Last time in My Past, Our Destinies

"I'll go." , was his only reply before exiting the room; or so trying to do so.

"Really Vegeta! ?"

"Are you deaf woman?"

"We must buy the clothes then! It's part of the deal!", she looked him from head to toe. "Or do you expect to go to a fancy party wearing those rags?"

"They won't mind honey!", screamed Bunny from another part of the huge compound.

'Just shut it mom!', she silently thought to herself.

Vegeta only rolled his eyes.

'Great…I'm screwed.'

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Chapter 4

xxx still flashback xxx

"Come on Vegeta, I don't want to be seen flying over the city!! Besides who's gonna carry all the stuff we buy?"

"Onna! It's gonna take half the time if we go flying!"

"No, it's going to take twice as long since you'll go there as many times as it's needed to retrieve all the stuff I buy!!", she spat hotly. "You sure you want that?"

"Fine.", he grumbled, unlocking his arms from his rock hard chest; maybe in a gesture to try and calm down a little.

"So, let's go.", she motioned for him to follow her.

Vegeta's only reaction, and let's say option was to follow her. 'I'm acting like a stupid puppy, just like all those morons…I SWEAR, it's only because I still need to beat Kakkarot…UGH'

Vegeta then entered Bulma's red convertible; newest Capsule Corp's technology. Seeing that bitter façade Vegeta was already working upon, Bulma decided she had to cut it from the very beginning.

"Come on Vegeta, cut the crap, just because we don't do it your way this time, it doesn't mean it's gonna suck.."

He still kept looking out of the window.

'It's just impossible to try and talk this lousy monkey into something besides training, training, and more training…Doesn't he want to have some fun…well party perhaps…maybe …get laid or something…BULMA BRIEFS stop thinking about his ass, for Christ's sake! Mother is gonna see what's best for her! She'd better never touch Vegeta's ass…UGHHHH this subject ever again! It's making me crazy already!'

As Bulma kept having her rather..um naughty dream about a certain cranky sayan she wasn't keeping track of what was most important while driving: The road.

Two seconds after her dream, all that could be seen was an enormous light, coming from a huge truck, followed by the truck's loud honking , she didn't 'see', in the road, since she crossed the lane.

"Ohh my Kami!", was all Bulma managed to say, before she closed her eyes, and imagined all that happened in her life, better yet, all that didn't happen in her life. 'How can someone this pretty like me end like this…I'm not even married, no kids…not even a boyfriend…I'll die as a virgin?!'

Then she felt something very hot touch her skin briefly.

'Must be the pain…'

Then all the strange sounds faded away.

'Heaven…'

"What the hell Onna?! Trying to get killed?!", maybe it was hell, maybe heaven…

"What?", she asked in denial, "It's not true…I, I"

"Stop being a complete moronic baka Onna! Try paying attention to the fucking road instead of one of those losers you screw with!"

'You've got no idea, who I was screwing while dreaming, Vegeta…'

Bulma then opened one eye, afraid of what she could see; she saw the road and the other lane completely void of life.

As soon as Vegeta saw that truck was going to crash, he took hold of the steering wheel and maneuvered quickly in order they wouldn't hit the vehicle. 'Why do I care, I should let this wench die!...But then who would fix that damned machine ?, I only saved her because she still needs to do some work…yeah, that's it. I DON'T CARE, about her or anyone else for that matter.'

"Vegeta…I..wh-…what have you done?!", she asked still a bit shocked.

"I saved your sorry ass woman, now shut it! I'm only putting up with you because I need training…otherwise letting you die wouldn't be more pleasurable to me…"

"Uhhh You can't just be totally nice, can you?!" , she asked recovering for her almost death experience.

"Shut up onna, let's get this over with."

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Finally arriving safe and sound at the mall, both Bulma and Vegeta headed towards the clothing stores. They passed many department stores, where many girls would stare in awe at her, then she passed at the cafeteria; again many eyes looked for her attention. 'They surely envy my beauty…', Bulma thought rather smugly.

Better yet, all those girls eyes, were caught by a masculine figure.

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"Here Vegeta, let's see this store.", Bulma dragged Vegeta by his arm towards the clothing store entrance. They showed at their front doors many forma clothes, for women and men; clothes which seemed pretty expensive, not that Bulma cared about the price. Everything she would buying only depended on the fact 'liked or didn't like it', is she indeed did like it , the price wouldn't be a problem. She just knew she could afford it.

Then Bulma touched his shoulder as if trying to make him support a light percent of her total weight. "Doesn't this look good?! I'm sure they'll fit you perfectly fine!"

"Take your dirty palls off me"

"Come on Vegeta, look at these, aren't they beautiful?!", Bulma said already forgetting Vegeta's lack of courtesy. The instant Bulma saw that wonderful emerald green beautiful dress. It had a really deep V-neck , some straps and a big cut at the sides where her legs could be seeing the moment she walked.

"Guess I'll take this one, don't you think it fits me well Vegeta?! It really goes with my eye color!", she asked while putting the dress over her body to try and see how it would truly look like.

"Hideous.", was his only reply. Not even the store's attendant could hold her astonishment at the men's bluntness.

"Now we can leave."

"No, no Vegeta, we still got to find you an outfit."

"Here, you can see this aisle miss. Is it a formal or informal party mister?", the blond green eyed girl asked Vegeta; a little way too happy than average.

He gave her no reply, just went straight to the place she pointed earlier.

"It's a formal gathering, miss. A marriage.", Bulma said while the girl looked for the perfect outfit; at least in her mind it already was, well more likely the guy who was going to buying the outfit.

