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Disclaimer-I do not, nor have ever owned the holy Dragonball Z saga, nor it's divine characters. I also don't own Linkin Park and their song "Faint" (one of the coolest songs in the world), nor the Righteous Brothers and their song "Unchained Melodies".
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 10
Weddings and Reflections
An orchestra filled the car followed by a fast-paced rap, the tune shouted out of the speakers and through the open windows, and then was silenced. "Aww, come on, Otosan, it was Linkin Park." Trunks whined as his father removed his hand from the car stereo's volume nob.
"We don't need to listen to your rock music so loud that it shakes the car. Besides we're almost there." Trunks pouted and then turned his attention out the window to the passing cars. He stretched the collar of his dress shirt out, to breathe, and then decided to unbutton the top few buttons like his father had done. Vegeta and him both wore nice dress pants, and dress shirts with casual suit coats. Vegeta's shirt was a light blue and Trunks' shirt was a light green, and they both wore them untucked and with the top buttons undone.
"Where did you get these clothes, anyway?" he asked his father finally.
"I didn't. Your mother bought them back when Gohan first announced that they were getting married. She said we needed to dress up more." He looked over at his son, who was staring down at his shirt. He had that look on his face as if he wanted to ask his father something, but was too afraid to.
"Why are you wearing the clothes if she's not around anymore to make you?" Asked Trunks, not lifting his head.
Vegeta was a little surprised by the question, but answered it anyway. "I guess I just didn't want to put the clothes to waste. Besides, I think I look good in them." He smirked.
Vegeta's last comment, however, made Trunks snap his head up. He looked hesitantly over at his father and asked him, "You aren't going to pick up chicks, are you?"
"Nani?" asked Vegeta as he shot a glance towards Trunks, but tried to keep focused on the road.
"Well, it's just that I heard somewhere that single guys like to pick up chicks at weddings. And, well, you're single now."
"Trunks, I do not want to 'pick up chicks'," he sounded disgusted as he used the phrase. "Besides," he added quietly, "it's only been three months." A glazed look came over his face, and Trunks regretted asking the question, but there wasn't any time to fix it, they were already pulling into the parking lot.
They were at a large white church, and in front of it stood a crowd of all their friends happily jabbering away. They parked the car and got out. Vegeta walked around to the back doors and pulled out Bra, sleeping in her carrier. He placed a blanket over the carrier, so not to let the bright sun disturb her slumber.
Chi Chi looked over to see the threesome walking toward them. "Well look who made it!" she exclaimed. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk as he saw all the Z fighters in the crowd turn toward him and smile.
"Oh, can I hold Bra. I want to see how much she's grown," squealed Chi Chi as she eyed the covered carrier.
"Not now," grunted Vegeta. "She fell asleep in the car the way over here, and I'm hoping she'll just sleep through the ceremony."
"I can't believe Gohan is actually getting married, he's still so young," said Yamcha.
"Well, they really do grow up fast," said Chi Chi with a dreamy look in her eye.
A wide smile spread across Krillen's face. "But this is great, guys. I love weddings, and I haven't been to one since Vegeta and Bulm." He stopped when he realized what he was saying and gave a hesitating glance towards Vegeta, who was just looking down at the ground trying not to start thinking about his wedding more than seven years ago.
An uneasy silence fell over the group and everyone seemed to have their eyes on Vegeta. "So." Chi Chi slowly tried to break the uneasy silence. "Maybe, we should head inside. We should be starting soon." They all nodded in agreement and slowly filed into the chapel.
Gohan was still standing in the back, with Goku right next to him. He saw Vegeta and smiled. "Hey, Vegeta-san, I am so glad you made it." He grabbed Vegeta's free hand in a sign, of their friendship.
"Good luck," responded Vegeta. He then leaned closer so only Gohan could hear him and whispered, "you'll need it. It ain't easy being married." He squeezed his hand and then took his seat.
Goten soon joined them, and him and Trunks started snickering as the ceremony began, and the priest decided to drone on about commitment. Vegeta couldn't help but let his mind wander at times like these. Thoughts kept crossing his mind like, "Why couldn't they just get the damned thing over with" or " wonder what everyone's reaction would be if I decided to just blast the priest for the hell of it."
