Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Uber Babe ❯ Chapter 8

A/N: Okay, this is it. Everyone knew there'd be a happy ending. Eat it up, it's all for you. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I don't want to own DBZ. I just want to fiddle around with the characters now and then.


Toshie woke up feeling warm and secure and remembered just where she was with sudden clarity.

Yamcha's apartment.

The night before rushed back to mind and she blushed. He'd been so loving, so patient, so incredibly sweet with her. It wasn't like what she'd thought it would be. Her kiss-and-telling friends had obviously gotten the short end of the stick as far as first times went. She giggled to herself at how terribly immature that sounded when taken the wrong way.

A low chuckle rumbled against her. "Morning, baby. Sweet dreams?" Yamcha murmured.

"Mmm-hmm." Toshie twisted in his arms to kiss him. "Morning to you, too."

Yamcha returned the kiss with definite interest. "Feeling all right?" he asked, launching an all out attack on her neck.

She giggled again at his playfulness as he dropped multiple little kisses along her neck. She didn't stand much of a chance, not with the likes of him. "A little sore, but okay," she responded, turning her head to allow him better access. The bedroom's blinds were drawn so the room was dim, but the numbers on the clock beside the bed shone brightly at her. "Yamcha!" she screamed, sitting bolt upright and knocking him in the jaw with her shoulder as she did so.

"What? What is it?" Yamcha asked worriedly, leaning his arm heavily against the mattress as the motion practically knocked him off the bed. "What happened?"

She took his face and tilted it toward the clock.

11:22

"We slept in!" they chorused hysterically.

The room became a flurry of action as they leapt out of the bed and scurried to get ready.

"What time is the limo supposed to be here?"

"I don't know, but Bulma said we should be there by noon."

"Damn!"

"No kidding- whoops, sorry about that."

"I'll live. Don't worry, we'll buy a new one."

"I feel like we're in that 'Home Alone' movie." More giggles.

A chuckle. "At least we're not running for a flight with a boatload of kids."

"Bound to happen someday."

He paused in his task of gathering clothes long enough to grab her and kiss her soundly. "Bet on it, sweet thing," he purred, turning her toward the bathroom. "Into the shower with you."

She rushed into the bathroom. "Hey, where's my stuff?" she yelled as the water turned on.

"There's soap and shampoo in there. What else do you need?" Yamcha asked, dumping the contents of her travel bag onto the bed.

"My shower gel. I don't think it would be a good idea for me to smell like pine trees," she responded, getting into the shower.

"Here." Yamcha thrust some items past the curtain. "Hmmm... maybe I should show you the specifics of how the shower head works," he purred, giving her a once-over. "It does different types of spray, you know."

"Get outta here! You're going to make us really late," Toshie told him with a giggle. She had surprised herself at how comfortable she'd been around him naked. "You can show me later."

"You're no fun," Yamcha pouted, heading back to the bedroom. "Our clothes are still in your purse, right?"

"Yes, so just find something else to wear there," Toshie yelled back, thanking the gods that Bulma had had the foresight to pack everything needed in the capsules, including their shoes and jewelry for her.

There was a knock at the door. "Oh, great... just a minute!" Yamcha called out as he yanked his jeans on.

There was a loud thud as Toshie stepped out of the shower. "What was that?"

"Your suitcase. I'm trying to find something for you to wear. And the limo driver is here."

"Oh, great..."

"Here." Some clothes flew her way. "Put these on, quick!"

"Toss me my deodorant."

"Oh, right..."

There was another knock at the door.

"Coming!"

"It's gonna be one hell of a morning," Toshie muttered, going back into the bathroom.

***

"Nice hair."

Yamcha sighed. Yes, he had some serious bed head going on. "Look, Vegeta-"

"I know Toshie is all sweet and new, but couldn't you have at least left enough time to shower?" Vegeta asked with a grimace. His powerful sense of smell could detect the woman- and something else- all over the weakling. Eeeuch!

"I'm sorry. We overslept," Yamcha apologized. He was currently in front of the mirror, tying his tie. It wasn't as though Vegeta was one to talk anyway, but he wisely held his tongue.

