A/N: And I actually have an excuse for not updating this in like forever! I was deciding on the plot for thing 'cause in the beginning I was just planning on having my two ocs get married, but now I've got a twist! First off, though I'd like to thank Mirablick Russ for helping me with the idea for this. So, thank you!

Disclaimer: Don't own DB/Z/GT, but I own Stephanie and Raven. Short, sweet, and to the point.

Chapter 4

The next few weeks seemed to fly by for everybody involved in the wedding process. The date was finally set after much deliberation and the invitations were sent out to various family members and friends. The place for the actual wedding had been located and booked. It turned out to be only a few miles down the beach from the place they had visited only weeks earlier.

Everybody was getting more and more excited. Even Vegeta managed to admit to his daughter that he was pleased with her choice of a husband. But, quickly regaining his normal insensitive composure, he threatened to break Raven in half if he ever hurt Stephanie. Though it would be fairly impossible considering both Saiyans were almost equal in strength, it was normal Vegeta behavior.

The women in the family were getting more and more giddy as the days passed by. It was not everyday that they got to help out with their daughter/sister/soon-to-be-daughter-in-law's wedding. Their most thrilling moment so far was helping Stephanie pick out the bride's maid's dresses, even though she wasn't sure what her wedding dress would be like, but she had her eye on one.

Bulma had insisted that her daughter buy her wedding dress before picking out anybody else's dress, but the girl got the other dresses first, confident that she would be getting the one in the next door dress shop.

"Stephanie, you really need to go get that wedding dress before somebody else gets it," Bulma had warned.

"Mom, it'll be fine," Stephanie had replied confidently. "I'll go get it tomorrow, ok?"

"I wish you'd get it tonight…" Bulma said uncertainly. "I'm afraid it will be gone by tomorrow."

"Ok, fine, I'll get it," the girl had given in with a sigh.

She had quickly gotten her umbrella and hurried out the door with a hover car capsule in her hand. The rain had pelted her umbrella as she had tossed the capsule car out onto the ground. It had popped up with a small puff of smoke and the girl had climbed in, thankful for the built in roof.

That was how she ended up out on the streets of downtown West City at night in the pouring rain.

The radio was almost drowned out by the hard rain as the girl slowly made her way along the street. Her windshield wipers were moving at their top speed as it seemed like her car inched along.

"I could fly faster than this…" she mumbled to herself as the dress store came into view. "Ah! Finally!"

There was one other car there other than a clerk's. The half-Saiyan didn't think much of it as she easily navigated the car into a parking spot. It was no wonder she and one other person were the only ones out. It was dark and raining very hard.

The girl practically had to swim to get in the shop, but she made it mostly in one piece. The bell over the door jingled happily as she entered and shook out her wet hair.

"Putting it down pretty hard, huh?" The store owner asked with a friendly smile.

"Sure is," Stephanie sighed at how stringy her hair looked. Ah, well. It couldn't be helped right now. She looked towards the store clerk who was still smiling at her. "Um, I was here earlier and asked you to hold a dress for me, remember?"

"Ah, yes!" He quickly turned to the small computer behind the counter. "A Ms…..Brief, correct?"

"Yes," the girl glanced over towards where the dress was hanging….wait….it wasn't there! "Um, did you take the dress back in the back of the store or….something?"

"Oh, about that," he began, avoiding her gaze. "A very wealthy woman came in here just as I was about to put it up for you and she wanted to try it on. I told her I was holding it for you, but she insisted and said she would pay double for it if she bought it."

Stephanie slammed her hands onto the counter, causing it to crack. "Where is she now?"

The clerk eyed the cracks in the counter warily before replying, "She's in the dressing room now."

The half-Saiyan did not bother to thank the clerk before the rushed back to the dressing room. She was not sure what she could or would do, but she had to think of something. Her precious wedding dress - the one she would walk down the isle in, the one Raven would carry her across the threshold in - was in great peril of being bought by some other woman and not looking near as good on her as it did on Stephanie!

Suddenly, she was there at the dressing room, watching the other woman turn in front of a mirror in the dress. The woman obviously did not fit correctly into it because the seams were stretching with every turn.

"Um, can I make a suggestion?" Stephanie quickly spoke up before thinking her plan through completely.

"Who are you?" The woman asked indignantly, obviously taking the half-Saiyan as someone who worked at this shop.