Vegeta was rudely interrupted from his thoughts, however, with the two terrors next to him, who kept snickering. He noticed that they happened to be zapping random flowers around the place with energy, and the flowers shriveling up into ashes. He leaned over towards Trunks and whispered to both of them. "I'd advise that you stop that now if you want to get out of here alive."
They heeded the warning for the moment, but once they got bored again, they started all over again. Vegeta sighed, what could he say to make them stop? Chi Chi had started giving him threatening glares, and even he feared her cursed frying pan. He smirked as an idea struck him. He leaned back over towards them again, and this time, in his most threatening tone whispered, "You better cut that out now, or you'll get no food at the reception." Their eyes widened in horror, and they put their hands over their mouths quickly, to acknowledge that they understood. A wicked smile spread across Vegeta's lips as he saw their reactions. "I still got it," he thought to himself.
The ceremony was over, and they were now at a large banquet hall inside Mr. Satan's manor. The place was done up spectacularly with decorations, and on one side of the hall, was a very long table, full of a ridiculous amount of food. Thus, there were five very happy Saiyans, scourging the table, and shoveling heaps of delicious food onto their plates.
Vegeta returned to his table for the third time with plates of food, and set them on the table before him. Piccolo, who was sitting across from him just shook his head. "I'll never understand how you Saiyans can eat so much, and where you all put it."
"It's used up right away in fighting," replied Vegeta. "Besides, Namek, I haven't had this good of food in a long time."
"That's because the only thing you can make is eggs and grilled cheese," responded Trunks between chews. He had two plates, and both were full with every dessert imaginable.
"I can grill steaks, too, you know, and don't eat so much sugar. You're wired enough as it is." Vegeta grabbed the plates from Trunks and put them on the other side of the table.
"Awww, Papa, you never let me have desserts," whined Trunks.
"You already had an entire plate, and you can't fight when you're loaded up with sugar."
"You're no fun. Come on Goten, let's go have some fun." Trunks grabbed Goten's arm and dragged his friend away from his unfinished cake, leaving Vegeta and Piccolo alone. Vegeta sat down and started working on his heap o' meat. He ate rapidly, but not nearly as bad as Goku. Piccolo figured that because he was a prince, he was probably raised to use manners, unlike Goku, who was pretty much raised by the wild.
"So how are you doing, Vegeta?" Piccolo asked.
Vegeta glared daggers at him. "Why the hell do you want to know? Besides aren't you God, and see everything."
"I was God. Dende is now," he said motioning with his head to where Dende was, dancing like a maniac with Mr. Popo. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "However, since I live on the lookout, I do know what goes on on Earth most the time. Like how Trunks got that bruise on his face."
"And what are you going to do about it," asked Vegeta, slightly raising his ki to remind Piccolo who was the stronger one.
"Nothing, but I will tell you to watch your temper sometimes, or else you might severely hurt them without meaning it, and I know Bulma wouldn't really appreciate you beating up her kids like that."
Vegeta stood up quickly, almost knocking the table over. "Never fucking tell me what to do or not do," he said through gritted teeth. He then turned and stormed through the hall and violently threw open the doors leading outside.
Krillen, who was walking by, stopped in his tracks, at Vegeta's departure. "Man, what was that all about?" He asked Piccolo.
"He's just got some issues, that's all," replied Piccolo.
"Tell me something I don't know."
Vegeta was standing on the balcony outside the banquet hall, alone. The crisp, cool, night air felt good against his face after being inside with all the body heat. He could hear the music inside, muffled by the thick walls. A familiar slow song started up, and Vegeta let his mind wander, to his own wedding so long ago.
~Flashback~
"Vegeta, are you ever going to dance with me, it is our wedding." Vegeta turned to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. She wore a long white gown, and her hair was done up with daisies weaved through it. Her beautiful blue eyes penetrated his dark, cold ones, pleading with him.
Vegeta grunted, "Why? You were dancing so well with our son." She pushed him jokingly with one hand and started giggling, as they looked over to see their small three-year old toddler sliding across the dance floor, and happily playing with a 12 year-old Gohan.
She leaned in closer to him, and pressed her lips up against his ear. "But I want to dance with you," she said slowly in her most seductive voice. She kissed him gently on the cheek, and put her hand in his. "Come on," she said, standing up, "just one song."
