Dragon Ball Z: Dynasty – Prince Vegeta's Struggles with "Friendship"
Written by: Feraligreater328
Overseen by: StevenBodner and SparkerLightning
Chapter 15: The Wedding
On the Capsule Corp grounds...
"Here Comes the Bride" started playing on the organ and the door to Bulma and Vegeta's house swung open. Everyone sat on the lawn turned and watched as Vegeta stepped out in his royal blue suit. He cleared his throat and motioned, but no one else came from inside the house.
Vegeta sighed and gazed out towards the other end of the yard. Standing there was Krillin, beaming and practically bouncing in place. Behind him, Goku and Yamcha both stood with a smile, both of them wearing crisp black suits with Kame-Sennin orange undershirts. On the other side of the aisle, next to an empty spot, stood Android 16 and Android 17, each wearing a crisp black suit and an undershirt in 18's favorite shade of pink.
Piccolo stood behind the podium, reading what appeared to be a Holy Bible with a look of confusion and disgust. He leaned over and mumbled to Goku. "Do humans really subscribe to this nonsense?"
Goku whispered back. "I've never read that book. What's it about?"
Piccolo's face adopted a look that seemed to suggest he had almost expected something more. But then he shook his head and sighed, going back to passing his time as they all waited for one of the key players in the event.
Today was the day of Krillin and Android 18's wedding.
So far, everything had gone perfectly. Not a single slip up to be remembered. But now, as they stood on the precipice of the rest of their lives, Krillin and 18 were both stuck in limbo.
Krillin was starting to get antsy. He swallowed a lump in his throat. "Y-You think she's having second thoughts...?"
Yamcha, Android 17, and Android 16 all spoke in unison. "No."
Goku leaned down and pat Krillin on the back. "Don't be nervous. When Chi-Chi had us do this, she needed a minute too. And she's the one that wanted to do it~"
Krillin silently nodded, trying to calm down.
On the other end of the yard, Vegeta stuck his head back in through the door. "Hurry the hell up! Everyone is waiting on you!"
Android 18 stood just to the side of the door. Her veil was pulled over her face and her hands shook as she held a bouquet in her hands. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "What? Are you too much of a coward to step out? Are you really going to do that to the little cretin?"
18 shook her head. "N-No...it's just...V-Vegeta..."
Vegeta sighed. "What?!"
18 motioned him into the house. Vegeta stepped in, glaring up at Android 18. It annoyed him how she was just slightly taller than him. "Quit wasting time, already!"
18 nodded. And then, she lifted her veil. Her eyes were shimmering, but her ruby-red painting lips were curved into a smile. "Vegeta..."
Vegeta cocked his head. "Again, what?!"
18 leaned forward, planting her lips briefly on Vegeta's forehead and then pulling back. She almost seemed surprised at what she had just done, but it was a good surprise. She spoke softly. "Thank you again. I... think I'm ready now~"
Vegeta grumbled and wiped his sleeve across his forehead, shoving his entire hand into his suit pocket and arching his arm out. "Just grab onto my arm and let's go..."
18 gripped on tight, and then the two walked out into the shining sun, to the cheers of all of their friends in attendance.