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Thank you, guys, for reviewing! Thanks a whole lot to animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! And here, I updated!
To Trugeta: Yes, that's right! Obvious choices. I was having a bit of a problem on picking who would be the maid of honor, but I think Pan fits best. And then, of course, Goten for best man. Thank you!
Here you are, then...
The atmosphere had a frosted chill to it; one could almost taste the sweet and sour flavor of the air just by breathing it in. This certainly was the proper weather for heavier jackets and perhaps scarves.
"Goku, please hurry up!" Chi-Chi called. She growled. He never ever failed to hold them up when they had plans. "Goku!"
"Where's my jacket?" he wondered.
"I have your jacket, now come on!" Chi-Chi held out the brown jacket at arm's length.
"Oh, thanks!" He put it on and nodded to them. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Finally!" They stepped outside of the warm boundaries of their home and the cold air hit them full force. "Wow. This might be one of the coldest years we've had."
Chi-Chi, Goku, and Goten piled into their car and headed out to the city to search for some proper clothes for this February at the wedding. Goten especially required something nice since he was the best man.
They parked outside of the shopping center and made their way inside through the large sliding glass doors.
"Okay. Now let's see, I remember Bulma telling us about...there it is!" Chi- Chi led Goku and Goten into a shop with a fancy sign that read 'Weddings and More.' There were lovely gowns that certainly caught Chi-Chi's eye, and different tuxedos lined up on display.
"You boys go ahead and look for something," Chi-Chi told them. "I'm just going to browse at the dresses."
Goten shrugged at his father and headed across the shop to glance at the different tuxedos. There were, of course, the traditional black outfits, but there were also some rather...interesting ones that were white, gray, and navy blue. He looked particularly at the black ones.
"What are we looking for again?" Goku inquired innocently.
Goten sighed. He looked at the tags to search for a proper size, but found that the sizes weren't particularly easy to understand. He noted the numbers listed on the tags, ranging from the thirties to the forties. Whatever happened to plain old Smalls, Mediums, Larges?
"Are you having trouble?" Goten glanced behind him to one of the shop assistants.
"Believe it or not, I am. I don't get what these sizes are."
"Are you marrying?" she asked him.
"No, I'm the best man."
"I see. Well, if none of these outfits meet with your satisfaction, we always do adjustments."
Chi-Chi suddenly came up behind them. "Adjustments?"
"Yes, ma'am. We can arrange to adjust any dresses or suits so that they would fit properly and serve for the right occasion," the employee said.
"Is that where you take all of those measurements and then pin the suits up and stuff while the people are still wearing it?" Goku wondered.
"You could put it that way," she smiled.
"I think it would be helpful if we could get that done. We'll go ahead and set up an appointment!" Chi-Chi said.
"Certainly. If you'll just follow me, we can look through our calendars to find a proper time."
. . . . . .
"What about this one, Pan?" Videl asked, holding out a white dress in front of her.
"Hate that, too."
"Honey, you need a nice outfit," she told her daughter.
"Being the bride's maid is a great privilege and honor, Pan, you have to understand that," Gohan said. "And with that comes great responsibility. It means you'll have to be there to support Demi throughout everything she's going through and that you'll have to stand up with her."
"I know, but even Demi isn't wearing anything that fancy. She just has a white dress."
"I think I know what you need," Videl said, and dragged her daughter a ways across the shop until they found a row of slimming, black dresses with different fashioned skirts. "You can choose from these, it will still be alright."
"Much better!" Pan said, browsing at the different gowns for a while.
"By the way, Gohan, what are we going to wear?" Videl inquired.
"Good question. We could look for something while Pan is still browsing."
"Is that okay, sweetheart?"
"Go ahead, take your time. I might be a while, myself," Pan said, trying to decide on which outfit to go with.
When Videl and Gohan left Pan to look for a while, she suddenly met up with a fellow shopper. "Bra!"
"Hey, Pan. What's going on with you?"
"Oh, you know. Trying to look for my dress..."
"Yeah. I found a bunch of cute dresses, but I can't decide which one to wear." Bra, who was carrying several different gowns over her arm, showed each of them to a rather unexcited Pan.
"Hm. Well, have fun looking," she told her.
"I'm trying to decide between the red and the black right now," Bra told her as soon as she spotted one of the black dresses Pan had been looking had earlier. "What do you think I should pick?"
She's asking me of all people on what to wear? Pan thought. "Go with the black, it's more neutral."
"You're right," Bra nodded. "This red isn't the color that's going to be at my brother's wedding at all. Black is much better. Thank you!"
"Don't mention it," Pan said while still trying to figure out whether to get the dress with the shorter or longer skirt.
. . . . . .
Demi sat, trying to figure up what she owed the electric and phone companies for her bills, when a knocking at her front door distracted her.
"It's open!" she yelled, and glanced up to see Trunks. "Hello? What are you doing here? I thought you had to go find a suit today."