He finally gave in, and stood up with her and walked out onto the dance floor. With perfect timing, "Unchained Melodies" started softly. The crowd grew quiet, and the dance floor cleared for the odd couple. They stopped in the center, and Vegeta slid his right arm around her waist and took her right hand in his left. They started to move back and forth with the music, flowing together as if they were one.
"You never told me you were such a good dancer," stated Bulma, smirking the same way her now-husband had taught her.
He smirked back. "Of course, I am a prince after all."
"And I would bet that there would be all these magnificent balls at your palace, and princesses would come from all over the galaxy, just to dance with you." She was glad, that for one time, he was not paying attention to all the people in the room watching him, but to her, and only her.
"But of course. After all I was the hottest prince this side of the north Quadrant." He broke out into a full smile and winked at her.
"You were hot at the age of six?" she questioned him, raising an eyebrow.
He let out a frustrated sigh, annoyed that she had found an error in his story. "O.k., so maybe I wasn't so hot."
"I bet you were cute."
A disgusted look flashed across his face. "You know I hate that word."
She faked an innocent look. "Oh really, the prince of a barbaric race detesting the word 'cute'. Besides, you're still cute, you know." He furrowed his eyebrows and stared back at her. "Like when you make that face." She leaned in and quickly pecked him on the lips, then gently laid her head on his firm chest. "So tell me about these princesses, were any as beautiful as me?"
"Not really. I mean most of them had green skin or three heads."
She popped her head up and let out a laugh in defiance. "Yeah, right," she said playfully."
He stared back at her, and Bulma could have sworn that at that instant, she had seen a twinkle in his eye. "Besides, what does it matter now that I have the best one for my queen?" He then pulled her close, and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Everyone around them broke out into applause, and some started to whistle. Vegeta pulled apart quickly from Bulma, and blushed furiously. How could he have forgotten all these people were here? He completely destroyed his pride.
Bulma put her hand on his red-hot cheek, and turned his head to look into her eyes. "Don't worry about it, Vegeta. Besides, I really enjoyed it."
He thought about the form of thanks he would be getting for it later that night, and a small smile graced his lips. "You better have, Woman, because that's the last time it's happening."
~End Flashback~
He took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. He had become so highstrung, after her death, that even though he tried not to lash out in frustration, he always felt like he would just fall apart. There were so many emotions he had always tried to bury, how could they cause him so much anguish?
The slow serenade had come to an end, and was now replaced by an upbeat tune. He continued to stare out into the night, trying to feel like he was once again up there with the stars. The music suddenly increased, and some indistinct conversations were heard, but were quickly squelched. The door had been opened, and he could feel that he was no longer alone.
He turned his head to see Gohan, smiling back at him in his tux. The younger Saiyan walked up next to Vegeta and followed his gaze up into the stars. "I really am glad you came, Vegeta-san. I've always regarded you like an uncle."
"Always?" responded Vegeta, turning to face him. "I think I remember you once saying I smelled like toenails."
Gohan couldn't help but laugh. He put his hand on the back of his hand and grinned. "Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I?" He calmed down, and tried to look more serious. "But that was a long time ago, and everyone knows you're different now."
Vegeta just grunted and turned back to staring at the night sky.
There was a pregnant pause, before Gohan started talking again. "We were looking for you not too long ago. Bra started crying, but Okasan and Videl are taking care of her. They both really like her, and I know Videl really likes kids." Vegeta knew where this was going. "Hey, Vegeta, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did Bulma die?" There was another moment of silence, before Gohan decided to elaborate. "I mean, I know she died of childbirth, but.why?"
"You don't want the same thing to happen to Videl, do you?" asked Vegeta, looking at the young man through the corner of his eye.
Gohan only nodded.
Vegeta reverted his gaze back to the sky, and took a deep breath. "It was natural for Saiyan women to die from childbirth, because Saiyan babies were very hard to carry. My own mother died after giving birth to me, and it was seen as a complement to the child, because it meant that it was strong. You and the others were only half-Saiyan, so it wasn't nearly as difficult, but still much more than normal human babies. Your mother is a very strong woman physically and was fairly young when she had you and your brother. Bulma wasn't as strong.physically, so it was harder on her, but she was still young when she had Trunks. She was older, however, when she became pregnant with Bra. I expressed my concern, but she wanted to go through with it anyway. The actual pregnancy was very hard for her, and the birthing process was too much."
