Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Camoflage ❯ Chapter 3

Vegeta was in a much better mood by the time he returned to Capsule Corp. just before dawn. Kakarot had nearly driven him crazy talking about Yamcha's redeeming qualities before finally letting him find release between his rock solid cheeks.

The teasing foreplay was something new to Vegeta, and it somehow made it all the more enjoyable by drawing out the sweet agony. The only problem was now he would never be able to look at the scarred fighter again without picturing him lathering Kakarot in the bath.

After a quick shower, picturing Kakarot there with him, he slept the remaining few hours until the rest of the household awoke. There was a lot to do that day, and he still wanted to get at least some training in. As soon as he sensed the woman awake, he knocked on her door.

"Vegeta? What do you want? Is something wrong?" she asked, completely surprised to see him there.

"We're getting married," he announced.

She blinked. "We are?"

"Yes. Get dressed. We're leaving as soon as I get done eating."

"That sounds more like an order than a proposal," she said, a glint of defiance in her eye. "What if I say no?"

"Then I find another woman to marry," he said over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs, "and you lose not only a father for the brat, but the best sex you've ever had."

Bulma gasped. She had been ready to tell him he was fuckin' crazy, but clamped her mouth shut tight. Now she wished she hadn't told him that, but at the time she had been putty in his unbelievable hands. She had no idea where he had learned the moves, and didn't really care, but she wasn't willing to lose them so quickly. If it meant making their living arrangement legal, it wasn't such a big hardship. She doubted much would change just because Vegeta recognized her as his wife.

Vegeta had gotten all the information he needed from Kakarot as they rested on the forest floor, recovering their energy before flying to their homes. He had learned the quickest, most painless way to complete his task so he could get on with his life and training. All it took was a piece of paper and three other people to witness it. One of them had to be licensed to perform the ceremony, but he was assured they were easy to find.

"Get your parents," Vegeta said, shoving himself away from the table he had cleared in short order. "We need witnesses."

"I'll get mom, but dad isn't here," Bulma said, placing the breakfast dishes in the sink. "He left last night for a conference."

"Then find someone to replace him."

"Um. What about Yamcha? I know he's home today." Bulma braced herself for the shit that was sure to hit the fan.

Vegeta paused in the doorway for a few seconds before half turning his head to say over his shoulder, "Then get him. But be quick about it."

Yamcha was completely surprised when Bulma called him, but agreed to witness the wedding, just so he could see for himself that they were serious. They picked him up in the Capsule Corp. aircar and he glared at Vegeta the rest of the way to the courthouse.

"Oh, isn't this exciting, Yamcha?" Mrs. Briefs asked, holding her hands to her chest. "My little girl is eloping! It's just so romantic!"

Yamcha grunted. He wasn't going to believe it until the papers were signed and sealed. It irked him that Vegeta kept staring out the window, completely ignoring everyone else in the car. He certainly didn't look like the romantic type.

Vegeta had to keep his eyes away from Yamcha. Kakarot's description of him was still too fresh in his mind. There was no way he was going to give the weakling the satisfaction of seeing anything but revulsion in his eyes.

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The judge was more than happy to accommodate the Brief family, even though he had to totally rearrange his schedule. He had been friends with Bulma's father since their school days and was sorry to hear he would be missing his own daughter's wedding.

"This is just a formality before the baby is born," Bulma whispered to the judge. "We'll have a regular wedding when I'm up for it." She was relieved when he bought her little lie, though she wished it were the truth. It didn't feel right without her father to walk her down the aisle.

Kakarot had told Vegeta it was traditional for the man to give the woman a ring, but he didn't want to take the time to look for one. When it came to that part of the ceremony, Bulma told the judge it was her idea not to have a ring because her hands were swollen from her pregnancy. Vegeta was impressed how easily the lie came out and was accepted. He had to admit that she was making this ordeal easier on him than he predicted.

The actual ceremony was a lot shorter than Vegeta expected and he actually smiled when the judge pronounced them man and wife. He held Bulma's face as he kissed her deeply to seal the deal. The sound of Yamcha's muffled groan was well worth it. Now, he could forget all about Saiyan traditions and the dream of ever getting Bulma back.

