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Okay, this one hasn't been checked out completely by my editor, because I'm getting impatient. He's taking far too long to help me edit...Anyways, a really big thanks to Squal D. Zolo for reviewing the last chapter!
To Squal D. Zolo: Thanks a bunch for the compliments! Yeah, people seem to enjoy Vegeta's little habits. Sorry I didn't update sooner. I used to update every single day, you know.
Alrighty, then...
It was cold and dark outside. Even at this time of month in February there were still a few more weeks of winter to expect, but everyone was excited. Winter weddings seemed enchanting.
"Okay, Chi-Chi, I think we can call it quits," Bulma glanced at her wristwatch. "It's already ten thirty, so I should be going."
They had been preparing all day for the wedding. Chi-Chi set her needle and thread aside and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She examined her work. "I finally finished it."
"It's lovely. You did a terrific job...I finally completed my project." She held out the tiny ribbons and flowers she had carefully arranged. They would sit beside the silverware at the reception.
"Good." Her friend nodded. "So I'll see you tomorrow? Just one more day until the wedding."
"I know. My baby is getting married." Bulma clutched the flowers and ribbons close to her chest.
"Yeah. It wasn't that long ago when we were scolding our boys for chasing after Majin Buu."
"All of those memories...You know, you're a parent for so long and suddenly you just have to let your son or daughter go and hope for the best."
Chi-Chi saw the sadness in her friend's face and smiled sadly yet consolingly. She had felt the same way before. "Just because he's moving away doesn't mean you're not a parent anymore. And besides, having a new addition to the family is wonderful."
"Yeah." Bulma nodded. "I know..." She tapped her watch again. I should probably get going." She stood up from her chair and made her way toward the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bulma."
"Bye." The two waved. Chi-Chi closed the door with a sigh. I need sleep, she thought, and she headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
. . . . . .
It was the day before the wedding. Pan reluctantly submitted to her mother while she sat upon the stool in front of the bathroom mirror. She flinched with every tug and pull at her scalp. Videl had wanted to fix her hair up for the wedding tomorrow, and thought it was a good idea to practice before the actual day. "Ouch! Mom!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Your hair is very stubborn." She pulled her daughter's long, black hair back tightly and started to wrap a hair band around it.
"Why me? I'll bet even the bride isn't having as much trouble as I am."
"You'd be surprised. Demi is probably having a worse time than you are, as a matter of fact. Now hold still so we can get this done faster. You'll like it once it's done, trust me."
Videl proceeded to wrap Pan's hair in a tight bun before loosening a few raven strands so they added some to the look. Next, she grabbed the hot curling iron and curled the loose strands so that they fell down in beautiful waves.
"Am I done?"
"Just a few more adjustments," her mother replied before starting on her daughter's bangs. She created some volume in her forehead bangs, and then took the curling iron up for the longer side strands. She finished it off with some hairspray. "What do you think?"
Pan stared at the reflection in surprise. She actually looked very lovely and refined. "Not bad," she answered, grinning.
"Videl!" Gohan glanced in from the hallway. "Finally found you." He noticed his young daughter. "Wow, don't you look beautiful, honey! You look very nice!"
"The credit goes to Mom. She did most of the work."
"So you're ready for the wedding, then." Gohan grinned. "Are you nervous?"
"A little," she admitted.
"You're going to do a great job, tomorrow, sweetie. I have confidence in you," Videl said.
. . . . . .
"I can't believe you have a recipe for weddings cakes." Bulma watched Chi- Chi scurry about the kitchen.
"I don't have a recipe. I'm concocting this confectionary creation from basic knowledge." She took down the enormous box of flour from the upper cabinet. "Are you going to help me, or what?"
"Help you?"
"Well, I gave you cooking lessons after all! Why don't you get the sugar?"
Bulma nervously grabbed an apron from one of the drawers and tied it on before hunting down the sugar.
"Now, as much flour tripled...no, quadrupled as in the other cake," she thought before scooping out dozens of cup measurements of flour. "Okay. Next, we need some baking powder. I'll take care of that. So Bulma, you put in fifteen cups of sugar."
"Fifteen!"
"Come on, the sooner we get this going, the sooner we'll finish," she told her before searching through the shelves again for her next ingredient.
Chi-Chi took down the tins of baking powder and started to figure up the proper measurements. Just then, the front doorbell rang. A voice rang through the house. "I'll get it!"
Goten approached the door and opened it to find that their suits, after having been accidentally soiled when he and Goku were trying them on (they didn't bother to at least be careful when they had their coffee), were back from the cleaner's.
"Son residence?"
"Yeah. I'll take those."
"Alright, then. Have a nice day." The delivery person headed off just when Goten shut the door.