He took a deep breath again, and then looked over towards Gohan. His face held no emotion, but Gohan looked past it and saw the pain hidden in his cold eyes. "Videl is very physically strong, more so than most humans, and if you have a child it would only be one quarter Saiyan, and you don't face the risk as much. If you do, do it while she's still fairly young, it will be easier on her."
Gohan tried to give Vegeta a reassuring smile. He knew that was probably very hard for him, and Vegeta rarely told so much. "Thank you, Vegeta. I know that must been hard for you."
Vegeta grunted.
The sound from the hall behind them increased as the door was opened once again. "There you are Gohan, I was looking for you." Videl walked up behind him, and put her arms around his neck. "Everyone's getting ready to go."
Gohan turned around and grabbed Videl's hand. They started walking back towards the rest of the party, when Gohan turned around to see Vegeta still hadn't moved. "Hey, Vegeta, are you coming?"
Vegeta was still staring at the sky and seemed a little caught off guard. "Hai," he responded and followed them back into the hall.
When he entered he found Chi Chi sitting in his seat playing with Bra. She was holding her up and pretending to bounce her up and down on her lap. When she saw Vegeta coming toward her, she turned Bra towards him. "Oh look, here comes your Papa," she said in her baby voice. When she saw her father, Bra smiled and held her arms out to Vegeta, who then took her into his arms.
"Ahh, see she like her Papa," continued Chi Chi in her baby voice. She then switched back to her regular voice, and stood up to give Vegeta back his place. "She woke up so I took her out of her carrier. I hope you don't mind."
Vegeta just shook his head. Trunks ran up to his father and started jumping up and down and talking really fast. "Otosan, Otosan, me and Goten were break dancing to the music, and then we were sliding across the floors and then spinning around in circles and then runningaroundlikechickenswithourheadscutoffandhidingundertablesandifyou arereadingthisrightnowyouhavenolifeseriouslystopreadingthisithasabsolutelyno thingtodowiththeplotofthestory."
"Yeah, you've really had too much sugar, Trunks." Commented Vegeta after losing track of his son's superfast conversation. "Now let's head home before you pass out from hyperglycemia."
They were saying their goodbyes and congratulations to everyone else, when a very drunk Roshi swaggered his way towards them. He collapsed onto Vegeta, holding himself up with his hand on Vegeta's shoulder. Vegeta just stood there in shock, thinking "why is this old pervert touching me?!"
"Man, Vegeta," started Roshi, slurring his words, "these things just aren't the same without that hot Bulma chick dancing around in those skimpy little dresses of hers."
POW
Roshi now laid unconscience on the floor, with a very large bruise on his face. Krillen walked by, and saw him lying there, looked up at Vegeta and asked, "What happened to Master Roshi?"
"Trust me," replied a very angry Vegeta, "he deserved it." Krillen just shrugged and walked off.
Trunks trudged up the stairs to the apartment behind his father. He stopped to yawn and rub his eyes. "So tired," he mumbled.
"That's what happens when you have sugar. You get really hyper, and then you get worn out and tired." They turned down their hall and Vegeta unlocked the door and opened it waiting for Trunks, who was dragging his feet. "You need more carbohydrates, and that's what you'll be having for breakfast tomorrow because we're going to train."
"Awww, I don't want to train," whined Trunks.
"Too bad, we are. Now clean up and get some rest, so your not dragging your feet tomorrow like you are now." Trunks just stomped his feet to his room, and slammed the door (but not too hard, otherwise he would of broken the poor door). Vegeta changed Bra, and then put her to bed, then checked to see that Trunks was under his covers before turning off all the lights, and retiring to his room.
He took a quick shower before climbing into his small bed. The bed was cold, and he lay there staring at the ceiling for a while. He then turned over, extending his arm to reach for the other side of the bed. All he found was emptiness. He clenched his hand into a fist, and pulled it back towards him, silently cursing himself for forgetting that he now slept alone.
