Chapter the sixteenth
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Vegeta woke up the next morning with Bulma in his face. "Wake up, Vegeta! Wake up!" She hollered at her fiancee. Vegeta snapped to the sitting position. "What? What's the problem?" He asked her. Then he remembered they were going to get his tuxedo fitted today. He groaned heavily. "Isn't it so exiting, Vegeta? Trying on a tuxedo for our wedding?" Bulma asked. She threw him some underwear; they had been doing something the night before. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his head. "No. I don't want to try one on. You'll probably pick out one that's ugly!" He griped. Bulma ruffled his already ruffled from sex hair.
"Oh, be nice. You'll like it! There will be these woman looking you up and down to see if the tuxedo fits alright... It'd be men's heaven. Now come on and get up." Bulma advised. Her fiancee pulled himself to his bare feet and then walked over to his closet where he pulled out the suit that went underneath his saiyan armor but not the armor itself. He knew Bulma would just gripe if he tried to wear it out in public. He slipped it on over his head and then brushed his hair out breifly with a comb. "Come on! We're leaving Trunks with my parents and we'll stop to get something for breakfast along the way." Bulma said. She grabbed his hand tenderly and lead him out of the room. Tomorrow was the day they were to get married and Vegeta was getting a little bit of some shaky knees. He was going to LEAVE this woman in eight months god dangit! How come he was marrying her? Why couldn't he have just kept his original answer? He then felt Bulma tug his arm.
"Come on!" She told him. "Come faster! I can't wait to pick out your new tuxedo!" Vegeta found himself soon being dragged down the stairs and into the living room.
"AWW, doesn't he look just absolutely adorable?" Mrs.Breifs cooed to Vegeta when he got home from buying the tuxedo. Vegeta hadn't escaped from the immortal tortures of Bulma Breifs. She'd made him buy a LIME GREEN tuxedo! His face was flushed red and he was looking at the ground, shuffling his tiny feet. To top of the ugly shade of green the tuxedo was, an ugly bright orange bow tie was clipped on the front. Mrs.Breifs thought he was the cutest thing alive though. She was going gaga over him, for Christ's sake! "Aww, you look like such a nice and handsome young man!" She complemented her future son in law. Vegeta backed away from her. "Bulma...Let's go back into our room Okay? I want to get this silly thing off!" He griped. Bulma sighed and grabbed his hand. "Stop embarrassing him Mother. And don't be doing this tomorrow at the wedding. You'll embarrass him, right Vegeta?"
Vegeta slowly nodded. "Uh... Yeah." He said. Bulma drug him back into the room by his wrist and pushed him on the bed. "Take it off. And when it's taken off, be sure to fold it nicely and put it somewhere where it can be safe for tomorrow." She nagged. Vegeta did, just leaving him in his dark blue undershirt and spandex. He collapsed on the bed and watched Bulma taking her shoes off. Her squatted over behind was right in Veggie's eyes.
"You know, Vegeta... You're going to have to stay in a hotel tonight by yourself." She told him, turning around and slipping her arm around his neck to hug him. Vegeta didn't feel like being cuddled when she said this. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Is it some kind of a weird ritual that you humans do for weddings? I thought I was going to help you--"
Before Vegeta could finish his sentence, Bulma poked him under the chin and caused him to shut up. "In human wedding tradition, the woman and man aren't supposed to see eachother the day of the wedding until the actual wedding." She said. "And yes, today you are going to help me and my parents decorate the wedding chapel, even though the only guests are going to be the Capsule Corp. associates and them." She raised up from hugging Vegeta and then stood. "But that's tonight that you are going to stay at the hotel. Today we're gonna have fun decorating the chapel." Then she left her Veggie alone in the bedroom.
As Bulma and her parents hung up streamers, Vegeta was sitting on a pew in the church with Trunks in his lap. Vegeta felt like throwing the child across the room. It kept whining. "Shut up!" He told it. He watched Bulma struggle to reach high enough to hang up a streamer. "I'll get that. Take the brat." Vegeta said, literally chunking Bulma's baby at her. Bulma caught Trunks and handed Vegeta the streamers. "Be careful Cupcake. I don't want to lose my fiancee the day before the wedding." She said. Vegeta just sighed and flew up, draping the streamers all over everything and having a lot of fun. When he was done he floated down by Bulma and sat with her. She was cooing to that ugly child, or at least ugly in Vegeta's eyes.
"It's not like he can understand you, woman." Vegeta grumped hatefully. Bulma sighed at Vegeta and plopped Trunks into Mrs.Breifs' arms. "I know. But it's still nice to talk to babies. It helps them talk faster." She told him. Vegeta slowly nodded and then said, "But what you're saying is not at all intelligent. It's hard for me to understand." He heard Bulma give a hearty chuckle from beside him. Vegeta growled.
"What? Are you jealous because I don't talk to you like that? I can start if you want me too! Yes I can!!" Bulma cooed to Vegeta, grabbing his face with a hand. Vegeta drew his hands up to his face and pulled her hand off, then leaned backwards. "Stop that!" He complained. Bulma grabbed Vegeta and hugged him up in her lap. Vegeta was very embarrassed; for her parents looked right at them when she started to kiss him sloppily all over his face and like someone might do a baby. "I love my Veggies, Yes I do! I love him so so much, Yes I do!" She cooed to him somemore. Vegeta, who was now giggling dispite himself, began pushing at her face to make her stop kissing him. "Quit IT!" He squealed. He rolled his way out of her lap and thunked to the floor. "We'll have no more of THAT, now will we?" He griped, dusting himself off. He whacked Bulma on the head playfully and then went to explore what they had done with everything else around the church steeple.