"Yeah, but I just found something on my way out that I thought you might want," he grinned. He joined her at the table, taking a seat next to her, and took out a small, dark blue velvet box from his pocket. He opened the lid for her to present the small, silver ring with the three, tiny diamonds banded across.
"Oh, it's really nice," she smiled, looking at it. "How sweet of you. But I thought you were going to wait until the wedding to let me wear it," she told him.
"I still am. I just thought you might want to see it, first."
"Well, when you put it that way..." She reached into her own pocket and pulled out a plain silver ring. She handed it to him with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Thanks," he said. "It's nice."
"Simple?"
"Well, seeing as how it's just a piece of silver, I don't think it could be much simpler than that," he assured her.
He handed it back to her and they both put the rings away.
"Well, you've got a lot to do," Trunks said.
"So do you."
"Hey, what about my goodbye?" he asked her in a teasing, pleading way.
"Bye," she waved.
Trunks suddenly turned her head to face him and planted a kiss on her lips rather unexpectedly, holding her to him with his hand around her neck. Finally, he broke the kiss and stared at her.
Neither of them said anything for a long while. Finally, Trunks spoke up. "I guess I ought to go, then."
Demi nodded.
. . . . . .
"Right here, Trunks. It's a tuxedo, it's black, what more can you ask for?" Bulma said.
"How about a proper fit?" He put his hands in his pockets.
"Good point. Excuse me!" Bulma caught the attention of one of the employees. "We want an appointment for this young man here for whatever it is you people do again?"
"You want us to personally make a suit for him," the woman said.
"That's it!"
"Of course, then! If you'll follow me, please, we can glance through the calendar quickly for a date."
They followed her to counter where they kept a large, black book handy. The employee opened it up and searched through the pages. "Now, then. When would you prefer to have your appointment?"
"Sometime this weekend would be best," Bulma said. "Saturday in the afternoon."
"Saturday," the assistant ran her finger down the page until she came across the appointments for Saturday. "Perfect. There's only one other appointment then, so we can fit you in easily. Is one o'clock in the afternoon alright?"
"Yeah," Trunks nodded.
"Good. Saturday at one o'clock, then."
"I'm so glad we're getting this done," Bulma said.
"Yeah. I'm glad, too, because it'll be over sooner this way."
"Oh, Trunks. Before you know it, you'll be married and all of this will be nothing but a memory. Try to make it a nice memory, that's my advice."
Okay, I finished that...was it okay? Review!
Thank you, guys, for reviewing! Thanks a whole lot to animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you! And here, I updated!
To Trugeta: Yes, that's right! Obvious choices. I was having a bit of a problem on picking who would be the maid of honor, but I think Pan fits best. And then, of course, Goten for best man. Thank you!
Here you are, then...
The atmosphere had a frosted chill to it; one could almost taste the sweet and sour flavor of the air just by breathing it in. This certainly was the proper weather for heavier jackets and perhaps scarves.
"Goku, please hurry up!" Chi-Chi called. She growled. He never ever failed to hold them up when they had plans. "Goku!"
"Where's my jacket?" he wondered.
"I have your jacket, now come on!" Chi-Chi held out the brown jacket at arm's length.
"Oh, thanks!" He put it on and nodded to them. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Finally!" They stepped outside of the warm boundaries of their home and the cold air hit them full force. "Wow. This might be one of the coldest years we've had."
Chi-Chi, Goku, and Goten piled into their car and headed out to the city to search for some proper clothes for this February at the wedding. Goten especially required something nice since he was the best man.
They parked outside of the shopping center and made their way inside through the large sliding glass doors.
"Okay. Now let's see, I remember Bulma telling us about...there it is!" Chi- Chi led Goku and Goten into a shop with a fancy sign that read 'Weddings and More.' There were lovely gowns that certainly caught Chi-Chi's eye, and different tuxedos lined up on display.
"You boys go ahead and look for something," Chi-Chi told them. "I'm just going to browse at the dresses."
Goten shrugged at his father and headed across the shop to glance at the different tuxedos. There were, of course, the traditional black outfits, but there were also some rather...interesting ones that were white, gray, and navy blue. He looked particularly at the black ones.
"What are we looking for again?" Goku inquired innocently.
Goten sighed. He looked at the tags to search for a proper size, but found that the sizes weren't particularly easy to understand. He noted the numbers listed on the tags, ranging from the thirties to the forties. Whatever happened to plain old Smalls, Mediums, Larges?
"Are you having trouble?" Goten glanced behind him to one of the shop assistants.
"Believe it or not, I am. I don't get what these sizes are."
"Are you marrying?" she asked him.
"No, I'm the best man."
"I see. Well, if none of these outfits meet with your satisfaction, we always do adjustments."
Chi-Chi suddenly came up behind them. "Adjustments?"
"Yes, ma'am. We can arrange to adjust any dresses or suits so that they would fit properly and serve for the right occasion," the employee said.
