one to call it all off?"
Bulma stopped in her ranting. "Call what off?"
"The ah...relationship?"
"Of course I was! You think Vegeta would? I'll tell you something, that man expects whoever he's with to love him, even though he can't return that. He made me miserable!"
"He did? When...did it happen?"
"Well...you were about two when I told Vegeta he could sleep in a quest bedroom so...about six years."
Mirai Trunks stared down at his hands. Six years? The androids had killed Vegeta when Trunks was one year-old which meant that Bulma had never gotten the chance to break up with him.
"And how soon...after...did dad and Usagi get together?"
"How soon? Trunks, they've only been together for a little while. Less than half a year." A surprised look came across her face. "Did you think that Usagi stole Vegeta from me?"
He nodded slowly, bewildered.
She began to laugh confidently. "Trunks, there isn't a woman alive who could steal a man from me." She assured him.
He smiled weakly, but all he could think of was what a sweet person Usagi was, how many kind things she'd done for him, and how hurt she must be by the way he had acted toward her.
Suddenly Chibi Trunks rushed into the room. "Grandma says that dinners ready." He said loudly.
It didn't take long after that and soon the table was full with Capsule Corps Occupants, eagerly awaiting food.
Chibi Trunks reached for the basket of rolls at the completely opposite end of the table, almost knocking over Yamcha's glass. Bulma began to yell at her ill-mannered son until, with a false meekness, the eight- year-old asked her to pass them, please.
Bulma handed the rolls to Usagi who was in turn supposed to pass them to Chibi Trunks but Bulma's eyes caught on something shiny and she dropped the whole basket.
"Oh kamu, is that what I think it is?" She exclaimed, grabbing Usagi's hand and examining the gorgeous engagement ring.
"Yes." Usagi said shyly, lowering her eyes.
Bulma shot a look at Vegeta. "You mean the high and mighty prince of all saiyans has actually stooped to asking a mere non-saiyan to marry him?"
Vegeta smirked, but continued eating. (Awww)
"Usagi's gonna marry dad?" Chibi Trunks asked anxiously, then did a flip out of his chair. "Wahoo! I gotta go call Goten. Can I, mom? Can I?"
Bulma nodded distractedly, still staring at the ring. It was much bigger and prettier than the one Yamcha had given her.
"Usagi, please let me plan it!" She begged. "I've always wanted to plan one. I'll pay for everything! Please? We can have the wedding next week!"
"I thought these things took longer than that!" Yamcha muttered, confused.
"And how would you know, Mr. Lets-not-set-a-date? Please Usagi? Can I? I promise it'll be good!" Bulma employed her best getting-what-you-want look. The puppy dog face.
Usagi burst into laughter. "Ok, ok!" As long as it's fine with Vegeta. He might not want a big thing."
The saiyan prince snorted and crossed his arms when everyone looked at him. Deliberately, maliciously, he carefully and completely chewed the food in his mouth. Let that teach Bulma to try to make him use table manners! Finally, he swallowed the food and smirked.
"Fine by me." He said gruffly. "The sooner the better."
To be continued
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