"Looks good." He complemented, running back over to Bulma. Bulma smiled at him a little bit and then leaned her head back for a kiss. Vegeta gave it to her and then layed down in the pew, his head rudely using her legs as a pillow. He looked at her face as she stared forwards.
"Stop staring at me Veggie." Bulma said, bringing a hand down to stroke his jet black hair. Her thumb caressed his side burn in a way that made Vegeta shudder with anticipation. "I can stare at you all I want to." Vegeta grumbled. He quickly jerked his head up and brought it down as hard as he could on Bulma's legs to make her stop rubbing at his head. Bulma got his drift and stopped.
"You know... Maybe we should go home and start packing your suitcase for the hotel room. I've already made you reservations. Room 237." Bulma told him. Vegeta's eyes widened at the word 'Room 237.' But, him being a mighty saiyan, didn't say anything about the haunted hotel room. "Okay." He said. Bulma patted his chest and then made him sit up. "Fine. Come on." She said, leaving Trunks with her parents while she and Vegeta went to pack his suitcase.
"You're taking your razor, a little bottle of shaving cream... toothpaste... Toothbrush.... Underwear..." Bulma rambled as she shoved Vegeta's hord into his suitcase. Vegeta just watched her butt as she packed his stuff. He was really wanting some sweet Bulma sex at this moment before he left, something he was bound determined to get. Bulma shoved his muscle shirts and tank tops into the suitcase. "Anything else you think you might need?" She asked, standing up and massaging her sore back. Vegeta smirked at her. "As a matter of facts... Yes." He said. Bulma smirked back at him as he began to walk leisurly towards her. "And what might that be?" She asked.
Vegeta grabbed her around the waist and kissed her sloppily on the lips. "My good-bye present. My sex." He said. Bulma kissed him back, then pushed him down on the bed. "Not right now lover boy. I've gotta finish packing you." She scolded. Vegeta watched her leave him on the bed and was instantly mad. *Did she just turn down the Prince of all Saiyan's sex? MY sex? My sex has to be the best on Earth! I'm a demon in the sack!* He thought. When Bulma came back in she found him with his arms crossed and that hateful glare upon his handsome face. "What's you problem? I can't see you before tomorrow because of wedding tradition, so you can just get over it! I could make it even worse and give you Trunks to take to the hotel with you." She griped at him. Vegeta sighed out through his nose.
"Okay. I've got you all set for the trip." Bulma said. Vegeta had been laying in their bed and just watching her pack him without even helping. "I cannot believe you decided to make me go into a HOTEL room!" He growled. Bulma walked over to him and hugged him. "Sorry Baby but it's not like you have much of a choice." Then she ruffled his hair and left him on the bed. "Take a shower!" She yelled back at him from the living room. Vegeta slouched up and started to walk towards the shower, but then he saw Bulma walk past him in her slut outfit and his men's body got the best of him. He lunged out, grabbed her, and tackled her on the bed. He started to kiss all over her face and chest.
"VEGETA! STOP IT! GET OFF ME!" Bulma squealed in her donkey in labor voice. Vegeta just smirked a little and then pushed his face into the opening of her blouse. He began to kiss her chest and jugs. "Stop that!" She hissed at him again. He lifted his head up a little bit. "No." He said. "I won't RAPE you, but I'm most certainly going to kiss you if I want too!" Bulma grabbed his hair and tried to pull it out as he kissed her. She eventually gave in and started to rub his back sensually.
Vegeta's lips found the band of her panties. "What color are they?" He joked at her. Bulma giggled and stroked his hair like he was a baby. "Look and see." She said. But Vegeta didn't. He started to kiss her up her stomach again, and finally reached her lips. Once there he pulled away. "You want me now, or do you just want some more of this boring kissing sh*t?" He asked. To his surprise, Bulma stood up and began to button her blouse again. Vegeta snapped up from his position on the bed.
"What are you doing? How come you're buttoning your blouse?" He asked. "I almost had it off!" He got irritated as she did the familiar sashay walk over to him and stroked his cheek with her palm. "I don't want too right now, Vegeta. Tomorrow's our wedding and it can wait until the honey moon." She placed a hand in the middle of his chest and then pushed him back to the laying position, to where Bulma could see everything she wanted to see; for his shorts were very tight and his legs were spread. Bulma walked over to him and cupped her hand on his area. Vegeta froze, then kicked his legs. "No, I want you to come down here." He said. Bulma smirked miscieviously at him. "No." She said, stroking a finger up his tummy, chest, neck and chin. Then she left him there on the bed while she went to get Trunks.
When it was time for Vegeta to go into the hotel he looked at Bulma with a trembling bottom lip. "Bye." He said. "We didn't get to have sex!"
His fiancee came up and kissed his lips. "Aw well. Now go inside before I start regretting it. Wave Bye to daddy, Trunks!" She said, waving Trunks' arm. Vegeta paid no regards to the baby he hated so much as he stepped inside the sleazy hotel. "How come of all the hotels she could have chosen she had to choose this one?" He grumbled to himself as he went into his room.
The bed was as hard as a rock when he laid on it. "Yeouch!" He screamed, snapping up. The bed creaked and squeaked. "Hey." Vegeta grumbled as he laid back down. He really missed Bulma and wanted to have sex with her. Tomorrow at nine thirty, she'd be his wife and not just Bulma. He had set his alarm clock for eight o clock, though, so that he could get a head start and surely not be late. He thought it wouldn't be very polite if he were to show up for their wedding late. He had brought his tuxedo and things with him so he could get dressed in the morning to go. Their honey moon was simple; a weekend at a spa. A spa in which they could lay eachother all night long, that is! Vegeta sighed and crossed his arms behind his head, still remembering the touch of her hands on his body. It made him shudder with anticipation just thinking about it.