"Sounds like the boys' suits finally got here," Chi-Chi said. "Good luck to them tomorrow."
"Yeah, they'll need it. Weddings require harder work than you think. Speaking of which, I was going to tell you about a little surprise I arranged."
. . . . . .
Demi paused as she headed to her room and clenched Trunks's ring in her hand. It was warm from being held for so long.
She thought for a moment. They had been so patient for so long, and at last they were getting married. They were going to be joined in holy matrimony tomorrow! All of the hectic days had suddenly slipped past them.
Demi was very nervous, there was no point in even trying to deny it. She was terrified! Even though she was in her mid-twenties, it was as if she were handing in her childhood in exchange for becoming a young woman. Things were changing so quickly for her.
She continued to her bedroom where she grabbed up a brush and stared into the mirror. How was she going to do her hair? And when, all of a sudden, did she start to feel as if she had to look fancy? She started to experiment with her hair to find a nice style. After all, she didn't have much time left...
. . . . . .
"Bulma, did you get the milk?"
"Um..."
"Never mind. You get out the oil and I'll get the milk." She grabbed a large carton from the refrigerator and proceeded to pour it into her sweet mixture. "Now...oil."
"What?"
Chi-Chi groaned and went over to the cabinets. "I swear if you want to do something, you've got to do it yourself."
Just then, Goku entered the kitchen. He looked around. "Hi, guys. What are you making?" He spied the mixture. "Mmm!" He glanced over warily to Chi- Chi, who was still looking through the cabinets, and slowly moved his finger towards the bowl.
Suddenly, she turned back and shouted. "Keep off!"
"Aw..." Goku sunk his head in disappointment. "But I like the cake stuff..."
"Be patient, dear. I'll let you have the bowl when I'm done."
"Yum!" He smiled. "Do I get to lick the beaters, too?"
"Sure..." She took down the bottle of oil and poured it into the mixture.
"Is there anything I should be doing?" Bulma asked.
"Why don't you mix all of this up with the beaters while I add the rest of the ingredients? Just keep mixing it," Chi-Chi answered.
"Sure thing."
"Boy, all of this work," Chi-Chi muttered. "At least everything is moving along okay. This is the last day we really work, since tomorrow is when Trunks and Demi are marrying."
Bulma nodded in agreement. "Yeah. My baby's getting married..."
Okay, I thought it would do for the moment. Guess it'll have to...review!
Okay, this one hasn't been checked out completely by my editor, because I'm getting impatient. He's taking far too long to help me edit...Anyways, a really big thanks to Squal D. Zolo for reviewing the last chapter!
To Squal D. Zolo: Thanks a bunch for the compliments! Yeah, people seem to enjoy Vegeta's little habits. Sorry I didn't update sooner. I used to update every single day, you know.
Alrighty, then...
It was cold and dark outside. Even at this time of month in February there were still a few more weeks of winter to expect, but everyone was excited. Winter weddings seemed enchanting.
"Okay, Chi-Chi, I think we can call it quits," Bulma glanced at her wristwatch. "It's already ten thirty, so I should be going."
They had been preparing all day for the wedding. Chi-Chi set her needle and thread aside and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She examined her work. "I finally finished it."
"It's lovely. You did a terrific job...I finally completed my project." She held out the tiny ribbons and flowers she had carefully arranged. They would sit beside the silverware at the reception.
"Good." Her friend nodded. "So I'll see you tomorrow? Just one more day until the wedding."
"I know. My baby is getting married." Bulma clutched the flowers and ribbons close to her chest.
"Yeah. It wasn't that long ago when we were scolding our boys for chasing after Majin Buu."
"All of those memories...You know, you're a parent for so long and suddenly you just have to let your son or daughter go and hope for the best."
Chi-Chi saw the sadness in her friend's face and smiled sadly yet consolingly. She had felt the same way before. "Just because he's moving away doesn't mean you're not a parent anymore. And besides, having a new addition to the family is wonderful."
"Yeah." Bulma nodded. "I know..." She tapped her watch again. I should probably get going." She stood up from her chair and made her way toward the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bulma."
"Bye." The two waved. Chi-Chi closed the door with a sigh. I need sleep, she thought, and she headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
. . . . . .
It was the day before the wedding. Pan reluctantly submitted to her mother while she sat upon the stool in front of the bathroom mirror. She flinched with every tug and pull at her scalp. Videl had wanted to fix her hair up for the wedding tomorrow, and thought it was a good idea to practice before the actual day. "Ouch! Mom!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Your hair is very stubborn." She pulled her daughter's long, black hair back tightly and started to wrap a hair band around it.
"Why me? I'll bet even the bride isn't having as much trouble as I am."
