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After the nerve-wracking battle with Golden Frieza and his forces, Bulma organized a feast at Capsule Corporation to celebrate their victory. The brave warriors who fought during the confrontation attended, as did their families and, of course, Yamcha.

A frowning Bulma stood beside the stray guest. "Yamcha, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you guys beat up Frieza again, so I dropped by to congratulate you."

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. "And eat all the free food?"

He flashed her a Goku-like smile. "Yeah, that too."

"Fine, but don't overdo it. I've got multiple saiyans and two deities to feed."

"You bet!"

Bulma shook her head and left him to his devices. Walking across Capsule Corp.'s large balcony, she joined Goku and Vegeta standing at the edge, overlooking the gardens. The men were enjoying a giant bowl of chicken and rice each while, much to her surprise, engaging in civil conversation. Palming her waist, she addressed the duo. "Show it to me, boys." The saiyans turned around to face her. Unsure of what the notoriously inappropriate woman meant by 'it', Vegeta cocked a wary eyebrow at his wife, and Goku tilted his head in confusion. Bulma huffed. "Your new super saiyan form, of course! I only saw it from a distance and didn't bring my binoculars."

"No," Vegeta answered firmly.

"Oh, come on, darling! I haven't seen you in ten months! The least you can do is show off the result, mister."

"I'm with Vegeta on this one, Bulma," Goku said while swallowing his mouthful. "That form has a lotta power, so I don't think transforming here is a good idea."

"Well, 'a lotta power' hasn't stopped me before, hasn't it? So whip it out, boys, I want to see."

True warriors know not to engage in battles they have no chance of winning, so Vegeta put his meal down and relented. "Fine."

Surprised by his fellow saiyan's quick surrender, Goku stammered. "Eh? Ya sure, Vegeta?"

Vegeta telepathically explained. "Just give her what she wants, or she'll keep nagging us about it."

"Good point. Women, am I right?" Came the inaudible reply.

"I'll live." Vegeta looked at his wife, "Stand back, babe," and faced his munching comrade. "Ready, Kakarot?"

Goku put his food down and gave his buddy an affirmative nod. "Ready when ya are!"

Smiling victoriously, Bulma walked back a few steps, shielding her eyes as the warriors powered up their brand new super saiyan transformation: Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan. Once the necessary screams and winds died down, she opened her eyes and gawked at the spectacle in front and around her. The men stood proud. Sporting divine blue hair and familiar teal eyes, their shimmering auras flooded the balcony with vibrant blue light, casting dancing shadows on the faces of the awe-struck attendees.

"WOAH, what is that!?" A dumbfounded Yamcha sputtered.

Gohan smiled. "A new super saiyan form utilizing god ki. Dad explained it's the super saiyan version of the red god form he used to fight Beerus. It's impressive. My dad and Vegeta sure have come a long way."

Yamcha frowned. "Jeez, another super saiyan transformation? I wonder how many more stupid hair colors they can come up with."

Roshi adjusted his sunglasses. "Heh! 5000 zeni the next one is pink. A nice, soft, girlish pink."

Krillin snickered. "My money is on silver."

"Bald." Tien grinned.

18 sighed. "A disturbing shade of purple. With no eyebrows! Like that creepy form Goku has."

Piccolo grunted. "I'm going with green."

Roshi laughed. "Noted! We'll see what the future has in store, I suppose."

Back at the saiyans, Bulma looked like a little girl who just got a pony for her birthday. Balling her fists in front of her chest, she jumped up and down, squealing excitedly. "OH MY GOSH… IT'S PERFECT!"

The saiyans exchanged confused looks, mystified by Bulma's enthusiasm over something that, in her eyes, is nothing but a tedious way to dye your hair and wear cool contacts.

Bulma playfully skipped toward her spouse, invading his extensive 'public display of affection comfort zone' by pressing her nose to his. Vegeta jumped back in panic. Holding up his palms to shield himself, he silently prayed she wouldn't do something crazy like kiss him in front of Kakarot. Closing the distance again, Bulma palmed her husband's face. Smiling from ear to ear, she argued. "We didn't have a wedding because you would refuse to show up, but we should totally have one now!"

Vegeta glanced at her suspiciously. "What are you on about?"

The blue-haired wife beamed at her equally blue-haired husband. "WE MATCH!"

The prince released a sigh of relief. "Damn it, Bulma, I thought you finally went insane. Well, more insane than you usually are." Removing her hands from his face, he powered down his transformation, returning to his natural black hair and piercing black eyes.

Goku reverted to his base form as well. Casually leaning on the balcony rail, he listened to his friends' marital negotiations.

Seizing her husband's lingering hands, Bulma advocated with twinkling eyes. "Just imagine this, Vegeta: Me in a dashing silver dress and you wearing a stylish white suit, both of us sporting immaculate blue hair. You could even light up that flashy aura you just showed!" She tightened her grip, tugging on his wrists. "We'd be like royalty! Making a big entrance in a lavish, castle-like venue. I'd invite all my friends and, gosh, they would be sooo jealous! We'll have cake, horses disguised as unicorns, live music and a giant buffet with nothing but the best food money can buy!" Completely enveloped in her perfect daydream, Bulma stared deep into her lover's eyes. Radiating pure joy, she asked enthusiastically. "So, what do you think, sweetie?"

Vegeta wiggled out of her grasp, crossing his arms. "I think you're being ridiculous."

Bulma's fairytale fantasy shattered like a cracked mirror. She threw her hands up, scowling fiercely at her spouse. "I thought I married a prince! Why don't you act like one!?" With an exaggerated exhale, she placed her fists on her hips. "Bah, you boor. It would be totally cool to show up blue together!"

The prince curled his upper lip. "No, forget it, Bulma."

Goku frowned in disappointment. "Aw, come on, Vegeta! Can't ya do it for the food, at least?"

"I'd rather die, Kakarot."

Goku smiled in relief, palming his fist with determination. "No problem! I'll just wish ya back if that happens!"

Vegeta winced. "SHUT UP!"

Goku's face fell. "Bummer, I don't think I've ever tried 'unicorn'..."

Bulma sighed in exasperation. Urg, this is what you get when you marry an alien whose definition of 'fun' doesn't go beyond smashing things. Shifting her attention to her guests, she turned her back to the squabbling saiyans and waved at a short purple man seated at the tables, helping himself to her buffet. "Hey, Jaco! Come meet my husband, Vegeta! I haven't introduced you two yet."

How do you think the introduction will go?

Chapter 2 will drop next Saturday. I'll see you then!