Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Epilogue ( Epilogue )
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By: Moon Star 
Bra and Goten's wedding... what is Ban doing with that video camera?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.12.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 259 | Status: Completed
Bra and Goten's wedding... what is Ban doing with that video camera?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.12.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 259 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
The epilogue to this is right here. I still can't believe that it's been a whole year. I've never spent so much time on one story. Except for the series Bitten by You, but that's another story.
Thank you all for reading, you should know that I never write good epilogues. This is going to be short compared to the others I've done for other stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters.
Arranged Love
Epilogue
The camera turned on, Ban stifled a giggle as she started to record the happy occasion. It was Bra and Goten's wedding. She could not have been any happier.
It was almost a year since she had met Goten, and she was glad that her almost sister Bra had fallen for him. Arranged marriages were too customary to really turn down. At least this one had gotten it's happy ending.
Focusing the camera, she smiled mischievously. It was time to pounce the rooms and actually capture what was happening in this happy occasion.
The reception was being held at one of the Brief's compounds on Earth. It was open space, the chairs and tables brushing with the hearth as the festivities were being held.
It was much that all the saiyans had been invited and many relations from their earth families were present too. Life was full of surprises. No one would have been able to see the difference from saiyans and humans if it wasn't for their stance and arrogant faces.
Ban brushed through the throngs of people. No one paid any attention to her as everyone was attending the bride and the groom.
It had only been minutes since the Earth vows had been said and life seemed indeed brighter by the union. What could happen next?
Scarcely nine months since their arrival on the planet and the saiyans had all accustomed themselves to the new way of life.
Ban stilled for a moment, from the corner of her eye she could spy one of the saiyans she indeed had been looking for. Radditz stood, his arms crossed at his chest, right beside his brother Kakarotte or Goku as the humans called him.
She moved slowly in, trying to get into the conversation without being discovered.
"I still don't understand why we can't still be with our tails." Radditz growled. He still remembered how uncomfortable he'd been the first days as his brother had removed it. And it wasn't just him, all the others had been just as skeptical.
"It's the moon." Goku tried to explain for the umpteenth time. He knew that his brother would growl about it until the end of his living days but how could still think about it? "You're in a new planet where we all look alike. The tail sets you apart."
He grunted. "Like our looks don't."
"At least now the saiyans will truly dissipate without disaster."
Not getting anything of most importance, she started to turn away. She saw the group of younger saiyans that were huddled in with the rest of the human children. There truly seemed to be no difference. No fear, no without, not nothing. Maybe everything would turn out to the best.
"There's the bride and groom." Cheers rose from every part of the place. It was such a jolly noise that not the sensitive ears seemed to mind. Everything was going well.
Moving to the side, Ban moved out of the way from the second wave of well wishers that were advancing toward the newly formed couple.
"Why do they keep on coming?" Ban could recognize that growl anywhere.
"Don't scowl Vegeta." The scold didn't seem out of place. Everyone else saw it as an every day thing. The king of saiyans manhandled by a woman. At least it was his woman.
"I'll do whatever I want woman." He sneered at her reproach. "Do they actually have to pester the poor kids the whole time?"
"Yes," Bulma snapped. She was too used to his demeaning remarks and things, but he wasn't going to complain the whole time. "Get used to it. We have a long time to remain."
He blanched for a second. It seemed to fast as he composed to his retuned composure. Ban hoped that she had caught it.
Spanning the shot, she took in the group around her. It was crowded in the place, and still it felt private somewhat.
* * *
"You're parents seem a little too lovey dovey to me." Pan looked from Trunks' shoulder toward the table that her mother and father sat. They were close, the light contact of hands seem to be more intimate if one catches their eyes.
"I guess they are," she looked to the other occupant of the table and grinned. "It seems that my older sister feels a little out of place."
Now it was Trunks' who looked at the table. Schial seemed to be not scowling, but slightly frozen in place. The only thing that kept her uncomfortable it seemed, was the small bundle she held in her arms. His little girl. Schial took her job as an aunt very seriously.
"Naturally." He answered, sighing as her head rested in his shoulder once again.
"I wish something could be done about her."
"She just needs time." Trunks mumbled although he could guess what had his friend in some troubling minds.
"Oh, well," Pan nodded her emerging thoughts away. She looked through the crowd, trying to spot her new sister-in-law.
"I don't think they're in the crowd." Trunks chuckled as his sweet searched the crowd to no avail. She wasn't very tall to begin with. Much like her mother.
"Let's just hope that our wedding isn't as big as this one."
