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Thanks much, guys, for reviewing the last chapter(s)! You know how much I love reviews! So special thanks to animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! I always strive to do my best. And about the beautiful wedding...here it is!
To Trugeta, chapter 15: Thank you! I wonder how well Bulma will do at cooking, myself. I'm thinking 'Should I, or no?'
To Trugeta, chapter 16: Nervousness shows through eventually, it has to!
Here we are...
Chi-Chi shuffled about her bedroom, searching through the vanity drawers, under her bed, and under large piles of clothes. "Where is it?" She flipped over an upside down laundry basket.
Goku entered the room from the hallway, holding his white shirt. "Um...Chi- Chi, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to put this on," he told her.
"In a moment, dear, I'm looking for something I lost." She flipped the covers of her bed back frantically but found that it wasn't there.
"Oh, are you talking about that little thing you made? You put it in your nightstand drawer under your book," her husband said.
She rapidly went to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open. She threw the book out and smiled joyfully when she saw it. "Yes! I knew I couldn't have truly misplaced it. Thanks, honey."
Goku grinned and shrugged.
"Now, then, let's get your tuxedo on. But we've got to make it quick, because I still need to get ready."
That was more than apparent to even Goku. He had been hoping she wasn't going to attend the wedding in her night outfit...
Chi-Chi helped her husband get his shirt on properly and fixed his bowtie. She straightened it a bit. "There. Now you have the jacket with this, too, right?" She noticed he didn't have at hand.
"Of course!"
"Hey, Mom?" Goten came in through the doorway. He had almost successfully put on the entire suit, with the exception of his bowtie.
"Oh, Goten, you look so handsome!" Chi-Chi complimented. "My goodness, I've never seen you this nice!"
"Thanks. Do you think you could help me out with this?" He handed the bowtie to her.
"Sure." She started to tie it up neatly. "By the way, don't you have to be at the church a little early as the best man?"
"Yeah. I probably need to head out as soon as I'm done getting ready," he replied.
She finished up his bowtie and tightened it just slightly. "Well, good luck! I'm sure you're going to do an excellent job."
"Thanks, Mom. Bye." He waved and exited the room to head down the stairs.
. . . . . .
Pan hurriedly pulled her tights up and slipped her black shoes on before rushing out to the hallway. She halted right within the doorway of her parents' bedroom. "What do you think? Is it okay?" she asked.
Gohan glanced over to his daughter and nodded with a grin. She'd slipped on her slim, black dress and had appropriately accessorized it with a white rose at the chest. "Yeah. Definitely. You look very beautiful, sweetheart."
"What about my hair? Does it need to be fixed up a bit more?" she inquired.
Videl smiled and shook her head. "Honey, you look lovely. Just be confident."
"I'm confident," she replied. "Maybe some makeup wouldn't hurt. Can I borrow some of your eye shadow, Mom?"
Gohan's tone became somewhat stern as he spoke. "Pan, relax. You're just going to the wedding, not a beauty contest."
"I know, but...I admit it, okay. I'm nervous!"
"That's natural," Videl told her after slipping her black high heels on. "There's nothing wrong with being nervous."
Gohan turned from the mirror to his daughter abruptly. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be at the church right now?"
Pan slapped both of her hands to her cheeks. "Oh, gosh! I almost forgot! I got to run, guys! See you later!"
. . . . . .
Vegeta scowled as he waited impatiently for Bulma at the bottom of the stairs. Bra stood beside him and held Chain in her arms. "How long does it take?" she asked.
"Bulma! Do you want to be late?" In truth, Vegeta could care less, but it was sure to awaken the woman so that they wouldn't have to loiter any longer.
"You have to not worry, Vegeta," came a voice from the top of the staircase. Bulma stood in a black skirt with a fancy, cream-colored shirt. "They can't start without us, you know." She descended the staircase.
"Can we please leave, then? I grow impatient of standing around waiting for you," he remarked, never looking at her with his arms crossed.
"Of course, dear." With an affectionate smile lingering upon her face, Bulma held her arm out for him to reluctantly take.
. . . . . .
"Chi-Chi!" Goku called. He continually glanced up at the clock on the wall while standing with the cake in one hand. Chi-Chi had said they were going to drop it off at the reception area shortly before going to the chapel. "Boy, now I know what it feels like to wait for somebody," he murmured to himself.
Chi-Chi suddenly descended the staircase and approached her husband. She took his free hand lovingly in hers and smiled up at him. "Let's go."