"Hmph."

"I really am sorry, Vegeta. My alarm clock didn't go off. I would never have done this on purpose, honest." Yamcha splashed some water onto his hair and ran a comb through it, then used a burst of ki to dry it. "Do I look all right?"

Vegeta decided to take pity on the flustered man. He had, after all, gotten him beer last night. He let out a sound halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "I suppose you'll do." He tossed Yamcha's jacket his way. "Just spit out that chewing stuff before you go out there. You smell like a fruit."

***

"Are you serious?" Bulma giggled as her hairdresser pinned the final curl up in Toshie's hair. "You overslept?" She'd wondered why her friend had arrived with wet hair in November.

"Yeah," Toshie said weakly. A blush spread over her cheeks as Bulma's smile widened.

"All set," the hairdresser announced. "You both look great."

"Thanks, Mafumi." Bulma waited until the woman had left the room before continuing her interrogation. "He must've really worn you out, huh?"

"Bulma, please!"

"Okay, all right. I'm sorry," Bulma relented.

"No, you're not." Toshie got up from her seat and stood in front of Bulma. She sighed. "Bul, you look gorgeous," she told her friend. "I've never seen a more beautiful bride."

"Thanks, Toshie," Bulma told her, grasping her hands. "For everything."

Toshie gave Bulma a hug, being careful not to ruin anything. "Oh, not at all. Thank you, Bulma," she whispered. If not for Bulma, she would never have met Yamcha.

There was a knock at the door and Dr. Briefs poked his head in. "My, but you two look lovely," he told them, his voice full of emotion. "Are you ladies ready?"

Bulma nodded. "Yes, Daddy." This was it. The moment she'd been waiting for. The moment she'd marry the love of her life, the man she knew loved her too. He'd told her so, something she'd never thought would ever happen.

"All right, then. Toshie, you're up first," the doctor directed.

***

"...I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Toshie couldn't keep a broad smile from her face as Vegeta took Bulma into his arms and gave her a gentle kiss. He really was a sweet man to Bulma, no matter how much he tried to hide it, and she was happy for them both. Everyone started clapping, she too joining in.

She thought about the events of the past couple of days as the wedding ended and the newly married couple headed back down the aisle. It was hard to believe she had not only met the man she'd always dreamed of, but married him as well. How proud Yamcha had looked as they'd walked up the aisle together today, as if he was escorting her to the altar. She looked over at her husband, who winked at her. Yes, she knew that they'd be happy together, no matter what direction life took them.

She took her place in the receiving line and shook the hands of many people she did not know, but it hardly mattered. Today was a happy day, and she was ecstatic for her friend.

"Hey, you look great, Toshie." Goku gave her a big hug.

"Thanks, Goku." Toshie hugged him back. "You look nice, too."

"Yeah, Chi-Chi made me wear this suit. I don't like it, though. It itches." Goku tugged at his collar with a frown.

Toshie laughed. "Don't worry, you won't have to wear it much longer."

"Yeah." Goku looked at her, tilted his head and smiled. "By the way, congratulations to you too. Have a healthy baby." With that, he moved on to the next person in line.

Toshie realized she was gaping and shut her mouth. "Whaaa..."

"What's wrong, Tosh?" Yamcha was looking at his incredulous looking wife with concern.

"G-Goku just told me to have a healthy baby," she stammered. "What does he mean?"

"He said the same thing to Bulma before, and she didn't have Trunks until quite a while later. She wasn't even with Vegeta then. I wouldn't worry about it," Yamcha told her. "He's just friendly, and I'm sure he figures we were planning to have kids someday."

Toshie let out her breath. "Geez, he scared the crap out of me," she muttered. "As if he'd know if I was, well, you know..." She blushed. "It would be too soon for that, anyway."

"Oh, I don't know," Yamcha murmured, glad that no one else was in the line. "We were pretty hot and heavy last night."

"Yamcha!" she whispered, putting a finger over his mouth. "For heaven's sake, not here and now!"

"Hey Toshie, you look hot!"

Yamcha sighed. And just when he'd thought the line was done... "Hey, Master Roshi," he said, shaking the lecherous old coot's hand.