"Are you kidding?" Pan couldn't resist letting her strained giggle leave her mouth. "You are the oldest and the heir to the Vegetian throne. Plus," Pan glanced at her parents table to find that her mother was now in council with Bulma and Chichi. "I'm an only child. They're already planning the wedding."
"At least they let us wait."
"Only because I persuaded them to let me have our child first. Plus, we got married by civil court as soon as we set foot in this planet. My grandmother had been giving me enough lectures on the way back."
"It gets us ten months out of the way."
"Just because it takes for our child seven months in earth time and because I need three months to recover."
"I'm just happy the attention shifting from us." He said heartily.
"All you are glad?" He could feel the wheels turning in her mind. "What about that little bundle of joy that we made?"
"That too."
"Uh-huh." She sounded skeptical.
A cry emerged from behind them. Schial appeared on their side. She looked helpless at the crying infant at her arms. She cradled with soft wilting, but the baby wanted her mother now.
"I think she wants something from you that I can not give her." Schial looked nervously at the eyes that darted around them.
Pan took little Fyria from Schial. She smiled at her. "How long is she going to be fed that way." Trunks motioned to the baby as it gurgled and her mouth sought out to find her mother's nipple.
Pan kept the baby distracted somewhat as they walked away from the center of attention and moved out of the crowds. Trunks stood before her as she unbuttoned her first buttons in the blouse and took out one of her filled breasts.
The baby happily knelt her head at the crud of her mother's arms and started it's feast. The glow in Pan's eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
Trunks looked once again at the pair before him and couldn't help but just grin senselessly. His hand reached for a tendril that escaped Pan's bun and ran askew in her face. He placed it behind her ear, gaining her attention.
"I love you," he kissed her lightly. Just fervently enough to let herself know how he thought and lived for her. "Thank you."
Ban strode away from the touching scene. She had intruded, but she was not displeased. Another couple that had found love.
Ah, love. Just a four lettered word. Meaning so much, that it held too little value in many eyes.
Looking beside her, she strained her eyes once again. It was there, she hadn't seen it. The saiyans were among the people. The people among the saiyans. The smile, the touch, the eyeing glances. Saiyans mated for life, but it seemed an adjustment would be made.
Looking around, she thought of all she had taped during the time from the ceremony to this time. She hadn't caught a film of the newlyweds and they were the most important. Just where in the world had they disappeared to.
Cut the cake, make the pretty, do the first dance and then disappear. Um... Her thoughts flew her mind as she saw Theo motioning for her to come forward. Shy, she moved slowly, breathing deep to control herself. She was way too young for this, but it didn't matter.
No other thoughts of looking or taping crossed her mind again. Later that day she remembered the glances she had received. She had been distracted. But what good distraction it had been.
* * *
"It was really callous of us to just up and leave them, you know." Bra nuzzled her nose at his neck and bristled at his response to her.
"Who are you trying to convince?" Goten asked as he turned her to the bed once more. "It was your idea to just leave. You, not me."
Playfully Bra hit him at the base of his biceps. "And it's not like you haven't enjoyed the time."
"I won't disagree with that." Goten replied as they set again to abandon the world for their own dream world.
At the bed, both cuddled as the time passed them by. Night had come, always quiet and always reserving. She was welcome to them.
"Goten?"
"Um," his hand tightened around her shoulders. He brought her on top of him. It took a moment to shift and fit together, but not real effort. It was all too easy for them. Her head cradled at the base of his neck, his hand buried at her waist and hers intertwined with his.
"Have you ever wondered?" He felt her hesitate. She was going to ask something that would be really important and stupid at the same time. Relationships always were at those questions. He didn't press her to continue.
She seemed to be weighting her words. Her breath caressed his chest and his tenderly touched her sensitive skin. How he loved these little moments.
Her thoughts trailed away as she remembered their first encounter. He had held her protectively from the fall and she had been breathless from him. How much things had changed? And yet how little did that matter.
"I'm glad you kissed me that afternoon." She mumbled, her lips hidden beneath his neck. He felt warm elucidate from her. She felt as if she was blushing. How little the admission and she burned.
"Which afternoon?" He asked playfully. "There have been so many."
"You know which one." She had returned to her outright self it seemed.
She used her hands, pushed away from his chest and leveled her head with his. She watched him intently and earnestly. She seemed to be waiting for a response.
"I'm glad I kissed you too." A smile broke on her beautiful face. He couldn't help it. "I wouldn't be surprised if you had arranged the whole thing."
"What?" She seemed lost a moment. "I don't arrange love." She huffed.
