Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Our Way ❯ Chapter 3
Vegeta rapped on Bulma's window until a light flicked on and she finally came to open it.
"Where the hell. . ." She paused at the sight of Vegeta floating just outside her second story window. The light from behind her shone just far enough into the dark night outside to see the most beautiful sight. Vegeta was wearing his new black suit with a crisp, white shirt complete with cufflinks, a deep blue cummerbund and bow tie. She leaned slightly over the windowsill to see the light reflect off his shiny black shoes.
"Get dressed," he ordered. "We're getting married."
"But the wedding isn't until noon," Bulma said, still numb with shock at the dashing picture Vegeta made. She thought he looked unbelievable in his training clothes, but this was way beyond handsome! It was downright, breathtakingly sexy!
"We're getting married now," he repeated. "Put on that marriage gown and let's get going before I change my mind!"
Bulma didn't waste time asking questions while she donned her wedding dress. If he had come back, serious about marrying her, she wasn't going to risk doing anything to give him second thoughts. Even though she wanted to know why they were doing this in the middle of the night, she kept her mouth closed.
Vegeta helped her out the window and flew off, carrying her in his arms. The stars were bright overhead, lighting their way as they sped through the air. Bulma watched the scenery pass below her, completely trusting Vegeta to keep her safe from falling.
"So where are we getting married?" she asked, brushing her windblown hair from her face.
Vegeta didn't answer.
"Is it a secret? A surprise? I love surprises! Could you at least give me a hint?"
Vegeta still didn't acknowledge her questions, so Bulma sighed and continued scanning the ground for familiar landmarks. She had a vague idea they were traveling north, but couldn't be sure without any sun to gauge by.
"You look. . .that dress. . .it's. . ."
Bulma wanted to laugh at Vegeta's attempt at a compliment, but didn't dare if she wanted him to keep doing it. Instead, she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said. "You look very nice, too."
They flew on in silence for awhile before a glow of light caught her attention on the horizon. As they neared, she realized they were closing in on a large city, but couldn't imagine why there would be so many lights on at this time of night. The glare made Bulma squint her eyes after traveling in darkness for so long. Suddenly, she gasped.
"Vegeta! We're not just getting married! We're eloping!"
Vegeta relaxed, seeing the happy expression on Bulma's face. He had been preparing himself for a battle all afternoon, thinking she would fight against his idea. That was why he didn't ask, he ordered. It saved time.
"This is great!" she continued, her eyes reflecting the sparkling lights below. "I wish I had thought of this!"
"You females always make things harder than they need to be," Vegeta said. "If you would have told me in the first place there were other marriage customs, I wouldn't have had to research it."
"You are absolutely right, Vegeta."
He did a double take. She was actually agreeing with him? And smiling about it?
Bulma laughed at Vegeta's surprise and planted a kiss square on his lips. He had to stop flying and hover above the city so they wouldn't risk crashing into anything. He deepened the kiss and held her tight, her gown blowing gently against his legs in the breeze. Slowly, they made their way back to the ground, touching down just outside one of the city's many 24-hour wedding chapels.
"Boy have you two come to the right place!"
A scattering of applause accompanied the comment and the magic of their kiss was broken. Bulma giggled at the stain of red on Vegeta’s cheeks before he hurried them inside the nearest door.
“Welcome! Welcome!” a boisterous woman cried, coming over to greet her newest customers. “Don’t you both look so perfect! Just like the top of a wedding cake!”
“We want a marriage ceremony performed,” Vegeta demanded. “Now.”
“Of course! Of course!” she gushed, and grabbed Bulma’s hands in her chubby ones. “Isn’t he just the impatient one? Can’t even wait for his beautiful bride to freshen up a bit? There’s a room just over here where you can fix yourself right up.”
“No need,” he growled. “Let’s just get on with it.”
Bulma sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to undo the damage the flight over had caused. The woman gave Vegeta a reproachful glare which was completely ignored.