As he was thinking about Bulma he was also thinking about how she'd look in that wedding dress tomorrow. *Ooh La La!* He thought. The dress outlined her every curve and every last centimeter of her bosom; enough to make any groom come in his own pants. He just hoped he wasn't going to be that much misfortunate and do that in front of all of Bulma's little friends.
Bulma was playing with Trunks on her and Vegeta's bed, and her searching eyes found a black peice of Vegeta's hair. Trunks picked it up and started to play with it. Bulma lashed her hands out and grabbed the hair away from her son. "No Trunks. That's daddy's hair." She said. "You don't need to play with that." She dusted off Vegeta's side of the bed and laid down on it, taking in his sweet and manly scent as she did so. He was such a wonderful man... Such a handsome man... But such a jerk. What if he one day had one of his temper fits and killed her and her son? At this thought, Bulma's hands lashed out and she grabbed her infant son up in her arms. "Never will I let anyone hurt you. Not Daddy, not anyone." She told the child. But it was like talking to a wall. It just squirmed around in her arms and looked at her.
"Even though I wouldn't expect you to understand," Bulma said. She kissed her baby on the head and then fell asleep with it cuddled up in her arms, not even aware of what tomorrow would bring.
Vegeta awoke the next morning feeling as if he had gotten stoned the previous night. His head pounded and his usually soft and shiny hair was tousled about and wirey. It looked like he'd gotten in a fight with a snotty Kleenex and terribly lost. He looked around the room for any signs of what might have woken him up. Then he remembered the alarm clock.
"Oh yeah." He grumbled to himself. But when he looked at the time on it, it didn't say eight o clock. It said NINE O CLOCK! Vegeta gasped and started to chew on his fingernails. "Oh no! I over slept! What is she going to do to me now? I told her I'd marry her!!" His wondering eyes laid upon his green tuxedo, and his brain knew what to do. He zipped over and began madly pulling it on his body. "Come on you d@mn itchy, uncomfortable thing... Come ON!!" He screeched, fumbling with the zipper of the pants. He managed, though, to zip up a very important part in the male's anatomy. His yelp awoke every man, woman and their dog in the entire hotel.
"O.K...shaving." He said. He ran into the bathroom and sprayed some shaving cream on his open palm and then massaged it all over his chin, neck and jawbone. He took his Mach Three Turbo and began to shave it all off as fast as he could. He was watching the time on the alarm clock while he did this so he didn't realize the horrible nicks and cuts he was gaining so fast.
When he was done shaving, he brushed his teeth and hair, then burst into flight and out the window of the hotel, leaving his remaining stuff behind. "I'm coming, BULMA!" He screamed. *Now only if you'd just keep your composure until I can arrive.*
Bulma was bawling in the back room of the altar. "He didn't come! Vegeta didn't come! He ditched out on us! WAHH!" She bawled as her mother tried to soothe her. But nothing could soothe her now. How much he'd fooled her. She thought he LOVED her, would do ANYTHING for her, and now here he was not even showing up for their god d@mned wedding. She bawled into her hands harder and screwed up her make up. "Bulma, dear, He'll be here! He's probably just a little late; you know how saiyans are! Goku couldn't be on time if his life depended on it!!" Mr.Breifs reassured his daughter.
Bulma raised her miserable head from her hands. "But Daddy... Vegeta's nothing like Goku. Vegeta's mature, and so much dependable, and so much more..."
"Tired?"
Bulma's mom had finished that sentence for her. Bulma looked up at her mother and blinked. "No, that's impossible! Vegeta wouldn't over sleep for his wedding... Would he? I know he had a bad problem about it before, but..." She grumbled. Then a small smile erupted on her lips as she lifted Trunks from her mother's arms and hugged him. "Yeah. I bet you're right. I bet he just over slept like he does all the time." She said. "And he has some time left to show up; fifteen minutes. He'll be here in fifteen minutes." She bounced Trunks on her knee and then layed down on the small sofa, awaiting her Dad to tell her that Vegeta had arrived.
Vegeta was nowhere NEAR arriving to the wedding altar. He'd spent all that time getting ready and everything-- and now he didn't remember which way it was! He couldn't remember how to get to the place! Nobody there's ki was high enough to really distinguish, anyhow, except for Bulma's. He began to search around in his head for Bulma's ki. It was kind of hard to find when he had first met her because he didn't know her very well and couldn't distinguish it. Now he knew her ki like it was Kakarott's.
His searching mind finally came up with his fiancee's ki, but another matter was finding it and being able to place exactly where she was at. He knew how it looked at its surroundings ; he just wasn't sure about how to get to it from their. Pretty darned convienient, eh Bulma? He finally came up with her exact location and blasted off in that direction. *I guess I won't be a no show after all.* He thought.
Bulma was crying in one of the pews of the church, all of her associates staring at her, telling her she had to go back into the back room until the wedding march started. But she didn't listen. "He's not coming! There probably won't even BE a wedding! I should have remembered what a jerk he is and that he'd have a right mind to just ditch me and fly off the day before the wedding! I'll bet that's why he wanted to have sex, too! Because that would have been the last time he'd have a chance! Oh, I should have known! *Sniffle*" She sobbed. As she was smearing her mascara all over the cuffs of her expensive wedding dress, who should burst through the doors of the wedding chapel, run up to her and gather her in his arms but Vegeta. Everyone just stared for a minute at the strange scene. Then, Bulma finally slowly lifted her head to see who held her in his arms. She wasn't all that surprised when she saw that it was Vegeta. "V-Vegeta?" She asked. "You came? You're not a dream?" Vegeta just smirked at her as he stroked her hair. He noticed her mascara was mixed in with her tears, making muddy rivers stream down her normally pretty face. Now she looked like a monster.
