In Your Dreams
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Chapter 58
Title: In Your Dreams
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Author: Me
A/N - I'm thinking this fic is close to an end ^.^ Not sure how many chapters are left, but I'm beginning to wrap it up. Crazy, huh?
Chapter 58
So far the day had been particularly peaceful, and Bulma and ChiChi were currently enjoying each other’s company as they exchanged stories about their children’s activities and latest accomplishments. They’d been conversing undisturbed for nearly an hour when Vegeta stomped into the room. Momoku was tucked under his arm squealing happily in delight, despite the seemingly uncomfortable way in which she was being held. The prince did not look amused.
“Where’s Kakarotto?!”
The two women shrugged their shoulders; neither had seen the Saiyajin all morning.
“Vegeta, you don’t carry a baby like a football! Hold her right!” Bulma said as she pointed to the squirming bundle.
The prince’s eyes dropped down to the infant he carried, and he frowned and let out a puff of air from between his lips as he turned Momoku right-side up and sat her on his forearm instead. The small child cooed and fisted her small fingers in his shirt as she curled her tail around his bicep, and her large eyes turned to the two women sitting a few feet away.
“Did Goku do something?” ChiChi asked. It was obvious the older Saiyajin wasn’t happy at the moment, and it was likely her ex-husband had been causing mischief again. Goku’s jealousy toward his youngest child didn’t seem to be getting any better; and in fact it seemed to be getting worse. There were times when he’d seethe at Vegeta simply for mentioning Momoku’s name. It was a pretty bad case.
“That baka!” Vegeta hissed. “He buried the brat in Bura’s stuffed animal collection! I was looking for her for over an hour!”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Bulma found herself fighting back a laugh. “Oh? How’d you manage to find her?”
The prince wrinkled his nose. “I smelled her. She needed a new diaper.”
Vegeta strode forward when ChiChi motioned for the baby and deposited the freshly changed infant into her arms before taking a seat at the table across from the two women. He propped his elbows on the smooth surface and rubbed at his temples with his fingers in an attempt to ease the headache that was beginning to manifest itself. Unfortunately, Momoku’s high-pitched squeals weren’t helping.
Bulma watched the man for a long moment before she spoke. “Seems like Goku sees Momoku as competition more so than a daughter. I think this is more of an insecurity issue than PPD.”
Vegeta’s hands dropped from his temples and he opened his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. His lips tightened into a straight line as he considered the woman’s words, but the slight twitch of his brow showed he wasn’t quite following.
Bulma’s eyes moved to Momoku, and she watched with a small smile as the child grabbed at ChiChi’s fingers as the younger woman danced them along the infant’s body, creating a tickling sensation that left her squirming and giggling.
“I don’t think Goku feels you and Momoku are his family, Vegeta.”
The prince visibly tensed as a flash of anger flared through his eyes. “What the hell does that mean? Of course he knows we’re his family! He gave birth to the brat!”
“He always refers to Momoku as YOUR daughter, Vegeta. Not his.”
Vegeta shifted his gaze to ChiChi, who hadn’t looked up from the child as she spoke. He considered her words for a moment, and memories of past conversations with his mate began to fill his head.
“She’s yours, Vegeta.”
“I don’t... I don’t want to kill it! It’s yours, Vegeta!”
“It’s yours. I won’t kill it.”
It was true. Not once had Kakarotto referred to Momoku as ‘their’ child. Not once.
“I don’t know what else to do to get it through the baka’s thick skull! He’s my mate. I’ve bonded with him and we’ve produced a child together. What else can I do to convince him he isn’t being replaced?”
“Well...” ChiChi began, finally raising her eyes to look at the Saiyajin. “What about a traditional marriage?”
Vegeta scoffed and turned his head away. “Don’t be ridiculous, woman. That’s a silly human custom. It means nothing.”
“To you, maybe.” Bulma said. “But Goku was raised as a human, and he’s learned that couples who wish to become a family get married. You saw how loyal he was to ChiChi. He took his vows very seriously. They meant a lot to him.”
A brief look of annoyance flashed across Vegeta’s face before his expression became more thoughtful. For a long moment he was silent, and he tapped his finger against the table for nearly a full minute before he spoke again.
“You really think that’s the problem? You think some silly ceremony with flowers and sobbing women will solve his insecurity issues and convince him he’s my mate?”
“It’s worth a shot.” Bulma said with a smile.