Bulma was handed a clipboard as they followed her through a flowered archway and into a small chapel with a half-dozen short pews. She sat in the back and began to fill out the form they needed for the ceremony. One other couple and their witnesses stood in front of a small podium as an old man performed their nuptials. Bulma guessed he was the large woman’s husband, but he was as thin as his wife was wide.
“. . . I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The witnesses clapped happily as the newly wedded couple embraced, practically devouring each other in their, now legal, passion.
“Disgusting!” Vegeta said under his breath.
“Next!” the old man called.
Vegeta stood in the aisle with his arms crossed, forcing everyone to squeeze between him and the pews as they left. When the way was clear, he grabbed Bulma’s hand and marched her to the front.
“We’re next,” he announced.
The old man held out his hand and Bulma placed the clipboard in it. He skimmed over it until his brows creased in confusion.
“You didn’t write down the groom’s last name.”
“That a problem?” Vegeta asked with a deadly glare.
“Not with me,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve married two Chers, three Elvis’s, and a Madonna this week. Just so you know that if this isn’t your legal name it won’t hold up in court.”
“Just get on with it.”
“Wait!” the large woman interrupted. “You need witnesses.”
“Oh,” Bulma said, her shoulders sagging. She would hate for Vegeta’s beautiful gesture to be for nothing just for the lack of two people. “Just a second!”
Vegeta watched as Bulma hitched up her wedding dress and ran down the aisle and out the door. He looked over at the old man, but only received a smile and another shrug. Just as he was about to go after her, the door was flung open and Bulma returned.
“OK, let’s get this wedding started,” she announced, towing two complete strangers behind her.
“Oh, I just love weddings!” the first one gushed. Vegeta looked the newcomer over from the spiked high heels to the puffy blonde hair. He had to admit, she would have made a fairly pretty female . . . if it weren’t for the Adam’s apple.
“We’re getting paid for this, right?” the second asked. This one was shorter and wore a dark, baggy suit and hat, but it didn’t completely mask the fact that he had almost as big a chest as Bulma’s.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, but kept his comments to himself. If they had to have witnesses, these would do. He tried his best to ignore them as Bulma stood by his side in front of the old man.
“Do you . . .” he looked down at the clipboard, “. . . Bulma take this man to be your husband?”
“I do,” Bulma answered, giving Vegeta a bright smile.
“Do you . . .”
“Yes,” Vegeta replied before the man could even find his name on the paper.
“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and . . .”
Vegeta didn’t hear the rest of the old man’s words as he turned to Bulma. He had no intention of making such a lewd display as the couple before them, but when he looked into her eyes, he forgot where he was. To him, they were completely alone. All he saw was the happiness on her face and knew he was the cause of it.
“I have customers waiting,” the old man said, tapping them both on the shoulder.
Bulma disengaged herself from Vegeta’s kiss and looked around them. Not only were their witnesses applauding their passion, a dozen new spectators had arrived at some point and were also cheering them on. Vegeta tensed with embarrassment, but Bulma just laughed.
“Thank you! Thank you!” she said with a little bow. “Now if you don’t mind, my husband and I really must be leaving.”
“Just sign here,” the woman said, thrusting the clipboard and pen into their hands. They quickly signed were indicated, posed for an instant photo, and practically tossed the promised money to their impromptu witnesses before they were able to escape the chapel.
“At least that’s over,” Vegeta said with a sigh as he yanked the tie from his neck. “Now let’s get home.”
“Wait, Vegeta,” Bulma said, taking another look at their picture before tucking it in the envelope with their certificate. “It’s not over yet.”
“What do you mean? We went through the ceremony, we signed the paper . . . what else is there?”
“Well, there is one more wedding tradition. The honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon? Is that anything like ‘bachelor party’ or ‘bridal shower’?” he asked, a skeptical look on his face.
“No, this one is just for us. And we don’t even have to fly anywhere to do it,” she added, pointing to the posh hotel across the street.