"I woke up a little late. That blasted old alarm block must have been busted or something." He said in a stern voice. "D@mn it. I ki blasted it before I left to come here." He pushed Bulma up to where she was sitting, but she didn't stay that way. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his muscular neck. "Oh Vegeta! I was so convinced that you'd become a dead beat and run out on me and Trunks! I was crying so hard because I thought you had run away and-"
As she was rambling on and on, she felt Vegeta tuck a finger under her chin and tilt her face to where she was looking at him. They just stared at eachother for a minute until Vegeta finally spoke up. "I'd NEVER, NEVER break a promise, woman. I may be a jerk and I may be rude, but NEVER does a saiyan break a promise. Not even to a human." He told her softly. Bulma smiled at him a little bit. "I should have known that much. Pride would get in the way." She said. Vegeta smirked and then released her face. He stood up and offered his hand to her. "So, are we going to do this thing or what? We haven't got all day you know!" He said. Bulma smiled at him and wrenched herself up. "Sure! So is everyone in their proper places?"
As the Wedding March started, Vegeta expected to see a gorgeous beauty come walking down the aisle to marry him. But he saw a woman with ratty messed up hair from ripping at it, mascara caked all over her cheeks and eye lids and lip stick smeared everywhere. But she was still very pretty to him. He smirked, blushed, and looked at the floor as she walked towards him with a smile on her face. When she reached him and took his hand, he finally looked into her face. But not for very long before he was looking at the ground again. The whole altar grew hushed as Vegeta wearily recited his vows and repeated what the minister told him and Bulma to say. Finally, he said, "You may kiss the bride."
Vegeta looked at Bulma and thought. He had never, EVER kissed Bulma in front of anyone but his son and once, accidently, strangers when he'd gotten carried away with it in the mall. But never intentionally had he kissed her in front of anyone. Why was today to change that? He realized the whole room had gotten quiet as he pondered on whether to kiss her or not. Finally Bulma spoke up. "Vegeta... aren't you going to kiss me?" She asked.
Vegeta looked at her face, a face covered with sorrow and hurt. She'd been planning on him kissing her right away and not his saiyan pride clouding his judgement. *Screw you, Pride. You hear me? Screw you! I'm going to marry this woman, pride or no pride!* He thought. Before his pride could stop him anymore, he'd leaned forward and planted a rather large kiss on Bulma's lips in which she returned in gratitude. "Thank you." She whispered into his ear.
At the reception for Vegeta and Bulma's wedding that evening, everything seemed to be going fine. Bulma was up talking to friends and stuff about buisness while Vegeta was holding his son against his will and debating on whether or not to give him some spiked punch. Mrs.Breifs came over and sat by her now son in law.
"Hello, Vegeta!" She cooed at him. Vegeta averted his pupils to meet her gaze. "What is it you're wanting?" He asked. Trunks started to squirm in Vegeta's arms, almost causing him to drop the child. Not like Vegeta would have cared though anyway. Mrs.Breifs clapped a hand on Vegeta's broad shoulder. "I can't believe you got married, Vegeta, I mean it's so cute!" She said. "The first time I saw you, you were mean to Bulma and called her ugly! The way you guys act now....you wouldn't even think you'd be the same people! Look at you!"
Vegeta grumbled something horrible and took a drink of his wine. "You think so, huh?" He asked. The woman obviously didn't know that, even though Vegeta didn't WANT to, he was planning on leaving her daughter. But could he pull himself to do it? To leave the woman he'd grown to love in the last about two years? What would Bulma think when she realized he was gone forever? He put his head in his hands as he sipped on the straw and tried not to think about Bulma, his leaving her, or Mrs.Breifs annoying chattering right next to him.
**PLEASE, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW. PLEASE!!**
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Now, this is the chapter right before the chapter that he leaves. It's going to be eight months later, and he'll be preparing to go into space. However, he'll only be in space for a short time, considering that that only time he needs to be in space is going Super Saiyan. When he comes back, he'll be back to his normal jerky self because he'll have forgotten he feels anything for Bulma and Trunks. Now, the android saga WILL be kind of like the show, kind of not. I'll add some scenes... delete some scenes... the dialouge will be different, and not everything will happen and not every battle will be described. I might add some humor and some sweet scenes between Bulma and Vegeta, and Vegeta will be thinking and talking about her much more and she'll be thinking and talking about HIM much more. And I will most likely never have a scene without either Bulma or Vegeta in it.
Now, the battles will be very different. Like, take for example, the battle between Vegeta and Android 19 coming up. The way the show does the battle and the way I do it may be different. Some things in the battle might happen but be changed, like say when Vegeta rips the android's arms off in the show, I might add some blood, or add Vegeta saying something mocking, or instead of making Android 19 try to run like a baby just laying down and diying while Vegeta hits him with a Big Bang. And some things in the battle WILL NOT EVEN BE MENTIONED. BUT, VEGETA WILL LOSE THE BATTLES HE LOST IN THE SHOW AND WIN THE BATTLES HE WON IN THE SHOW, JUST NOT IN THE EXACT SAME WAY. IF MY STORY FOLLOWED THE EXACT GUIDELINES OF THE SHOW, IT WOULDN'T BE MUCH OF A STORY NOW WOULD IT?
Now, I just included this to tell you not to send me reviews complaining my storyline is screwed, because I know it is. I just knew it would be boring for you to be reading the show Dragonball Z, so it will be Dragonball Z in my way. Hey, I told you this story would be very long!!
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P.S-Sorry about the short chapter. Had to make room for the author's note.
