Last time:
My woman.
My mate.
My Bulma.
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Ok. Fine. So I caved. But what man in his right mind could deny something so strong and definite? No man, that's who. And even a man in a state of insanity could still see clearly for what's important, and would make the same choice as myself. Yes, I said important. The woman is very important to me and if anyone should challenge her life they'd answer to me, though not for more than a moment; I'd have them dead before I knew their name. Nothing can keep me from defending my mate, and no harm shall come to her while I'm still around, and my children too for that matter.
It's been so many long years since that day when I forgot my pride and listened to the right thing, instead of what my father drilled into my head so long ago. Since then I've contacted my mother again, though believe me it wasn't my idea. The woman persuaded me to reconcile with her, and so I did, and I've never heard the end of it. She's in my ear with what she calls advice, but I suppose I can deal with that; it's not so much that she's overbearing, and it's sort of nice that I can talk with a Saiyan that isn't a bumbling imbecile.
Speaking of Kakarot, he's been around a lot lately, wishing to train and see my children. I don't want him around, the woman invites him in, though he is a reasonable sparring partner. The boy is good too, though no where near Kakarot. Too much human in him. He does make me proud though, and I don't need to tell him; he knows.
An addition was made to our little "family", as the woman insists on calling it. A daughter, who I was extremely surprised about. Never did I think I would be satisfied with a girl carrying my precious blood. She doesn't fight, though I cannot deny her a thing. Any wish or whim that passes her lips I'm quick to retrieve for her, and I don't care who knows this. If any man has a problem with it I'll have their neck. The woman and my mother pester me about my devotion to my daughter, saying that she has me "wrapped around her little finger", whatever that means, but I brush off their words and let little Bra put stupid pink bows in my hair that I rip out once she runs off.
Another adversary has come and gone since Terrak's been to Earth; one by the name of Majin Buu, and quite the powerful blob. He caused an uproar, as all villains do—and we love to make chaos, we live for it—but then there came the time to put an end to him. It was my idea that finally vanquished the bastard, though the credit went to that fool Hercule who wouldn't know a warrior if they took his life in battle. He didn't learn with Cell, and he sure as hell didn't learn with Buu, either. And Kakarot has the nerve to call him family and invite him into his home as his granddaughter's grandfather. Pathetic. If those damn earthlings knew what was good for them they'd have listened to me and gave forth their energy. But no, they only listened to their "hero", Hercule. Oh well, he'll die soon anyway. With a sort mind comes sort years. Plus he's an earthling.
His granddaughter on the other hand will become a great fighter one day. Even at age four she showed up all the earthmen at the martial arts tournament. Too bad my daughter can't put on a gi and kick a bag for a little while. Her brother could do as much. But I suppose she has too much of her mother in her, which might by why I'm so taken by her. A half-Saiyan Bulma. Yes, that's probably it.
But back to the woman who I threw my pride away for on that long ago day. We fight, of course, but that's what I think enticed me so about her, that she could match me in verbal battles and yet still want to bed with me on the same day. She still has that irresistible fire in her that makes me grab her from her computer and throw her up on the counter, knocking her glass lab equipment to the floor—and this she pays no mind to, which dries me up the wall. That will never leave her, it won't even fade that I can see. She'll always be that one woman who challenged my values and crushed them with her power. And she is very, very powerful. If she had half the physical strength that she has mentally, she could destroy the universe.
We still reside at Capsule Corp. with her parents. Her father still works in his lab everyday, and her mother has seemed to have quieted down in these past years. She's still annoying as hell, but some days she's almost bearable. They live in the upper levels now, and the woman and myself have rein over the master portion of the compound. Trunks and Bra are below us, and the living quarters are ground level. Labs, of course, are sublevel, as they've always been, and the company portion is just where it's always been as well, though Dr. Briefs has added on in the past. There are still maids who clean and cook, though the woman's mother is constantly doing such things as well. Sometimes when I come in from late night training I find her in the kitchen, cooking, then freezing everything she cooks for later consumption. I don't understand her, and I don't try to either. I'm content with simply eating her food.
There's isn't much else to ponder, except maybe that the woman forced me into an earth wedding, in which she invited the entire city. She doesn't make me wear a stupid ring, however, so I suppose it wasn't so bad. There was great food, and the cake, damn; maybe we'll get married again someday, with a bigger cake of course.
Oh well, it's all for her, and it always was.