*There it is, I hope you liked it. Please review, and I'll try to update within the next year or two (just kidding()*
Disclaimer-I do not, nor have ever owned the holy Dragonball Z saga, nor it's divine characters. I also don't own Linkin Park and their song "Faint" (one of the coolest songs in the world), nor the Righteous Brothers and their song "Unchained Melodies".
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 10
Weddings and Reflections
An orchestra filled the car followed by a fast-paced rap, the tune shouted out of the speakers and through the open windows, and then was silenced. "Aww, come on, Otosan, it was Linkin Park." Trunks whined as his father removed his hand from the car stereo's volume nob.
"We don't need to listen to your rock music so loud that it shakes the car. Besides we're almost there." Trunks pouted and then turned his attention out the window to the passing cars. He stretched the collar of his dress shirt out, to breathe, and then decided to unbutton the top few buttons like his father had done. Vegeta and him both wore nice dress pants, and dress shirts with casual suit coats. Vegeta's shirt was a light blue and Trunks' shirt was a light green, and they both wore them untucked and with the top buttons undone.
"Where did you get these clothes, anyway?" he asked his father finally.
"I didn't. Your mother bought them back when Gohan first announced that they were getting married. She said we needed to dress up more." He looked over at his son, who was staring down at his shirt. He had that look on his face as if he wanted to ask his father something, but was too afraid to.
"Why are you wearing the clothes if she's not around anymore to make you?" Asked Trunks, not lifting his head.
Vegeta was a little surprised by the question, but answered it anyway. "I guess I just didn't want to put the clothes to waste. Besides, I think I look good in them." He smirked.
Vegeta's last comment, however, made Trunks snap his head up. He looked hesitantly over at his father and asked him, "You aren't going to pick up chicks, are you?"
"Nani?" asked Vegeta as he shot a glance towards Trunks, but tried to keep focused on the road.
"Well, it's just that I heard somewhere that single guys like to pick up chicks at weddings. And, well, you're single now."
"Trunks, I do not want to 'pick up chicks'," he sounded disgusted as he used the phrase. "Besides," he added quietly, "it's only been three months." A glazed look came over his face, and Trunks regretted asking the question, but there wasn't any time to fix it, they were already pulling into the parking lot.
They were at a large white church, and in front of it stood a crowd of all their friends happily jabbering away. They parked the car and got out. Vegeta walked around to the back doors and pulled out Bra, sleeping in her carrier. He placed a blanket over the carrier, so not to let the bright sun disturb her slumber.
Chi Chi looked over to see the threesome walking toward them. "Well look who made it!" she exclaimed. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk as he saw all the Z fighters in the crowd turn toward him and smile.
"Oh, can I hold Bra. I want to see how much she's grown," squealed Chi Chi as she eyed the covered carrier.
"Not now," grunted Vegeta. "She fell asleep in the car the way over here, and I'm hoping she'll just sleep through the ceremony."
"I can't believe Gohan is actually getting married, he's still so young," said Yamcha.
"Well, they really do grow up fast," said Chi Chi with a dreamy look in her eye.
A wide smile spread across Krillen's face. "But this is great, guys. I love weddings, and I haven't been to one since Vegeta and Bulm." He stopped when he realized what he was saying and gave a hesitating glance towards Vegeta, who was just looking down at the ground trying not to start thinking about his wedding more than seven years ago.
An uneasy silence fell over the group and everyone seemed to have their eyes on Vegeta. "So." Chi Chi slowly tried to break the uneasy silence. "Maybe, we should head inside. We should be starting soon." They all nodded in agreement and slowly filed into the chapel.
Gohan was still standing in the back, with Goku right next to him. He saw Vegeta and smiled. "Hey, Vegeta-san, I am so glad you made it." He grabbed Vegeta's free hand in a sign, of their friendship.
"Good luck," responded Vegeta. He then leaned closer so only Gohan could hear him and whispered, "you'll need it. It ain't easy being married." He squeezed his hand and then took his seat.
Goten soon joined them, and him and Trunks started snickering as the ceremony began, and the priest decided to drone on about commitment. Vegeta couldn't help but let his mind wander at times like these. Thoughts kept crossing his mind like, "Why couldn't they just get the damned thing over with" or " wonder what everyone's reaction would be if I decided to just blast the priest for the hell of it."