"Here sir, please try these on.", she then handed Vegeta a navy blue suit, that consisted in a white formal blouse, a navy suit and navy blue slacks; to complete the look she gave him black formal shoes. Vegeta then entered the changing room, took his clothes off and entered the suit.

'Why the hell that Onna wants me to wear these things…', he thought disgusted, 'It's almost as tight as my uniform…Ughh how am I supposed to move with these on…Stupid humans!'

"Vegeta, please let me take a look at it.", Bulma thought it was better to go easy on him; it was his first buying spree after all.

Vegeta then went out of the changing room, with all the suit on. Bulma just couldn't believe her eyes, as well as the store worker; she had her mouth hanging open.

The suit looked like a second skin, Vegeta looked like a stripper, ready to burst his clothes at any second. His rear was so marked Bulma could actually tell where his boxers didn't cover his skin, she could see every muscle, every abs, every detail of his frontal masculine members…everything really.

"Onna, this one will do, now let's go back."

"Vegeta..I don't think this one would be ok."

"Why not?!", he asked not believing the woman couldn't see the outfit had fit perfectly fine. He didn't notice since he only wore his spandex shorts…so that slight change of material didn't seem to catch his attention. He just wanted to go back to his training.

"Yes why not?! It looks perfect in his body, I would buy that for SURE. ", said the store attendant, eating every single detail of Vegeta's body.

"Too tight, go change back Vegeta.", Bulma couldn't go to a party, where she would be the godmother with a guy who looked like a stripper! ,'Not that I wouldn't enjoy him taking those off…Kami, Kami…WHAT THE HELL! Why can't I stay five seconds without Vegeta out of my head? , My mother must have put something in my food, that's the only explanation!'

"Onna, I won't."

"Vegeta, just take it off please.", she reasoned with him, putting her head down and slightly pressing her temples.

A headache was on the way.

'Fuck…', Vegeta thought before returning to the changing room.

While Vegeta went to the changing room, she returned to the men clothing aisle and kept looking for something more…discreet. Bulma liked that blue outfit a lot, well the part besides it looked Vegeta was going to sell his body, still she looked for a bigger size.

"Here!", she exclaimed after finally finding a bigger sized suit. She then returned to the changing area and knocked at Vegeta's door.

"Vegeta, try this one."

As Vegeta reached to take the suit, he got mad seeing that new outfit looked EXACTLT like the other he previously tried.

"Onna, it's the same!!", he said as anger struck.

"No Vegeta it's a bigger one. It will be more comfortable for you.", she then put her mouth in the door direction and completed the sentence, just to make Vegeta more…bearable. "Besides…you'll need it a little bit looser, so you can eat some more without feeling uncomfortable."

"Humph", he said while grabbing fiercely the outfit.

Vegeta then had to take his pants off again.

"Woman, I won't try another one! This one better fit!"

"I'm sure this one will be just fine, Veggie-head!", she said a little happy again, since the newly found high heel shoes she was trying too.

"Don't you dare call me that again Onna…If you know what's best for you."

"Uhh, aren't these lo…", then when Bulma was about to finish her sentence she raised her head instinctively only to see mister big head going out of the changing room…"Sexy…", she finished her sentence not that coherently.

"Repeat Onna."

"I..I, just said.", she stuttered.

"I doesn't matter, This one is the ONE I'm taking…No more proving."

"This one looks good. Now it's not that tight, see", she said going out of her instant reverie.

"Now we can leave.", and he soon disappeared back into the changing room.

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After Vegeta had changed back into his normal attire, they headed towards the cashier, 'Finally', Vegeta breathed out.

But then, as not all that seems good truly is, Bulma went right to the men's section again.

"Onna, what the hell do you still want to buy? Can't you see I need training?!"

"Vegeta, you still have..umh 12 hours to train until we can call the day quits.", se said while looking at her watch. "You're such an ungrateful bastard, here I am looking for stuff FOR YOU! And you repay me like this! ?"

"I don't need any more garbage.!"

"Vegeta of course you need boxers!", she said while pointing to a full aisle with boxers.

"I don't wear THESE things!", he said making a disconcerting disgusted face.

"DON'T TELL ME YOU DON'T WEAR UNDERWEAR VEGETA!", Bulma screamed wide eyed.

"Of course I do you idiot! I don't wear this kind !Now shut up!", he retorted angrily.

"Just forget it, Vegeta…"

Then Bulma followed to the women's section again.

Vegeta knew it was a time waste to discuss matters with that woman.

'It only for training's sake…nothing else…', he sighed.

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Bulma then went to see some underwear for herself.

'I'm making feel as ashamed as I felt being yelled upon…Just wait and see Vegeta….wait and see.'

Bulma then went to the skimpy clothes, where two other older women were looking for some things as well.

'How can those disgusting human want to buy these honor less things? Just whore-like wenches such as her…', Vegeta though a little disgusted; maybe just maybe he would enjoy that naughty stuff someday; but this part is still to be written. Destiny still had to decide.

"Hey Vegeta, what do you think about these? Are they sexy enough for you. ?!", she said out loud in order for all those women to hear. She showed him a cheetah G-String, a very small one.

'Now he won't insult me , unless he wants to be know as someone who doesn't appreciate hot women..'

"Hardly, woman.", he said already knowing what she wanted him to suffer.

"And this one?", she asked this time showing him a black lacy transparent panties'.

"This one is too big woman, even though I think it may fit this big ass of yours!"

Bulma was wordless when she heard.

'Oh, my what an appetite that sexy young man has! I might take him home!', said an overly weight old woman nudging her other ugly woman friend who stood nearby.

"Vegeta, let's go home NOW!", she almost shouted from anger.

'I knew how to make things go on my way, onna…even if it takes some time!'

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How will the marriage go ? Will things go smoothly?