Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Tail ❯ A Saiyan Wedding. ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. Chapter 2. A Saiyan Wedding.

Bulma stared at herself in the mirror. In a few hours she was going to become a Ms. She had decided to keep her last name since Vegeta didn't have one. The fact that the marriage had been arranged in two days was a complement to her organizational skills. It really helped that there wasn't going to be any guests. It had brought the stress levels down by a couple of notches. It still didn't help that the bags under her eyes had formed anyway. She applied some more of her expensive creams. She'd asked her father to set up a video recording so she could show her friends. She had to look her best, this was her wedding day.

'Somehow I never imagined it'd be a strange alien ritual.' Bulma thought. She'd picked out a simple white dress. There was most likely going to be blood. So the less fuss the better for the cleaning bill. She was happy that Vegeta had decided to do a more royal version. One that had been outlawed hundreds of years ago. So she wasn't going to be bit like she had originally thought. Now it involved a small knife but still the blood.

She'd asked Vegeta if she was allowed a ring. He'd grunted and said 'no, rings were stupid pieces of jewellery. A bond was for life.' Still she'd gotten her veil, whether he likes it or not.

She heard the door opening and turned to see her mother. She was carrying Trunks dressed in Saiyan armour. His small tail had even been fluffed up to look bigger.

"Oh my gosh that it just the best!" Bulma simpered. "What a handsome young warrior." She picked up her little half saiyan son.

"I did have half a mind to spike his hair." Mrs Briefs said. "Just to make him look like his father."

"He looks too much like him anyway." Bulma said cuddling Trunks. "How does my tail look from the back. Did the tailor get the line right?"

Mrs Briefs gave it her best critical look, "fine you can hardly see the seam for the opening."

Bulma looked at her mother and her outfit. It was a bright magenta dress suit. The large hat was full of fresh flowers.

"Mom, you are holding up the mother-in-law tradition," Bulma said with good humor.

Mrs. Briefs blushed, completely missing the sarcasm. "Thank you dear, you are my only daughter. I have to make the effort."

"So you know what you have to do?" Asked Bulma. Vegeta had given some very bizarre instructions. Or perhaps the better phrase is out of the ordinary for a wedding.

"I guess I never thought I'd chaperone my own daughter up the aisle." Mrs. Briefs sighed.

"Hey, at least we're including you in the ceremony." Bulma smiled. "Vegeta is a very private person it makes sense he only wants close family there."

"What about poor Yamcha?" Mrs Briefs said while touching up her make-up.

"He'll cry worse than you," Bulma said, "anyway I'm getting it all recorded."

"I know it's kept your father busy." Mrs Briefs said in her bubbly voice. "He's only happy when he's got something mechanical to do."

"I really wish my friends could be here." Bulma sniffed. Her tears threatening to ruin her beauty treatments. "I mean Goku's gone and everyone were really surprised that me and Vegeta got together. I'd really like them to see what I see in him."

"Don't worry dear they'll see in the video footage. We'll send a copy to everyone." Mrs. Briefs gave her daughter her best smile. "Now stop the tears you'll get me started as well."

"I really hope Vegeta doesn't kill the holy man I found." Bulma said anxiously. "He was the only one willing to do such a different ceremony."

"Don't worry dear," her mom soothed, "Vegeta has patience, you'll see."

Bulma looked wide eyed at her mother, "you are talking about the SAME Vegeta?"

"Of course dear, are there any other Vegeta's I should know about?" Mrs Briefs said calmly. "Don't bang your head off a wall dear, it'll bruise."

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Vegeta paced back and forth in front of the minister. He had asked Bulma for a religious man and the stuttering fool was what she gave him.

"So you do blessings?" Vegeta growled.

"Yess...yess sir, I bless the out of ordinary weddings that most religions don't approve of." He tugged at his collar afraid he was out of his depth. "I...it's completely legal, I'm registered to do this. It's just it's usually same sex blessing I do."

