Vegeta walked down the hallway of Capsule Corporation, having just finished eating and wanting to train some more. He had yet to accomplish his goal of becoming a Super Saiyan, but it was close. He just knew he could make it before the androids came in two years. He continued through the foyer and was almost to the front door when a blur of blue stopped him.

"Vegeta! We need to talk," It was the woman. When he had started his training here a year ago, he had found her attractive and had released some of the tension of training by having sex with her, but lately, she was looking, well, a little fat.

"What do you want?" he asked, really not caring what she wanted. Sometimes it took less time to just listen to her demands and agree with her then it took to argue with her, and he just wanted to get back to his training.

"Remember a few months ago when we had our little fun?"

Vegeta thought back and smiled.

She lay in front of him, a scene of radiant beauty. Her hair was growing long and it brushed her upper back as she turned to look at him with a coy smile.

"Ready to play?" she asked. The Saiyan prince could only nod his head.

"Good, this new Play station game is supposed to rock!"

"Not that time!" Bulma yelled, snapping the alien out of his daydream, "I'm talking about the time we had sex!"

All across the globe FUNamation editors and writers fell to there knees and tried desperately to make Bulma's words return to her mouth to save the young innocent minds of the world. I'm sorry? Oh, okay. To save the single innocent young mind of the world.

"So? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, if it's escaped your notice, I happen to be pregnant!"

"What the heck does that mean?"

"It means that my bulging stomach is carrying your child." Vegeta looked down at her stomach. So she's not just fat? "What do you call it when someone gets pregnant on your home planet?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Usually? Lunch," he said, just to see her reaction.

"Uhg! Aliens!" She threw her hands up in the air and turned away from Vegeta, "Well, on Earth, when a woman gets pregnant, it usually means the man has to marry the woman. So Vegeta, will you marry me?"

Vegeta grunted. This conversation was taking to much time, he had important training to get to and he didn't want to waste any time talking about "marrying" this woman. Who knows what it means to marry someone. Probably just have to get her a gift and sing some stupid song like all of the Earth holidays, he thought.

"Sure," he muttered and pushed past her out to the Gravity Chamber. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a squeal come from the woman as he shut the door.

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Vegeta stood in the middle of the Gravity Chamber, training hard to defeat Goku. He had forgotten completely about the woman and her "marry" thing.

"Die Kakarot! Die!" Vegeta punched and kicked with all his might, feeling the strain of gravity pull at his muscles and imagining Kakarot standing in front of him, taking the beating while yelling in his stupid voice. Vegeta jumped to the side and brought his knee up into Kakarots stomach, then raised his arm over head and brought it down on Kakarots head. He turned around and saw Kakarot still standing there with that stupid grin on his face, and it only served to piss Vegeta off more.

"Die!" He yelled driving both feet into Kakarots chest and then landing a spinning back kick to the others cheek.

"Okay," Goku said, "I'll die, but first, can we talk about you and Bulma?"

Vegeta stood stunned. He realized that it was the real Goku standing in the room with him, not just the imaginary one.

"How did you get in here!" he yelled, stopping when he noticed just how much he seemed to yell.

"Instantaneous movement," Goku cringed as he rubbed his cheek, "I just heard about you and Bulma! Congratulations!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your getting married!" Goku squealed, covering his mouth with both hands, "I just knew you'd be one to settle down and be a one woman man!" Goku walked up and hugged Vegeta.

For a split second, Vegeta pondered on Goku's words, then he realized Goku was hugging him.

"Get off!" Vegeta grabbed Goku's arm and threw him to the far side of the Gravity Chamber, "Uhg! Don't ever do that to me again! You just stay on that side of the room. Better yet, stand against the wall." Vegeta cringed and looked down at his body, desperately wanting a shower.

"Sorry!" Goku said, "I just couldn't help it! You and Bulma are going to get married!"

"What is the big deal? It's just some stupid holiday for humans!"

"Uh, Vegeta? Do you know what getting married means?"

Vegeta hated to do it, but he had to admit Goku knew something he didn't.

"No, Kakarot. I have no idea what it means to get married."

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Bulma sat in her living room with her mother, pouring over several wedding magazines looking for dresses, flowers, and a cake to top it all off.

"What about this one?" Mrs. Briefs asked, pointing to a mother of pearl dress that had a very long train running behind it.

"I don't know mom," Bulma said, "I like trains and all, but the little engine that could? I don't think the maker of that dress knew what a train really is."

Seconds later, a rumbling coursed through the living room. Diner plates shattered, the lights flashed on and off, and there was a sound that was like the shockwave hitting you after a bomb went off. Quickly, like a record being speeded up, the sound resolved itself into a word.

"Wwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhat!"