Vegeta sighed as both women visibly began bouncing in their seats at the prospect of planning a wedding. However, at this point, he was willing to try anything to make Kakarotto happy again.
“Fine. What needs to be done to make this thing happen?”
Bulma clapped her hands and squealed in excitement. “First we need to pick out a ring!”
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“I don’t wear jewelry.” Vegeta stated as he frowned at the glass case that held hundreds of expensive rings. He was surrounded by Bulma, ChiChi, Pan, and Bura, all of which had insisted on accompanying him to the store to pick out the wedding bands.
“You have to, Daddy! It’s part of the tradition!” Bura chirped as she wrapped her arms around one of Vegeta’s. The older man rolled his eyes as each woman pointed to various bands and chattered excitedly. Several employees were gathered around to bring out selected pieces for closer inspection, and the Saiyajin could practically see the drool dripping from their mouths at the prospect of a good sale. Everyone in town knew Bulma Briefs was loaded.
Bulma glanced over her shoulder and motioned for Vegeta to come closer, which he was forced to do when Bura tugged him up to the jewelry case.
“Which do you want? Silver or gold?”
The prince snorted and nodded his head to the rings on the left. “Gold, obviously. Silver is an inferior material.”
“Ahh, very good, sir!” a female employee chirped. She automatically moved to the women’s rings. “What’s your bride’s finger size?”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “Finger size? How the hell am I supposed to know HIS finger size?!”
The woman’s hands froze over the glass case, and brown eyes slowly rose to meet the Saiyajin’s. “Oh... Your chosen is another man.” There was a short and awkward silence for a long moment before a giddy smile spread over the employee’s face. “That is so CUTE!”
Vegeta’s hands balled themselves into fists as the urge to bat the woman upside the head became nearly too strong to ignore, but Bura tightened her grip on his arm to keep him from lunging forward. Meanwhile, the employee had moved a couple steps further down the counter to the men’s rings.
“Well, we have an excellent selection for you. As for the ring size, you can always come back to get it fitted after you propose. We’d all love to meet your partner!”
The entire staff nodded eagerly, and Vegeta rolled his eyes. Humans were such annoying creatures.
“What about this one?” Bulma asked as she pointed to a band in the corner.
The prince followed her finger to a thick golden ring with diamonds that covered nearly the entire surface. “No. Keep it simple.”
The blue haired woman frowned. “If it’s the price you’re worried about, you know I can afford to buy this entire store if I wanted...”
The older man growled in annoyance. “Money is not the issue, woman! Kakarotto doesn’t care about material objects, and something like that monstrosity of a ring does not suit him at all! It’d be an insult to both of us.”
ChiChi nodded in agreement. “He’s right. Goku never really cared about extravagance. The simplest things were the most beautiful to him.”
The group fell silent as they looked over the rings, and Vegeta’s gaze finally stopped on one in particular. His eyes shifted to the employee behind the counter. “Can you customize a band with an engraving?”
“Oh, absolutely! We can even add a stone if you like!” The woman opened the case and retrieved the ring she’d seen the Saiyajin eyeing, and she produced some paper and a pen for him to write down what he’d like engraved.
It only took a moment for Vegeta to draw it out, and everyone watched over his shoulder as his intentions became clear.
“Wooow, he’ll love that!” Pan smiled and nodded to herself.
“Yeah, I never would have thought of that, Daddy!” Bura agreed.
Vegeta pushed the paper at the employee when he was done. “Whatever.”
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“I’m not wearing that.”
“But Vegeta! It’s tradition!” Bulma cried.
The prince growled and spun around to face the four women behind him, and he pointed his finger at the tux that was displayed before them. “Fuck tradition! Do you plan to have Kakarotto wear a frilly white dress too?!”
Pan chuckled into her hand as the mental image formed in her mind. “He could probably pull it off...”
All eyes turned to the young woman, and she raised an eyebrow at them. “What? I was just saying...”
“Anyway...” Bulma continued as her gaze shifted back to Vegeta. “What do you plan on wearing then?”
“Traditional ceremonial Saiyajin garb.” the prince replied. “Something can be designed for Kakarotto. I won’t have him dressed in any meaningless human attire, especially not something meant for a woman.” he added as his eyes moved to Pan. The young woman coughed softly and looked away, trying to ignore the way Bura laughed at her blush.
