Chapter 7: Christmas Love
The Z Fighters all gathered late in the afternoon Christmas Eve at Capsule Corp. They were all going to spend the night there so they could spend Christmas together. They were all happy to see Vegeta back and to hear the news of the child Bulma was carrying. As they went to bed, they noticed that the wind was beginning to blow and the temperature was dropping but only Vegeta and Trunks knew why.
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When Bulma woke Christmas morning, Vegeta was already up. As she dressed, she could hear the others talking and laughing in the living room. She smiled and walked to the living room. This year, she wouldn't care what Vegeta got her, she would just be happy to have him there. "Morning, mom," Victor said as Bulma walked in the room.
"Morning. Well, looks like you were all waiting on me," Bulma replied.
"Yea, now we can open presents," Goku chimed, making everyone laugh.
"Kakarot, you're an idiot," Vegeta said harshly. He stood up from where he was sitting and walked to the window.
Bulma shook her head. She had Vegeta back all right, scrooge and all. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and put her chin on his shoulder. She was just about to tell him to loosen up and enjoy the day when she looked outside. Bulma let go of Vegeta and stood beside him, not believing her eyes. Vegeta smiled and pulled her into his arms. "Merry Christmas, Bulma," he said.
"What's going on?" Bra asked but no one seemed to know. They all gathered around the window and were speechless.
"A white Christmas," Bulma said softly, then turned to Vegeta, "You didn't leave to train, you left to find the dragon balls."
"Yes," Vegeta replied, blushing.
"So, the prince has a soft side," Goku kidded as he nudged Vegeta in the side.
"Quiet, Kakarot," Vegeta ordered, but the others only laughed as they returned to sit around the Christmas tree.
Victor handed out presents one by one and they opened them. Slowly, the pile of presents diminished until they were all gone. "This seems to go by quicker each year even though we seem to keep growing," Victor said after the last present was open.
"We're not quite done," Vegeta said, standing. The others watched him curiously as he walked to the tree. He flew up and reached into the top of the tree where he had hidden his present to Bulma. He stood at the base of the tree, nervous about what was about to happen. "Bulma," he said, his voice shaking. She stood and walked over to him, worried something was wrong. He looked at her with tears in his eyes, she was taken back. He softly spoke, "Each year I try to get a present for you to show you what you mean to me and each year I fail to find it. You mentioned a few days ago you wanted snow, and that gave me an idea. Then, I heard you tell Bra what you really wanted for Christmas and I feared I would never be able to give it to you. So, I set off in search of the dragon balls. With a little interference from Trunks and my own heart, I found how to give you the ultimate Christmas present." His hands shook as he held out a small box to his wife.
The others looked on in amazement as Bulma carefully unwrapped and opened the box. She was speechless. Inside was a delicate, gold band with a single, tiny diamond in it. "Vegeta," she barely said.
Vegeta took the box from Bulma, taking the ring out. He took her hand and put the ring halfway on her finger as she began to cry. "I came to realize that in the 26 years we have been together and despite our three, soon to be four, children, there was something I never did," he said tenderly as he knelt in front of her, "Bulma, will you marry me?"
Bulma couldn't even speak; she just nodded. Vegeta put the ring on the rest of the way and then stood, kissed, and embraced her. "Vegeta, you didn't have to do this," Bulma whispered in his ear, knowing the sacrifice it took to ask her.
"Yes, I did," he softly replied, still holding her, "I love you, Bulma, and I want you to truly be my wife. I could think of no better day to ask that today."
"I will always remember this Christmas," she replied as they held each other close.
THE END
*While this is the end of the story, this is by no means the end of the tale. This is the start of a series that I will continue soon. Keep tuned in for the sequel.*
The Z Fighters all gathered late in the afternoon Christmas Eve at Capsule Corp. They were all going to spend the night there so they could spend Christmas together. They were all happy to see Vegeta back and to hear the news of the child Bulma was carrying. As they went to bed, they noticed that the wind was beginning to blow and the temperature was dropping but only Vegeta and Trunks knew why.
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When Bulma woke Christmas morning, Vegeta was already up. As she dressed, she could hear the others talking and laughing in the living room. She smiled and walked to the living room. This year, she wouldn't care what Vegeta got her, she would just be happy to have him there. "Morning, mom," Victor said as Bulma walked in the room.
"Morning. Well, looks like you were all waiting on me," Bulma replied.
"Yea, now we can open presents," Goku chimed, making everyone laugh.
"Kakarot, you're an idiot," Vegeta said harshly. He stood up from where he was sitting and walked to the window.
Bulma shook her head. She had Vegeta back all right, scrooge and all. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and put her chin on his shoulder. She was just about to tell him to loosen up and enjoy the day when she looked outside. Bulma let go of Vegeta and stood beside him, not believing her eyes. Vegeta smiled and pulled her into his arms. "Merry Christmas, Bulma," he said.
"What's going on?" Bra asked but no one seemed to know. They all gathered around the window and were speechless.
"A white Christmas," Bulma said softly, then turned to Vegeta, "You didn't leave to train, you left to find the dragon balls."
"Yes," Vegeta replied, blushing.
"So, the prince has a soft side," Goku kidded as he nudged Vegeta in the side.
"Quiet, Kakarot," Vegeta ordered, but the others only laughed as they returned to sit around the Christmas tree.
Victor handed out presents one by one and they opened them. Slowly, the pile of presents diminished until they were all gone. "This seems to go by quicker each year even though we seem to keep growing," Victor said after the last present was open.
"We're not quite done," Vegeta said, standing. The others watched him curiously as he walked to the tree. He flew up and reached into the top of the tree where he had hidden his present to Bulma. He stood at the base of the tree, nervous about what was about to happen. "Bulma," he said, his voice shaking. She stood and walked over to him, worried something was wrong. He looked at her with tears in his eyes, she was taken back. He softly spoke, "Each year I try to get a present for you to show you what you mean to me and each year I fail to find it. You mentioned a few days ago you wanted snow, and that gave me an idea. Then, I heard you tell Bra what you really wanted for Christmas and I feared I would never be able to give it to you. So, I set off in search of the dragon balls. With a little interference from Trunks and my own heart, I found how to give you the ultimate Christmas present." His hands shook as he held out a small box to his wife.
The others looked on in amazement as Bulma carefully unwrapped and opened the box. She was speechless. Inside was a delicate, gold band with a single, tiny diamond in it. "Vegeta," she barely said.
Vegeta took the box from Bulma, taking the ring out. He took her hand and put the ring halfway on her finger as she began to cry. "I came to realize that in the 26 years we have been together and despite our three, soon to be four, children, there was something I never did," he said tenderly as he knelt in front of her, "Bulma, will you marry me?"
Bulma couldn't even speak; she just nodded. Vegeta put the ring on the rest of the way and then stood, kissed, and embraced her. "Vegeta, you didn't have to do this," Bulma whispered in his ear, knowing the sacrifice it took to ask her.
"Yes, I did," he softly replied, still holding her, "I love you, Bulma, and I want you to truly be my wife. I could think of no better day to ask that today."
"I will always remember this Christmas," she replied as they held each other close.
THE END
*While this is the end of the story, this is by no means the end of the tale. This is the start of a series that I will continue soon. Keep tuned in for the sequel.*