Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ The Prince and his Queen ( Chapter 12 )

AN: Hey there! There is something amiss with the whole quotation mark deal, and I admit it really annoys me - I'm sure it annoys the hell out of y'all too. I've decided to use this ~ as my quotation marks until I can figure out what happened. Other than that: woo hoo! We're nearing the end, and I promise I'll make the long wait worth it! Hehe V/B forever baby..

Disclaimer: I have a tattoo on my tailbone... yeah... hehehe - oh man, my crazy friend got a tattoo of trunks on her hip! It's so cool! Hehe, pretty crazy though!

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~I swear honey, everything will be fine! Bulma wouldn't dare throw any kind of stunt tonight~ said Dr. Briefs, massaging his wife's shoulders. It was already around seven thirty, and the guests were due to arrive in half an hour. Secretly, he was in doubt. He had no idea what had come over his daughter these past few days, but she acted with such spontaneity and recklessness, he couldn't fathom it. He was sure it was Vegeta's doing. That boy always was trouble! He broke out of his reverie when he heard screaming from the garden.

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~Vegeta!!!! Come down here, NOW!~ yelled Bulma, with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The Saiyan Prince appeared before her within seconds, mirroring her scowl and crossed arms.

~What is it now Princess~ he said sarcastically. Her shrill voice harassed him just as he was lathering up in the shower. For some reason, the loving thoughts he had for her earlier quickly turned into those of annoyance. All of a sudden, he saw her eyes wander down his bare chest. They moved back to his face quickly, and her cheeks burned with faint coloring. He smiled in spite of himself. She was so cute when she was embarrassed.

~My mother tells me you refuse to wear a tuxedo~ she said somewhat accusingly, trying to steer his out of any misgiving direction. He snorted. There was no way a Saiyan Prince would make a fool out himself in a penguin suit. ~So, your mother is correct. I already told her that I would prefer NOT to wear that tonight~ he said, clutching the towel that hung low on his hips.

~Well, you may be able to bully my mother out of making you, but you are definitely not bullying me out of it. Everybody, including Kakkarot, is wearing one~ she said pointedly. ~I suppose I could, if it would please you.~ (AN: hehe, just when we thought he was reverting back to himself) Vegeta said with a sly smile and licked his lips. Bulma's control faltered slightly as her gaze settled back on his chest. She leaned into him, aware that the only thing that separated them was a towel and a thin silk dress. ~It would please me greatly~ she whispered in his ear. Her lips lingered near his, and she ran her small hands up and down his back.

~HEY! YOU TWO! STOP IT!~ yelled Dr. Briefs, his face pink with embarrassment and fury. Bulma and Vegeta both stood as they were, with identical smirks. Dr. Briefs sweat dropped. It was scary, seeing how much they reflected themselves into one another.

~Yes, Daddy?~ Bulma said, her eyebrows moving upwards with amusement.

~Bulma, this is not the time and place for such...actions. Now, please remove yourselves from each other this instant!~ He growled, appalled that his daughter would have such a lack of respect as to go cavorting off with Vegeta like that. The two let go reluctantly, and went off to their rooms.

Thank Kami, Dr. Briefs thought. They didn't give me a hard time. This time, at least.

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There were ushers everywhere, leading the glitzy guests into the huge silk tent that was located on Capsule Corps.'s massive garden. Rain scented candles of all sizes accentuated the white silk of the tent, and the stars could be seen through the thin canopies. It was just as romantic as Mrs. Briefs had pictured, and everyone seemed to agree.

~Where is my daughter?~ Dr. Briefs asked one of the ushers, who was an employee at the office. ~I think she is on her way down, Sir. The people on her guest list are all here, and all waiting for her at their respective tables~ said the usher, his eyes scanning the crowd.

~Hmm, all right, but if she doesn't come down in ten minutes, find her. And, oh, is the young man Vegeta down already?~

~Yes Sir, he was one of the first people to arrive~

Good, thought Dr. Briefs. At least he didn't have to worry about them performing disgusting sexual acts at the time being.

He made his way to the tables that were already occupied by Bulma's friends.

Chi Chi, Goku, Yamucha, Krillen, Master Roshi, Puar, Gohan, and Piccolo were all decked out in formal wear. Even Chi Chi had on a ball gown, and red lipstick!

~Well now, you all clean up so well!~ Dr. Briefs said smiling. Piccolo raised his eyebrow, but nodded in acknowledgment.

~Thanks, Dr. Briefs. Where's Bulma?~ asked Chi Chi, with a mischeivous smile on her face.

~Uh, I was just going to ask if you all had seen her~ He replied, nervously.

~She is on her way down~

Everyone turned to see a slick looking Vegeta slide into his chair next to Goku. Chi Chi had to keep her mouth closed, but her eyes bugged out. Even Gohan was in awe of how princely Vegeta looked that night. I wonder, thought Piccolo, how they got him into a tuxedo. Dr. Briefs swallowed, then frowned. He turned to leave, and muttered something along the lines of having to greet his unattended guests.

Just then, several gasps were heard as Bulma descended down into the gardens.

She wore a black ball gown skirt that hung on her hips, and her black tube top was heavily beaded, revealing her perfectly flat porcelain stomach. The ebony color of her dress contrasted with her milky skin, which had been dusted with silver shimmering powder. Her eyes were lined like a cat's with kohl, and her lips and cheeks were stained slightly with color. Her shimmering blue hair was parted on the side and gathered into loose chignon leaving strands to frame her face.

The photographers snapped away continuously, and reporters were furiously scribbling in their notebooks. The Z senshi gawked at her. Sure Bulma always looked good, but she looked so beautiful, Yamucha felt like hitting himself on the head. Oh man, he thought, I can't believe I let go of THAT! Gohan giggled and said ~Mom, Bulma looks like a princess doesn't she?~

Everyone looked at him and smiled. If only he knew how close he was to the truth.

Vegeta's heart leaped. The brat was right for once.

~Not a princess~ he whispered.

Goku and Piccolo looked at him questioningly.

~A queen~ he said, never taking his eyes off her.