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Vegeta looked at Goku. Goku held his ears and whimpered. Up on the lookout and back at the Son household, Kami and Piccolo lay gasping, trying to rip there ears right off their heads.

"Getting married means what!" Vegeta cried out.

"Hey!" He yelled at me, "I don't cry!"

I know. But you yell so much, and I'm getting tired of just using the word, "yelled." It just means you were shocked.

"Oh. Okay." He turned back to Goku.

"Who were you just talking to?" the taller Saiyan asked.

"I don't know," Vegeta muttered, "it's like someone writing the story of my life down and they just make me yell at the ceiling sometimes."

"Oh. But yea, that's what getting married means," Goku grinned.

"So I'm stuck with this woman?"

"Mm-Hmm,"

"For the rest of my life?"

"Mm-Hmm,"

"And you're a pathetic weakling?"

"Mm… Nice try."

Vegeta snapped his fingers. He had almost gotten him to admit it. "So what do I do now?"

"Nothing you can do, except go through with it!" Goku said cheerfully, and then, with a flare of ki, vanished.

Vegeta looked up at the ceiling once more, "Help me!"

Letting out a sigh, the Saiyan Prince began to walk over to the controls so he could get out and talk to the woman. There was no nice way to tell her, and he really-

"Ow!" Vegeta looked down at his foot and pulled something off. A mousetrap?

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Bulma sat next to her mother on the tan leather couch, still undecided on a cake, but they had narrowed the choice of a dress down to ten. They would just have to order them all and try them on to see which one fit best.

"Woman," was Vegeta's greeting as he walked into the room, "We need to talk."

"Sure! But before we go, what do you think of this dress?" Bulma pulled out a magazine clipping and held it up, "Or is this one better?" She held another one next to it.

"What do you want a dress for?"

"The wedding! The ceremony that will be the greatest day of my life! The one hour in this world that will revolve around us!" She smiled to Vegeta; "It's the way we announce our love to each other to the universe!" She gave him a playful smile, "Why? How does a Saiyan do that? Club the woman on the head and drag her back to his cave?"

Vegeta looked at her in shock. Who told her the mating rituals of the Saiyans?

"But that's why I need a dress! I want to feel and look special!"

"Uh, but that's what I want to- uh," Stop looking at me like that! "I like the one on the left." He finally said, his shoulders slumping just slightly.

"Your left or mine?"

"Yours," He said, "I'll be outside if you need me."

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Vegeta was lying on the grass a few hundred miles away from Capsule Corporation. He didn't say where he'd be outside after all.

I can't do this! But I can't break her heart either! What am I going to do?

"You could just marry her," Piccolo's voice said from behind.

And why can everyone else read minds except me!

"Would you?" Vegeta shot back, sitting up and turning around.

"I'm a Namek, not crazy," Piccolo said, never moving from his meditative stance except to smile a little at his joke, "I can sense your feelings Vegeta, and I know you like Bulma."

"That woman has been nothing but a thorn in my side since I met her!"

"Which is what you find so endearing," Piccolo said, "She's such a soft, fragile creature, and yet when you threaten her, or just get pissed, she never flinches and even calms you down a bit." Piccolo opened his eyes and looked at Vegeta, seeing if his words had struck home.

They did. Vegeta was staring at the ground, the sky, anything but Piccolo's face. "Fine!" Vegeta bit out, "You're right. I'll marry her."

"Good!" Piccolo said, then closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. A split second later, Goku appeared and smiled.

"Goku," Piccolo said, "You've done the whole process before, help us out."

"I knew you could do it!" He said to Vegeta, "Now! Let's go get all the stuff you need!"

"Stuff?"

"Yea! The ring and suit just for starters," Goku was grinning from ear to ear.

"All right," Vegeta said, standing up and brushing off his clothes, "Let's go!"

They were just about to take off when Vegeta stopped short.

"Hey," He said, "Isn't this supposed to be a funny story?"

With a slight whistling sound, a blueberry pie fell from the heavens and landed on Vegeta's head.

"Damn it!"

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Goku, Piccolo and a freshly bathed Vegeta walked down the strip of stores.

"What are we looking for now?" Vegeta asked.

"I'm really not sure," Goku said, "When Chichi and I got married, she had me place some circular metal thing on her finger. It looked really pretty and was all shiny and stuff."

"Well, let's look in here," Piccolo said, pointing to a store they were in front of.

The three walked around and noticed that they might be in the wrong store. There wasn't anything metal or round in sight, and the things on display made them all blush. Apparently, the stuff hanging up and lying around was supposed to be clothes, according to the pretty woman in the photos on the wall. The stuff was so shear and small that none of the boys would have considered it clothing. Plus they were the only males in the store.