"You'd be surprised. Demi is probably having a worse time than you are, as a matter of fact. Now hold still so we can get this done faster. You'll like it once it's done, trust me."
Videl proceeded to wrap Pan's hair in a tight bun before loosening a few raven strands so they added some to the look. Next, she grabbed the hot curling iron and curled the loose strands so that they fell down in beautiful waves.
"Am I done?"
"Just a few more adjustments," her mother replied before starting on her daughter's bangs. She created some volume in her forehead bangs, and then took the curling iron up for the longer side strands. She finished it off with some hairspray. "What do you think?"
Pan stared at the reflection in surprise. She actually looked very lovely and refined. "Not bad," she answered, grinning.
"Videl!" Gohan glanced in from the hallway. "Finally found you." He noticed his young daughter. "Wow, don't you look beautiful, honey! You look very nice!"
"The credit goes to Mom. She did most of the work."
"So you're ready for the wedding, then." Gohan grinned. "Are you nervous?"
"A little," she admitted.
"You're going to do a great job, tomorrow, sweetie. I have confidence in you," Videl said.
. . . . . .
"I can't believe you have a recipe for weddings cakes." Bulma watched Chi- Chi scurry about the kitchen.
"I don't have a recipe. I'm concocting this confectionary creation from basic knowledge." She took down the enormous box of flour from the upper cabinet. "Are you going to help me, or what?"
"Help you?"
"Well, I gave you cooking lessons after all! Why don't you get the sugar?"
Bulma nervously grabbed an apron from one of the drawers and tied it on before hunting down the sugar.
"Now, as much flour tripled...no, quadrupled as in the other cake," she thought before scooping out dozens of cup measurements of flour. "Okay. Next, we need some baking powder. I'll take care of that. So Bulma, you put in fifteen cups of sugar."
"Fifteen!"
"Come on, the sooner we get this going, the sooner we'll finish," she told her before searching through the shelves again for her next ingredient.
Chi-Chi took down the tins of baking powder and started to figure up the proper measurements. Just then, the front doorbell rang. A voice rang through the house. "I'll get it!"
Goten approached the door and opened it to find that their suits, after having been accidentally soiled when he and Goku were trying them on (they didn't bother to at least be careful when they had their coffee), were back from the cleaner's.
"Son residence?"
"Yeah. I'll take those."
"Alright, then. Have a nice day." The delivery person headed off just when Goten shut the door.
"Sounds like the boys' suits finally got here," Chi-Chi said. "Good luck to them tomorrow."
"Yeah, they'll need it. Weddings require harder work than you think. Speaking of which, I was going to tell you about a little surprise I arranged."
. . . . . .
Demi paused as she headed to her room and clenched Trunks's ring in her hand. It was warm from being held for so long.
She thought for a moment. They had been so patient for so long, and at last they were getting married. They were going to be joined in holy matrimony tomorrow! All of the hectic days had suddenly slipped past them.
Demi was very nervous, there was no point in even trying to deny it. She was terrified! Even though she was in her mid-twenties, it was as if she were handing in her childhood in exchange for becoming a young woman. Things were changing so quickly for her.
She continued to her bedroom where she grabbed up a brush and stared into the mirror. How was she going to do her hair? And when, all of a sudden, did she start to feel as if she had to look fancy? She started to experiment with her hair to find a nice style. After all, she didn't have much time left...
. . . . . .
"Bulma, did you get the milk?"
"Um..."
"Never mind. You get out the oil and I'll get the milk." She grabbed a large carton from the refrigerator and proceeded to pour it into her sweet mixture. "Now...oil."
"What?"
Chi-Chi groaned and went over to the cabinets. "I swear if you want to do something, you've got to do it yourself."
Just then, Goku entered the kitchen. He looked around. "Hi, guys. What are you making?" He spied the mixture. "Mmm!" He glanced over warily to Chi- Chi, who was still looking through the cabinets, and slowly moved his finger towards the bowl.
Suddenly, she turned back and shouted. "Keep off!"
"Aw..." Goku sunk his head in disappointment. "But I like the cake stuff..."
"Be patient, dear. I'll let you have the bowl when I'm done."
"Yum!" He smiled. "Do I get to lick the beaters, too?"
"Sure..." She took down the bottle of oil and poured it into the mixture.
"Is there anything I should be doing?" Bulma asked.
"Why don't you mix all of this up with the beaters while I add the rest of the ingredients? Just keep mixing it," Chi-Chi answered.
"Sure thing."
"Boy, all of this work," Chi-Chi muttered. "At least everything is moving along okay. This is the last day we really work, since tomorrow is when Trunks and Demi are marrying."
Bulma nodded in agreement. "Yeah. My baby's getting married..."
Okay, I thought it would do for the moment. Guess it'll have to...review!