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Vegeta woke up the next morning with Bulma in his face. "Wake up, Vegeta! Wake up!" She hollered at her fiancee. Vegeta snapped to the sitting position. "What? What's the problem?" He asked her. Then he remembered they were going to get his tuxedo fitted today. He groaned heavily. "Isn't it so exiting, Vegeta? Trying on a tuxedo for our wedding?" Bulma asked. She threw him some underwear; they had been doing something the night before. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his head. "No. I don't want to try one on. You'll probably pick out one that's ugly!" He griped. Bulma ruffled his already ruffled from sex hair.
"Oh, be nice. You'll like it! There will be these woman looking you up and down to see if the tuxedo fits alright... It'd be men's heaven. Now come on and get up." Bulma advised. Her fiancee pulled himself to his bare feet and then walked over to his closet where he pulled out the suit that went underneath his saiyan armor but not the armor itself. He knew Bulma would just gripe if he tried to wear it out in public. He slipped it on over his head and then brushed his hair out breifly with a comb. "Come on! We're leaving Trunks with my parents and we'll stop to get something for breakfast along the way." Bulma said. She grabbed his hand tenderly and lead him out of the room. Tomorrow was the day they were to get married and Vegeta was getting a little bit of some shaky knees. He was going to LEAVE this woman in eight months god dangit! How come he was marrying her? Why couldn't he have just kept his original answer? He then felt Bulma tug his arm.
"Come on!" She told him. "Come faster! I can't wait to pick out your new tuxedo!" Vegeta found himself soon being dragged down the stairs and into the living room.
"AWW, doesn't he look just absolutely adorable?" Mrs.Breifs cooed to Vegeta when he got home from buying the tuxedo. Vegeta hadn't escaped from the immortal tortures of Bulma Breifs. She'd made him buy a LIME GREEN tuxedo! His face was flushed red and he was looking at the ground, shuffling his tiny feet. To top of the ugly shade of green the tuxedo was, an ugly bright orange bow tie was clipped on the front. Mrs.Breifs thought he was the cutest thing alive though. She was going gaga over him, for Christ's sake! "Aww, you look like such a nice and handsome young man!" She complemented her future son in law. Vegeta backed away from her. "Bulma...Let's go back into our room Okay? I want to get this silly thing off!" He griped. Bulma sighed and grabbed his hand. "Stop embarrassing him Mother. And don't be doing this tomorrow at the wedding. You'll embarrass him, right Vegeta?"
Vegeta slowly nodded. "Uh... Yeah." He said. Bulma drug him back into the room by his wrist and pushed him on the bed. "Take it off. And when it's taken off, be sure to fold it nicely and put it somewhere where it can be safe for tomorrow." She nagged. Vegeta did, just leaving him in his dark blue undershirt and spandex. He collapsed on the bed and watched Bulma taking her shoes off. Her squatted over behind was right in Veggie's eyes.
"You know, Vegeta... You're going to have to stay in a hotel tonight by yourself." She told him, turning around and slipping her arm around his neck to hug him. Vegeta didn't feel like being cuddled when she said this. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Is it some kind of a weird ritual that you humans do for weddings? I thought I was going to help you--"
Before Vegeta could finish his sentence, Bulma poked him under the chin and caused him to shut up. "In human wedding tradition, the woman and man aren't supposed to see eachother the day of the wedding until the actual wedding." She said. "And yes, today you are going to help me and my parents decorate the wedding chapel, even though the only guests are going to be the Capsule Corp. associates and them." She raised up from hugging Vegeta and then stood. "But that's tonight that you are going to stay at the hotel. Today we're gonna have fun decorating the chapel." Then she left her Veggie alone in the bedroom.
As Bulma and her parents hung up streamers, Vegeta was sitting on a pew in the church with Trunks in his lap. Vegeta felt like throwing the child across the room. It kept whining. "Shut up!" He told it. He watched Bulma struggle to reach high enough to hang up a streamer. "I'll get that. Take the brat." Vegeta said, literally chunking Bulma's baby at her. Bulma caught Trunks and handed Vegeta the streamers. "Be careful Cupcake. I don't want to lose my fiancee the day before the wedding." She said. Vegeta just sighed and flew up, draping the streamers all over everything and having a lot of fun. When he was done he floated down by Bulma and sat with her. She was cooing to that ugly child, or at least ugly in Vegeta's eyes.
"It's not like he can understand you, woman." Vegeta grumped hatefully. Bulma sighed at Vegeta and plopped Trunks into Mrs.Breifs' arms. "I know. But it's still nice to talk to babies. It helps them talk faster." She told him. Vegeta slowly nodded and then said, "But what you're saying is not at all intelligent. It's hard for me to understand." He heard Bulma give a hearty chuckle from beside him. Vegeta growled.
"What? Are you jealous because I don't talk to you like that? I can start if you want me too! Yes I can!!" Bulma cooed to Vegeta, grabbing his face with a hand. Vegeta drew his hands up to his face and pulled her hand off, then leaned backwards. "Stop that!" He complained. Bulma grabbed Vegeta and hugged him up in her lap. Vegeta was very embarrassed; for her parents looked right at them when she started to kiss him sloppily all over his face and like someone might do a baby. "I love my Veggies, Yes I do! I love him so so much, Yes I do!" She cooed to him somemore. Vegeta, who was now giggling dispite himself, began pushing at her face to make her stop kissing him. "Quit IT!" He squealed. He rolled his way out of her lap and thunked to the floor. "We'll have no more of THAT, now will we?" He griped, dusting himself off. He whacked Bulma on the head playfully and then went to explore what they had done with everything else around the church steeple.