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I starred at Terrak for a long time before I actually saw him, smiling almost knowingly at me. Before I could stop him, he had me in a great bear hug. I don't think I would have stopped him though, for he is my one true friend, and as such he gets away with much that others do not. Same goes for the woman, though she gets away with far more.
"It's been so long," he said, releasing me.
"Yes," I agreed. "You look old."
"Well I must to a Saiyan who barely ages. Where is Bulma? I have so missed her."
"She's coming." And then, speak of the devil—very catchy earth phrase—she came sauntering out, her skimpy little shorts almost too much for me to handle. She must be freezing; it's such a bitter cold night.
A mini replica of her came bouncing out at her heels, running into my arms. I lifted her off the ground and turned to Terrak.
"And who might this beauty be?"
"I'm Bra," she squeaked. I never could have imagined two women with such complete control over me, though I'll never let them catch on to it. "I lost a toof yesterday. See?" She barred her teeth at Terrak, allowing him to see the empty space in her otherwise perfect teeth.
"Where's your brother?" I asked her. "I told him to be out here. He's late."
"I'll go find him." I set her back on the ground, replacing her with her mother, though I only wrapped my arm around her waste.
Put on some pants. It's not warm enough for those things, I say to her mentally.
I'm fine Vegeta.
"How old is she?" Terrak asked. I could tell that he was taken by her. I knew it wasn't only me!
"Three," Bulma answered. "Trunks will be eighteen in a few weeks." Suddenly she reached out and embraced him, as if just noticing him. "Where are they?"
"Coming."
Moments later Serria, his wife, the Inerget, and a much older Wella, now a woman, descended the ramp of Terrak's ship. The brilliant lights made Serria's skin appear almost white.
"Hi, I'm Bulma. "She grabbed Serria and Wella at once and hugged them as if they were old friends. "I've heard so much about you both. When Terrak was last here he talked of nothing else."
"Yes, and we've heard much about you and your son, and we already knew so much of Vegeta before," Serria said, warming up to the woman at once. It's strange how compatible aliens can be with one another.
"Sorry dad," I heard Trunks say as he exited the house. Bra was hot on his heels, then clung to my leg as if for protection. "I was training and lost track of time."
"Introduce yourself," I demanded of him.
"I'm Trunks," he said, extending his hand to Terrak, then to Serria, and finally Wella, who I noticed he lingered on quite a bit longer. Alien compatibility. "I don't remember you, Terrak, but I've heard a lot."
"Well, you were only an infant when I was last here. You've grown into quite the man, though. With help from Vegeta, I imagine."
The boy gave a little laugh, though it sounded somewhat like a huff. Whatever, at least he was out here.
"It's nice to finally meet a friend of my father's." He leaned in, though I heard what came next, and chose to ignore it. "He's got quite the temper. I was beginning to think you didn't exist."
"Ah, yes, well, there are very few who can come into your father's favor and stay there. Your mother knows the battle, just as well as I."
The boy gave a knowing nod, then stepped back.
"Who are they?" Suddenly came Bra's voice from the ground. Serria and Wella, as if on command, crotched down to her level.
"I'm Serria, Terrak's wife. And this is my daughter, Wella. She's very fond of your father."
"I am too," Bra replied in a whisper, tightening her grip on my calf.
"Well come on everyone," the woman cut in. "My mom just put dinner on the table, and I'm famished!"
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Terrak, Serria, and Wella were put up in guest rooms in the upper levels, with the woman's parents. Terrak and Serria in one, and Wella alone across the hall. It had been hours since they first arrived, and it was well passed four o'clock in the morning, and everyone was dead tired. Throughout dinner, and afterward, Terrak talked of what he'd been doing for the past eighteen years, and I in turn told of Majin Buu, and all that went along with his being here. Bulma mentioned later that Buu was still on the planet, giving Terrak and the others quite a start, before she reassured them that he was good, and it was his evil half that was destroyed.
Now I'm simply lying in our bed, starring at the ceiling, and wondering what in Kami's name the woman is doing that's taking her so long in the bathroom. She went in there like two hours before and hasn't come out since. Finally I can't take it any longer, and must know what she's up to.
"Woman," I said, knocking on the door. "What're you doing in there?"
"Girl stuff," she replied.
"Let me in."
"The door's not locked, just come in."
When I opened the door my nostrils were bombarded with all the scented things she likes to spray and bathe in. She sat, covered in those pink bubbles, in the tub, smirking at me.
