Change of Hearts

A/N: What’s a wedding reception without a drunken relative wrecking the supposed to be happy occasion? Warnings for this chapter are Heavy Dramatic Situations, Graphic language and Brief Violence.(*) Indicates a change of view

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“I’m soooo hungry Vegeta.” I say as we finish arranging the chairs for the wedding ceremony. I smell all of these exotic foods being delivered at the entrance of Capsule Corp. and I want to devour every morsel of them. A long table is being set a few feet from the back row of the chairs, and 9 different cakes are being put on it. The smell from the cakes and food cause my mouth to water and my stomach grumbles loudly, the prince just chuckles in response to me.

“Anytime you smell food, you want to eat.” He says walking in to the building. I follow after him, hoping that some food will be available before the wedding.

“Well it’s not my fault, I am Saiyan you know.” I throw back at him. When we enter the main living room, Bulla is in a chair having a stylist fix up her hair, as soon as her eyes lay on Vegeta, a huge grin graces her features.

“Hey daddy, hey Goku, thanks for all your help.” She says, I notice a certain glow on her face, that a woman usually gets when they are pregnant, also I notice a very strong Ki coming from her. Vegeta walks over to her and kneels down, places his hands on her stomach and smiles.

“It is a boy.” Pride laces every word that comes out of Vegeta’s mouth and Bulla nods her head in agreement.

“I went to the doctor’s office two weeks ago and he told me, it’s a little warrior.” She says gleaming.

Vegeta smirks then stands up and looks around, “Where is Goten?” he asks in his rich baritone voice.

“Daddy the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding.” She says.

Vegeta sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Well, I guess I better start getting ready.”

“Uh huh…You’ve got two hours daddy, you to Goku.” She says looking at both of us.

“Um, is there any food available before the ceremony Bulla, because I am starving.” I rub my stomach for emphasis.

She laughs and says “Check out the refrigerator, you should be able to find something.”

About an hour later after I had cleaned out the contents of the fridge, I go back through the living room to make my way to the shower when I run into Bulla again, her hair is now in long curls.

“Hey Goku, are you full now.” She says with a smile.

I return her smile and say “Yes, thank you.”

“Goku, have you ever thought about changing your hairstyle?” She says, bringing her hand up to touch my locks.

“Nope never, this is how it’s always been.” I say with pride.

“For today, you’re going to get a new look.” She pulls me in to the direction of the hired hairdresser, and sits me down in a chair.

For 20 minutes, my hair gets clipped, tugged, and then finally, I feel it being pulled back. Then, I hear Bulla squeal with delight and the hairdresser says, “You look awesome.”

“Oh my god, awesome is an understatement!! You’re hot as hell for an old guy.” She says gaily.

The hairdresser brings a mirror in front of my face, and I am startled by my appearance. I grab the handle of the mirror and bring it closer to me to examine my new look more closely. My hair and bangs has been pulled into a lengthy ponytail, and I can see the strong features of my face.

To be honest, I think I look pretty damn good.

I hug Bulla and tell the hairdresser thank you, and then I headed upstairs to take a quick shower and throw on my suit.

The time finally came, for the wedding ceremony to begin. I was dressed in a black suit and white undershirt that Bulla had picked up for me at the mall. Usually suits aren’t my thing, but today I decided to please my very soon to be daughter in law and go along with whatever she wanted.

After checking myself one last time in the mirror, I headed down the stairs to the lobby. When I got there, Gohan and Trunks were both walking in at the same time dressed in the colors that Bulla had set for the wedding party. When my eyes met Gohan’s, I seen a look of pure hatred and I was startled by it. Trunks came up to me and shook my hand greeting me properly, while my son, after his murderous stare, headed outside.

*

I am very nervous

But I will not show it, a warrior never shows anxiety…

Sweat beads at my forehead as I make my way down to the lobby, where I am supposed to meet Bulla and perform the human ritual of giving my daughter away. A huge lump forms in my throat as soon as I see her standing there in an all white beautiful gown. She turns to me, her eyes sparkling with happiness and tears at the same time.

“Don’t you look handsome.” She says as I make my way towards her, a tear escapes her eye and I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb. I pull her into a tight embrace and I whisper lightly…

“You look beautiful.”

She laughs and pulls away from me and says, “Am I doing the right thing daddy?”

I sigh and I hear music begin playing in the background, I believe it’s the wedding march that they play at weddings. “Bulla, I think it’s a little too late to be thinking of that.”

She turns away from me and looks out into garden, there is where Goten awaits her, an always smiling idiot of a man, who has no money what so ever. I feel a low growl vibrate through my chest, and it catches my daughter’s attention.