"Fate has enough powers as it is." Goten pulled her down once again. Simply holding her was enough to alleviate his thoughts.
"Too true."
"I love you little princess." Goten bit her outer ear and pressed her closer. "Too much to show or say."
"Thank you for your own love." She answered. Her hand trailing down his navel. Quietly, she excited him with a mere touch or breath.
"We'll have enough days for thank you-s." His demeanor changed. The hunter was back on. With a swift move, he had her pinned on her back at the mattress.
"Let the rest of our lives go on." He whispered lazily. She knew too true.
Smiling, reaching longingly, their lives intertwined. "Let the game of life begin."
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It's been technically over a year right now. Five minutes over to the 7th of October. But who cares? It's over... I'll miss it, but it's over.
Too long a tale... thank you all.
Now, I am working on a new story... Bra and Goten... If interested drop by. Here's the name and a taste of it.
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Drifting Bliss
"Still," Goten took the cup of champagne on the table and drank it whole. "There's no way..."
"It makes sense." Bra sat down, Goten sitting with her. "Do you think everyone knew?"
"I don't know," Goten replied as he concentrated on her. She'd really lit the room with her dress. But more important was the appreciative glint in her persona. He knew at the moment the setup. "We were setup by our friends."
"With the motive of being away."
"And of picking off were we had left off."
"Is it working?" Bra asked her partner, feeling the tipsiness of the drinks already clouding her mind. Not that it needed more clouding from every time she saw him. She was a puddle.
"Yeah," he reached for her chair and glided it all the way to his. Now side by side. "Definitely." His mouth searched hers. Any unanswered prayers and answers being told in with the seductive movements or their tongues.
"Why do we always end up doing this when we see each other?" Bra questioned as she plunged into his caress once again.
He had no answer to the question that he had asked himself so many times in the last months. "I don't know." His hands met at her back, pushing her entirely to his lap. "But I like it."
"So do I," she uttered before brushing herself away from his embrace. She was drugged. He wasn't going to protest her moves. She looked back once before slipping away into the crowd. It was always like this.
Now the greatest reward
Is the light in your eyes
the sound of your voice
and the touch of your hand
you made me who I am
It was the light of her eyes, the sound of her voice, touch of their hands that really made him see the assertion of the song. It was too close to home.
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I hope it is interesting enough...
It was a joy writing for all of you... Good Bye
Moon Star
The epilogue to this is right here. I still can't believe that it's been a whole year. I've never spent so much time on one story. Except for the series Bitten by You, but that's another story.
Thank you all for reading, you should know that I never write good epilogues. This is going to be short compared to the others I've done for other stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters.
Arranged Love
Epilogue
The camera turned on, Ban stifled a giggle as she started to record the happy occasion. It was Bra and Goten's wedding. She could not have been any happier.
It was almost a year since she had met Goten, and she was glad that her almost sister Bra had fallen for him. Arranged marriages were too customary to really turn down. At least this one had gotten it's happy ending.
Focusing the camera, she smiled mischievously. It was time to pounce the rooms and actually capture what was happening in this happy occasion.
The reception was being held at one of the Brief's compounds on Earth. It was open space, the chairs and tables brushing with the hearth as the festivities were being held.
It was much that all the saiyans had been invited and many relations from their earth families were present too. Life was full of surprises. No one would have been able to see the difference from saiyans and humans if it wasn't for their stance and arrogant faces.
Ban brushed through the throngs of people. No one paid any attention to her as everyone was attending the bride and the groom.
It had only been minutes since the Earth vows had been said and life seemed indeed brighter by the union. What could happen next?
Scarcely nine months since their arrival on the planet and the saiyans had all accustomed themselves to the new way of life.
Ban stilled for a moment, from the corner of her eye she could spy one of the saiyans she indeed had been looking for. Radditz stood, his arms crossed at his chest, right beside his brother Kakarotte or Goku as the humans called him.
She moved slowly in, trying to get into the conversation without being discovered.
"I still don't understand why we can't still be with our tails." Radditz growled. He still remembered how uncomfortable he'd been the first days as his brother had removed it. And it wasn't just him, all the others had been just as skeptical.
"It's the moon." Goku tried to explain for the umpteenth time. He knew that his brother would growl about it until the end of his living days but how could still think about it? "You're in a new planet where we all look alike. The tail sets you apart."
He grunted. "Like our looks don't."
"At least now the saiyans will truly dissipate without disaster."