"What the heck was that place?" Piccolo asked as they left the store.

"Vic-tor-ia's Se-cret?" Goku sounded it out, "Victoria's Secret? What's her secret?"

"Probably just fitting in those clothes," Vegeta commented, "Let's try this one."

They had no more luck in the next store, which was full of movies and such. Goku walked up and down the isles, looking for anything that resembled what Chichi had given him to place on her finger. He caught something out of the corner of his eye and looked at the title of a movie.

"Dragonball Z: Broly: The legendary Super Saiyan?" He read, "Hey! That's me! And that looks like Vegeta if he turned super! And there's Piccolo! And Super Gohan! But who are those two?"

"Kakarot! We're leaving!" Vegeta called from the front of the store.

"Okay!" Goku called back, forgetting all about the 'movie'.

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"Alright," Vegeta said, "I'm choosing the next one! I don't want to trust Piccolo's judgment any more!"

"It's not my fault!" Piccolo cried.

"Yea!" Goku said, "I would have gone in any way! I wanted to see Chuck E's cheese!"

"No more arguments!" Vegeta yelled, making several pedestrians run away screaming, "We're going into this one, and if we don't find anything, then we're calling it quits!"

They walked in and looked around, any they finally found what they were looking for.

"That's it!" Goku yelled, electing a shush from the store manager, "That's it," He whispered.

"Finally!" Vegeta said, looking at the round metal things, "Which one do we get?"

"Well, this one has a break in the loop, so don't get this one," Piccolo said, discarding it, "these come in different sizes? Well, how big is her finger?"

"How am I supposed to know? Just grab one and we'll get out of here!" Vegeta said.

"Okay," Piccolo grabbed one and they checked out.

"Wow!" Goku said, "Only three cents? That's pretty cheap!"

"Maybe they were on special," Vegeta growled, "Now, is their anything else I need?"

"Yea! A suit!"

Piccolo grinned inwardly. He wouldn't miss this wedding for the world just for the chance to see Vegeta dressed up.

They found a place with tuxedo's in the window and looked around for a nice suit.

"Are you sure they have something for a man as short as Vegeta?" Piccolo whispered to Goku. Goku smirked and watched Vegeta look through the racks of suits.

"No, no, no, defiantly not, no, no, haha! No," Vegeta flipped through the tux's in record time and turned to Goku, "Nothing! Let's go!"

"Wait! What about this one?" Goku asked, pulling out one that would look very nice on the Prince, "It even looks like it would be your size!"

"No."

"Oh come on, just try it on!"

Finally, after many words, threats, and promises, Vegeta walked into the changing room to go from spandex to tux.

Sssssccccttthhhhuuucccckkkk!

"What the hell was that?" Piccolo asked, looking up from his magazine.

"It's been a long time since I've taken off these spandex, alright!" Vegeta yelled form the dressing room.

"How long?" Goku asked in amazement.

"Long enough!"

Ssssssssssssssscccccccccccccccccttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!

"How long!" Goku yelled, crawling up the back of his seat.

Vegeta emerged from the changing room in the tux. It was all white except for a little light blue trim here and there, and gold buttons. It was perfectly fit except for the pants, which were a little to long.

"I can hem that for you, sir," The owner of the shop said, "Please just step up here and I'll get the measurements."

Vegeta scowled as he stepped on the small platform, and crossed his arms. I'll never admit it, He thought, But I look damn good dressed up.

The owner ran a tape measure up the outside of his right leg, then the outside of his left leg. He switched his grip and ran the tape measure up the inside of his right leg.

"Watch it!" Vegeta bellowed, raising a fist at the man.

"Just needed the measurement!" He cried, throwing up his hands in defense.

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Vegeta, Goku and Piccolo flew home, Vegeta carrying his new tux under one arm.

"There!" He said, "Do I have to do anything else?"

"Just show up!" Goku said, and he left with Piccolo.

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Capsule Corporation was a riot of activity; men hustled around hanging decorations and cleaning, the kitchen was being worked overtime to prepare all the food, and Bulma was in frenzy.

"Get moving! The wedding is in less then five hours and we have no doves!" She was yelling into a cell phone while several woman gathered at her feet making sure her dress was absolutely perfect, "Well, then catch some damn doves! I don't care if they don't live around here! This is supposed to be the greatest day of my life! Where is Vegeta! He should be helping!"

Vegeta was in his room. He was holding the door shut even though no one was trying to get in. This is one time in my life I think I'm going to lay low…

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It was time for the wedding. Vegeta stood at the front of the aisle dressed up in his tux once more, semi-pissed but also realizing this would go down in the books as a happy day in his memoirs. Over the last few weeks leading up to the wedding, Bulma had been, well, pleasant to him. It was a shocking transformation, but not an unwelcome one. It had been a brief glance into the future, and it was one he could get used to.

