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I'll Remember	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ll Remember

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z.

Listening to: Someone Like You By: Adele

oOo

Words meshed together upon the white printed paper, and made no sense anymore. Her brain was completely bored with the tedious repetition of rules and work being provided to her in her classes. She was required to gain a business degree just for the sake of her father’s business. Capsule Corporation was an important company throughout the world, and if she was to take over that business someday, she was to be well educated. Even though she had proved her worthiness at a young age, it meant everything for her to receive that piece of paper that told everyone she was qualified. She had thankfully inherited the brains from her father. College was a breeze so far, and nothing seemed to challenge her.

Sighing softly, Bulma lifted her head from her arms and placed the article back in one of her folders. She tapped the pink eraser against the gleaming polished wood of the table top. Her blue eyes lifted momentarily as her eyes scanned the coffee menu. What was this, her third?

She quickly ran a hand through the wavy tresses of her pony tail and pulled it over her shoulder as she made her way to the counter. It was 11:30 am, which left her only three more hours until she had to arrive promptly in her auditorium class, which was a two and a half hour class. She quickly ordered her coffee and tossed a ten on the counter, waving for the girl to keep the change. She looked to the tiled ground, thinking about the meeting she was required to attend this weekend for her father and his silly Corporation.

Her small body suddenly collided against the hard chest of a man. Scalding coffee spilled down the front of her pink top, causing it to look somewhat transparent. Bulma gasped and threw her arms up, quickly wiping down the front of her shirt hoping it would somehow make things better.

Shit…

Bulma’s blue sapphire eyes blazed with anger as she pursed her lips tightly, trying to retrain the boiling anger, which was dying to come out right about now.

“Gah, that’s just lovely. Look buddy, will you watch where you are going? What are you blind?” she growled and paused seeing a pair of black eyes shimmering back at her without a care.

Quickly she closed her lips and crossed her arms of her breasts, realizing how transparent her shirt was and the eyeful he was most likely getting in the process.

“Look, you foolish girl, you ran into me. I was merely standing stationary when you slammed into me. Maybe you are the one who needs to watch where your clumsy ass is going.” He turned and angrily gave the coffee quick toss into the trash can, just feet from where he was standing.

“Caramel Mocha…” the man behind the counter called.

She stood up straight, flaring her nostrils, “Whatever. Take the damn coffee. I can always get another one I guess.” She eyed his ridiculous flame hair style and his sophisticated way of dressing. Someone of importance she supposed? He sure looked familiar.

Vegeta chuckled softly and reached out to grip the coffee, “Why, thank you…?” he waited a moment for her to fill in the blank.

“I’ll get another one please…” she said plainly to the cashier, her eyes shifted in an irritated manner as she watched him approach her, “Bulma.” She said finally as she cleared her throat and began to twist her long hair in between her perfectly manicured fingers.

“Bulma…hm.” He said softly making a funny face, “Odd name.”

“Odd?” she shot him a funny look, “You must make a great impression on the ladies. Has anyone ever told you how rude you are?” the look upon her face was one of disgust. She flicked her hair and turned her nose up, keeping her arms crossed over her chest.

“Plenty of times…as for the ladies, they seem to like me just fine” Vegeta tossed his card on the counter, placing his body between her and the cash register, “Let me get it, next time I won’t be as nice.” He raised a brow and looked her over, shaking his head seeing how ridiculous her top now looked.

“Um…thanks?” she kept her arms crossed over her chest, feeling them wrap around tighter because of the closeness.

“Don’t thank me, clumsy woman.” He took a small drink from his coffee as he walked to the exit with one of his hands in his front pocket, “And you might want to change that shirt. You might get some unwanted attention, not that I mind at all though.” He grinned, which caused Bulma to look away with a deep blush upon her cheeks. She her eyes wandered over the countertop, unable to keep eye contact with him.

Her eyes shifted to the card left on the counter. She gasped and gripped it between her fingers and rushed to the door, but he was gone. Bulma pushed through the front doors and looked both ways. The rough shoves of the city people caused her to back against the glass doors. She stepped up on her tip toes to find him in the hordes of people, but she was unsuccessful in spotting that flame hairstyle of his. She glanced down at the card and raised a brow. She carefully caressed a thumb of the raised print on the credit card as she read the man’s name.

Vegeta Ouji

‘So that is who you are…’ Bulma thought, a small smile on her lips.