Goku glanced over to Chi-Chi. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked into her lovely eyes. She was dressed in a beautiful cream-colored outfit with her hair pulled back nicely the way she always used to when she let her front and side bangs fall. She was enchanting.
"Aren't we going?" she asked nicely. "I have this to give to Demi before it starts." She held a small white box in her hand.
"Yeah, let's go," he nodded.
. . . . . .
"I assume you're ready, then," the priest said to Trunks.
He stood at the altar, facing the doorway to the chapel, dressed formally and handsomely in his black tuxedo. "Yeah...I'm really nervous."
"By the way you're sweating, I guessed that," he told him. "Are you going to be able to make it through this without drowning yourself?"
Trunks blinked several times before wiping his brow frantically.
Outside the large room, the assembly gradually began to form. Gohan and Videl were the first to make it. They stood out in the foyer, when suddenly their daughter passed them by. "Oh, hi, guys."
"How's everything going with the bride?"
"I just went to grab her a magazine." She held up a church catalog.
"What does she want that for?" Gohan wondered.
Pan shrugged. She headed to the closed doors at the side of the waiting area and knocked loudly.
"Yeah," a voice answered.
Pan opened the door slowly and peeked in. "Hey, it's me. How are you doing? I got the magazine."
"Do I look okay?" Demi asked uneasily, turning to her friend from the mirror. "How's my hair? Is it alright?"
"Yeah," she nodded. Pan stepped in and closed the door behind her.
"What about my makeup? Too heavy? Or is it too light?" Demi pointed to her face.
"No, it's fine."
"Yeah. Oh, here's Trunks's ring." She handed her the silver band. "Don't lose it, please."
"I won't."
"Don't forget to hand the ring to me first before I give it to Trunks. You won't forget, will you?"
"Here's the magazine." Pan held out the gloss-cover journal.
Demi immediately took it and began to twist it up, wrenching it tightly, twisting back and forth with her hands fretfully.
Pan shook her head and departed from the room to wait alongside her family.
"How's she doing?" Gohan asked.
"She's going to be just fine," Pan grinned.
Trunks stared back and forth from the ground to the door while continually wiping his forehead. Then, he suddenly noticed that the priest was holding a tissue out in front of him. "Oh, thanks." He took it and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Goten abruptly came down the chapel stairs, holding an out-of-date phonebook in his hand. He paused when spying Gohan and Videl. "Oh, hey guys. You made it."
"Yes, we did. We're just waiting..."
"Yeah. Well, I to get this to Trunks." He held up the phone book. "Be back in a second."
Goten slipped through the doors and came up to Trunks. "Here."
He took the phone book and promptly began to shred it to pieces.
"Before you make a mess, put it in here." The priest, still looking through his book, held out a communion bowl.
"What for?" Trunks asked.
"Heck, maybe you can use it for confetti later on," he replied. "Just take my advice and don't scatter a whole bunch of yellow paper around you before you're married."
Trunks set the bowl down on the table behind him and continued with his destruction upon the yellow and white pages. He flicked all of the scraps into the communion bowl.
"Okay, well, good luck." Goten left the room to wait outside with the others.
Vegeta, Bulma, Bra, and Chain were the next to arrive. They came inside and proceeded with greeting Gohan, Videl, Pan, and Goten.
"Bulma, you look absolutely lovely!" Videl complimented.
"Yeah, I'm still as young as ever," she winked.
"And look at Chain." Videl smiled at the young baby. "She looks so cute."
Bra smiled down at her baby sister, whom she held within her arms.
Later on, Goku and Chi-Chi finally arrived. Chi-Chi advanced over to the room where Demi was and peered in. She'd ripped her magazine in half long ago, and decided to pass the time by pacing. "Demi? Can I come in?"
She looked over to Chi-Chi. "Yes."
She closed the door behind her and approached the young bride. Holding both of her hands in hers, she smiled. "Good luck. I know you're going to make a wonderful wife for Trunks, and I know you'll both be very, very happy. This is for you." She presented the white box.
Demi opened it up and was rather surprised to discover her gift. "You got me a garter?"
"Did you forget about the garter?" The Son woman asked slyly.
"I guess I must have." She slipped it on immediately around her leg.
"I made it myself." Chi-Chi smiled with pride.
"You made this? That was so good of you."
Then, Chi-Chi couldn't help but throw her arms around the bride in a tight hug. When she let go, she grinned. "I'll let you get ready. In the meantime, I'd better join Goku."
"Thank you," Demi waved.
Trunks still sweated while he remained at the altar. "Hey, can I get another tissue?"