"Looks good." He complemented, running back over to Bulma. Bulma smiled at him a little bit and then leaned her head back for a kiss. Vegeta gave it to her and then layed down in the pew, his head rudely using her legs as a pillow. He looked at her face as she stared forwards.
"Stop staring at me Veggie." Bulma said, bringing a hand down to stroke his jet black hair. Her thumb caressed his side burn in a way that made Vegeta shudder with anticipation. "I can stare at you all I want to." Vegeta grumbled. He quickly jerked his head up and brought it down as hard as he could on Bulma's legs to make her stop rubbing at his head. Bulma got his drift and stopped.
"You know... Maybe we should go home and start packing your suitcase for the hotel room. I've already made you reservations. Room 237." Bulma told him. Vegeta's eyes widened at the word 'Room 237.' But, him being a mighty saiyan, didn't say anything about the haunted hotel room. "Okay." He said. Bulma patted his chest and then made him sit up. "Fine. Come on." She said, leaving Trunks with her parents while she and Vegeta went to pack his suitcase.
"You're taking your razor, a little bottle of shaving cream... toothpaste... Toothbrush.... Underwear..." Bulma rambled as she shoved Vegeta's hord into his suitcase. Vegeta just watched her butt as she packed his stuff. He was really wanting some sweet Bulma sex at this moment before he left, something he was bound determined to get. Bulma shoved his muscle shirts and tank tops into the suitcase. "Anything else you think you might need?" She asked, standing up and massaging her sore back. Vegeta smirked at her. "As a matter of facts... Yes." He said. Bulma smirked back at him as he began to walk leisurly towards her. "And what might that be?" She asked.
Vegeta grabbed her around the waist and kissed her sloppily on the lips. "My good-bye present. My sex." He said. Bulma kissed him back, then pushed him down on the bed. "Not right now lover boy. I've gotta finish packing you." She scolded. Vegeta watched her leave him on the bed and was instantly mad. *Did she just turn down the Prince of all Saiyan's sex? MY sex? My sex has to be the best on Earth! I'm a demon in the sack!* He thought. When Bulma came back in she found him with his arms crossed and that hateful glare upon his handsome face. "What's you problem? I can't see you before tomorrow because of wedding tradition, so you can just get over it! I could make it even worse and give you Trunks to take to the hotel with you." She griped at him. Vegeta sighed out through his nose.
"Okay. I've got you all set for the trip." Bulma said. Vegeta had been laying in their bed and just watching her pack him without even helping. "I cannot believe you decided to make me go into a HOTEL room!" He growled. Bulma walked over to him and hugged him. "Sorry Baby but it's not like you have much of a choice." Then she ruffled his hair and left him on the bed. "Take a shower!" She yelled back at him from the living room. Vegeta slouched up and started to walk towards the shower, but then he saw Bulma walk past him in her slut outfit and his men's body got the best of him. He lunged out, grabbed her, and tackled her on the bed. He started to kiss all over her face and chest.
"VEGETA! STOP IT! GET OFF ME!" Bulma squealed in her donkey in labor voice. Vegeta just smirked a little and then pushed his face into the opening of her blouse. He began to kiss her chest and jugs. "Stop that!" She hissed at him again. He lifted his head up a little bit. "No." He said. "I won't RAPE you, but I'm most certainly going to kiss you if I want too!" Bulma grabbed his hair and tried to pull it out as he kissed her. She eventually gave in and started to rub his back sensually.
Vegeta's lips found the band of her panties. "What color are they?" He joked at her. Bulma giggled and stroked his hair like he was a baby. "Look and see." She said. But Vegeta didn't. He started to kiss her up her stomach again, and finally reached her lips. Once there he pulled away. "You want me now, or do you just want some more of this boring kissing sh*t?" He asked. To his surprise, Bulma stood up and began to button her blouse again. Vegeta snapped up from his position on the bed.
"What are you doing? How come you're buttoning your blouse?" He asked. "I almost had it off!" He got irritated as she did the familiar sashay walk over to him and stroked his cheek with her palm. "I don't want too right now, Vegeta. Tomorrow's our wedding and it can wait until the honey moon." She placed a hand in the middle of his chest and then pushed him back to the laying position, to where Bulma could see everything she wanted to see; for his shorts were very tight and his legs were spread. Bulma walked over to him and cupped her hand on his area. Vegeta froze, then kicked his legs. "No, I want you to come down here." He said. Bulma smirked miscieviously at him. "No." She said, stroking a finger up his tummy, chest, neck and chin. Then she left him there on the bed while she went to get Trunks.
When it was time for Vegeta to go into the hotel he looked at Bulma with a trembling bottom lip. "Bye." He said. "We didn't get to have sex!"
His fiancee came up and kissed his lips. "Aw well. Now go inside before I start regretting it. Wave Bye to daddy, Trunks!" She said, waving Trunks' arm. Vegeta paid no regards to the baby he hated so much as he stepped inside the sleazy hotel. "How come of all the hotels she could have chosen she had to choose this one?" He grumbled to himself as he went into his room.
The bed was as hard as a rock when he laid on it. "Yeouch!" He screamed, snapping up. The bed creaked and squeaked. "Hey." Vegeta grumbled as he laid back down. He really missed Bulma and wanted to have sex with her. Tomorrow at nine thirty, she'd be his wife and not just Bulma. He had set his alarm clock for eight o clock, though, so that he could get a head start and surely not be late. He thought it wouldn't be very polite if he were to show up for their wedding late. He had brought his tuxedo and things with him so he could get dressed in the morning to go. Their honey moon was simple; a weekend at a spa. A spa in which they could lay eachother all night long, that is! Vegeta sighed and crossed his arms behind his head, still remembering the touch of her hands on his body. It made him shudder with anticipation just thinking about it.