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Present Day…

Bulma’s eyes opened slowly as she let her head drop to the side as she saw her fiancé of five years snuggled closely next to her. He was lying on his stomach and sleeping soundly as he hugged the white covered pillow. She let a small soft breath escape her lips as she wiped her eyes and slipped out of the bed. She slipped on fuzzy slippers and took small steps toward the large windows which spanned from the ceiling to the cool wooden floor. She pulled the curtains aside slightly and looked out. It was a long way down from her penthouse apartment.

She peaked out and looked down toward the ground, hearing the soft sounds of the traffic horns and sirens even from this height. The sun was brightly gleaming, causing the windows of the sky scrapers to flash brightly in her direction. Bulma quickly shielded her eyes and stepped back, pulling the curtain over slightly to block her fiancé’s body from the cruel morning sun.

Another day of this life had begun, and she was once again dreaming of him. Would she constantly be haunted of the past? Would this ever end? Bulma’s thoughts quickly left her as she heard a small groan erupt from the man in her bed.

Bulma gripped her robe in her hands and slipped it over her shoulders, letting her arms slide into the sleeves. She tied it tightly around her waist and shut the door behind her. He would most likely sleep for another half hour to an hour, and she would most definitely enjoy that short time away from him.

Bulma quickly located her coffee, scooped some of the black coffee grounds into the filter, and got it brewing as soon as possible. She poured herself a steaming cup. Black was how she liked it. When she was in college it was all about the sugar and cream. Not to mention that wonderful coffee shop that she treated like a second home. They always prepared coffee just the way she liked it. Ever sense her time from college, a lot of things had changed. She was not that young girl fresh out of high school. She was a woman of twenty-six, which she helped her father run the famous Capsule Corporation.

Her father had been battling the prestigious Ouji Corp, which was their rival. Her father couldn’t stand that particular Corporation. He had wanted to over throw that man for years. They had unfortunately worked together many years ago, and her father accused Vegeta Sr. of stealing his ideas, which later resulted in threats of lawsuits. They both had contributed many ideas to the success of the company. Their friendship had ended and resulted in competing companies. Her father had been trying to come out with the most up to date ideas, ones that his suppliers would pay big money for. His sales had not discouraged Vegeta from gaining much success with the American’s. His company had obtained Billions. This was all thanks to Vegeta Sr. son.

Ever since his son had graduated college he rose in status, which now made him the Vice President of the company and because of this they were gaining more clients. Yes, the famous son of Ouji Corp, a handsome thirty year old bachelor, well sort of. Vegeta Jr. was a powerful speaker, and a typical business man. He knew how to talk, and that is why their company had grown over the past six years. Her father was frustrated as of late because of their competition, not to mention Bulma’s resistance to marry the wealthy, Yamcha Ichihara.

He was a popular lawyer and had his own law firm. He came from a long line of lawyers in his family. Each male in his family was very successful, and it was only expected that he would follow in his father’s footsteps and become just as prestigious. Yamcha seemed perfect for the heiress. He was smart, handsome, and provided much media attention to her father’s company.

She had hated seeing her picture in the local magazines when it got out that she was dating the famous lawyer’s son. Their relationship was a crock of lies. Sure he was attracted to Bulma, and had been begging her to date him for years, but she was not about to give in just because her father willed it.

Unfortunately, she gave in just five years back. They were “together” for less than a year and he had already proposed. She figured it was her father’s doing. She had agreed in her moment of grief. It was a terrible time in her life. She had lost a part of her just months prior to that proposal. Where had the time gone?

She had to admit, Yamcha was an adequate lover, and he was a doting fiancé. He was everything that a woman could hope for in a man, but he just wasn’t him.

Bulma’s fingers brushed over the wedding booklets and magazines covering the marble counter. She sighed and set her coffee cup upon yesterday’s paper, just above the caption, which made headline news. Vegeta had been in the local papers and news shows regarding his engagement with Maron, a voluptuous aqua haired woman. Bulma snorted with laughter hearing about the pathetic relationship just a few years back. She was convinced it was only physical. That was of course until she was told about the marriage proposal. Vegeta was now newly married to the young woman. Bulma’s finger tips caressed over the photograph of Vegeta with her eyes somewhat dazed. His emotions were masked as usual, but his blushing bride smiled brightly for the paparazzi. She leaned in to get a better look at his face, which was somewhat hidden by his hand, but quickly jumped when a noise cautioned her from behind.