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Bulma stood in her dressing room, looking herself over in the many mirrors surrounding her. Despite the last minute panic that is associated with any wedding, everything had turned out all right. Vegeta had even been nicer these last few weeks, and that was a big improvement.

She turned around to leave. She stared back at her own face. She turned again. Same.

"Um, did anyone leave an opening in the mirrors to let me leave?"

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The wedding started off with the best man, Goku, walking down the aisle followed by the groom's men, Piccolo, Krillian and Tien.

"Thanks for choosing us, Vegeta!" Goku whispered as he took his spot.

"It's not like I had much of a selection."

"You could have chosen Hercule," Goku said with a grin.

Vegeta did not respond, he simply turned around and gave Goku a death glare, "Sorry!" Goku said defensively, "Sorry! Wedding day, not supposed to be any bad thoughts!"

The brides maids came down the aisle, Chichi being a shoo-in for maid of honor, and the other three being, um, there really aren't that many female roles in DBZ are there? Uh, the brides maids were, Videl, The Cell I turned into a female in chapter 28, and a random 18, considering she is still evil.

"Why am I here?" 18 asked, feeling rather dejected.

"You?" Cell asked, "Like, why am I here?"

"To make me seem prettier!" Chichi yelled at the monster-gone woman.

Bulma walked down the aisle in a long white dress and flowers clutched in her gloved hands. Mr. Briefs walked besides her, sobbing softly.

"Why are you crying Daddy?" Bulma asked, "Today is supposed to be a happy day!"

"I know sweaty," he said, "I'm just crying because I just realized that I'm never spoken of on a first name basis."

Bulma was lead up to Vegeta and released over to him after kissing her father good-bye.

Before turning to his spot, Mr. Briefs looked at Vegeta and gave a very silent, "Good luck," in his direction.

The priest started, "We are gathered here today…" Blah blah… fast forward, fast forward, oops we passed it, rewind, and rewind… Play! Play! Ah here we are!

"Do you Bulma take this man to be your husband?"

"I do."

"Do you Vegeta take this woman to be your wife?"

"That would be why I'm here,"

"Please present the rings."

A little carbon copy boy just like any other on DBZ stepped forward in a tux and handed the respective parties their rings. Bulma placed her ring on Vegeta's hand that was a simple platinum band that could be worn under his gloves. Vegeta smiled and pulled out his own ring, slipping it on her finger with ease.

"A washer?" Bulma asked, staring at the ring in a cross between surprise and disgust.

"A what?"

"A washer," She said, her voice becoming more enraged with every syllable, "It's something used to keep machines from falling apart, and that's what you got me for a wedding band!"

Vegeta whirled around to face Goku, who was looking everywhere but at the Saiyan Prince, "Well, Bulma," He said, turning back, "It's a very special washer. It is a washer from the body of Frieza when he came to Earth in his robotic form. Frieza held me captive my whole life and now that he's gone, you'll be the one to hold my heart captive, the same way he held me prisoner."

Bulma teared up and hugged Vegeta. That was so romantic!

Vegeta mentally whipped his forehead, I can't believe I just pulled that from my ass, He thought.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the preacher said, "You may kiss the bride."

Everyone applauded for the couple as they embraced and kissed, proclaiming their love for each other in front of the world. The preacher turned to the crowd and gestured to the new couple, "I now present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Vegeta- uh, what's your last name son?"

Vegeta froze, No way am I telling him my last name is Ashley! "I don't have one."

"Well, in that case, you'll adopt the Briefs name. Mr. and Mrs. Vegeta Briefs."

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The reception was everything it was meant to be. Girl Cell caught the bouquet and Krillian caught the garter belt. Cell sat down and held up his skirt for the midget who ran from the building screaming.

Toasts were made all around, and everyone was in good cheer. The DJ played a good selection of music for the dinner and wasn't even fazed by the Saiyans eating habits, having been warned before. He looked up at a signal and stopped the music, "Ladies and gentlemen! I have just been informed that it is time for the cutting of the cake!"

"Cake?" Vegeta asked.

A curtain, which everyone had assumed was just a wall, fell away to reveal the wedding cake. It took up the whole wall, layer after layer of sugary perfection, a perfect representation of Vegeta and Bulma adorned the top, and surrounded by plates and forks.

"Oh my god!" Gohan said.

"Pinch me!" Goku pleaded.

"Must…resist…NO!" Vegeta said, and then he launched himself at the cake. Within seconds he was covered in frosting, the top tear already devoured and the next layers going fast.

Bulma stood up, knowing she had better get used to this, "Vegeta!"