Vegeta glared at him. "I'm not worried about that. All I want is you to say your very few lines and not stutter."

Rev. Yaoi gaped like a fish caught on a hook. "I..I..I'll..ll try."

"Don't try, do." Vegeta warned. He stomped out of the small room. If he stayed in that place any longer he would have knocked the man's head off, 'it would have been an improvement.'

He inspected the wooden stage that had been erected. It wasn't the kind of platform he'd have in Vegetasei but he'd have to make it do, 'like a lot of things.'

He stared at the workmen who had stopped to watch him, "are you getting paid to watch?" Vegeta snarled. All the work men panic and made themselves look busy.

"Vegeta, you and Bulma are so alike," Dr. Briefs said cheerfully. Vegeta looked up to see the old man working on a machine.

"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked.

"Something Bulma wanted for the ceremony." Dr Briefs answered.

"It's not going to interfere?" Vegeta said blankly.

"I doubt it, they're just video recorders." Dr Briefs sniffed pushing up his glasses. "I must say Vegeta you are working out as a good partner to Bulma. I'd never thought she'd meet her match."

"You're approval is noted," Vegeta said coldly. "Now excuse me I have my armour to get into."

Dr. Briefs waved goodbye to his future son-in-law and continued with his work.

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In the Capsule house Trunks was screamed loudly. He didn't like all this fussing and these new clothes were too tight. He lashed his tail and arms around emphasizing his annoyance.

"Shush, baby it's okay," Bulma cooed. "Mother can you do something useful and heat up another bottle. I swear he's inherited his father's appetite."

"Already doing," Mrs Briefs yelled from the kitchen.

"Can't things go smoothly for once," Bulma moaned.

"Apparently not," Vegeta sneered from the doorway.

"What are you doing here. It's bad luck to see me before the wedding!" Bulma screamed.

"That's stupid of course I've seen you before the wedding. I guess we're doomed." Vegeta smirked. He was admiring the view of her white dress. Bulma had told him white for a wedding represented purity and innocence. Completely opposite to Bulma's character. "Get out!!" Bulma cried at the top of her voice. Trunks screamed with her. The farrago of loud noise made Vegeta retreat before his ear drums burst.

"Stupid fucking harpy," he mumbled as he went to his room.

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Later on Vegeta stood proudly on the platform. He was dressed in the Royal armour. It was identical to the outfit he wore when he arrived on Earth for the first time. The only exception being the added black and red cloak. It had taken Bulma only half a day to replicate it. Though she still insisted it was a dress. Vegeta growled to himself as he remembered trying to stop her laughing.

Rev. Yaoi had composed himself enough to stop crying. Now he was sweating profusely. The scary man was now growling like a dog. He hoped it wasn't his obvious BO problem. He was surprised by the lack of flowers at this ceremony. He would have asked but the spiky haired man was too frightful.

Plucking up a bit of courage he decided to ask. "S..sir, may I ask why there are no flowers at this blessing?" Rev. Yaoi winced at how cowardly his voice sounded.

"Flowers are for the weak," Vegeta spat. "My race hates flowers of any kind."

"Right okay, um.. thanks I think," he said while thinking. 'What kind of nut job have I gotten myself into now!'

Dr. Briefs came wandering down the rock path. "So is everything as close to Vegetasei as possible." He asked Vegeta.

"It is acceptable but not perfect." Vegeta snarled. He looked distastefully at the man's tuxedo. He was still wearing his bunny slippers and that cat on his back. Vegeta looked closely and could see a bow-tie on the furball, 'at least its dressed for the occasion.'

"Hey, there's no organ music or anything to send me asleep." Dr. Briefs said taking a seat by the altar. "Right so I'll just start up the recording." He began fiddling with a gadget from his pocket. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his back. He didn't like small talk and he was in no mood to amuse the old man. His thoughts were interrupted by someone singing.

"Dum, dum, dum dum, dum dum, dum dum..." Mrs Briefs was stepping down the path with Bulma on her arm. She was singing the wedding march. Bulma was holding Trunks like a bouquet in her hands.