As he was thinking about Bulma he was also thinking about how she'd look in that wedding dress tomorrow. *Ooh La La!* He thought. The dress outlined her every curve and every last centimeter of her bosom; enough to make any groom come in his own pants. He just hoped he wasn't going to be that much misfortunate and do that in front of all of Bulma's little friends.
Bulma was playing with Trunks on her and Vegeta's bed, and her searching eyes found a black peice of Vegeta's hair. Trunks picked it up and started to play with it. Bulma lashed her hands out and grabbed the hair away from her son. "No Trunks. That's daddy's hair." She said. "You don't need to play with that." She dusted off Vegeta's side of the bed and laid down on it, taking in his sweet and manly scent as she did so. He was such a wonderful man... Such a handsome man... But such a jerk. What if he one day had one of his temper fits and killed her and her son? At this thought, Bulma's hands lashed out and she grabbed her infant son up in her arms. "Never will I let anyone hurt you. Not Daddy, not anyone." She told the child. But it was like talking to a wall. It just squirmed around in her arms and looked at her.
"Even though I wouldn't expect you to understand," Bulma said. She kissed her baby on the head and then fell asleep with it cuddled up in her arms, not even aware of what tomorrow would bring.
Vegeta awoke the next morning feeling as if he had gotten stoned the previous night. His head pounded and his usually soft and shiny hair was tousled about and wirey. It looked like he'd gotten in a fight with a snotty Kleenex and terribly lost. He looked around the room for any signs of what might have woken him up. Then he remembered the alarm clock.
"Oh yeah." He grumbled to himself. But when he looked at the time on it, it didn't say eight o clock. It said NINE O CLOCK! Vegeta gasped and started to chew on his fingernails. "Oh no! I over slept! What is she going to do to me now? I told her I'd marry her!!" His wondering eyes laid upon his green tuxedo, and his brain knew what to do. He zipped over and began madly pulling it on his body. "Come on you d@mn itchy, uncomfortable thing... Come ON!!" He screeched, fumbling with the zipper of the pants. He managed, though, to zip up a very important part in the male's anatomy. His yelp awoke every man, woman and their dog in the entire hotel.
"O.K...shaving." He said. He ran into the bathroom and sprayed some shaving cream on his open palm and then massaged it all over his chin, neck and jawbone. He took his Mach Three Turbo and began to shave it all off as fast as he could. He was watching the time on the alarm clock while he did this so he didn't realize the horrible nicks and cuts he was gaining so fast.
When he was done shaving, he brushed his teeth and hair, then burst into flight and out the window of the hotel, leaving his remaining stuff behind. "I'm coming, BULMA!" He screamed. *Now only if you'd just keep your composure until I can arrive.*
Bulma was bawling in the back room of the altar. "He didn't come! Vegeta didn't come! He ditched out on us! WAHH!" She bawled as her mother tried to soothe her. But nothing could soothe her now. How much he'd fooled her. She thought he LOVED her, would do ANYTHING for her, and now here he was not even showing up for their god d@mned wedding. She bawled into her hands harder and screwed up her make up. "Bulma, dear, He'll be here! He's probably just a little late; you know how saiyans are! Goku couldn't be on time if his life depended on it!!" Mr.Breifs reassured his daughter.
Bulma raised her miserable head from her hands. "But Daddy... Vegeta's nothing like Goku. Vegeta's mature, and so much dependable, and so much more..."
"Tired?"
Bulma's mom had finished that sentence for her. Bulma looked up at her mother and blinked. "No, that's impossible! Vegeta wouldn't over sleep for his wedding... Would he? I know he had a bad problem about it before, but..." She grumbled. Then a small smile erupted on her lips as she lifted Trunks from her mother's arms and hugged him. "Yeah. I bet you're right. I bet he just over slept like he does all the time." She said. "And he has some time left to show up; fifteen minutes. He'll be here in fifteen minutes." She bounced Trunks on her knee and then layed down on the small sofa, awaiting her Dad to tell her that Vegeta had arrived.
Vegeta was nowhere NEAR arriving to the wedding altar. He'd spent all that time getting ready and everything-- and now he didn't remember which way it was! He couldn't remember how to get to the place! Nobody there's ki was high enough to really distinguish, anyhow, except for Bulma's. He began to search around in his head for Bulma's ki. It was kind of hard to find when he had first met her because he didn't know her very well and couldn't distinguish it. Now he knew her ki like it was Kakarott's.
His searching mind finally came up with his fiancee's ki, but another matter was finding it and being able to place exactly where she was at. He knew how it looked at its surroundings ; he just wasn't sure about how to get to it from their. Pretty darned convienient, eh Bulma? He finally came up with her exact location and blasted off in that direction. *I guess I won't be a no show after all.* He thought.
Bulma was crying in one of the pews of the church, all of her associates staring at her, telling her she had to go back into the back room until the wedding march started. But she didn't listen. "He's not coming! There probably won't even BE a wedding! I should have remembered what a jerk he is and that he'd have a right mind to just ditch me and fly off the day before the wedding! I'll bet that's why he wanted to have sex, too! Because that would have been the last time he'd have a chance! Oh, I should have known! *Sniffle*" She sobbed. As she was smearing her mascara all over the cuffs of her expensive wedding dress, who should burst through the doors of the wedding chapel, run up to her and gather her in his arms but Vegeta. Everyone just stared for a minute at the strange scene. Then, Bulma finally slowly lifted her head to see who held her in his arms. She wasn't all that surprised when she saw that it was Vegeta. "V-Vegeta?" She asked. "You came? You're not a dream?" Vegeta just smirked at her as he stroked her hair. He noticed her mascara was mixed in with her tears, making muddy rivers stream down her normally pretty face. Now she looked like a monster.