"You're a bad mate," I sneer at her, pulling off my shirt.
"What?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
I lifted her out of the tub before she can protest, then climb in and set her in front of me, her back against my chest, just the way we always sit in here.
"I'm so happy that Terrak decided to come visit. It was so long since he was here before. I was beginning to think he'd forgotten us."
"Woman, that's impossible. He's grown too attached to you to forget. Besides, I made him swear he'd return."
"You did, did you?"
"Yes, I just said that."
"Well, Vegeta. Your heart gets bigger everyday."
"Shut up woman."
"Fine. But you know what I mean… When are they leaving, do you know? I didn't want to ask."
"A month he said, maybe more. He said he took care of business on Deveron and could be gone for as long as he wished."
"Well that's good. He'll be around when we renew our wedding vows."
"What?"
She only laughed at my reaction.
"Explain yourself."
She turned around, the bubbled sliding easily from her breasts, catching me off guard. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.
"After all these years you still don't suspect what I always do."
"I had no such thoughts about something like that."
"Oh yes you did. The other day I distinctly remember picking up something about having another wedding, with a bigger cake."
"The cake is all I was interested in."
"Well that's what you'll get. I'm having a cake made three times the size of our last one."
"And if I say no?"
"Vegeta, I thought you knew by now that you can't do that. Besides, I've already made all the arrangements. It's going to be next weekend. It'll be small. Just my family, and some friends-"
"-and the cake."
"Yes," she laughed. "And the cake."
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The woman ran from one end of the compound to the other all morning long, forgetting this thing, and doing that thing, and driving me up the wall with questions that I didn't care about the answers: What color tie do you want to where? I don't care. What color boutonnière do you want? I don't care. Wait what—? What song should we have them play? I don't care. Is the wedding march too much? I don't care. Yes, it's too much, but what song then? I don't care. Do you think I should invite Yamcha? No.
Ok, so there was one question I cared about. But whatever, it's her thing, this wedding vow ceremony, or whatever it is. I never even heard of such a thing until she mentioned it in the tub last week. Well, hopefully less people will be shorter ceremony, and slightly more bearable.
"Vegeta!! Vegeta, where are you!?"
I'm here woman.
"Vegeta, answer me, now! I don't have time to scan your brain!"
"I'm in the kitchen, where I've been all morning," I huffed.
She came rushing in a few seconds later, arms piled with things I didn't know half their names. She dropped this load on the table and picked through it, pulling out several different colors things she called ties. I was already dressed in the "tuxedo" she'd picked out, black, thank Kami.
"Stand up."
"You're pushing it woman."
"Please Vegeta. It's only this one day."
I stayed seated.
"Look, if you do this for me, without fuss, then I'll do that thing you've been begging me to do."
I was to my feet before she finished her sentence. She proceeded to hold the long pieces of silky fabric up to me, silently going over things in her mind. I dared not enter it now and get sucked into her crazy little world she's created today. She finally settled on white, the same color she'd debated over for hours years ago when we were "married".
Next, from her heap on the table, she pulled an ordinary white box. When she opened it, I shoved it away. It was full of those horrid flowers she'd made me wear at the wedding. Not again. No way.
"Fine," she huffed, tossing the box to the floor. "Will you at least gel your hair down? It always cuts off people's heads in pictures, and you can't stand in the back 'cause-"
"Not another word woman. I'm aware of that, and the answer's simple."
"What?"
"Don't take any pictures."
"No, that's not going to happen. You're just going to have to stand on a soapbox behind everyone, and your hair will go off the top."
"Whatever. Anything else you want to bother me with?"
"Yeah." She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. I almost got too caught up in the moment and was tempted to throw her on the table. "Thanks for cooperating. You must really love me."
"Woman."
"Oo! I gotta go, 'Geta. My mom needs help outside."
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Finally the ceremony was about to start. Good thing, 'cause I was about to fall asleep leaning against a tree in the yard.
The woman grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the end of a long red carpet she'd had laid out in the grass, leading up to the same man from the wedding. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her hair was down up, which she usually never did, and there were those pearl things in it, and a strand of them on her neck. Her dress was white silk, though nothing so large and expensive as the one before; it went to the ground, covering her feet, and dragged behind her for about a foot. The front came down quite a bit, which I would have enjoyed, had there not been other eyes able to see as well.