Vegeta was rudely interrupted from his thoughts, however, with the two terrors next to him, who kept snickering. He noticed that they happened to be zapping random flowers around the place with energy, and the flowers shriveling up into ashes. He leaned over towards Trunks and whispered to both of them. "I'd advise that you stop that now if you want to get out of here alive."
They heeded the warning for the moment, but once they got bored again, they started all over again. Vegeta sighed, what could he say to make them stop? Chi Chi had started giving him threatening glares, and even he feared her cursed frying pan. He smirked as an idea struck him. He leaned back over towards them again, and this time, in his most threatening tone whispered, "You better cut that out now, or you'll get no food at the reception." Their eyes widened in horror, and they put their hands over their mouths quickly, to acknowledge that they understood. A wicked smile spread across Vegeta's lips as he saw their reactions. "I still got it," he thought to himself.
The ceremony was over, and they were now at a large banquet hall inside Mr. Satan's manor. The place was done up spectacularly with decorations, and on one side of the hall, was a very long table, full of a ridiculous amount of food. Thus, there were five very happy Saiyans, scourging the table, and shoveling heaps of delicious food onto their plates.
Vegeta returned to his table for the third time with plates of food, and set them on the table before him. Piccolo, who was sitting across from him just shook his head. "I'll never understand how you Saiyans can eat so much, and where you all put it."
"It's used up right away in fighting," replied Vegeta. "Besides, Namek, I haven't had this good of food in a long time."
"That's because the only thing you can make is eggs and grilled cheese," responded Trunks between chews. He had two plates, and both were full with every dessert imaginable.
"I can grill steaks, too, you know, and don't eat so much sugar. You're wired enough as it is." Vegeta grabbed the plates from Trunks and put them on the other side of the table.
"Awww, Papa, you never let me have desserts," whined Trunks.
"You already had an entire plate, and you can't fight when you're loaded up with sugar."
"You're no fun. Come on Goten, let's go have some fun." Trunks grabbed Goten's arm and dragged his friend away from his unfinished cake, leaving Vegeta and Piccolo alone. Vegeta sat down and started working on his heap o' meat. He ate rapidly, but not nearly as bad as Goku. Piccolo figured that because he was a prince, he was probably raised to use manners, unlike Goku, who was pretty much raised by the wild.
"So how are you doing, Vegeta?" Piccolo asked.
Vegeta glared daggers at him. "Why the hell do you want to know? Besides aren't you God, and see everything."
"I was God. Dende is now," he said motioning with his head to where Dende was, dancing like a maniac with Mr. Popo. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "However, since I live on the lookout, I do know what goes on on Earth most the time. Like how Trunks got that bruise on his face."
"And what are you going to do about it," asked Vegeta, slightly raising his ki to remind Piccolo who was the stronger one.
"Nothing, but I will tell you to watch your temper sometimes, or else you might severely hurt them without meaning it, and I know Bulma wouldn't really appreciate you beating up her kids like that."
Vegeta stood up quickly, almost knocking the table over. "Never fucking tell me what to do or not do," he said through gritted teeth. He then turned and stormed through the hall and violently threw open the doors leading outside.
Krillen, who was walking by, stopped in his tracks, at Vegeta's departure. "Man, what was that all about?" He asked Piccolo.
"He's just got some issues, that's all," replied Piccolo.
"Tell me something I don't know."
Vegeta was standing on the balcony outside the banquet hall, alone. The crisp, cool, night air felt good against his face after being inside with all the body heat. He could hear the music inside, muffled by the thick walls. A familiar slow song started up, and Vegeta let his mind wander, to his own wedding so long ago.
~Flashback~
"Vegeta, are you ever going to dance with me, it is our wedding." Vegeta turned to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. She wore a long white gown, and her hair was done up with daisies weaved through it. Her beautiful blue eyes penetrated his dark, cold ones, pleading with him.
Vegeta grunted, "Why? You were dancing so well with our son." She pushed him jokingly with one hand and started giggling, as they looked over to see their small three-year old toddler sliding across the dance floor, and happily playing with a 12 year-old Gohan.
She leaned in closer to him, and pressed her lips up against his ear. "But I want to dance with you," she said slowly in her most seductive voice. She kissed him gently on the cheek, and put her hand in his. "Come on," she said, standing up, "just one song."