Vegeta's eyes boggled as he saw Mrs. Brief's hat. It was possibly holding all her flowers from her garden. Also he noted the neon pink of her dress suit. He watched Bulma handing her son over to her mother. Then he could finally admire his chosen mate. Bulma's long elegant dress radiated whiteness. Her face hidden by a long veil. He scowled as he really wished to look into her deep blue eyes.

"Shall we begin." Said Rev. Yaoi. He had dug down deep to find his backbone. Vegeta had threatened death if he messed up the ceremony. He cleared his throat and continued reading the notes.

"This fine day we are to bare witness the blessing of these two souls. The bonding is a sacred and private act. We are privileged to see the official beginning of this ritual. May they give strong heirs and have great pride. The bond is forever and not time nor space can weaken it." The Rev. scratched his head. He was finding it so bizarre.

Vegeta bared his teeth and he quickly continued. "Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei, proud heir to the lost Saiyan race. Last of a forgotten Empire. Strongest and bravest royal in the universe."

Bulma sniggered, she was silenced by a gentle elbow in the ribs.

"You have proclaimed your right to bond with Miss Bulma Briefs of Earth, heir to the Capsule Corperation. Mother of your child Trunks of Vegetasei... "

"It's Trunks Briefs" Bulma snapped.

"Er..." Rev. Yaoi was lost for words for a second before getting hold of himself. "Mother of Trunks Briefs of Vegetasei. I give you both the blessings from my holy power. We recognise your right to each other. With these witnesses present we are honoured you included us in the ritual. You may begin..." Rev. Yaoi pulled out a tissue and patted his sweat away.

Bulma lifted up her veil. She stared into Vegeta's dark eyes. Holding out her hand Bulma bit her bottom lip. Tensing up for the small knife incision. Vegeta made a cut into his own palm. Then he made the identical mark on Bulma. They held hands letting the blood mix.

Rev. Yaoi hid his eyes, blood made him slightly queasy.

"Bulma with our sharing of blood we are bonded." Vegeta said. Bulma blushed as she saw the emotion in his eyes. She tried to hold back her tears. "You are my mate, my wife, my life partner I am never letting you go." Vegeta continued. "We are connected for life and I shall always protect you and our child."

Bulma took a deep breath. It was her turn, she just had to hold back her emotions long enough. "Vegeta, we were once enemies and now by accepting this sharing of blood I accept you. You are my mate, my husband, my life partner I forgive all your sins." Bulma felt her tears falling now, she couldn't hold them back. "We are connected for life and I shall always respect you and our child."

"Bless the new couple!" Rev. Yaoi proclaimed to the small group. There was clapping from the happy parents. Trunks was gurgling to himself, not realising what was going on.

"Are you going to kiss the bride?" Bulma asked in a sultry purr to her new spouse.

"It's not over yet," Vegeta whispered to her.

"What! What does that mean?" Bulma cried. Before she could question some more, Vegeta gave her a firm deep kiss. Bulma forgot any of the mystery and wrapped her arms around her prince. She'd just have to get the truth out of him in the bedroom.

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Author's Note: Yeah I'm back with those cliffhangers. Bet you guys didn't miss those! Okay the tail plot is coming I just couldn't see how to fit it in this chapter.

Chibi Vegeta: "No, you just filled it all with mushy wedding scenes. I feel really sick now."

Mz D: "You haven't seen the lemon scene yet."

Chibi Vegeta: "Oh, yuck more hugging and kissing just what my stoma....eep."

*Locks him back into his box.*

Mz D: "Right I have peace to do my lemon. Just hugging, yeah right. Next chapter after wedding bliss and the bond continues. If anyone is wondering Kun at the end of a name means respected young male friend or something like that. Amy calls Sonic, Sonic-Kun so I thought it appropriate. I try not to mix languages too much I find it hard enough writing in English!"