Not getting anything of most importance, she started to turn away. She saw the group of younger saiyans that were huddled in with the rest of the human children. There truly seemed to be no difference. No fear, no without, not nothing. Maybe everything would turn out to the best.
"There's the bride and groom." Cheers rose from every part of the place. It was such a jolly noise that not the sensitive ears seemed to mind. Everything was going well.
Moving to the side, Ban moved out of the way from the second wave of well wishers that were advancing toward the newly formed couple.
"Why do they keep on coming?" Ban could recognize that growl anywhere.
"Don't scowl Vegeta." The scold didn't seem out of place. Everyone else saw it as an every day thing. The king of saiyans manhandled by a woman. At least it was his woman.
"I'll do whatever I want woman." He sneered at her reproach. "Do they actually have to pester the poor kids the whole time?"
"Yes," Bulma snapped. She was too used to his demeaning remarks and things, but he wasn't going to complain the whole time. "Get used to it. We have a long time to remain."
He blanched for a second. It seemed to fast as he composed to his retuned composure. Ban hoped that she had caught it.
Spanning the shot, she took in the group around her. It was crowded in the place, and still it felt private somewhat.
* * *
"You're parents seem a little too lovey dovey to me." Pan looked from Trunks' shoulder toward the table that her mother and father sat. They were close, the light contact of hands seem to be more intimate if one catches their eyes.
"I guess they are," she looked to the other occupant of the table and grinned. "It seems that my older sister feels a little out of place."
Now it was Trunks' who looked at the table. Schial seemed to be not scowling, but slightly frozen in place. The only thing that kept her uncomfortable it seemed, was the small bundle she held in her arms. His little girl. Schial took her job as an aunt very seriously.
"Naturally." He answered, sighing as her head rested in his shoulder once again.
"I wish something could be done about her."
"She just needs time." Trunks mumbled although he could guess what had his friend in some troubling minds.
"Oh, well," Pan nodded her emerging thoughts away. She looked through the crowd, trying to spot her new sister-in-law.
"I don't think they're in the crowd." Trunks chuckled as his sweet searched the crowd to no avail. She wasn't very tall to begin with. Much like her mother.
"Let's just hope that our wedding isn't as big as this one."
"Are you kidding?" Pan couldn't resist letting her strained giggle leave her mouth. "You are the oldest and the heir to the Vegetian throne. Plus," Pan glanced at her parents table to find that her mother was now in council with Bulma and Chichi. "I'm an only child. They're already planning the wedding."
"At least they let us wait."
"Only because I persuaded them to let me have our child first. Plus, we got married by civil court as soon as we set foot in this planet. My grandmother had been giving me enough lectures on the way back."
"It gets us ten months out of the way."
"Just because it takes for our child seven months in earth time and because I need three months to recover."
"I'm just happy the attention shifting from us." He said heartily.
"All you are glad?" He could feel the wheels turning in her mind. "What about that little bundle of joy that we made?"
"That too."
"Uh-huh." She sounded skeptical.
A cry emerged from behind them. Schial appeared on their side. She looked helpless at the crying infant at her arms. She cradled with soft wilting, but the baby wanted her mother now.
"I think she wants something from you that I can not give her." Schial looked nervously at the eyes that darted around them.
Pan took little Fyria from Schial. She smiled at her. "How long is she going to be fed that way." Trunks motioned to the baby as it gurgled and her mouth sought out to find her mother's nipple.
Pan kept the baby distracted somewhat as they walked away from the center of attention and moved out of the crowds. Trunks stood before her as she unbuttoned her first buttons in the blouse and took out one of her filled breasts.
The baby happily knelt her head at the crud of her mother's arms and started it's feast. The glow in Pan's eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
Trunks looked once again at the pair before him and couldn't help but just grin senselessly. His hand reached for a tendril that escaped Pan's bun and ran askew in her face. He placed it behind her ear, gaining her attention.
"I love you," he kissed her lightly. Just fervently enough to let herself know how he thought and lived for her. "Thank you."
Ban strode away from the touching scene. She had intruded, but she was not displeased. Another couple that had found love.
Ah, love. Just a four lettered word. Meaning so much, that it held too little value in many eyes.
Looking beside her, she strained her eyes once again. It was there, she hadn't seen it. The saiyans were among the people. The people among the saiyans. The smile, the touch, the eyeing glances. Saiyans mated for life, but it seemed an adjustment would be made.
Looking around, she thought of all she had taped during the time from the ceremony to this time. She hadn't caught a film of the newlyweds and they were the most important. Just where in the world had they disappeared to.