You know what to do? she asked mentally.
No. Please tell me for the seven thousandth time.
Stop it. Just walk when the music comes on.
Yeah…
No sooner had she told me, did that dreadful music begin to play, and she tugged instinctively, I think, at my arm, even though I was already walking. Kami. Sometimes I think she believes me an invalid.
I spotted Terrak with his wife and daughter sitting in those ugly white metal chairs, to the left of the aisle. Good, there were only a dozen people here. Much better, woman. He was smiling at me, showing his teeth. He'd voiced his joy over this event earlier to me, much to my discussed.
"I'm happy for you Vegeta, I truly am. It's so good of you to allow Bulma to do these things, as much as they annoy and bore you. It really shows how much you love her."
We reached the "alter" a few seconds later, and stood, facing each other, holding hands. The man in his weird clothing said some words, then turned to Bulma and said, "Now repeat by words."
"I, Bulma Briefs, accept this honorable vow, as I love my husband. A great father and a wonderful companion; the only man I wish to call mine."
When the "priest" turned to me, he jumped slightly, as I was glaring at him. No, I was not to say what the woman said, and he best know that.
"I, Vegeta, accept this honorable vow, as I honor my wife," he said. Ok, I can live with that.
I repeated the words, much to the surprise of the woman, who must have thought I'd deny her.
When the ceremony was finally over, and the cake was nearly devoured—by myself, Trunks, Kakarot, and his son—the woman announced everyone was to leave, and thanked them for coming. I received a lot of near hugs and appreciated words from people, which I ignored and continued to eat my cake. The woman didn't bat an eyelash; I'd done my part.
Once inside, I lifted Bulma off her feet and carried her to our bedroom, tossing her on the bed. She went to unzip her dress, when I stopped her.
"No," I said huskily. "That's my job."
"Oh Vegeta. I can't thank you enough for today. It really meant a lot to me."
"Right."
"I love you."
And what happened next I can't disclose.
I can mention though, that the woman is mine, and will be forever. No other man will touch her; no harm will threaten her.
We are mates, and NOTHING will undo that.
"Vegeta, the bath's getting cold!"
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My woman.
My mate.
My Bulma.
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Ok. Fine. So I caved. But what man in his right mind could deny something so strong and definite? No man, that's who. And even a man in a state of insanity could still see clearly for what's important, and would make the same choice as myself. Yes, I said important. The woman is very important to me and if anyone should challenge her life they'd answer to me, though not for more than a moment; I'd have them dead before I knew their name. Nothing can keep me from defending my mate, and no harm shall come to her while I'm still around, and my children too for that matter.
It's been so many long years since that day when I forgot my pride and listened to the right thing, instead of what my father drilled into my head so long ago. Since then I've contacted my mother again, though believe me it wasn't my idea. The woman persuaded me to reconcile with her, and so I did, and I've never heard the end of it. She's in my ear with what she calls advice, but I suppose I can deal with that; it's not so much that she's overbearing, and it's sort of nice that I can talk with a Saiyan that isn't a bumbling imbecile.
Speaking of Kakarot, he's been around a lot lately, wishing to train and see my children. I don't want him around, the woman invites him in, though he is a reasonable sparring partner. The boy is good too, though no where near Kakarot. Too much human in him. He does make me proud though, and I don't need to tell him; he knows.
An addition was made to our little "family", as the woman insists on calling it. A daughter, who I was extremely surprised about. Never did I think I would be satisfied with a girl carrying my precious blood. She doesn't fight, though I cannot deny her a thing. Any wish or whim that passes her lips I'm quick to retrieve for her, and I don't care who knows this. If any man has a problem with it I'll have their neck. The woman and my mother pester me about my devotion to my daughter, saying that she has me "wrapped around her little finger", whatever that means, but I brush off their words and let little Bra put stupid pink bows in my hair that I rip out once she runs off.
Another adversary has come and gone since Terrak's been to Earth; one by the name of Majin Buu, and quite the powerful blob. He caused an uproar, as all villains do—and we love to make chaos, we live for it—but then there came the time to put an end to him. It was my idea that finally vanquished the bastard, though the credit went to that fool Hercule who wouldn't know a warrior if they took his life in battle. He didn't learn with Cell, and he sure as hell didn't learn with Buu, either. And Kakarot has the nerve to call him family and invite him into his home as his granddaughter's grandfather. Pathetic. If those damn earthlings knew what was good for them they'd have listened to me and gave forth their energy. But no, they only listened to their "hero", Hercule. Oh well, he'll die soon anyway. With a sort mind comes sort years. Plus he's an earthling.
