BULMA:

"He was right upstairs in our room, and now he's gone! He's gone! What could have happened?!" Vegeta continued to shriek.

"Calm down! I'm sure that he's around here somewhere!" I said, patting his back.

"You don't know that! He could be anywhere!"

"Can't you just sense him?"

"His energy is too weak for me to find him!" Vegeta wailed. "He's gone forever!" he collapsed onto the couch. "I never got to see him take his first flight, or eat a whole worm without me chewing it up first, or anything!"

I thought for a moment. Where could that duck be?

Forget it. I'll do it myself.

Piccolo had said that, hadn't he?

I walked out of the room, and to the nearest phone. I dialed the number. "Dende?"

"Yes?!" he asked, some loud music going on the background.

"Why is the music so loud?!" I yelled to him.

"To keep Piccolo from bothering me! What do you need?!" He had to yell just so I could hear him.

"Do you know where Piccolo is at the moment?!"

"He left this morning, and I haven't seen him since! Why?!"

"Because I think he may have something of Vegeta's!"

"You mean his chicken?!" Dende asked.

"Not a chicken!" Vegeta cried in the background.

"Do you know where we might find him?!" I yelled, ignoring Vegeta.

"The chicken?!"

"No! Piccolo!"

"Not a chicken!" Vegeta told him again.

"Try the waterfall! He hangs out there a lot!"

"Okay! Thanks!" I hung up. "Vegeta, I think I know where to find Wilston!"

"I know at the waterfall." He answered.

"You knew? How?"

"How could I not hear? The conversation was practically everywhere!"

"Well, anyway, we're going to find you're duck, don't worry." With that, I grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

I told him to fly me to the waterfall.

Once there, we found Piccolo meditating over the pond.

"Piccolo!!" I screamed as loud as I could.

He jerked from surprise and looked at me. "What?!"

"Do you have Prince Wilston?" Vegeta asked.

"Wha?" Piccolo seemed confused.

"Do you have his chicken!" I explained.

"Duck!"

"Oh, you mean the little fur ball? Why would I have him?"

"Because you said, 'Forget it. I'll do it myself!' I remember!" I protested.

"And ducks have feathers, not fur!" Vegeta told him, sticking out his tongue.

Piccolo descended and moved to stand in font of us. He cocked an eye… ridge… "Who would want to take you're duck anyway?"

"I figured it would have been you! That seemed like the obvious bet!" I told him.

"Taking the duck… that would have been a good idea! But, I didn't think of it in time. What I did was much worse! And it was the perfect crime…I have to be in court on Tuesday…" he muttered.

"What did you do?" Vegeta asked.

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!" he was obviously lying.

"…Okay… where's Wilston?!"

"Calm down, Vegeta! We'll find you're chi-"

"Duck." He sulked.

"Duck. We'll find you're duck." I said with sympathy.

"You people are crazy…" Piccolo then resumed his position over the waterfall.

Back at the house, I went to my room to see if I could find anything that could help us. There, I looked for a while, until I stumbled upon something in the closet.

"Yes!" I cried, and ran out of the room.

VEGETA:

Wilston! Gone! Never to be seen again!

I was sitting in the living room. But I wasn't pouting! Princes don't pout. They sulk with a very sour face, and their arms crossed.

Just then, Bulma ran into the room, and presented me with a high-heeled shoe.

"Unless Wilston is in there, I don't want it." I told her.

She shook her head. "No! Look inside!"

I took the shoe and put my hand inside. There was something inside, bunched up in a mess. I pulled it out, and recognized at once what they were. "My gloves!"

"I found them! Now that you have them back, can you stop all this nonsense?" she asked.

I shook my head as I put them on. "I will not rest until Wilston is found, and brought back home!"

Just then, a yellow ball of fluff walked into the room.

"I gave him a bath… but… it no turn out so good." Nanari said, a towel swung around her shoulder.

"Wilston!" I cried, and scooped him up. "You mean he was here, all along?!"

"Yeah… didn't you know that?" Nanari looked puzzled.

"The wedding can go on!"

"What?!" Bulma asked. "But! You got you're gloves back! You won! You don't need to marry him to a little girl!"

"Why not? He'll be happy!"

She sighed and stalked off.

Later on, when everything was set up and ready, it was time for the wedding!

Wilston sat on the altar, chewing on his tie.

Everyone that was invited sat in their pews, waiting for the bride to come down. (Some of them I had to tie to their chairs because they kept trying to leave.)

The music started playing, and Nanari walked down the ale.

"Dearly beloved. We have gathered here today…" the priest started.

"Dad…" Trunks whispered. "I have to go to the bathroom…"

"Hold it." I muttered back to him.

"Do you, Wilston, take Nanari to be you're wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for ever more?"

Wilston said nothing. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention. I flicked him lightly. He peeped.

"And do you, Nanari, take Wilston to be you're husband, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for ever more?"

"I do!" she chirped.

