AUTHOR: Sorry I haven't been updating as often. I'm trying to start a new story and it's been a rough start. You guys should read it and tell me what you think! Any hints or ideas would be extremely appreciated! It's called Learning to Trust. Bulma and Vegeta of course! Now, on with the story!

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It had been a little over three weeks and the wedding was only 2 days away. Everyone was panicked. Including Vegeta.

"Onna! It doesn't fit right!"

"What are you talking about? It fits perfectly. And you look gorgeous!"

"No. It's not right! I need a new one!"

"We don't have time! Where are we going to get someone to perfectly tailor a custom-made Vegeta-sai original in less than 24 hours? It can't be done!"

"Well make sure it's done!" he screamed as he rushed out of the suit and headed towards the door.

Bulma followed not too far behind. "I told you to try on the damn suit weeks ago! At least then we would have had a chance to fix it you insufferable git! Now you are going to wear the suit and you're going to like it!"

"No woman I won't." He barked as he stormed over to the GR. The truth was, the suit fit perfectly. He was just so nervous about tomorrow that he was searching for any excuse to get out of it. While the woman had briefed him at the rehearsal dinners on what needed to be done, he still had this nagging feeling in his gut that something was going to go terribly wrong.

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Bulma entered the room only to find Vegeta lying there unceremoniously naked, staring up at the ceiling. She walked over and lied next to him. "Baby I'm sorry. I know you're just nervous about the wedding. I am too. But nothing will go wrong. I promise. We are going to have the perfect wedding. Nothing is going to take that away from us." She said as she wrapped her tail around his waist and pulled him closer. Being a saiyin sure did have its advantages.

"Woman, you know you can't."

"Kami! Why the fuck can't I? He's not even a month old. All he's one is make me vomit and stop me from having sex! This is so fuckin unfair. And it's all your fault."

"It's my fault?"

"Yes. If you would have pulled out before spreading your seed, I wouldn't be pregnant."

"Fine woman. Next time, I'll pull out!"

"No! I want children!"

"Then why the hell are you complaining!"

"Because soon I'm going to be fat and horny and it's all the baby's fault"

"I thought it was my fault."

"Well it's not anymore."

"Damn Onna."

"Ugh. This is so hard."

"No shit Sherlock."

"Hey! That was my line."

"Go o sleep woman." He said as he got op and headed for the GR

"Baby, come here."

"What?"

"Just lay with me. Tonight is the last time I'm gonna see you before the wedding."

"And?"

"So I'm gonna miss you. So get your ass over here and lay with me."

"Damn Bitchy woman."

"Love you too." She said as she curled up next to him. Truth was, she was nervous about the wedding too. She just wanted everything to be perfect. She needed comfort. She needed him.

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"MOM! Where is my veil?"

"Its right here sweetie."she said handing it to her. Everyone was on edge.

"Thanks."

"Oh sweetie you look magnificent. He is so lucky."

"Okay. Well, only 5 more minutes. Mom, could I have some time alone please?"

"Of course you can honey." She said as she exited the room.

Bulma stood there silently staring at her reflection in the mirror. She knew she loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him but something felt out of place. She couldn't put her finger on it but something was wrong. Little did she know, that right down the hall was a disaster waiting to surface.