"Your wife looks hot," Roshi repeated, letting out a low whistle. "You did a good job picking her, Yamcha. Mind if I get a picture?" A camera appeared out of nowhere, aimed directly at Toshie's bosom.

"Uhm, yes I mind," Yamcha objected, putting a hand in front of the camera to shield his wide-eyed and blushing wife from becoming the new pin-up of the week at Roshi's house.

"Behave over there, old man," came Bulma's warning voice. If Roshi was acting this way around Toshie, she didn't stand a chance, as her dress was lower cut than her friend's was.

"All right, all right. Keep your shirt on," the old man relented. "Or maybe not!" He leaned over to Toshie. "Nice rack you've got there-"

"Get out of here!" Yamcha shoved Roshi further down the line. "Geez!"

"Can I say it now?" Toshie asked out of the side of her mouth.

"Yeah."

"Oh. My. God," the two chorused, bursting out into laughter.

***

"So, you made it."

Vegeta took another tug at his beer and looked over at the man standing next to him. "Yeah, she's happy, everyone's happy, it went off without a hitch, blah blah blah."

Yamcha chuckled. "Even Trunks was a perfect little ring bearer. How'd you manage to pull that one off?"

Vegeta smirked at him. "I told him his mother would cry if he was bad."

"She probably would have had a fit, yeah." Yamcha finished off his own beer and leaned against the railing next to Vegeta. He shivered; it was a cold evening. "Hey listen, I've got a favor to ask of you."

"Hn."

Yamcha took that as his cue to continue. "Toshie and I didn't have a public wedding like you and Bulma did, but we'd like to do a little something with her mother and our friends," he began. "You know, a little reception of sorts."

Vegeta shrugged. "So? Do whatever you want."

"I want you to be my best man."

Vegeta's head whipped over to look at Yamcha. "What?"

"Vegeta, I was your best man, and I learned a lot from it," Yamcha explained. "I learned that you're not really as bad of a guy as you want people to think-"

"Now listen here, weakling-"

"And," Yamcha continued, interrupting what he was sure would be an I'm Not Nice tirade from the prince, "I was the best man for not only Bulma Briefs, but for the Prince of Saiyans himself. How many people could say that?" His eyebrow rose as he waited for the older man's reaction.

"I..." Vegeta found himself caught off guard. He hadn't expected this in the slightest. He straightened up, head held high. "In that case, I would be honored to be your best man," he responded in a very official I Am A Prince voice.

"Thanks. It was Toshie's idea, you know," Yamcha offered, relieved that Vegeta had actually agreed and not put up a fuss. "I think she's pretty fond of you." He smirked at Vegeta's startled reaction.

"Hmph." Vegeta finished his beer and tossed the bottle over the railing into the courtyard below. "Foolish woman." He snorted. "After all, she did marry you."

Yamcha stood up straight and rolled his eyes. "Thanks bunches, Vegeta. I'm heading back in."

Vegeta stared up into the sky, up to the place where the planet of his birth had once been. It was the first time anyone other than Bulma had acknowledged his title, and the importance of its meaning to him. It actually did make him feel proud, honored even, to acquiesce to the other warrior's request.

Who knew?

***

"I'm sure Hawaii will be beautiful," Toshie intoned, sipping on a glass of wine. "I've always wanted to go there."

"We'll make it there sometime, baby," Yamcha assured her. "After all, we need to go on our honeymoon, too."

"Will you go right away, or wait a while?" Bulma asked with a smile. They were so cute together.

Yamcha and Toshie exchanged a glance. "I think we'll wait a while," Toshie decided. "We'd like to have a little ceremony and reception of our own, with my mother and our friends there."

"Oh, what a nice idea!" Bulma exclaimed. "I'm looking forward to that."

"And guess what?" Yamcha said confidentially. "I asked Vegeta if he'd be my best man, since I was his."

Bulma's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"I already said I would do it."

Yamcha jumped for the third time. "God, Vegeta! I'm going to strangle you if you keep doing that to me!"

Vegeta laughed. "I told you, learn to sense ki." His eyebrow rose. "Speaking of which, already?"