"I'm…um…" the girl quickly glanced around the room and spotted some flowers in a white vase. "Flora White. I work here."

"I can tell," the woman said haughtily. "Tell me: How does this dress look on me?"

"To be honest," the girl started, "you could do better. Especially with a proper fit." She almost shuddered as she eyed how much to woman was hanging over the top of the dress. "I can show you something that would suit your body type much better, if you would like."

For a moment, the woman did not reply. She only looked at herself in the mirror. The agonizing seconds passed by slowly before she finally replied. "Ok. Let me change out of this and you can show me something."

Stephanie sighed in relief as the woman went back in the changing room and began changing out of the dress. After a few minutes of struggling with it, she finally tossed it over the top of the door with a quick order. "Do take this rag and hang it up for me."

Stephanie almost lashed out with an energy blast, but managed to hold back. She had what she had come for: the dress. It was now in her hands. The girl was thrilled as she hurried back to the cash register.

"You managed to talk her out of buying it?" The clerk asked, obviously impressed.

"Yeah, but please hurry," the half-Saiyan said, watching the dressing room for any sign of her.

"Will do," the clerk didn't seem to mind the order for a speedy check out. He quickly rang it up, told her the amount, and folded it neatly into a large box.

"Thank you!" Stephanie grabbed it up and hurried out the door.

The clerk sighed happily, but his thoughts were interrupted by shouts from the rich woman, ordering Stephanie to get her another dress.

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"Smooth thinking, Sis!" Trunks commented, quite impressed. It was not everyday that he complimented one of his sisters, so it was a fairly big deal.

"Yeah," Stephanie continued, opening the box slightly as if to reassure herself of her purchase. "I still can't believe she thought I worked there. Especially with a name like Flora White!"

Trunks chuckled to himself as he continued playing his video game. It was his little way of letting everyone know he was shutting everything out except for his video game.

"I'm going to call Raven," the girl quickly said to herself as she jumped up and left her younger brother alone with his game.

She entered her room and gently took the dress out of its box. It was strapless and tight on the top, but it might not be now since the fat woman managed to shove herself into it. The girl ignored the annoying thought and continued admiring her dress. It poofed out at the waist and fell to the floor. Silver threads ran through the bottom, making it sparkle when the light hit it just right. And to top it all off, it fit the girl perfectly. Almost as if it were made for her.

She squealed with delight, which surprised her considering she had never squealed often. The last time she had was when Raven had called and asked her out on their first date a few years ago. Everything had been perfect that night. The meal, the conversation, the movie. They had been friends for years before that day, but it still shocked her that he had asked her out. Even his slightly awkward behavior around her a few weeks before he asked her out had not tipped her off. She just chalked it up to too many sparring matches with Goku or Vegeta.

The girl interrupted her own thoughts and hurried to her closet to hang up the dress. She put a long plastic bag over it and walked to the far end of her closet. There she had reserved a spot for the dress ever since she had laid eyes on it three weeks earlier.

She carefully hung it up, making sure none of her other clothes were close enough to wrinkle it. Then she hurried out of the closet and grabbed up the phone. There was no way she couldn't tell Raven about her little adventure at the dress shop. He'd love it!

She quickly punched in the numbers and put the phone up to her ear. She frowned and pulled the phone away from her ear.

"That's weird…" she mumbled and eyed the phone. "It's busy…"

Raven had never liked phones and had always hated it when girls from his and Stephanie's high school called him. He finally had learned the miracles of caller-id and always ignored their calls. But he had always picked up the phone when Stephanie called. They would sometimes talk for hours at a time. Of course this ran up the phone bill, but neither cared. If she called with a problem, he always listened and never let her hang up until it was resolved.

But now the line was busy. Stephanie was distressed at this, but quickly excused it as some one just leaving a message.

The girl quickly hit redial and put the phone up to her ear. Still busy.

"Who are you talking to?" She asked the phone, then a thought struck her. "Chichi must be on the phone with one of her friends!"

The thought relieved her, though she was not quite sure why she should be relieved. Raven was never on the phone and Chichi was always on the phone. Plus Raven still lived with his aunt and uncle.

"There's a thought…" the girl whispered as yet another thought dawned on her. Where would they live when they got married? "I'll have to ask Raven later."