"Is that where you take all of those measurements and then pin the suits up and stuff while the people are still wearing it?" Goku wondered.
"You could put it that way," she smiled.
"I think it would be helpful if we could get that done. We'll go ahead and set up an appointment!" Chi-Chi said.
"Certainly. If you'll just follow me, we can look through our calendars to find a proper time."
. . . . . .
"What about this one, Pan?" Videl asked, holding out a white dress in front of her.
"Hate that, too."
"Honey, you need a nice outfit," she told her daughter.
"Being the bride's maid is a great privilege and honor, Pan, you have to understand that," Gohan said. "And with that comes great responsibility. It means you'll have to be there to support Demi throughout everything she's going through and that you'll have to stand up with her."
"I know, but even Demi isn't wearing anything that fancy. She just has a white dress."
"I think I know what you need," Videl said, and dragged her daughter a ways across the shop until they found a row of slimming, black dresses with different fashioned skirts. "You can choose from these, it will still be alright."
"Much better!" Pan said, browsing at the different gowns for a while.
"By the way, Gohan, what are we going to wear?" Videl inquired.
"Good question. We could look for something while Pan is still browsing."
"Is that okay, sweetheart?"
"Go ahead, take your time. I might be a while, myself," Pan said, trying to decide on which outfit to go with.
When Videl and Gohan left Pan to look for a while, she suddenly met up with a fellow shopper. "Bra!"
"Hey, Pan. What's going on with you?"
"Oh, you know. Trying to look for my dress..."
"Yeah. I found a bunch of cute dresses, but I can't decide which one to wear." Bra, who was carrying several different gowns over her arm, showed each of them to a rather unexcited Pan.
"Hm. Well, have fun looking," she told her.
"I'm trying to decide between the red and the black right now," Bra told her as soon as she spotted one of the black dresses Pan had been looking had earlier. "What do you think I should pick?"
She's asking me of all people on what to wear? Pan thought. "Go with the black, it's more neutral."
"You're right," Bra nodded. "This red isn't the color that's going to be at my brother's wedding at all. Black is much better. Thank you!"
"Don't mention it," Pan said while still trying to figure out whether to get the dress with the shorter or longer skirt.
. . . . . .
Demi sat, trying to figure up what she owed the electric and phone companies for her bills, when a knocking at her front door distracted her.
"It's open!" she yelled, and glanced up to see Trunks. "Hello? What are you doing here? I thought you had to go find a suit today."
"Yeah, but I just found something on my way out that I thought you might want," he grinned. He joined her at the table, taking a seat next to her, and took out a small, dark blue velvet box from his pocket. He opened the lid for her to present the small, silver ring with the three, tiny diamonds banded across.
"Oh, it's really nice," she smiled, looking at it. "How sweet of you. But I thought you were going to wait until the wedding to let me wear it," she told him.
"I still am. I just thought you might want to see it, first."
"Well, when you put it that way..." She reached into her own pocket and pulled out a plain silver ring. She handed it to him with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Thanks," he said. "It's nice."
"Simple?"
"Well, seeing as how it's just a piece of silver, I don't think it could be much simpler than that," he assured her.
He handed it back to her and they both put the rings away.
"Well, you've got a lot to do," Trunks said.
"So do you."
"Hey, what about my goodbye?" he asked her in a teasing, pleading way.
"Bye," she waved.
Trunks suddenly turned her head to face him and planted a kiss on her lips rather unexpectedly, holding her to him with his hand around her neck. Finally, he broke the kiss and stared at her.
Neither of them said anything for a long while. Finally, Trunks spoke up. "I guess I ought to go, then."
Demi nodded.
. . . . . .
"Right here, Trunks. It's a tuxedo, it's black, what more can you ask for?" Bulma said.
"How about a proper fit?" He put his hands in his pockets.
"Good point. Excuse me!" Bulma caught the attention of one of the employees. "We want an appointment for this young man here for whatever it is you people do again?"
"You want us to personally make a suit for him," the woman said.
"That's it!"
"Of course, then! If you'll follow me, please, we can glance through the calendar quickly for a date."
They followed her to counter where they kept a large, black book handy. The employee opened it up and searched through the pages. "Now, then. When would you prefer to have your appointment?"
"Sometime this weekend would be best," Bulma said. "Saturday in the afternoon."
"Saturday," the assistant ran her finger down the page until she came across the appointments for Saturday. "Perfect. There's only one other appointment then, so we can fit you in easily. Is one o'clock in the afternoon alright?"
"Yeah," Trunks nodded.
"Good. Saturday at one o'clock, then."
"I'm so glad we're getting this done," Bulma said.
"Yeah. I'm glad, too, because it'll be over sooner this way."
"Oh, Trunks. Before you know it, you'll be married and all of this will be nothing but a memory. Try to make it a nice memory, that's my advice."
Okay, I finished that...was it okay? Review!