Chapter 13 – The Wedding

Bulma stared at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror, her heart pounding deafeningly in her chest. This was it, her day, and yet, as much as she knew she was making the right decision, and as much as she loved him, she was still terrified. What if Vegeta turned on her again, as he had their first night together? What if, even worse, he reverted back to the evil, sadistic Saiyan Prince he had once been? She didn't think she'd be able to cope if her friends had to fight and kill her husband.

There was a soft knock at the door, and Bulma looked up to see the strange boy from the future poke his head around the door. She smiled sweetly and beckoned him into the room.

"You Ok?" he asked, looking at her kindly through those piercing blue eyes of his.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma told him. "I'm just nervous."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to come talk to you about." Bulma looked up and raised an eyebrow enquiringly. He just smiled and continued. "I know all about the doubts you're having." He told her, sitting down on a stool in front of the dressing table. "But I can promise you, you don't have to worry."

"How do you know?" she asked. "I know you must have encountered Vegeta from your time, but no-one can know the ins and outs of a marriage."

"Just trust me, ok mom?" Trunks froze, and clapped a hand to his mouth, horror clear in his eyes. Bulma's eyes widened in shock, and she stared down at the boy in front of her.

"'Mom'?" She repeated, her hands suddenly shaking violently. "You called me 'mom'."

There was silence as they both just stared at each other, Bulma silently assessing the boy's face. Those eyes, so much like her own, and yet, they had the definite shape Vegeta's mother's. His face, mouth and nose, so much like Vegeta's. And his hair, the exact shade Bulma's had been when she was younger. She knew she had seen it all before, in her son.

"Trunks?" Taking a deep breath, the boy slowly nodded.

Vegeta watched as the main doors opened, and Bulma stepped onto the aisle, framed by the bright light behind her, her right arm linked with the strange boy from the future. She looked gorgeous, he found himself thinking as she approached him, just gorgeous.

She was wearing a strapless white dress, the front of which was decorated with sparkling diamonds and pearls. The white veil fell softly over her face, and the back of it trailed elegantly behind her, along with the long white train of the dress. In her hands, she was holding a bouquet of yellow and white roses. Draped around her neck was a necklace of shimmering diamonds, and dangling from her ears were earrings of the same sparkling jewels.

As she came to a halt beside him, it took Vegeta a moment to find his voice.

"What's with the boy?" He whispered so that only she could here. "I thought you didn't want anyone to give you away?"

"He's our son." Bulma whispered back, her eyes flitting between baby and adult Trunks. "The boy from the future."

Vegeta opened his mouth, as though to speak, but changed his mind and closed it again.

Then, he and Bulma both focused on the man in front of them, as the service was started.

As the music started for the first dance, Bulma rested her head gently on Vegeta's shoulder, closing her eyes in contented bliss. She felt like her life was complete now. She had her husband, who she loved more than she could begin to describe, and she had her son. Two versions of him, actually!

"What are you thinking, Onna?" Vegeta asked, smirking down at her smiling face. "You're being very quiet. Most unlike you."

"I'm just thinking about how happy I am." She admitted, lifting her head slightly from his shoulder. "I feel all fuzzy and warm inside."

"You make yourself sound like a teddy bear!" Vegeta snorted, his smirk growing even more.

Bulma was silent for a moment, before her smiled faded slightly and she looked up at him.

"Vegeta?" she said, looking up into his dark eyes. "You know I love you, right?" Vegeta nodded slightly, and Bulma continued. "I mean, I know I had a pretty wicked childhood, and a damn miserable youth, but, I don't know, I feel like somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good, or I wouldn't deserve you, would I?"

"Bulma," Vegeta laughed, smiling, rather than smirking for once. "If anyone here had a wicked childhood, I think I win hands down."

Bulma nodded, accepting what he said without argument. There was no point in patronising him. "Vegeta?" she said, looking back up at him. "Do you love me?"

Vegeta was silent for a moment, contemplating how he had felt when they had been friends, when they had first slept together, when he had thought she was dead, how happy he had felt when she had returned, and when their son was born. And finally he though of how he had felt when he had seen her walk up that aisle towards him, her aqua blue hair cascading in ringlets over her shoulders.

And he knew, without doubt, his answer.

"Yes, Bulma." He whispered, lifting her chin up to look at him. "I love you."

The End

A/N: So there you go- finite. What do you guys think? Sequel? Review and let me know! Thanks for all your support and reviews. Check out my other stories xxx