She put the phone back on its charger with the new thought still lingering in her mind. She did not want to live way out in the country like Raven was now. The girl preferred to stay in the city. Possibly in Capsule Corp. because there was plenty of room and she could easily get a job. Plus the gravity room was nearby. That would be a plus for both Saiyans.

Stephanie pushed the thought form her mind as she turned off the lights. She pulled down the covers and listened as the rain pelted the building. The peaceful melody quickly put her to sleep.

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That next morning, Stephanie drove a hover car to the Son's house so she and Raven could begin working out some of the more minor details in peace. It wouldn't be too peaceful with Chichi around, but the woman had insisted they work it out at her house so she could supervise their progress.

The half-Saiyan chuckled to herself at the thought as she pulled up to the house and got out of the car. She rapped on the front door a couple times and heard a muffled call from inside. After a couple seconds, the door opened to reveal Chichi with suds on her arms from washing the many dirty dishes her family accumulated.

"Oh, Stephanie!" She exclaimed with a smile. "You could've come on in, you know that. You're practically family."

"Just about, anyway," the girl said with a grin as she entered the house. "So…where is he?"

Chichi shut the door before replying, "He's back in his room. I think he's trying on his suit. Just go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

The woman hollered for Raven, who quickly responded. "Just a second!"

"Come show me how you look!" Stephanie added as Chichi left for the kitchen once again.

The girl sat down on the couch and pulled out a notepad she had been jotting ideas for the wedding on. She began shifting through the pages of messy, scribbled notes, but stopped when she looked up and saw quite a few bouquets of flowers. Setting the notepad down on the couch, she stood and picked up a bouquet. It smelled lovely and looked twice as good.

She was just about to set it down when she noticed a card attached to it. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the note and scanned the lovely handwriting of a woman.

Why is some woman sending Raven flowers? Stephanie frowned and picked up another bouquet. It was from the same woman, but this note sounded almost suggestive…something about beds…And Raven was actually visiting this woman! She threw down the bouquet, her eyes beginning to fill with tears as she noticed a note beside the phone telling Raven to call back a girl named Ayami. Just then, he entered the room wearing his suit.

"So…?" Raven asked with a grin as he spun around once for her. "How do I look?"

When Stephanie didn't reply, he hurried over to her, concern written all over his face. "Is everything alright?"

Stephanie shook her head and wiped a tear that fell down her cheek. She looked up and met his gaze, hurt and pain filling her blue eyes. "How could you?"

"How could I what?" Raven asked, clearly stumped by the question. The black haired girl shook her head again and pushed her way past him, slamming the front door as she left.

At the sound of the door slamming, Chichi reappeared quicker than any normal human possibly could. "What's wrong? Is everybody ok?"

Raven, who still stood in the same place from when Stephanie left, shook his head, "I've done something to upset her…"

"What? You haven't done anything wrong," Chichi replied, her brows furrowing in thought.

He shrugged. "I don't know what I've done to her. Wish I did, though…"

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Stephanie burst through the front door of Capsule Corporation, her tears residing enough to allow her to see where she was going. She brushed past Trunks and Goten, who had finally woken up, in her search for Bulma. Trunks called to her and asked what was wrong, but she did not answer. She did not even miss a step. Her mind was set and she had to find her mother for comforting.

After a few more minutes of searching, Stephanie found her mother in the kitchen, attempting to cook up lunch for her hungry Saiyan family. Needless to say, the meal was not going as planned and Bulma was in the final stages of frustration with the stove. At the sound of her daughter entering the room, she turned and was about to complain about their faulty stove, but stopped when she saw the hurt displayed on Stephanie's face.

"What's wrong, honey?" Bulma switched the stove off, hurried to her daughter, and grabbed her in a bear-hug.

"It's Raven," came the muffled reply through sobs.

"Is he ok?"

"He's…seeing another woman," this brought on another onslaught of sobs just as Vegeta entered the kitchen to see how lunch was coming, not like he would eat it, though.

"What did Raven do to her?" Vegeta quickly asked, becoming the over-protective father that every man becomes when his daughter is hurt.

"He's-" Bulma began as she patted her daughter's back, but stopped so as not to bring on another fit of sobs. "I'll tell you later."

"I'll kill that boy…" Vegeta muttered under his breath.

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A/N: Sooooo sorry for making you guys wait so long for an update! I've had MAJOR writer's block and I couldn't exactly decide which way I wanted this story to take, but now that I've decided, I should be able to update quicker. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, now please review!