Bulma signed the marriage certificate, followed by Vegeta. If the judge thought it odd that Vegeta had no last name, he didn't comment. Bulma's mother cried as she wrote her name, still overemotional from the ceremony. Yamcha's hand literally shook as he took the pen she offered him and he had to take a deep breath before completing his ex-girlfriend's wedding with his own signature.

"We should celebrate!" Mrs. Briefs declared as they walked back outside. Her complete emotional turnaround from crying to laughing astounded Vegeta. "How about taking an afternoon boat ride and then eat at one of those really fancy restaurants?"

"That's an excellent idea," Yamcha agreed, always ready to accept a free meal.

"How about it Vegeta?" Bulma asked, threading her arm through his as they made their way back to the aircar.

Vegeta saw that the sun was already shining bright and high in the sky, and was anxious to return to his training, but one look at Yamcha changed his mind. He was still skeptical about Vegeta's motives. The only way to make sure this plan succeeded was to play it full tilt until they could get rid of him.

"Fine."

Before they got to the aircar, Bulma paused, clenching Vegeta's arm with a force that surprised him. He stopped walking, letting the others get ahead of them. He could sense something was not right by the way her heart had suddenly began to pound at twice the normal rate.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a small glimmer of hope starting to grow. If she was sick, then he had the perfect excuse to get out of what was sure to be an aggravating afternoon.

"It's nothing, Vegeta," Bulma replied, giving him an over-bright smile. "I'm just so happy, that's all."

"Dammit, woman!" he growled. "Don't do that!"

The cruise was a complete waste of time, in Vegeta's opinion. The rest of them stood at the rail and watched the fish jumped out of the water as they passed and pointed out other forms of wildlife along the shore to each other. The fresh air and smell of seafood only made Vegeta hungry, and the tiny cocktails did nothing to appease his appetite.

They walked to the large waterfront restaurant and were shown to a private dining room overlooking the sparkling river. During the meal, Vegeta tried his hardest to ignore the table's other occupants and enjoy his meal, but it just wasn't in his power to do so.

Bulma was quieter than usual, which not only surprised Vegeta, but pleased him as well. Maybe being married to her was going to be a lot more peaceful than just living with her. He just wished she would stop fidgeting in her chair so much.

Mrs. Briefs had the uncanny ability to continue a steady stream of conversation and clear her plate at the same time. Vegeta could usually tune out her twangy voice, but for some reason it seemed to bounce off the walls and echo right back at him, amplifying it to an irritating level.

Yamcha had taken full advantage of Mrs. Briefs' offer to foot the bill by ordering the most expensive champaign on the list. Then, after a short, meaningless toast, he proceeded to finish the rest of the bottle himself and ordered another one. By the time they got to the dessert course, he was getting extremely loud and obnoxious.

"Why don't you just sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!" Vegeta yelled, his patience finally snapping when Yamcha insisted he hadn't given the bride a kiss yet.

"Aw shit, Vegeta, it's tradition," Yamcha slurred. "You don't mind sharing her for just a little kiss, do you? You shared. . ."

Vegeta's arm had shot out so fast, no one was able to track its movement. It took Yamcha a full five seconds to realize the reason he was no longer able to talk was because there was a Saiyan hand wrapped around his throat.

"Vegeta! Stop!"

He could barely hear Bulma's pleas through the fog of anger and hatred. He knew what he was about to say and stopped him just before the name was uttered. Yamcha struggled weakly under Vegeta's deadly stare. No matter how hard Vegeta tried, he just couldn't picture what Kakarot saw in this pathetic idiot.

"Don't talk about my wife like that," Vegeta said to cover his impulsive actions. There was still a slim chance that Yamcha could be persuaded to believe Kakarot had lied to him. With a flick, he sent Yamcha tumbling backwards in his chair.

"Oh no! Yamcha!" Mrs. Briefs cried and hurried to see if he was hurt.

"You bastard!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta, shooting to her feet. "He didn't mean anything. He was just. . ." Her words were cut off as a sharp pain took her breath away.