"Already, what?" Yamcha asked.

"Bye!" Goku called out to them, waving a mile a minute. "Congratulations to all of you!"

Toshie's eyes widened. "Oh my god, Yamcha. He was serious, wasn't he?"

Vegeta laughed some more. "You should see your face!" he crowed.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Bulma demanded. She couldn't stand being left in the dark.

"He obviously hasn't heard of contraceptives, seeing as he knocked the woman up the first night. Hahahaha..." Vegeta slapped Yamcha on the back, nearly knocking him over. "Let's go." He put an arm around Bulma and steered her toward the door and the limo waiting outside.

"Bye guys, and thanks again!" Bulma called back. "And congratulations!" She smiled brightly; how sweet was that? What a surprise!

Toshie was so distracted that she didn't even notice them go. "I'm... I'm..." She gasped and set the glass in her hand down on a table. "I'm..."

Yamcha broke out of his stupor, laughed and hugged her tightly. He hadn't expected this, not by a long shot, but he would treasure both his wife and child more than anything else in the world.

***

Yamcha walked up and leaned against the railing next to the man he now called more than just a friend. "So, you made it."

Vegeta eyed him speculatively. "I've heard that one before."

Yamcha chuckled. "Yeah, everyone's happy, it went off without a hitch, blah blah blah."

Vegeta took a drink of his beer. "Exactly."

"Hmph." Yamcha smiled and stared off into the courtyard.

They stood in companionable silence until a familiar ki approached them. "Dad, we're leaving now."

"Go on ahead. I need to speak to my son," Vegeta told Yamcha, who gave him a nod of understanding and went back inside. Vegeta turned to face his son. "You had best be good to her, Trunks. Okimi is a very special lady, as is her mother. You hurt her, and there'll be hell to pay."

If he was anyone else, Trunks might have been offended. "Don't worry about that, Dad. I love Okimi. I'd never hurt her." His lips curled up in a smirk that rivaled his father's. "In fact, it just might be safe to say that I love her as much as you love Mom."

Vegeta growled. He was effectively caught. "Go on, get out there," he grumbled, shoving his son back toward the banquet hall.

"Thanks, Dad."

"Trunks."

Trunks stopped and turned back to his father. "Yes, sir?"

"I'm proud of you, Son," Vegeta said quietly. "I know I don't tell you that often enough."

Trunks hugged his father tightly and went back to retrieve his bride without another word. Words were not necessary with his father, but when they were exchanged, it only made them all the more special.

"There you are," Bulma sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with her zillionth tissue. "You two have a good time, okay?"

"We will, Bulma. Thanks." Okimi hugged her mother-in-law. "Where's Vegeta?"

"Here." The stoic Saiyan approached the small group.

"Good." Okimi ran over and gave Vegeta a hug as well. "I couldn't go without saying goodbye."

"Yeah, yeah. Get lost," Vegeta groused, but he returned the hug just the same.

Okimi beamed at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her mother. "Bye, Mom," she said, giving her mother a hug.

"Bye, sweetheart. Call when you get there and let us know you arrived safely." Toshie hugged her daughter tightly.

"I will." Okimi hugged her father next. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered in his ear.

Yamcha's eyes teared up. He would never grow tired of hearing her say that. "I love you too, sweetheart. Have fun."

Okimi nodded, her own eyes glistening with tears, as she kissed her father on the cheek and left with her new husband.

The four parents stood in silence, watching as their children got into the limo and drove away. Toshie sniffled.

"I'm so happy," she said, her voice wavering.

Bulma put an arm around her friend and lead her aside, giving her a big hug.

Yamcha watched as the limo turned a curve down the long, winding driveway of the country club, the same one that Bulma and Vegeta had gotten married at all those years ago. "Who knew, huh?"

"Hmph." Vegeta's lips curved up in a smile, one of the few he actually let out. "Yeah. I suppose you're not all that bad, weakling."

Yamcha's eyebrow rose. "I was about to say the same of you, until you ended it the way you did," he responded. "I might just have to demand a spar so I can pound you around a bit, show you who's boss."

Vegeta snorted. "Any time, Yamcha. Any time."