“Daddy I need to know…that you approve of this.” She pleads with me with her voice and her eyes and I find it hard to look at her, or speak to her. Truth be told, I don’t approve of this union. The only thing that this boy has managed to do is get my daughter pregnant. I have not seen any signs of him providing for her, perhaps yes, because of his Saiyan blood and martial arts training, he will be able to protect her.

But that is all…

I sigh into the air, and watch as the many guests who are here, turn around in their seats and face the lobby doors, waiting for me and Bulla to walk through.

“I will.” I say finally facing her, and then I turn to the doors. “When I see how he cares for you.”
Bulla smiles and also faces the doors, she links her arm around mine and with that, we begin walking slowly out the lobby and into the garden.

Two ice sculptures of Bulla and Goten are on both sides of the doors, leading out to a rose petal covered path, which heads straight to the altar, where a smiling priest stands. We walk slowly, I keep my head held high as I escort my daughter into the land of matrimony. I look over at Goten, whose attention is solely on Bulla, his eyes not diverting anywhere else. I also notice that standing next to him is my son, who nods in acknowledgement of me.

When we finally reach the altar, the priest smiles and I turn to walk over to my seat, hearing his words in the background…“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honorable estate…”

*

Dressed so sexily in an all black tuxedo, Vegeta makes his way over to his seat and sits down in the front row, nearest to the altar. He looked a little nervous going down the aisle, but I think it is only because I know him so well, that I was able to pick up on that fact. We sit for about 10 minutes as the priest gives his speech to Bulla and Goten and finally we reach the part of the vows.

The priest turns to my son, who has kept a cool look on his face the whole time and says…

“Goten, Will you have this Woman to be your wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, so long as you both shall live?”

I watch my son swallow hard, as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down his throat, and finally he says.

“I will.”

Then he turns to Bulla, whose cheeks are wet with tears and says to her…

“Bulla, Will you have this Man to be your wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, so long as you both shall live?”

In a shaky, very emotional voice Bulla answers.

“I will.”

The priest continues on and then asks, “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?”

In a strong voice Vegeta stands and says.

“I do.”

After that, he sits down and the priest instructs Bulla and Goten to recite their vows.

10 more minutes pass and now, they are exchanging rings.

After the rings are exchanged the priest says a prayer and then looks to both Goten and Bulla.

“With the power invested in me…I now pronounce you Husband and Wife, you may kiss your bride.”

Goten leans over, and brings up the veil covering Bulla’s face and kisses her. With that the many guests stand, cheer and clap and finally the wedding is over.

3 hours later…

We headed into another building owned by capsule corp. which is where Bulla is holding her reception party. Everything started out pretty nice, there were gifts given to the bride and groom. Afterwards Vegeta was made to dance with Bulla as is tradition at weddings. I’d say for the first 2 hours, I was in a pretty good mood…

Angry is an understatement to how I am feeling right now…

For the past hour, almost every woman who attended the wedding has been flirting with Vegeta.

And guess what…

He’s fucking flirting back!

In the farthest corner of the room, I have been watching him, and right now he is holding a drink in one hand, flashing his usual (I know I’m the shit) smirk, and his eyes have a playful gleam in them.

I thought that look was reserved for me.

That reminds me…He hasn’t even looked at me one time, or even breathed in my direction since earlier.

What the hell is his problem? I’m getting angrier with every second that passes, every woman that smiles at him, or winks at him, ignites strong flames of anger in my body. I feel my ki flare up and it is in that moment, that Vegeta’s dark eyes land on mine. His smirk fades, and the playfulness that was in his eyes disappears.

“Excuse me.” He says to the women surrounding him as he walks towards me.

He keeps my eyes locked to his, and I feel a sudden heat spread through my loins. When Vegeta reaches me, he’s closes his eyes and inhales deeply, then exhales slowly. I realize then, that he is taking in my scent.

“Kakarrot.” He says, my name rolling off his tongue in a very dark tone.

“Yes Vegeta.” I say, trying to act annoyed.

“You look very different.” He says, running his eyes down my body, undressing me slowly. By the time our eyes meet again, I feel naked.

“I didn’t even recognize you at first, it wasn’t until your ki flared…” His eyes narrow slightly and he moves in closer to me.

“What’s wrong?” He says in a very concerned voice, which makes the anger I had built up in me, disappear.

“I…I just felt like…you were uh…ignoring me.” I say hesitantly, the last thing I want to do is anger him at his daughter’s wedding reception.

“Kakarrot you could’ve just walked up to me, and I would’ve identified you through your scent…” He trails off again, and stares at my hair… “Why did you…”

I cut him off and say, “It was Bulla’s idea.”