"What do I look like, a charity organization?" The priest held out the entire box for the groom, who took it gratefully and proceeded to mop his forehead.
"Hey, kid, what time is it?"
"You mean you're not keeping track of the time?"
"Oh, forget it. I'll just open the doors anyway." The priest headed down the aisle and opened the double doors for the assembly.
"Finally!" Chi-Chi exclaimed.
"Okay, you two, do a good job." Goku watched as Pan and Goten stepped out first and headed up to the altar. They stopped and waited for the rest of the gathering to file out.
The priest soon joined the groom, best man, and bride's maid. He went back to glancing through his book. "Still nervous?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," Trunks replied, pulling out more tissues from the box to wipe his brow.
Bulma, Bra, and Chain proceeded up along the aisle to sit in the front pew. They waved happily to Trunks, who replied with several tight blinks and another wipe across his forehead.
Goku, Chi-Chi, Videl, and Gohan took their places a small ways behind Bulma and her family. Videl leaned forward quickly to wave to Pan.
Meanwhile, Vegeta stood beside the closed doors to Demi's room. He seemed patient while standing with his arms crossed. Then, the doors opened behind him and out stepped the bride, dressed in her long white gown, holding a small bouquet in one hand. She took her place next to him anxiously, and suddenly Vegeta wrapped his arm around hers.
Vegeta could feel the small trembles that shivered down her light arm. This woman was worried! Perhaps she'd regain her confidence when it came time for him to give her away.
Finally, lovely classical music began to play in the main room, and Vegeta and Demi both took their first steps.
They turned past the corner and proceeded to march steadily down the long, red carpet. All heads turned to stare and smile at both of them.
Trunks stood stiffly while his hands quivered and his heart pounded. Goten and Pan glanced from the groom to the bride continually while keeping the rings at hand.
Finally, Vegeta and Demi came up to the altar, and he released her arm in order to head back to his family and swiftly take his seat.
The priest looked out over the group solemnly and spoke. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honorable state, and into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined."
Videl gripped Gohan's arm tightly with her hands, leaning forward in joyful apprehension. He unknowingly copied her movements.
In front of them, Bra didn't seem to realize how tightly she was holding Chain while staring at her brother fondly. Her big brother was getting married now. Finally, he was marrying, and she would have an older sister...
Chi-Chi wrapped both of her arms around Goku's affectionately while staring up at bride, groom, and priest. Here was the joyous event taking place right before their eyes. It brought back countless memories to her, and she mentally grinned.
Bulma took Vegeta's hand within hers while blinking back tears. When had her little boy suddenly turned into a man? When had he suddenly grown so tall? Bulma wondered if Demi's mother might have thought 'When did she suddenly grow to be a woman?' if she were here.
Vegeta was very proud, though he wouldn't admit it. Trunks couldn't have picked a finer woman. She was beautiful, strong, and would undoubtedly make him a proper wife. If he knew Demi, she would provide the proper support and motivation for his son.
Goten and Pan stayed silent. Their best friend was getting married. All through their childhood, Trunks had been so supporting and encouraging. Now, he would have someone to support and encourage him.
"Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not be lawfully joined together, let him now speak, or else here after forever hold his peace."
No one spoke. Only smiles and grins filled the room.
The priest stood taller before the couple, which was staring into one another's eyes. Suddenly, they broke gazes and turned to their friends. Goten handed Trunks the silver and diamond ring, and Pan gave Demi the plain silver band.
Taking her hand gently, Trunks slipped the small ring over her finger. Afterwards, she did the same with him, and they looked back up at one another.
"Will you, as an expression that your hearts are joined together in love, now please join hands," the priest requested.
They willingly did as they were told, gripping each other's hands with intimacy and inner joy.
"Trunks Briefs, do you take Demi to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her. So long as you both shall live?"
Trunks gave a small smile. "I do."
The priest nodded. "Demi, do you take Trunks Briefs to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him. So long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she said.
"In as much as you have each pledged to the other of your lifelong commitment, love and devotion, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Everyone's lingering smiles widened.
"Trunks Briefs, you may kiss your bride!" the priest exclaimed.
Trunks put his hands around his wife and pulled her forward. He leaned his face into hers and set his lips against her own, locking her to him for several long seconds. Finally, they pulled away with unbelieving expressions.
"Okay, people!" the priest waved. "No more special treatment, so go to the reception and have a good time."
The story's not over, just in case some of you thought that. Don't forget, there's still the reception! Review!