“You’re up early.” A deep voice came from the hallway.

Yamcha had awakened quicker than she would have liked and was walking toward her with a playful grin. He stood next to her and placed a kiss upon her cheek. Bulma tilted her head to the side and smiled softly allowing him to place his lips upon her pale skin. She quickly turned away, gripping her mug tightly in her hands. Yamcha slid his hand across the marble counter and lifted the paper, most likely because of the heading.

“Hm, I am shocked he actually decided to marry that woman, or any woman for that matter. She is a model right?” he asked turning to face her. Bulma had a hip resting against the counter, which only offered him a view of her backside.

“Yes, she is a model.” Bulma flashed a funny look over her shoulder.

“Well no matter, you’re still the most beautiful woman in my eyes.” He chuckled and gripped her waist, pulling her body tightly to his.

Bulma placed her mug to the side and allowed his arms to snake around her hips. She forced a smile and tried to keep her eyes from rolling, “Oh stop being bias. You’re supposed to say that because I am your fiancé.” Bulma slipped out of his grip and walked to the pantry, pulling out a box of cereal.

“You can never take a compliment from me, why is that?” Yamcha asked her seeing she was now giving him the cold shoulder.

It had taken many years to get through that wall she put up against him. He wasn’t even sure if he would ever break through to be honest. He had been very interested in Bulma from the moment he had met her. She was a young woman at the time, and he fell in love with her instantly. It was also a plus that his family was well liked by hers. Dr. Briefs had wanted him and Bulma to get together for years. Five and a half years ago they started a rocky relationship, if he could even call it that. She wasn’t interested, but her father insisted. If she was to run his company he had to agree with the man she was with.

Yamcha fit those criteria. He felt bad at first because she had shown no interest, but he was willing to try hard to win her affections. Slowly she warmed up to the idea. He had always known she would have to come back to him in order to have control of her father’s company. It was that stubbornness about her. She came around of course and after six months of dating, Yamcha decided to pop the question. He had taken her to a house he owned in Italy, created a romantic atmosphere, and then got down on one knee and finally asked her. It was a three karat flawless diamond with white gold. It was a designer ring, which was rather expensive, but he could afford it.

She tried to hide her emotions, which he knew the topic of marriage overwhelmed her. She always seemed to hesitate. It was only a matter of time before they would be expected to get married. It was the perfect time for him. She hesitated for the long time, but finally she agreed. It had made Yamcha the happiest man in all of Japan.

It had been five years since the proposal and nothing yet. She had been dragging her feet. Her mother had made arrangement after arrangement for party planners to meet with her to discuss a date. She blew it off constantly, saying she was busy. Of course Yamcha was in no hurry. He knew he wanted to be with this woman, and sooner or later, her father would push the envelope by threatening the company once again. He thought it was unfair, but he was willing to do anything to gain what he wanted most, and that was Bulma Briefs. He knew she could learn to love him.

He snapped back to reality and glanced in his fiancé’s direction, who was seated at the small table eating, “What do you have planned for today? Are you planning on meeting your mother to pick out the flowers you want for the wedding ceremony and the reception?” he lifted a dark brown brow, testing her mood.

Bulma was in the middle of chewing the large bite of cereal she placed in her mouth. The cosmopolitan this month was rather interesting. ‘How to Please Your Man’, Bulma chuckled as she turned the page, ‘no thank-you’. She paused in mid-bite and glanced up at her fiancé.

“Yes, I am meeting her at our favorite restaurant at two. She made reservations.” She said with an annoyed tone and turned the page slowly, letting her blue eyes skim the pages.

“Ah, I see. I am shocked you found the time.” He chuckled and poured himself a cup of coffee, keeping his back to her.

“What is that supposed to mean? You know we are working on more capsules this month. There are new ideas that my father wishes to test out and I had to oversee the work being performed.” She rolled her eyes and took another bite of her cereal.

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just know we have wanted this wedding for five years now and you still haven’t really given a date. I figured it was your father’s doing.” He shrugged and stirred in the creamer, setting the spoon on a napkin.

Bulma gave the magazine a toss and stood in one quick movement. She gripped the bowl in both hands and placed it in the sink, “I am going to take a shower.”