He finally gave in, and stood up with her and walked out onto the dance floor. With perfect timing, "Unchained Melodies" started softly. The crowd grew quiet, and the dance floor cleared for the odd couple. They stopped in the center, and Vegeta slid his right arm around her waist and took her right hand in his left. They started to move back and forth with the music, flowing together as if they were one.
"You never told me you were such a good dancer," stated Bulma, smirking the same way her now-husband had taught her.
He smirked back. "Of course, I am a prince after all."
"And I would bet that there would be all these magnificent balls at your palace, and princesses would come from all over the galaxy, just to dance with you." She was glad, that for one time, he was not paying attention to all the people in the room watching him, but to her, and only her.
"But of course. After all I was the hottest prince this side of the north Quadrant." He broke out into a full smile and winked at her.
"You were hot at the age of six?" she questioned him, raising an eyebrow.
He let out a frustrated sigh, annoyed that she had found an error in his story. "O.k., so maybe I wasn't so hot."
"I bet you were cute."
A disgusted look flashed across his face. "You know I hate that word."
She faked an innocent look. "Oh really, the prince of a barbaric race detesting the word 'cute'. Besides, you're still cute, you know." He furrowed his eyebrows and stared back at her. "Like when you make that face." She leaned in and quickly pecked him on the lips, then gently laid her head on his firm chest. "So tell me about these princesses, were any as beautiful as me?"
"Not really. I mean most of them had green skin or three heads."
She popped her head up and let out a laugh in defiance. "Yeah, right," she said playfully."
He stared back at her, and Bulma could have sworn that at that instant, she had seen a twinkle in his eye. "Besides, what does it matter now that I have the best one for my queen?" He then pulled her close, and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Everyone around them broke out into applause, and some started to whistle. Vegeta pulled apart quickly from Bulma, and blushed furiously. How could he have forgotten all these people were here? He completely destroyed his pride.
Bulma put her hand on his red-hot cheek, and turned his head to look into her eyes. "Don't worry about it, Vegeta. Besides, I really enjoyed it."
He thought about the form of thanks he would be getting for it later that night, and a small smile graced his lips. "You better have, Woman, because that's the last time it's happening."
~End Flashback~
He took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. He had become so highstrung, after her death, that even though he tried not to lash out in frustration, he always felt like he would just fall apart. There were so many emotions he had always tried to bury, how could they cause him so much anguish?
The slow serenade had come to an end, and was now replaced by an upbeat tune. He continued to stare out into the night, trying to feel like he was once again up there with the stars. The music suddenly increased, and some indistinct conversations were heard, but were quickly squelched. The door had been opened, and he could feel that he was no longer alone.
He turned his head to see Gohan, smiling back at him in his tux. The younger Saiyan walked up next to Vegeta and followed his gaze up into the stars. "I really am glad you came, Vegeta-san. I've always regarded you like an uncle."
"Always?" responded Vegeta, turning to face him. "I think I remember you once saying I smelled like toenails."
Gohan couldn't help but laugh. He put his hand on the back of his hand and grinned. "Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I?" He calmed down, and tried to look more serious. "But that was a long time ago, and everyone knows you're different now."
Vegeta just grunted and turned back to staring at the night sky.
There was a pregnant pause, before Gohan started talking again. "We were looking for you not too long ago. Bra started crying, but Okasan and Videl are taking care of her. They both really like her, and I know Videl really likes kids." Vegeta knew where this was going. "Hey, Vegeta, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did Bulma die?" There was another moment of silence, before Gohan decided to elaborate. "I mean, I know she died of childbirth, but.why?"
"You don't want the same thing to happen to Videl, do you?" asked Vegeta, looking at the young man through the corner of his eye.
Gohan only nodded.
Vegeta reverted his gaze back to the sky, and took a deep breath. "It was natural for Saiyan women to die from childbirth, because Saiyan babies were very hard to carry. My own mother died after giving birth to me, and it was seen as a complement to the child, because it meant that it was strong. You and the others were only half-Saiyan, so it wasn't nearly as difficult, but still much more than normal human babies. Your mother is a very strong woman physically and was fairly young when she had you and your brother. Bulma wasn't as strong.physically, so it was harder on her, but she was still young when she had Trunks. She was older, however, when she became pregnant with Bra. I expressed my concern, but she wanted to go through with it anyway. The actual pregnancy was very hard for her, and the birthing process was too much."