His granddaughter on the other hand will become a great fighter one day. Even at age four she showed up all the earthmen at the martial arts tournament. Too bad my daughter can't put on a gi and kick a bag for a little while. Her brother could do as much. But I suppose she has too much of her mother in her, which might by why I'm so taken by her. A half-Saiyan Bulma. Yes, that's probably it.
But back to the woman who I threw my pride away for on that long ago day. We fight, of course, but that's what I think enticed me so about her, that she could match me in verbal battles and yet still want to bed with me on the same day. She still has that irresistible fire in her that makes me grab her from her computer and throw her up on the counter, knocking her glass lab equipment to the floor—and this she pays no mind to, which dries me up the wall. That will never leave her, it won't even fade that I can see. She'll always be that one woman who challenged my values and crushed them with her power. And she is very, very powerful. If she had half the physical strength that she has mentally, she could destroy the universe.
We still reside at Capsule Corp. with her parents. Her father still works in his lab everyday, and her mother has seemed to have quieted down in these past years. She's still annoying as hell, but some days she's almost bearable. They live in the upper levels now, and the woman and myself have rein over the master portion of the compound. Trunks and Bra are below us, and the living quarters are ground level. Labs, of course, are sublevel, as they've always been, and the company portion is just where it's always been as well, though Dr. Briefs has added on in the past. There are still maids who clean and cook, though the woman's mother is constantly doing such things as well. Sometimes when I come in from late night training I find her in the kitchen, cooking, then freezing everything she cooks for later consumption. I don't understand her, and I don't try to either. I'm content with simply eating her food.
There's isn't much else to ponder, except maybe that the woman forced me into an earth wedding, in which she invited the entire city. She doesn't make me wear a stupid ring, however, so I suppose it wasn't so bad. There was great food, and the cake, damn; maybe we'll get married again someday, with a bigger cake of course.
Oh well, it's all for her, and it always was.
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I starred at Terrak for a long time before I actually saw him, smiling almost knowingly at me. Before I could stop him, he had me in a great bear hug. I don't think I would have stopped him though, for he is my one true friend, and as such he gets away with much that others do not. Same goes for the woman, though she gets away with far more.
"It's been so long," he said, releasing me.
"Yes," I agreed. "You look old."
"Well I must to a Saiyan who barely ages. Where is Bulma? I have so missed her."
"She's coming." And then, speak of the devil—very catchy earth phrase—she came sauntering out, her skimpy little shorts almost too much for me to handle. She must be freezing; it's such a bitter cold night.
A mini replica of her came bouncing out at her heels, running into my arms. I lifted her off the ground and turned to Terrak.
"And who might this beauty be?"
"I'm Bra," she squeaked. I never could have imagined two women with such complete control over me, though I'll never let them catch on to it. "I lost a toof yesterday. See?" She barred her teeth at Terrak, allowing him to see the empty space in her otherwise perfect teeth.
"Where's your brother?" I asked her. "I told him to be out here. He's late."
"I'll go find him." I set her back on the ground, replacing her with her mother, though I only wrapped my arm around her waste.
Put on some pants. It's not warm enough for those things, I say to her mentally.
I'm fine Vegeta.
"How old is she?" Terrak asked. I could tell that he was taken by her. I knew it wasn't only me!
"Three," Bulma answered. "Trunks will be eighteen in a few weeks." Suddenly she reached out and embraced him, as if just noticing him. "Where are they?"
"Coming."
Moments later Serria, his wife, the Inerget, and a much older Wella, now a woman, descended the ramp of Terrak's ship. The brilliant lights made Serria's skin appear almost white.
"Hi, I'm Bulma. "She grabbed Serria and Wella at once and hugged them as if they were old friends. "I've heard so much about you both. When Terrak was last here he talked of nothing else."
"Yes, and we've heard much about you and your son, and we already knew so much of Vegeta before," Serria said, warming up to the woman at once. It's strange how compatible aliens can be with one another.
"Sorry dad," I heard Trunks say as he exited the house. Bra was hot on his heels, then clung to my leg as if for protection. "I was training and lost track of time."
"Introduce yourself," I demanded of him.