“Ah, a custom design.” a store employee said as he opened a book of fabrics he’d been cradling in his arm. “I believe that is something we can help you with.”
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Vegeta cursed as he sneezed for the tenth time since entering the florist shop, and he raised his hand to cover his nose as he glared at his colorful surroundings. Flowers of every variety lined the floor and walls, leaving barely enough room to walk without brushing up against a leaf or pedal. The scent was strong enough for human senses, but it was nearly overwhelming for a Saiyajin.
“Woman! Hu----Hurr--- ACHOOO!! Hurry up!”
Bulma paused her conversation with the shop owner and frowned at the flustered prince. “Vegeta, these things can’t be rushed! Flowers are one of the most important things!”
“They’re unnecessary!” the prince snapped as he fanned the air with his free hand in an attempt to push the heavy scent away. “Kakarotto would be happier if he were surrounded by food!”
“And he will be,” ChiChi said as she scanned the open book of floral arrangements laid out in front of her. “We’re going to the caterer next.”
As all the women turned away from him to continue their planning, Vegeta felt, for the first time in a long while, that he wanted to fall down and cry.
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By the time they’d gotten home, it was dark. Pan and Bura had immediately rushed away upon stepping foot in Capsule Corp, most likely to gossip about the day’s events, and ChiChi had gotten into her own car to return home herself.
Bulma was humming and walked with a bounce in her step, while Vegeta shuffled in behind her with his tail dragging limply across the floor. His head was pounding and all he could smell were roses, and the scent was beginning to make him sick.
“Well that was productive!” Bulma smiled as she spun around to face the Saiyajin. She lowered her voice and leaned in closer to avoid being overheard. “Now all you need to do is wait for the ring to be finished and you can propose. Do you have any idea how you’re going to do it?”
Vegeta frowned. “How? I’m going to shove the ring at him and demand he take part in this silly event so things can get back to normal!”
Needless to say, the prince wasn’t entirely surprised when Bulma hit him upside the head.
“No! It has to be romantic!”
The Saiyajin huffed and folded his arms over his chest as he straightened his slouched posture and wound his tail around his waist. “I don’t do romantic. I’d simply be embarrassing us both.”
“Well you better learn, mister! This needs to be special and Goku needs to feel like you really understand the importance of proposing to him! Don’t make a joke out of it or you’ll only make things worse.”
Vegeta watched as Bulma turned and walked away, most likely heading off to make a few more phone calls. A strange fluttering sensation suddenly manifested itself in his belly, and the Saiyajin was horrified to discover that he was nervous about proposing to his mate.
What if... what if the baka said no?
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TBC
OK, here's a challenge! Who things they can design wedding attire for our Saiyajins? That is... if the wedding happens ~.^ I'll try to come up with something and post on DA, so if you have any ideas, send me a note with your pic so I can see!
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Author: Me
A/N - I'm thinking this fic is close to an end ^.^ Not sure how many chapters are left, but I'm beginning to wrap it up. Crazy, huh?
Chapter 58
So far the day had been particularly peaceful, and Bulma and ChiChi were currently enjoying each other’s company as they exchanged stories about their children’s activities and latest accomplishments. They’d been conversing undisturbed for nearly an hour when Vegeta stomped into the room. Momoku was tucked under his arm squealing happily in delight, despite the seemingly uncomfortable way in which she was being held. The prince did not look amused.
“Where’s Kakarotto?!”
The two women shrugged their shoulders; neither had seen the Saiyajin all morning.
“Vegeta, you don’t carry a baby like a football! Hold her right!” Bulma said as she pointed to the squirming bundle.
The prince’s eyes dropped down to the infant he carried, and he frowned and let out a puff of air from between his lips as he turned Momoku right-side up and sat her on his forearm instead. The small child cooed and fisted her small fingers in his shirt as she curled her tail around his bicep, and her large eyes turned to the two women sitting a few feet away.
“Did Goku do something?” ChiChi asked. It was obvious the older Saiyajin wasn’t happy at the moment, and it was likely her ex-husband had been causing mischief again. Goku’s jealousy toward his youngest child didn’t seem to be getting any better; and in fact it seemed to be getting worse. There were times when he’d seethe at Vegeta simply for mentioning Momoku’s name. It was a pretty bad case.
“That baka!” Vegeta hissed. “He buried the brat in Bura’s stuffed animal collection! I was looking for her for over an hour!”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Bulma found herself fighting back a laugh. “Oh? How’d you manage to find her?”