Thanks much, guys, for reviewing the last chapter(s)! You know how much I love reviews! So special thanks to animeprincess1452 and Trugeta!
To animeprincess1452: I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! I always strive to do my best. And about the beautiful wedding...here it is!
To Trugeta, chapter 15: Thank you! I wonder how well Bulma will do at cooking, myself. I'm thinking 'Should I, or no?'
To Trugeta, chapter 16: Nervousness shows through eventually, it has to!
Here we are...
Chi-Chi shuffled about her bedroom, searching through the vanity drawers, under her bed, and under large piles of clothes. "Where is it?" She flipped over an upside down laundry basket.
Goku entered the room from the hallway, holding his white shirt. "Um...Chi- Chi, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to put this on," he told her.
"In a moment, dear, I'm looking for something I lost." She flipped the covers of her bed back frantically but found that it wasn't there.
"Oh, are you talking about that little thing you made? You put it in your nightstand drawer under your book," her husband said.
She rapidly went to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open. She threw the book out and smiled joyfully when she saw it. "Yes! I knew I couldn't have truly misplaced it. Thanks, honey."
Goku grinned and shrugged.
"Now, then, let's get your tuxedo on. But we've got to make it quick, because I still need to get ready."
That was more than apparent to even Goku. He had been hoping she wasn't going to attend the wedding in her night outfit...
Chi-Chi helped her husband get his shirt on properly and fixed his bowtie. She straightened it a bit. "There. Now you have the jacket with this, too, right?" She noticed he didn't have at hand.
"Of course!"
"Hey, Mom?" Goten came in through the doorway. He had almost successfully put on the entire suit, with the exception of his bowtie.
"Oh, Goten, you look so handsome!" Chi-Chi complimented. "My goodness, I've never seen you this nice!"
"Thanks. Do you think you could help me out with this?" He handed the bowtie to her.
"Sure." She started to tie it up neatly. "By the way, don't you have to be at the church a little early as the best man?"
"Yeah. I probably need to head out as soon as I'm done getting ready," he replied.
She finished up his bowtie and tightened it just slightly. "Well, good luck! I'm sure you're going to do an excellent job."
"Thanks, Mom. Bye." He waved and exited the room to head down the stairs.
. . . . . .
Pan hurriedly pulled her tights up and slipped her black shoes on before rushing out to the hallway. She halted right within the doorway of her parents' bedroom. "What do you think? Is it okay?" she asked.
Gohan glanced over to his daughter and nodded with a grin. She'd slipped on her slim, black dress and had appropriately accessorized it with a white rose at the chest. "Yeah. Definitely. You look very beautiful, sweetheart."
"What about my hair? Does it need to be fixed up a bit more?" she inquired.
Videl smiled and shook her head. "Honey, you look lovely. Just be confident."
"I'm confident," she replied. "Maybe some makeup wouldn't hurt. Can I borrow some of your eye shadow, Mom?"
Gohan's tone became somewhat stern as he spoke. "Pan, relax. You're just going to the wedding, not a beauty contest."
"I know, but...I admit it, okay. I'm nervous!"
"That's natural," Videl told her after slipping her black high heels on. "There's nothing wrong with being nervous."
Gohan turned from the mirror to his daughter abruptly. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be at the church right now?"
Pan slapped both of her hands to her cheeks. "Oh, gosh! I almost forgot! I got to run, guys! See you later!"
. . . . . .
Vegeta scowled as he waited impatiently for Bulma at the bottom of the stairs. Bra stood beside him and held Chain in her arms. "How long does it take?" she asked.
"Bulma! Do you want to be late?" In truth, Vegeta could care less, but it was sure to awaken the woman so that they wouldn't have to loiter any longer.
"You have to not worry, Vegeta," came a voice from the top of the staircase. Bulma stood in a black skirt with a fancy, cream-colored shirt. "They can't start without us, you know." She descended the staircase.
"Can we please leave, then? I grow impatient of standing around waiting for you," he remarked, never looking at her with his arms crossed.
"Of course, dear." With an affectionate smile lingering upon her face, Bulma held her arm out for him to reluctantly take.
. . . . . .
"Chi-Chi!" Goku called. He continually glanced up at the clock on the wall while standing with the cake in one hand. Chi-Chi had said they were going to drop it off at the reception area shortly before going to the chapel. "Boy, now I know what it feels like to wait for somebody," he murmured to himself.
Chi-Chi suddenly descended the staircase and approached her husband. She took his free hand lovingly in hers and smiled up at him. "Let's go."