"I'm Trunks," he said, extending his hand to Terrak, then to Serria, and finally Wella, who I noticed he lingered on quite a bit longer. Alien compatibility. "I don't remember you, Terrak, but I've heard a lot."
"Well, you were only an infant when I was last here. You've grown into quite the man, though. With help from Vegeta, I imagine."
The boy gave a little laugh, though it sounded somewhat like a huff. Whatever, at least he was out here.
"It's nice to finally meet a friend of my father's." He leaned in, though I heard what came next, and chose to ignore it. "He's got quite the temper. I was beginning to think you didn't exist."
"Ah, yes, well, there are very few who can come into your father's favor and stay there. Your mother knows the battle, just as well as I."
The boy gave a knowing nod, then stepped back.
"Who are they?" Suddenly came Bra's voice from the ground. Serria and Wella, as if on command, crotched down to her level.
"I'm Serria, Terrak's wife. And this is my daughter, Wella. She's very fond of your father."
"I am too," Bra replied in a whisper, tightening her grip on my calf.
"Well come on everyone," the woman cut in. "My mom just put dinner on the table, and I'm famished!"
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Terrak, Serria, and Wella were put up in guest rooms in the upper levels, with the woman's parents. Terrak and Serria in one, and Wella alone across the hall. It had been hours since they first arrived, and it was well passed four o'clock in the morning, and everyone was dead tired. Throughout dinner, and afterward, Terrak talked of what he'd been doing for the past eighteen years, and I in turn told of Majin Buu, and all that went along with his being here. Bulma mentioned later that Buu was still on the planet, giving Terrak and the others quite a start, before she reassured them that he was good, and it was his evil half that was destroyed.
Now I'm simply lying in our bed, starring at the ceiling, and wondering what in Kami's name the woman is doing that's taking her so long in the bathroom. She went in there like two hours before and hasn't come out since. Finally I can't take it any longer, and must know what she's up to.
"Woman," I said, knocking on the door. "What're you doing in there?"
"Girl stuff," she replied.
"Let me in."
"The door's not locked, just come in."
When I opened the door my nostrils were bombarded with all the scented things she likes to spray and bathe in. She sat, covered in those pink bubbles, in the tub, smirking at me.
"You're a bad mate," I sneer at her, pulling off my shirt.
"What?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
I lifted her out of the tub before she can protest, then climb in and set her in front of me, her back against my chest, just the way we always sit in here.
"I'm so happy that Terrak decided to come visit. It was so long since he was here before. I was beginning to think he'd forgotten us."
"Woman, that's impossible. He's grown too attached to you to forget. Besides, I made him swear he'd return."
"You did, did you?"
"Yes, I just said that."
"Well, Vegeta. Your heart gets bigger everyday."
"Shut up woman."
"Fine. But you know what I mean… When are they leaving, do you know? I didn't want to ask."
"A month he said, maybe more. He said he took care of business on Deveron and could be gone for as long as he wished."
"Well that's good. He'll be around when we renew our wedding vows."
"What?"
She only laughed at my reaction.
"Explain yourself."
She turned around, the bubbled sliding easily from her breasts, catching me off guard. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.
"After all these years you still don't suspect what I always do."
"I had no such thoughts about something like that."
"Oh yes you did. The other day I distinctly remember picking up something about having another wedding, with a bigger cake."
"The cake is all I was interested in."
"Well that's what you'll get. I'm having a cake made three times the size of our last one."
"And if I say no?"
"Vegeta, I thought you knew by now that you can't do that. Besides, I've already made all the arrangements. It's going to be next weekend. It'll be small. Just my family, and some friends-"
"-and the cake."
"Yes," she laughed. "And the cake."
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The woman ran from one end of the compound to the other all morning long, forgetting this thing, and doing that thing, and driving me up the wall with questions that I didn't care about the answers: What color tie do you want to where? I don't care. What color boutonnière do you want? I don't care. Wait what—? What song should we have them play? I don't care. Is the wedding march too much? I don't care. Yes, it's too much, but what song then? I don't care. Do you think I should invite Yamcha? No.
Ok, so there was one question I cared about. But whatever, it's her thing, this wedding vow ceremony, or whatever it is. I never even heard of such a thing until she mentioned it in the tub last week. Well, hopefully less people will be shorter ceremony, and slightly more bearable.
"Vegeta!! Vegeta, where are you!?"
I'm here woman.
"Vegeta, answer me, now! I don't have time to scan your brain!"