He glanced over his shoulder and nodded. He had got his answer. Her father had tightened the leash and had been pushing her without his knowledge to finally tie the knot. She was not happy.

oOo

Bulma leaned against the glass of the sliding door in her bedroom. The cool breeze flowed over her face and caused her strands of hair to caress of her cheeks. She lifted her hand and watched the tip of her cigarette glow brightly as the breeze licked over it lightly. She took a long drag and inhaled. The nicotine calmed and soothed her body as her thoughts wandered. She let out a slow breath, seeing the light smoke escape her nostrils. She flicked the end, allowing the ash to fall to the ground near her bare feet.

She didn’t love this man she was forced into a relationship with. She understood how precious this company was to her father. Her father had built this company up from nothing, and she understood he wanted it in good hands. Her father’s list of compatible men was short. Yamcha was a family friend and had been for years. He had been close with her since they were young, and was the best candidate for her. She honestly would rather be unwed the rest of her life, but he father wanted grandchildren. He wanted to ensure that the company would be run by his bloodline in the future.

She took another drag, causing the tip of the cigarette to blaze brightly. She exhaled and then took small steps toward the small ash tray sitting next to one of the reclined chairs on the veranda. She quickly snuffed it out as she twisted the tip against the glassy surface.

Why did her life have to be this way? It had been controlled for years. She was required to go to certain schools, socialize with a certain group of people, and of course had to portray a certain outside appearance. Her father was very particular, especially when it came to his image and his family. Money was everything to her family, and she had grown up a spoiled child.

Her college years had been excellent. She got to choose a college to her liking, and after much begging she was allowed to stay in a dorm just like the other kids. She was very glad to be rewarded with that experience. She met a lot of people, and enjoyed the late night bar crawls, along with the early class hangovers. She was able to be considered normal for once in her coddled life.

It got better when she met him of course…

Bulma gripped the strap of her bag and shifted it upon her shoulder. Her sapphire eyes scanned the large building that belonged to Ouji Corp. Quickly looking across the street she took off to the other side, and slowed her pace as she stepped up on the curb. Bulma slowly made her way to the double doors, gripping one of the handles and opening the door. Butterflies fluttered in her belly. She really hoped that no one knew who she was. If word got back to her father that she had stepped foot in Ouji Corp. property she would get an ear full later when she arrived back at her dorm.

“May I help you, miss?” a blonde haired woman with bright red lipstick asked from behind a ‘U’ shaped desk in the center of the large opening.

Bulma’s eyes lifted all the way to the ceiling, which had to be at least a fifty foot drop from the top of the many flights of stairs, which this was nothing. There were still many other floors in this large skyscraper. She shifted her eyes slowly back to the woman as she made her way to the counter.

“I am looking for Vegeta Ouji.” Bulma said calmly.

The woman gave her a funny look as she began to grin, “Do you have an appointment?”

“Um, no I just was returning something that belongs to him.” Bulma looked down and reached into her pocket, gripping the credit card between her index finger and thumb, flashing it to the woman.

“How did you get your hands on that?” the woman snapped, immediately standing and leaning over the desk.

Bulma pulled back her arm and frowned, “Look lady, I am just here to return it to him. I am not giving this to you, so you can sit back down. I will only return it to Vegeta Ouji.” She emphasized his name as she arched her eyebrows.

The woman frowned and glanced to her right, which her line of vision landed upon the conference room. It was filled with men, and through the glass windows she could see the young man she had seen at the coffee shop the day before.

“Ah, there he is. I will wait.” She smiled and slipped the card back in her pocket and made her way to one of the comfy chairs around the wide open entrance hall.

The lady chewed her gum obnoxiously as she rolled her eyes and sat back in her office chair, most likely getting back to work on her Facebook page, or her solitaire game. Bulma shook her head seeing the attitude, and crossed her legs carefully watching the young man through the window, which he must have felt eyes on him because those onyx orbs lifted from the table to meet hers. It caused him to slip from the room immediately after spotting her.

He placed his hands in his dress pants and strutted up to her with a grin upon his lips. He tilted his head to the side and let his eyes scan over her body, “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” he chuckled seeing her jaw drop.

“You’re so full of yourself, it’s disgusting. Actually I came to return this. You left it at the coffee shop.” Bulma reached into her pock and extended her arm.

Vegeta’s eyes soften as he looked down at the object she was offering him and quickly snatched it, “No shopping spree? I know how you idiot women are.” He said in a dry tone.

Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a dirty look, “I have my own money to spend. I don’t need to steal people’s credit cards to get by, plus it was you who forgot the credit card. You are lucky I was the one who found it.” Her lips pursed as she popped her foot out and stuck up her nose.

“I hope you’re not busy this Friday, because I am going to pick you up. I am taking you out.” He leaned in some causing her to snap out of prissy mode.

“Are you asking or demanding? I see you are basically giving me no choice whether or not to go out with you,” she chuckled and shook her head.

“Fine, if you don’t want to go…I will find someone else.” He shrugged and quickly turned to walk away.

“What! I never said I didn’t want to…go.” Bulma looked around trying to be cool with the situation, “you just didn’t give me time answer.” Bulma’s bright blue eye softened.

Vegeta smirked, “Well what is it, woman? Yes or no?”

“Pick me up at eight….don’t you dare be late.” She roughly placed a business card in his hand and made her way out of the building, hips swaying and all.

oOo

Bulma stepped out of the sedan that brought her to the restaurant, which her mother had made reservations at. She situated her white Armani sundress, which came down to her mid-thigh, showing off her exquisitely long creamy legs.

She glanced down and ran her fingers over the fine fabric, which was buttoned completely up and her midsection adorned with a tie, showing off her slender waist. Her hair was been cropped from its long length in her early twenties. It was shoulder length and straightened, shimmering in all its glory as the sun gleamed brightly upon her.

“There is my gorgeous daughter!” Her mother’s voice shouted from the outside seating. Her hand shot into the air and waved her down. Bulma let a soft breath escape her lips.

She stepped into the restaurant and walked toward the doors to the outside. Upon the table were many different books stacked, and a beautiful glass filled with iced water.

“I am so glad you showed up, this is Ayame Fukui. She is going to help us with the wedding preparations. I was thinking that you could be married easily within a couple months…” Mrs. Briefs smiled and tapped her fingers upon the open book showing her daughter a beautifully laced bouquet of flowers. Bulma smiled and shook the woman’s hand as she slid her hand over her rear, making sure the fabric of her dress was tightly under her as she sat with her ankles locked tightly together. She quickly eyed the picture and shook her head making a funny face, which her mother rewarded her with a frown and turned the page.

“A few months…mother…don’t you think that is a little soon?” Bulma felt the color drain from her face.

“Bulma, are you even listening to yourself? You have been engaged for almost six years.”

“Five and a half…” Bulma interjected.

“Whatever, it has been too long, and I want this to happen now. That poor Yamcha…” Mrs. Briefs pouted softly and sighed shaking her head, “He loves my Bulma dearly, it’s really quite sad.”

“Well, the sooner we pick some of the flower arrangement the sooner we can get our wedding. It is a small portion, but it is a start, Mrs. Briefs.” Ayame smiled softly.

Bulma tuned out the soft conversing her mother and the planner were creating. Her attention was claimed by the soft flashing lights of a camera, which seemed to be coming from the front of the building. She wondered who the magazines were targeting now. She quickly turned around and pulled the edge of her sundress down.

“Bulma, are you listening?” her mother’s wide blue stare was filled with annoyance.

“Yes mother, flowers…we were talking about flowers.” Bulma offered a fake smile.

The blonde woman frowned and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and inhaling softly, “We were talking about how beautiful your children were going to be.” Bulma’s smile immediately disappeared, and she found it extremely hard to swallow.

“Please excuse me…” Bulma stood quickly almost knocking her chair completely over.

Mrs. Briefs watched her daughter quickly run to the doors and forced a smile on her lips, “Well, let’s get back to the flowers shall we? Show me something that will dazzle me. I wish it to be the best wedding this city has ever seen.” She took another drag of her cigarette.

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Inside Bulma made her way around the quiet seating, trying her hardest not to disrupt the dining families and couples. She felt like she was about to lose the contents within her belly. She placed a hand over her mouth feeling that sour taste coat in inside as she hurried toward the women’s room.

Bulma tripped over a lining that transitioned from carpet to tile. Her body was catapulted forward and she landed into the strong arms of a man no doubt. Her eyes slowly opened, as she forced her shaky legs to hold the weight of her body. The soft black fabric of his suit caught her attention. It was definitely an expensive designer suit if she was correct. She placed a hand over her face and began to chuckle.