Goku glanced over to Chi-Chi. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked into her lovely eyes. She was dressed in a beautiful cream-colored outfit with her hair pulled back nicely the way she always used to when she let her front and side bangs fall. She was enchanting.
"Aren't we going?" she asked nicely. "I have this to give to Demi before it starts." She held a small white box in her hand.
"Yeah, let's go," he nodded.
. . . . . .
"I assume you're ready, then," the priest said to Trunks.
He stood at the altar, facing the doorway to the chapel, dressed formally and handsomely in his black tuxedo. "Yeah...I'm really nervous."
"By the way you're sweating, I guessed that," he told him. "Are you going to be able to make it through this without drowning yourself?"
Trunks blinked several times before wiping his brow frantically.
Outside the large room, the assembly gradually began to form. Gohan and Videl were the first to make it. They stood out in the foyer, when suddenly their daughter passed them by. "Oh, hi, guys."
"How's everything going with the bride?"
"I just went to grab her a magazine." She held up a church catalog.
"What does she want that for?" Gohan wondered.
Pan shrugged. She headed to the closed doors at the side of the waiting area and knocked loudly.
"Yeah," a voice answered.
Pan opened the door slowly and peeked in. "Hey, it's me. How are you doing? I got the magazine."
"Do I look okay?" Demi asked uneasily, turning to her friend from the mirror. "How's my hair? Is it alright?"
"Yeah," she nodded. Pan stepped in and closed the door behind her.
"What about my makeup? Too heavy? Or is it too light?" Demi pointed to her face.
"No, it's fine."
"Yeah. Oh, here's Trunks's ring." She handed her the silver band. "Don't lose it, please."
"I won't."
"Don't forget to hand the ring to me first before I give it to Trunks. You won't forget, will you?"
"Here's the magazine." Pan held out the gloss-cover journal.
Demi immediately took it and began to twist it up, wrenching it tightly, twisting back and forth with her hands fretfully.
Pan shook her head and departed from the room to wait alongside her family.
"How's she doing?" Gohan asked.
"She's going to be just fine," Pan grinned.
Trunks stared back and forth from the ground to the door while continually wiping his forehead. Then, he suddenly noticed that the priest was holding a tissue out in front of him. "Oh, thanks." He took it and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Goten abruptly came down the chapel stairs, holding an out-of-date phonebook in his hand. He paused when spying Gohan and Videl. "Oh, hey guys. You made it."
"Yes, we did. We're just waiting..."
"Yeah. Well, I to get this to Trunks." He held up the phone book. "Be back in a second."
Goten slipped through the doors and came up to Trunks. "Here."
He took the phone book and promptly began to shred it to pieces.
"Before you make a mess, put it in here." The priest, still looking through his book, held out a communion bowl.
"What for?" Trunks asked.
"Heck, maybe you can use it for confetti later on," he replied. "Just take my advice and don't scatter a whole bunch of yellow paper around you before you're married."
Trunks set the bowl down on the table behind him and continued with his destruction upon the yellow and white pages. He flicked all of the scraps into the communion bowl.
"Okay, well, good luck." Goten left the room to wait outside with the others.
Vegeta, Bulma, Bra, and Chain were the next to arrive. They came inside and proceeded with greeting Gohan, Videl, Pan, and Goten.
"Bulma, you look absolutely lovely!" Videl complimented.
"Yeah, I'm still as young as ever," she winked.
"And look at Chain." Videl smiled at the young baby. "She looks so cute."
Bra smiled down at her baby sister, whom she held within her arms.
Later on, Goku and Chi-Chi finally arrived. Chi-Chi advanced over to the room where Demi was and peered in. She'd ripped her magazine in half long ago, and decided to pass the time by pacing. "Demi? Can I come in?"
She looked over to Chi-Chi. "Yes."
She closed the door behind her and approached the young bride. Holding both of her hands in hers, she smiled. "Good luck. I know you're going to make a wonderful wife for Trunks, and I know you'll both be very, very happy. This is for you." She presented the white box.
Demi opened it up and was rather surprised to discover her gift. "You got me a garter?"
"Did you forget about the garter?" The Son woman asked slyly.
"I guess I must have." She slipped it on immediately around her leg.
"I made it myself." Chi-Chi smiled with pride.
"You made this? That was so good of you."
Then, Chi-Chi couldn't help but throw her arms around the bride in a tight hug. When she let go, she grinned. "I'll let you get ready. In the meantime, I'd better join Goku."
"Thank you," Demi waved.