"I'm in the kitchen, where I've been all morning," I huffed.
She came rushing in a few seconds later, arms piled with things I didn't know half their names. She dropped this load on the table and picked through it, pulling out several different colors things she called ties. I was already dressed in the "tuxedo" she'd picked out, black, thank Kami.
"Stand up."
"You're pushing it woman."
"Please Vegeta. It's only this one day."
I stayed seated.
"Look, if you do this for me, without fuss, then I'll do that thing you've been begging me to do."
I was to my feet before she finished her sentence. She proceeded to hold the long pieces of silky fabric up to me, silently going over things in her mind. I dared not enter it now and get sucked into her crazy little world she's created today. She finally settled on white, the same color she'd debated over for hours years ago when we were "married".
Next, from her heap on the table, she pulled an ordinary white box. When she opened it, I shoved it away. It was full of those horrid flowers she'd made me wear at the wedding. Not again. No way.
"Fine," she huffed, tossing the box to the floor. "Will you at least gel your hair down? It always cuts off people's heads in pictures, and you can't stand in the back 'cause-"
"Not another word woman. I'm aware of that, and the answer's simple."
"What?"
"Don't take any pictures."
"No, that's not going to happen. You're just going to have to stand on a soapbox behind everyone, and your hair will go off the top."
"Whatever. Anything else you want to bother me with?"
"Yeah." She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. I almost got too caught up in the moment and was tempted to throw her on the table. "Thanks for cooperating. You must really love me."
"Woman."
"Oo! I gotta go, 'Geta. My mom needs help outside."
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Finally the ceremony was about to start. Good thing, 'cause I was about to fall asleep leaning against a tree in the yard.
The woman grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the end of a long red carpet she'd had laid out in the grass, leading up to the same man from the wedding. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her hair was down up, which she usually never did, and there were those pearl things in it, and a strand of them on her neck. Her dress was white silk, though nothing so large and expensive as the one before; it went to the ground, covering her feet, and dragged behind her for about a foot. The front came down quite a bit, which I would have enjoyed, had there not been other eyes able to see as well.
You know what to do? she asked mentally.
No. Please tell me for the seven thousandth time.
Stop it. Just walk when the music comes on.
Yeah…
No sooner had she told me, did that dreadful music begin to play, and she tugged instinctively, I think, at my arm, even though I was already walking. Kami. Sometimes I think she believes me an invalid.
I spotted Terrak with his wife and daughter sitting in those ugly white metal chairs, to the left of the aisle. Good, there were only a dozen people here. Much better, woman. He was smiling at me, showing his teeth. He'd voiced his joy over this event earlier to me, much to my discussed.
"I'm happy for you Vegeta, I truly am. It's so good of you to allow Bulma to do these things, as much as they annoy and bore you. It really shows how much you love her."
We reached the "alter" a few seconds later, and stood, facing each other, holding hands. The man in his weird clothing said some words, then turned to Bulma and said, "Now repeat by words."
"I, Bulma Briefs, accept this honorable vow, as I love my husband. A great father and a wonderful companion; the only man I wish to call mine."
When the "priest" turned to me, he jumped slightly, as I was glaring at him. No, I was not to say what the woman said, and he best know that.
"I, Vegeta, accept this honorable vow, as I honor my wife," he said. Ok, I can live with that.
I repeated the words, much to the surprise of the woman, who must have thought I'd deny her.
When the ceremony was finally over, and the cake was nearly devoured—by myself, Trunks, Kakarot, and his son—the woman announced everyone was to leave, and thanked them for coming. I received a lot of near hugs and appreciated words from people, which I ignored and continued to eat my cake. The woman didn't bat an eyelash; I'd done my part.
Once inside, I lifted Bulma off her feet and carried her to our bedroom, tossing her on the bed. She went to unzip her dress, when I stopped her.
"No," I said huskily. "That's my job."
"Oh Vegeta. I can't thank you enough for today. It really meant a lot to me."
"Right."
"I love you."
And what happened next I can't disclose.
I can mention though, that the woman is mine, and will be forever. No other man will touch her; no harm will threaten her.
We are mates, and NOTHING will undo that.
"Vegeta, the bath's getting cold!"
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---Chapter 19!! And really this time it's done. Done, done, done. I swear. There's nothing more to tell. All done, and yay! How nice was that? :P Terrak and family, and renewing their vows. Awww!
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