Vegeta smirks and says “Really now?”

We stand together for awhile, conversing lightly. After a few moments I grab a drink from one of the passing servants and remember that I forgot to compliment him.

“You look great.” I say giving him a smile.

Vegeta gives me a very intense look, one that he usually gives me when he’s about to rip off my clothes.

“Uh, Vegeta, um…is there something wrong.” I say, feeling my loins tighten.

“No.” Is his response.

Isn’t he a man of many words?

I decide to bait him into an argument by saying something arrogant; I know that his response will probably be some form of an insult. So I say…

“What are you fascinated by me or something?”

“Yes.” Once again is his detailed response.

He’s fascinated by me?

I cough and try to contain a blush that I know will escape me.

“Why?” I ask him, locking eyes with him again.

“Because you are a very fascinating creature.” He says in a very smooth, sensual voice that caresses the most hardened parts of my body.

I feel myself being hypnotized by his presence, a storm of lust thundering loudly in my body, causing me to move closer to him. My body demands that he touch me, and Vegeta knows very well what is going on inside of me. Just when he opens up his mouth to say something, Bulla comes and yanks him on the arm.

“Daddy, I want you to meet mom’s old secretary.” She says, pulling Vegeta in front of a beautiful blond haired woman. Her eyes are a like two dark emeralds, and her skin is a white creamy complexion. I can tell by the look on Vegeta’s face, he finds her very appealing.

I don’t…Because the only person I am attracted to…is him.

The woman smiles at him, batting her eyelashes in a very flirtatious manner, Vegeta continues to display his charming personality and entertain whatever questions she throws at him. I watch as his eyes trail suggestively over her form, and once again the anger that had dissipated comes back a hundred fold.

“What’s the matter dad, you a little jealous?”

I turn around to see my oldest son with a devilish grin plastered on his face. “Vegeta paying too much attention to women, and not his precious boy toy?” He says louder, as if I didn’t hear his previous comment.

“Gohan lower your voice, your causing a scene.” I say sternly, the closer he come nears to me allows me to smell the heavy alcohol on his breath.

“I don’t give a damn! I haven’t seen you in months dad, and the time that I do see you, you’re here pouting like a little bitch over your boyfriend!” He yells angrily, now drawing attention from the other guests.

Pouting like a little bitch?

“Gohan, I’m going to tell Trunks to drive you home, because you’re going a little too far now.” I say glaring at him.

“IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!” He screams at the top of his lungs, and now everyone’s attention is on us, including Vegeta’s.

“Gohan, this is ridiculous, if you can’t respect me, at least show some fucking respect for your brother.” I say.
Trunks, Bulla and Goten who were in the middle of the floor are now making their way over to us, as well as the father of the bride.

Gohan now turns to Goten and says “Listen bro, marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…especially when you’re marrying a whore like Bulla.”

Gasps are heard all over from the surrounding guests and in one instant, Trunks hand is wrapped around my son’s neck.

“Who the hell do you think you are, you drunk piece of shit!” His normally bright blue eyes are darkened with anger, and Vegeta is now standing only a few feet away from us.

Gohan tears Trunks arm away from him and pushes him back, and yells “You and your sister are just spoiled little brats just like your dead rich mother, and your brat prince of a father."

The only form of movement was a blur, passing by all of us, followed by the sound of my son’s head banging against the floor.

“Vegeta Noooo!” I yell teleporting behind him, Bulla is now crying and Goten is trying to soothe her, meanwhile myself and Trunks are trying to pry Vegeta off of my soon to be dead son.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MY FAMILY, IM GOING TO TEAR YOU LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB.” Vegeta roars into my sons face, I wrap my arms around his body and manage to pull him off of Gohan.

After a few moments, Gohan’s laughter fills the air, while Trunks stands directly over him looking like he is about to finish his father’s job.

“What the fuck are you laughing you bastard!” Trunks growls hard, looking almost as deadly as his father.

“I’m laughing because now, after a whole life of selfishness, Vegeta is defending his family.” He says, attempting to stand, while blood streams down his face.

“You know, you and Bulla don’t have clue to what Vegeta actually is.” He says now locking eyes with Trunks, daring him to make a move.

He continues, “He used to be a cold blooded murderer, but he fucked your mom and became good.”

“GOHAN THAT’S ENOUGH.” I yell now, desperately trying to not make this situation any worse.

He turns to me now, a look of amusement plastered on his face, and he points a finger at me.

“And guess what else guys…” He pauses for a second and turns his attention back to the many confused, angered, and sad faces of the wedding party.

“He’s fucking my father.”