"I woke up a little late. That blasted old alarm block must have been busted or something." He said in a stern voice. "D@mn it. I ki blasted it before I left to come here." He pushed Bulma up to where she was sitting, but she didn't stay that way. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his muscular neck. "Oh Vegeta! I was so convinced that you'd become a dead beat and run out on me and Trunks! I was crying so hard because I thought you had run away and-"
As she was rambling on and on, she felt Vegeta tuck a finger under her chin and tilt her face to where she was looking at him. They just stared at eachother for a minute until Vegeta finally spoke up. "I'd NEVER, NEVER break a promise, woman. I may be a jerk and I may be rude, but NEVER does a saiyan break a promise. Not even to a human." He told her softly. Bulma smiled at him a little bit. "I should have known that much. Pride would get in the way." She said. Vegeta smirked and then released her face. He stood up and offered his hand to her. "So, are we going to do this thing or what? We haven't got all day you know!" He said. Bulma smiled at him and wrenched herself up. "Sure! So is everyone in their proper places?"
As the Wedding March started, Vegeta expected to see a gorgeous beauty come walking down the aisle to marry him. But he saw a woman with ratty messed up hair from ripping at it, mascara caked all over her cheeks and eye lids and lip stick smeared everywhere. But she was still very pretty to him. He smirked, blushed, and looked at the floor as she walked towards him with a smile on her face. When she reached him and took his hand, he finally looked into her face. But not for very long before he was looking at the ground again. The whole altar grew hushed as Vegeta wearily recited his vows and repeated what the minister told him and Bulma to say. Finally, he said, "You may kiss the bride."
Vegeta looked at Bulma and thought. He had never, EVER kissed Bulma in front of anyone but his son and once, accidently, strangers when he'd gotten carried away with it in the mall. But never intentionally had he kissed her in front of anyone. Why was today to change that? He realized the whole room had gotten quiet as he pondered on whether to kiss her or not. Finally Bulma spoke up. "Vegeta... aren't you going to kiss me?" She asked.
Vegeta looked at her face, a face covered with sorrow and hurt. She'd been planning on him kissing her right away and not his saiyan pride clouding his judgement. *Screw you, Pride. You hear me? Screw you! I'm going to marry this woman, pride or no pride!* He thought. Before his pride could stop him anymore, he'd leaned forward and planted a rather large kiss on Bulma's lips in which she returned in gratitude. "Thank you." She whispered into his ear.
At the reception for Vegeta and Bulma's wedding that evening, everything seemed to be going fine. Bulma was up talking to friends and stuff about buisness while Vegeta was holding his son against his will and debating on whether or not to give him some spiked punch. Mrs.Breifs came over and sat by her now son in law.
"Hello, Vegeta!" She cooed at him. Vegeta averted his pupils to meet her gaze. "What is it you're wanting?" He asked. Trunks started to squirm in Vegeta's arms, almost causing him to drop the child. Not like Vegeta would have cared though anyway. Mrs.Breifs clapped a hand on Vegeta's broad shoulder. "I can't believe you got married, Vegeta, I mean it's so cute!" She said. "The first time I saw you, you were mean to Bulma and called her ugly! The way you guys act now....you wouldn't even think you'd be the same people! Look at you!"
Vegeta grumbled something horrible and took a drink of his wine. "You think so, huh?" He asked. The woman obviously didn't know that, even though Vegeta didn't WANT to, he was planning on leaving her daughter. But could he pull himself to do it? To leave the woman he'd grown to love in the last about two years? What would Bulma think when she realized he was gone forever? He put his head in his hands as he sipped on the straw and tried not to think about Bulma, his leaving her, or Mrs.Breifs annoying chattering right next to him.
**PLEASE, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW. PLEASE!!**
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Now, this is the chapter right before the chapter that he leaves. It's going to be eight months later, and he'll be preparing to go into space. However, he'll only be in space for a short time, considering that that only time he needs to be in space is going Super Saiyan. When he comes back, he'll be back to his normal jerky self because he'll have forgotten he feels anything for Bulma and Trunks. Now, the android saga WILL be kind of like the show, kind of not. I'll add some scenes... delete some scenes... the dialouge will be different, and not everything will happen and not every battle will be described. I might add some humor and some sweet scenes between Bulma and Vegeta, and Vegeta will be thinking and talking about her much more and she'll be thinking and talking about HIM much more. And I will most likely never have a scene without either Bulma or Vegeta in it.
Now, the battles will be very different. Like, take for example, the battle between Vegeta and Android 19 coming up. The way the show does the battle and the way I do it may be different. Some things in the battle might happen but be changed, like say when Vegeta rips the android's arms off in the show, I might add some blood, or add Vegeta saying something mocking, or instead of making Android 19 try to run like a baby just laying down and diying while Vegeta hits him with a Big Bang. And some things in the battle WILL NOT EVEN BE MENTIONED. BUT, VEGETA WILL LOSE THE BATTLES HE LOST IN THE SHOW AND WIN THE BATTLES HE WON IN THE SHOW, JUST NOT IN THE EXACT SAME WAY. IF MY STORY FOLLOWED THE EXACT GUIDELINES OF THE SHOW, IT WOULDN'T BE MUCH OF A STORY NOW WOULD IT?
Now, I just included this to tell you not to send me reviews complaining my storyline is screwed, because I know it is. I just knew it would be boring for you to be reading the show Dragonball Z, so it will be Dragonball Z in my way. Hey, I told you this story would be very long!!
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P.S-Sorry about the short chapter. Had to make room for the author's note.
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