Chapter 2

“Hurry up Vegeta!” Bulma yelled, banging on Vegeta’s door. “What is taking him so long?”
Bulma thought impatiently. She stormed in Vegeta’s room and saw him looking at himself in the
mirror. “Vegeta, what’s wrong? You’re all dressed up but why won’t you come out?” she said in
a softer voice.

“I hate these clothes,” he whined. He was wearing white long sleeves, with a brown vest over it,
he wore black formal pants, and a pair of black leather shoes.

“You look great!” Bulma complimented.

“I look like a human,” he snorted and turned to Bulma, his jaw dropped as he saw her dressed in a
red, silk gown, she was wearing red, leather high heels shoes, and her hair was done in a ponytail.
“You look... absolutely disgusting!” he teased. Bulma knew he meant the opposite.

“Come on, let’s go,” Bulma said pushing Vegeta out of his room.

“Say, will Kakarott and the others be there?” Vegeta asked.

“No, only I know Velvet in the gang, we went to University together,” Bulma assured.

“That’s good. Kakarott will never stop mocking at me if he sees me like this.”

“Now can we go?” Bulma groaned, giving up from forcing Vegeta out of his room since he didn’t
even budge from where he was standing.

“Okay,” he said and wrapped her arm with his and walked out of the room like a couple.

***

“Is it over yet?” Vegeta asked impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor while watching the priest
talk to the couple at the altar.

“It will be over soon,” Bulma growled, annoyed with Vegeta’s complaints.

“And do you, Polo, take Velvet as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to honour; for richer,
for poorer; in sickness, and in health, and forsaking all others--‘til death do you part?”
“I do.”
The priest handed a ring to Polo, who put it on Velvet’s finger without taking his eyes off of her.
“With this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Velvet echoed.
“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I pronounce you man and wife. You may
kiss the bride.”

“Velvet? Polo?” Vegeta snickered. “Bulma, even your friends are named after clothes,” he
snickered again.

“Shut up! Everyone is looking at you!” she growled with her teeth clenched and he did.

Velvet and Polo turned to their right and exited through a hall. A man went up to the altar.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention,” the man said. “The reception will be on 38
Tokyo Avenue,” he finished, leaving the altar.

“What is a reception?” Vegeta asked.

“It’s a party after the wedding. There’s food and dancing,” Bulma explained. “Come on, let’s
go.” The people exited the church and went to the designated location of the reception.

***

Vegeta and Bulma were the first ones to arrive at the reception. There was a big round table in
the center of the room, for Polo and Velvet and small round tables surrounded it. At the end of
the room was a long table with all sorts of food and drinks on it. There was a hall at the end of
the room and Velvet came out. She saw Bulma with Vegeta wondering around the room.

“Bulma, is that you?” Velvet gasped, running towards her. “I’m glad you made it,” she said after
exchanging hugs.

“It’s good to see you again, Velvet, it’s been five years.”

“Yeah. Who is the guy with you? I was expecting Yamcha,” she said as she turned to Vegeta.

“Yamcha and I are finished,” Bulma answered. Vegeta just let out a “humph” and crossed his
arms.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Velvet apologized.

“It’s okay, that Yamcha would have stood me up on this occasion if we were still together
anyway,” Bulma giggled.

“Yeah. Besides, Vegeta here is much cuter than him.”

“Honey, the other visitors are coming,” Polo called out from the hall.

“Polo, come here! I’d like you to meet my friend from University,” Velvet replied. Polo came
out of the hall and walked towards Bulma and Vegeta. “This is Bulma Briefs and her boyfriend
Vegeta.”

“Nice to meet you, Bulma” he greeted, shaking hands. He offered his hand to Vegeta for a hand
shake but Vegeta kept his arms crossed. Bulma scowled at him, telling him to shake hands.

“Nice to meet you,” Vegeta said coldly and shook hands with Polo.

“My, he’s kind of shy isn’t he?” Velvet giggled.

“Shy? That’s not the word you’re looking for,” Bulma giggled back.

“Oh! The other guests are coming,” Velvet gasped as she turned to the entrance and saw people
coming in. “We’ll talk later, go find yourselves a table.” Velvet left Vegeta and Bulma and
turned to the other guests.

“The one at the corner looks like a good spot,” Bulma said. “What do you think?”

“It’s good enough and it’s far from that giggling friend of yours,” he teased.

“We’re guests here, you can’t let them hear you insult them,” Bulma warned and headed towards
their table, Vegeta followed. They sat down and watched everyone pick their spots. When
everyone was sitting down, waiters came out from the hall at the corner of the room and served
plates, spoons, forks, and knives. After getting their plates, everyone stood up and headed to the
banquet table.

“I don’t see why we have to fall in line,” Vegeta snorted.

“Be patient, it’s our turn next.”

Vegeta got a helping from each kind of food, except the vegetables. Bulma had to carry his drink
since his hands were holding a plate each. They headed to their table and started to eat.

“Slow down okay?” Bulma chuckled.

“I will, I’m not like that pig Kakarott, you know,” he growled and started to eat slowly and
politely.

***

Everyone was done eating and the center tables were cleared for dancing.

“Come on Vegeta, just this once?” Bulma whined.

“I don’t dance. Let’s go home,” Vegeta said. “I have to train you know. Freeza is coming in a
few years and we have to be prepared.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Bulma gave in.

“Leaving so soon?” Velvet asked as she saw Vegeta and Bulma leaving.

“Yes. I’m sorry to eat and run but I have some important clients tomorrow,” Bulma said.

“I understand.”

“I’ll call you back, okay?” she said as she and Vegeta exited the room and went home.

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