Chapter 2 - The Movie
"So, how should I explain this?" Gohan thought out loud. While Vegeta had explained the basic details of who everyone was, it really didn't help them understand why everyone was there. "Oh yeah!" he said suddenly, snapping his fingers and running to the panel by the door. He pushed a few buttons and the screen behind the group came to life.
"What is this?" Vegeta asked suspiciously. He didn't want to watch a movie – he despised movies – and it just seemed like Gohan was stalling.
"Um… well…"
"You better not be wasting my time, boy."
Gohan rolled his eyes. He was married and had a daughter in her twenties. When was Vegeta going to stop calling him "boy"? "It's what Bulla gave to me, to explain everything to all of you." As he pushed play, he mumbled, "You'll probably listen to her more than me anyway."
The screen hummed to life and slowly a girl came into focus, brow furrowed in concentration as she adjusted the camera settings. Finally, the picture cleared up completely and the audio turned on. The girl smiled at her success.
Most of the group froze.
She looks just like me, Bulma thought.
She looks just like Mom, Mirai thought.
Hey, she looks like Bulma! Goten and Goku thought, their heads tipped to the side in curiosity.
Hmph. Vegeta. Of course.
Please don't let Vegeta kill me… Please don't let Vegeta kill me… Please don't let Vegeta kill me… C'mon, Dende you owe me one! Gohan prayed silently.
Their initial shock wore off quickly and they studied the girl. She had green hair that must have recently been up in a decorative bun, but was now starting to come undone. Strands had escaped and were either sticking up at odd angles or were pressed down on her forehead. Her eyes were blue – the same color as Trunks' eyes, about a half-shade darker than Bulma's. She was wearing a white dress – a wedding dress, Bulma noticed, a detail which went over the heads of all the males present – that might have once made the girl look stunning. If it weren't for the fact that it was slightly singed, torn and faded. Overall she looked like she'd done a fun-run through a burning building, but she smiled nonetheless.
She waved at the camera, almost grinning now. "Hi Mom! Hi Trunks! Hi Daddy! Oh, and hi Goku!" she said cheerfully. Her light nature contrasted drastically with the disarray of her appearance. "I'm hoping everything worked out all right getting you here, ne, Gohan?"
"If only," Gohan muttered. His scowl would've made the Saiyan Prince proud.
In the background, the group could see a long buffet table. They hadn't really given it much thought to it before, but now their attention was brought to it by Goku. He had walked on screen, looking around nervously. Once he decided no one was paying attention to him, he started pigging out. Vegeta was somewhat disgusted, thinking that the other Saiyan obviously had no tact. This clearly was not the time to be stuffing his face with pigs in a blanket.
"Welcome to my wedding," Bulla said, not quite so cheerful anymore, gesturing to the scene behind her. "It's a disaster, if you can't tell," this time pointing to her ruined dress. She raised an eyebrow. "And I bet you can guess who caused this mess… coughcoughDaddycoughcough."
Vegeta growled slightly. "Of course I would ruin it. No baka human deserves to marry my daughter." It was barely above a whisper, but Bulma heard it.
So this is Bulla…? Vegeta's mysterious daughter...?
Somewhere off screen, the unmistakable light of a ki blast lit the room. Seconds later, the blast met with the buffet table. After the light faded and the smoke cleared, they could see Goku in the ruins of the table and buffet, covered in food and looking somewhat dismayed. A few more seconds passed, and a black-haired man ran past, followed closely by a very mad Trunks and a furious Vegeta. Goku ignored the trio and continued to eat from his newly found seat on the ground, although all that remained was some burned mush.
"You can probably hear Daddy trying to beat the crap out of my husband or blast him into the next dimension or something." She paused, finger coming up to her chin as she thought about the scene unfolding around her. "Well… I guess I should've told you guys earlier…" she conceded. "Me and Goten…" she couldn't finish the sentence. But she didn't need to. "PLEASE, Daddy, don't hurt him! I didn't take you from the past to tell you this just so you could kill my mate before we even get a chance together!"
In the background, more ki-blasts could be heard/seen, and the black-haired man ran past again, this time in the opposite direction, followed by a now flying Trunks and Vegeta. Vegeta still looked furious, but Trunks seemed almost amused, as if he enjoyed his friend's distress and his father's reaction.
"I should have the right to choose my mate, shouldn't I?" Bulla asked, totally oblivious to the antics of the Saiyans behind her. "And not have my wedding ruined by my own family! Honestly, it's ridiculous. Grow up!" She rolled her eyes. Then suddenly she was wagging her finger angrily at the camera, "And Trunks, don't you dare go on about how Goten is your best friend and shouldn't marry your little sister! Cuz guess what? This is almost exactly what you did when you married Marron – ahem, one of MY best friends. And I don't exactly remember being consulted on that one."
The trio ran past again, this time the black-haired man looked more frantic. The other two had gained some ground on him and were now powered up to Super Saiyan.
"I realize that it's too late to do anything in my time, so I took this precaution. Before the wedding, I built this machine and asked Gohan to go into the past and get you four and tell you what is going to happen. This way, you guys can adjust to the idea of me and Goten – cuz trust me, nothing, NOTHING, is gonna change this." Her stern expression reminded the group of Bulma and maybe even a little of Chichi. The men reflexively winced. "Oh," she added almost as an afterthought, "Don't hurt Gohan. He owed me a favor." She winked before waving again. "Hope you're having fun, Gohan."
Gohan rolled his eyes.
"BIG BANG ATTACK!" and "GALLIC GUN!" could be heard in the background. Bulla groaned, obviously annoyed. She closed her eyes and held the bridge of her nose in frustration, something which immediately reminded Bulma of Vegeta. An explosion erupted from somewhere to her left. When the smoke cleared, half the building seemed to be missing.
"At least that wasn't at full power," Bulla muttered, more to herself than to her audience. She turned back to the camera. "Mom, could you… uh… restrain Daddy? When you guys get back to your own time? Please? It would mean a lot to me. And Goku, could you help?" The sweetness lining her voice did seem hard to resist. She paused, then smiled widely. "I knew you guys would!"
Suddenly, the black-haired man appeared next to Bulla, totally panicked. If Bulla's wedding dress looked bad, it was nothing in comparison to his tux. He scooped her up into his arms. "Bye!" she said, waving to the camera and smiling as the man ran off with her. Seconds later, Vegeta and Trunks ran past, yelling. Seconds after that, a woman that looked like a older version of Bulma and a blond woman ran past, carrying frying pans and yelling at their husbands to stop and clean-up the mess they had made.
The screen went black as the recording ended.
AN: Thanks to those of you who have taken the time to read and review. There are a couple chapters left. They should be posted within the next few days.