"If anyone should object to this marriage, speak now or forever hold you're peace."

There was silence for a moment.

"I do!" Some random person, whom I didn't know, stood up. "I don't think that that little girl, should be marrying a duck! It's unheard of!" the woman had to be around 45, with grayish hair and a wrinkled face.

I stared at her blankly. Then I snapped my fingers. "Guards."

Three men came to drag her out of the backyard.

The priest cleared his throat. "Um, anyone else?"

No one answered.

"You may now kiss the-!"

"I object!" I turned to see that none other than Bulma was standing there, with her hand raised. "I too don't think these two should be married. It is against the laws of nature! Don't you all agree?" she turned to look at all the other people there.

"Bulma, honey, sit down! You're ruining the wedding!" her mother scolded.

"Mother! You can't be serious?!"

"Shhh!" her mother hissed.

Bulma groaned. "You are all crazy! Especially you, Vegeta!"

"Me?" I was offended!

"Yes! You! I gave you you're gloves back, what more could there be that you want so you'll stop this?!"

I was about to answer, when all of a sudden, some crazy man in a suit ran into the yard.

"Look! It's Batman!" one of the younger kids cried.

"What that?!" Nanari asked.

"That is right! I am the unstoppable, Batman! You will all obey my command! This wedding shall not go on!" then he continued to run around the lawn, with his cape clutched in his fists as if they were wings. He cried 'Whoosh!' every so often, to further detail the effect.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am Batman! Keeper of the peace, and punisher of wrong doers!" he stated as he continued to run.

"Mom, I'm scared." Goten stated as he watched.

"Whoosh!" 'Batman' cried.

We could do nothing but stare; it was too hard to look away.

"Are you done?" I asked, after a few minutes.

Batman slowed. "Yeah, I'm kind of tired." Then he promptly sat down to watch the rest of the wedding.

"Um. Without further interruptions, I proclaim you husband and w-!" the priest was interrupted again, this time buy a big balloon.

"Does God not want this wedding to happen?!" I asked, rather loudly.

The balloon landed, and a man stepped out.

"Brad!" Nanari squealed. She ran over to him and flung herself into his arms.

"Nanari, I can't live without you! Will you be my bride?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!" With that, they started to make out.

"Ew!" Someone from the audience cried.

I frowned deeply as they floated away in the balloon. "Who now marry to Wilston?" I asked.

"What?" Bulma questioned.

"I think he means, 'Who's going to marry Wilston now?'." Yamcha whispered to her.

Wilston peeped.

"What was that?" I asked him, leaning in to hear him.

He did a series of other peeps.

I cleared my throat. "Wilston has decided that he doesn't want to get married. He would rather grow a little more before getting tethered down by a woman."

Many women's mouths hung open, appalled.

"Now, all of you, get the hell out of here." I turned, and went back to the house.

I went back inside, stripping off my suit as I went. I was down to my spandex shorts, and my gloves after a while. I sighed contently, and rubbed my hand over my face. Beautiful leather. That's all I ever wanted. Something to keep my hands away from all these… germs…

Author:

And so that's how it went. Batman turned out to be the mailman Piccolo had paid to dress up as Batman to crash the wedding. When he didn't do a good job, Piccolo got pissed off, and sued him. When the court refused to take his case, he got more pissed off, but there was nothing he could do because everyone knows that judges have powers.

Nanari and Brad lived happily ever after in Australia with wild kangaroos, and wallabies. They even adopted a baby Tasmanian devil, but it bit Brad. So they got rid of it after he got all of the rabies shots for extra precaution.

Trunks is still waiting to go to the bathroom, because Vegeta locked everyone outside so they wouldn't bother him. He claims that his kidneys are going to explode, if he doesn't go soon. Yamcha told him to go in the bushes, but that's unsanitary!

Bulma's still banging on the door, and demanding he let her in. She's promised many things to come if he didn't open the door. Many bad things, that involve raw chicken, old peaches, and fruit cake. Shutter Fruitcake. The worst of all my enemies.

Choatuz never got to be the ring bearer, because Vegeta gave up on the rings when Wilston swallowed the 16th one. The duckling now makes a funny sound when you shake him, like maracas.

Goten is still freaked out by Batman, because when he was little, a man dressed as Batman came to Trunk's birthday party, and gave him a sloppy kiss. He was scared for life.

Jenny; she currently holds the record for 'Most Trees/Ducks Married in One Day'.

Goku never got over the image of Vegeta at his worst moment of insanity. To this do, he can't look at him for very long without bursting out laughing.

And Vegeta? Well, let's just say he spends a lot more time at the park where one day he will get up enough courage to finally let Wilston free.

And to think, this all started with Bra noticing that Vegeta never took off his gloves. The moral is, gloves keep ducks from being raised by psychos, and almost marrying a little girl and getting his heart broken. They also keep Batman away from Goten.

That's it! This was fun to right. If you didn't like this chapter, say so, and I'll re-write it if enough people say so. R&R please!