Trunks still sweated while he remained at the altar. "Hey, can I get another tissue?"
"What do I look like, a charity organization?" The priest held out the entire box for the groom, who took it gratefully and proceeded to mop his forehead.
"Hey, kid, what time is it?"
"You mean you're not keeping track of the time?"
"Oh, forget it. I'll just open the doors anyway." The priest headed down the aisle and opened the double doors for the assembly.
"Finally!" Chi-Chi exclaimed.
"Okay, you two, do a good job." Goku watched as Pan and Goten stepped out first and headed up to the altar. They stopped and waited for the rest of the gathering to file out.
The priest soon joined the groom, best man, and bride's maid. He went back to glancing through his book. "Still nervous?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," Trunks replied, pulling out more tissues from the box to wipe his brow.
Bulma, Bra, and Chain proceeded up along the aisle to sit in the front pew. They waved happily to Trunks, who replied with several tight blinks and another wipe across his forehead.
Goku, Chi-Chi, Videl, and Gohan took their places a small ways behind Bulma and her family. Videl leaned forward quickly to wave to Pan.
Meanwhile, Vegeta stood beside the closed doors to Demi's room. He seemed patient while standing with his arms crossed. Then, the doors opened behind him and out stepped the bride, dressed in her long white gown, holding a small bouquet in one hand. She took her place next to him anxiously, and suddenly Vegeta wrapped his arm around hers.
Vegeta could feel the small trembles that shivered down her light arm. This woman was worried! Perhaps she'd regain her confidence when it came time for him to give her away.
Finally, lovely classical music began to play in the main room, and Vegeta and Demi both took their first steps.
They turned past the corner and proceeded to march steadily down the long, red carpet. All heads turned to stare and smile at both of them.
Trunks stood stiffly while his hands quivered and his heart pounded. Goten and Pan glanced from the groom to the bride continually while keeping the rings at hand.
Finally, Vegeta and Demi came up to the altar, and he released her arm in order to head back to his family and swiftly take his seat.
The priest looked out over the group solemnly and spoke. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honorable state, and into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined."
Videl gripped Gohan's arm tightly with her hands, leaning forward in joyful apprehension. He unknowingly copied her movements.
In front of them, Bra didn't seem to realize how tightly she was holding Chain while staring at her brother fondly. Her big brother was getting married now. Finally, he was marrying, and she would have an older sister...
Chi-Chi wrapped both of her arms around Goku's affectionately while staring up at bride, groom, and priest. Here was the joyous event taking place right before their eyes. It brought back countless memories to her, and she mentally grinned.
Bulma took Vegeta's hand within hers while blinking back tears. When had her little boy suddenly turned into a man? When had he suddenly grown so tall? Bulma wondered if Demi's mother might have thought 'When did she suddenly grow to be a woman?' if she were here.
Vegeta was very proud, though he wouldn't admit it. Trunks couldn't have picked a finer woman. She was beautiful, strong, and would undoubtedly make him a proper wife. If he knew Demi, she would provide the proper support and motivation for his son.
Goten and Pan stayed silent. Their best friend was getting married. All through their childhood, Trunks had been so supporting and encouraging. Now, he would have someone to support and encourage him.
"Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not be lawfully joined together, let him now speak, or else here after forever hold his peace."
No one spoke. Only smiles and grins filled the room.
The priest stood taller before the couple, which was staring into one another's eyes. Suddenly, they broke gazes and turned to their friends. Goten handed Trunks the silver and diamond ring, and Pan gave Demi the plain silver band.
Taking her hand gently, Trunks slipped the small ring over her finger. Afterwards, she did the same with him, and they looked back up at one another.
"Will you, as an expression that your hearts are joined together in love, now please join hands," the priest requested.
They willingly did as they were told, gripping each other's hands with intimacy and inner joy.
"Trunks Briefs, do you take Demi to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her. So long as you both shall live?"
Trunks gave a small smile. "I do."
The priest nodded. "Demi, do you take Trunks Briefs to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him. So long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she said.
"In as much as you have each pledged to the other of your lifelong commitment, love and devotion, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Everyone's lingering smiles widened.
"Trunks Briefs, you may kiss your bride!" the priest exclaimed.
Trunks put his hands around his wife and pulled her forward. He leaned his face into hers and set his lips against her own, locking her to him for several long seconds. Finally, they pulled away with unbelieving expressions.
"Okay, people!" the priest waved. "No more special treatment, so go to the reception and have a good time."
The story's not over, just in case some of you thought that. Don't forget, there's still the reception! Review!