He took a deep breath again, and then looked over towards Gohan. His face held no emotion, but Gohan looked past it and saw the pain hidden in his cold eyes. "Videl is very physically strong, more so than most humans, and if you have a child it would only be one quarter Saiyan, and you don't face the risk as much. If you do, do it while she's still fairly young, it will be easier on her."
Gohan tried to give Vegeta a reassuring smile. He knew that was probably very hard for him, and Vegeta rarely told so much. "Thank you, Vegeta. I know that must been hard for you."
Vegeta grunted.
The sound from the hall behind them increased as the door was opened once again. "There you are Gohan, I was looking for you." Videl walked up behind him, and put her arms around his neck. "Everyone's getting ready to go."
Gohan turned around and grabbed Videl's hand. They started walking back towards the rest of the party, when Gohan turned around to see Vegeta still hadn't moved. "Hey, Vegeta, are you coming?"
Vegeta was still staring at the sky and seemed a little caught off guard. "Hai," he responded and followed them back into the hall.
When he entered he found Chi Chi sitting in his seat playing with Bra. She was holding her up and pretending to bounce her up and down on her lap. When she saw Vegeta coming toward her, she turned Bra towards him. "Oh look, here comes your Papa," she said in her baby voice. When she saw her father, Bra smiled and held her arms out to Vegeta, who then took her into his arms.
"Ahh, see she like her Papa," continued Chi Chi in her baby voice. She then switched back to her regular voice, and stood up to give Vegeta back his place. "She woke up so I took her out of her carrier. I hope you don't mind."
Vegeta just shook his head. Trunks ran up to his father and started jumping up and down and talking really fast. "Otosan, Otosan, me and Goten were break dancing to the music, and then we were sliding across the floors and then spinning around in circles and then runningaroundlikechickenswithourheadscutoffandhidingundertablesandifyou arereadingthisrightnowyouhavenolifeseriouslystopreadingthisithasabsolutelyno thingtodowiththeplotofthestory."
"Yeah, you've really had too much sugar, Trunks." Commented Vegeta after losing track of his son's superfast conversation. "Now let's head home before you pass out from hyperglycemia."
They were saying their goodbyes and congratulations to everyone else, when a very drunk Roshi swaggered his way towards them. He collapsed onto Vegeta, holding himself up with his hand on Vegeta's shoulder. Vegeta just stood there in shock, thinking "why is this old pervert touching me?!"
"Man, Vegeta," started Roshi, slurring his words, "these things just aren't the same without that hot Bulma chick dancing around in those skimpy little dresses of hers."
POW
Roshi now laid unconscience on the floor, with a very large bruise on his face. Krillen walked by, and saw him lying there, looked up at Vegeta and asked, "What happened to Master Roshi?"
"Trust me," replied a very angry Vegeta, "he deserved it." Krillen just shrugged and walked off.
Trunks trudged up the stairs to the apartment behind his father. He stopped to yawn and rub his eyes. "So tired," he mumbled.
"That's what happens when you have sugar. You get really hyper, and then you get worn out and tired." They turned down their hall and Vegeta unlocked the door and opened it waiting for Trunks, who was dragging his feet. "You need more carbohydrates, and that's what you'll be having for breakfast tomorrow because we're going to train."
"Awww, I don't want to train," whined Trunks.
"Too bad, we are. Now clean up and get some rest, so your not dragging your feet tomorrow like you are now." Trunks just stomped his feet to his room, and slammed the door (but not too hard, otherwise he would of broken the poor door). Vegeta changed Bra, and then put her to bed, then checked to see that Trunks was under his covers before turning off all the lights, and retiring to his room.
He took a quick shower before climbing into his small bed. The bed was cold, and he lay there staring at the ceiling for a while. He then turned over, extending his arm to reach for the other side of the bed. All he found was emptiness. He clenched his hand into a fist, and pulled it back towards him, silently cursing himself for forgetting that he now slept alone.
*There it is, I hope you liked it. Please review, and I'll try to update within the next year or two (just kidding()*