Cut the cake, make the pretty, do the first dance and then disappear. Um... Her thoughts flew her mind as she saw Theo motioning for her to come forward. Shy, she moved slowly, breathing deep to control herself. She was way too young for this, but it didn't matter.
No other thoughts of looking or taping crossed her mind again. Later that day she remembered the glances she had received. She had been distracted. But what good distraction it had been.
* * *
"It was really callous of us to just up and leave them, you know." Bra nuzzled her nose at his neck and bristled at his response to her.
"Who are you trying to convince?" Goten asked as he turned her to the bed once more. "It was your idea to just leave. You, not me."
Playfully Bra hit him at the base of his biceps. "And it's not like you haven't enjoyed the time."
"I won't disagree with that." Goten replied as they set again to abandon the world for their own dream world.
At the bed, both cuddled as the time passed them by. Night had come, always quiet and always reserving. She was welcome to them.
"Goten?"
"Um," his hand tightened around her shoulders. He brought her on top of him. It took a moment to shift and fit together, but not real effort. It was all too easy for them. Her head cradled at the base of his neck, his hand buried at her waist and hers intertwined with his.
"Have you ever wondered?" He felt her hesitate. She was going to ask something that would be really important and stupid at the same time. Relationships always were at those questions. He didn't press her to continue.
She seemed to be weighting her words. Her breath caressed his chest and his tenderly touched her sensitive skin. How he loved these little moments.
Her thoughts trailed away as she remembered their first encounter. He had held her protectively from the fall and she had been breathless from him. How much things had changed? And yet how little did that matter.
"I'm glad you kissed me that afternoon." She mumbled, her lips hidden beneath his neck. He felt warm elucidate from her. She felt as if she was blushing. How little the admission and she burned.
"Which afternoon?" He asked playfully. "There have been so many."
"You know which one." She had returned to her outright self it seemed.
She used her hands, pushed away from his chest and leveled her head with his. She watched him intently and earnestly. She seemed to be waiting for a response.
"I'm glad I kissed you too." A smile broke on her beautiful face. He couldn't help it. "I wouldn't be surprised if you had arranged the whole thing."
"What?" She seemed lost a moment. "I don't arrange love." She huffed.
"Fate has enough powers as it is." Goten pulled her down once again. Simply holding her was enough to alleviate his thoughts.
"Too true."
"I love you little princess." Goten bit her outer ear and pressed her closer. "Too much to show or say."
"Thank you for your own love." She answered. Her hand trailing down his navel. Quietly, she excited him with a mere touch or breath.
"We'll have enough days for thank you-s." His demeanor changed. The hunter was back on. With a swift move, he had her pinned on her back at the mattress.
"Let the rest of our lives go on." He whispered lazily. She knew too true.
Smiling, reaching longingly, their lives intertwined. "Let the game of life begin."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been technically over a year right now. Five minutes over to the 7th of October. But who cares? It's over... I'll miss it, but it's over.
Too long a tale... thank you all.
Now, I am working on a new story... Bra and Goten... If interested drop by. Here's the name and a taste of it.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Drifting Bliss
"Still," Goten took the cup of champagne on the table and drank it whole. "There's no way..."
"It makes sense." Bra sat down, Goten sitting with her. "Do you think everyone knew?"
"I don't know," Goten replied as he concentrated on her. She'd really lit the room with her dress. But more important was the appreciative glint in her persona. He knew at the moment the setup. "We were setup by our friends."
"With the motive of being away."
"And of picking off were we had left off."
"Is it working?" Bra asked her partner, feeling the tipsiness of the drinks already clouding her mind. Not that it needed more clouding from every time she saw him. She was a puddle.
"Yeah," he reached for her chair and glided it all the way to his. Now side by side. "Definitely." His mouth searched hers. Any unanswered prayers and answers being told in with the seductive movements or their tongues.
"Why do we always end up doing this when we see each other?" Bra questioned as she plunged into his caress once again.
He had no answer to the question that he had asked himself so many times in the last months. "I don't know." His hands met at her back, pushing her entirely to his lap. "But I like it."
"So do I," she uttered before brushing herself away from his embrace. She was drugged. He wasn't going to protest her moves. She looked back once before slipping away into the crowd. It was always like this.
Now the greatest reward
Is the light in your eyes
the sound of your voice
and the touch of your hand
you made me who I am
It was the light of her eyes, the sound of her voice, touch of their hands that really made him see the assertion of the song. It was too close to home.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I hope it is interesting enough...
It was a joy writing for all of you... Good Bye
Moon Star