“I am so sorry; I can be so clumsy at times. Please forg-” Bulma’s eyes lifted, flashing the man she had rudely fallen upon a sweet smile, but as she went to finish her sentence she met a pair of emotionless black eyes.

Bulma gasped and stumbled back running toward the door, flinging it open and threw herself to her knees. Pains shot up her bent knees as they impacted with the tile floor. She placed her hands upon the stalls two walls and lost control of her stomach. Her body lurched forward, ridding itself of everything she had drank, or snacked on, which wasn’t much. She felt a string of saliva dangling from her trembling lower lip and soft tears welling in her glistening blue eyes.

He was here…that was why there were paparazzi. Why didn’t she even consider it? He saw her. It had been nearly six years sense she had last seen the man in person. He had his arms on her, god she couldn’t leave the bathroom.

Bulma stood up and flushed the toilet, letting the back of her hand brush over her lips. She took baby steps toward the mirror and brushed her hair from her eyes. She made eye contact with her reflection and whimpered, closing her eyes slowly. She looked horrible. How could she let him see her like that? Gosh, why did she run like an idiot? She didn’t want him to know he got the better of her.

Too late…

Bulma quickly wiped her eyes and slung the strap her purse up and over her head. She opened it and pulled out some light make-up to dab over the blotchy coloring covering her cheeks. Her eyes lifted when a woman with aqua hair and a tight fitting dress waltzed into the bathroom. Her high heels clicked over the tiles as she made her way toward the mirror.

The woman fluffed her beautiful cascading curly locks of hair. Her breasts were extremely prominent in that dress, along with those amazingly rounded hips of hers. The woman puckered her lips and applied more lipstick as she gave Bulma a side glance.

“I know you, oh my gosh!” Maron giggled ridiculously, which caused Bulma to jump and look upon her with an awkward wide eye look. Still there were no words that escape her slightly parted lips.

“Are you Bulma Briefs?” The model leaned her voluptuous hip against the counter top.

“Yes…” she said softly, licking her lower lip and finished applying her cover-up.

“I knew it, so exciting. I heard you are getting married to that handsome Lawyer, Yamcha.” Maron offered her a saucy grin.

“Um, yes.” Bulma nodded and offered the woman a fake smile, finally allowing herself to take in her features. She was pretty, she would give her that, but she was too giddy. What did he honestly see in her?

“Oh, is that the ring?” She snatched up Bulma’s petit hand to get a better look at the rock. Bulma yanked it back.

“Yes, that is the ring. Please excuse me…” she whispered.

“Oh sure, nice to meet you Bulma Briefs,” she giggled and flipped her hair.

Bulma needed to get out of the bathroom before she clocked that woman in-between the eyes for touching her with those…those hands, which she used to touch... Bulma shuddered and dismissed the thought immediately. Bulma face had a clear look of disgust upon it.

She ran a hand through her newly fixed hair and took a step out, looking around the restaurant before deeming it safe and taking a step out into the dining area.

“Don’t fall again, clumsy woman.” That deep voice pierced her ears, and caused her to pause.

Bulma shifted her gaze and looked over her shoulder to see him leaning up against the wall, most likely waiting for that obnoxious woman of his.

“I won’t fall…and I am not clumsy. I just…” she paused and gripped the thin strap of her purse.

“Didn’t see the bump, got it.” He rolled his eyes and shifted his blank stare toward the restroom door.

She turned slightly and watched him a moment, completely lost for words. What should she say now? Should she say something nice? Yes, that was it, she should say something nice.

“Um…congratulations on your marriage, I am happy for you…” she swallowed down the pain.

Those soul piercing eyes of his narrowed slightly and looked her frame over quickly, before his lip quirked up in a grin, “Really? You’re happy for me?” Vegeta raise a brow.

“Yes, I am happy for you…see you…” she shot up a hand hesitantly before turning around and slowly making her way to the doors, which of course she was rewarded with a scolding from her mother.

“Where on earth were you?” Mrs. Briefs asked placing a hand around her cool glass of water and looked her daughter over carefully.

“Oh, I just reapplied my make-up. Sorry about that, now show me what you like so far, mom.” Bulma smiled softly, shifted her gaze over her shoulder just barley to see him being dragged off by his….wife.

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Alright, so this is the first official chapter of this story. I hope you like it so far, I wish to thank those of you who have reviewed my story, also for all the favorites and the alerts. It really makes me happy!

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