The prince wrinkled his nose. “I smelled her. She needed a new diaper.”
Vegeta strode forward when ChiChi motioned for the baby and deposited the freshly changed infant into her arms before taking a seat at the table across from the two women. He propped his elbows on the smooth surface and rubbed at his temples with his fingers in an attempt to ease the headache that was beginning to manifest itself. Unfortunately, Momoku’s high-pitched squeals weren’t helping.
Bulma watched the man for a long moment before she spoke. “Seems like Goku sees Momoku as competition more so than a daughter. I think this is more of an insecurity issue than PPD.”
Vegeta’s hands dropped from his temples and he opened his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. His lips tightened into a straight line as he considered the woman’s words, but the slight twitch of his brow showed he wasn’t quite following.
Bulma’s eyes moved to Momoku, and she watched with a small smile as the child grabbed at ChiChi’s fingers as the younger woman danced them along the infant’s body, creating a tickling sensation that left her squirming and giggling.
“I don’t think Goku feels you and Momoku are his family, Vegeta.”
The prince visibly tensed as a flash of anger flared through his eyes. “What the hell does that mean? Of course he knows we’re his family! He gave birth to the brat!”
“He always refers to Momoku as YOUR daughter, Vegeta. Not his.”
Vegeta shifted his gaze to ChiChi, who hadn’t looked up from the child as she spoke. He considered her words for a moment, and memories of past conversations with his mate began to fill his head.
“She’s yours, Vegeta.”
“I don’t... I don’t want to kill it! It’s yours, Vegeta!”
“It’s yours. I won’t kill it.”
It was true. Not once had Kakarotto referred to Momoku as ‘their’ child. Not once.
“I don’t know what else to do to get it through the baka’s thick skull! He’s my mate. I’ve bonded with him and we’ve produced a child together. What else can I do to convince him he isn’t being replaced?”
“Well...” ChiChi began, finally raising her eyes to look at the Saiyajin. “What about a traditional marriage?”
Vegeta scoffed and turned his head away. “Don’t be ridiculous, woman. That’s a silly human custom. It means nothing.”
“To you, maybe.” Bulma said. “But Goku was raised as a human, and he’s learned that couples who wish to become a family get married. You saw how loyal he was to ChiChi. He took his vows very seriously. They meant a lot to him.”
A brief look of annoyance flashed across Vegeta’s face before his expression became more thoughtful. For a long moment he was silent, and he tapped his finger against the table for nearly a full minute before he spoke again.
“You really think that’s the problem? You think some silly ceremony with flowers and sobbing women will solve his insecurity issues and convince him he’s my mate?”
“It’s worth a shot.” Bulma said with a smile.
Vegeta sighed as both women visibly began bouncing in their seats at the prospect of planning a wedding. However, at this point, he was willing to try anything to make Kakarotto happy again.
“Fine. What needs to be done to make this thing happen?”
Bulma clapped her hands and squealed in excitement. “First we need to pick out a ring!”
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“I don’t wear jewelry.” Vegeta stated as he frowned at the glass case that held hundreds of expensive rings. He was surrounded by Bulma, ChiChi, Pan, and Bura, all of which had insisted on accompanying him to the store to pick out the wedding bands.
“You have to, Daddy! It’s part of the tradition!” Bura chirped as she wrapped her arms around one of Vegeta’s. The older man rolled his eyes as each woman pointed to various bands and chattered excitedly. Several employees were gathered around to bring out selected pieces for closer inspection, and the Saiyajin could practically see the drool dripping from their mouths at the prospect of a good sale. Everyone in town knew Bulma Briefs was loaded.
Bulma glanced over her shoulder and motioned for Vegeta to come closer, which he was forced to do when Bura tugged him up to the jewelry case.
“Which do you want? Silver or gold?”
The prince snorted and nodded his head to the rings on the left. “Gold, obviously. Silver is an inferior material.”
“Ahh, very good, sir!” a female employee chirped. She automatically moved to the women’s rings. “What’s your bride’s finger size?”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “Finger size? How the hell am I supposed to know HIS finger size?!”
The woman’s hands froze over the glass case, and brown eyes slowly rose to meet the Saiyajin’s. “Oh... Your chosen is another man.” There was a short and awkward silence for a long moment before a giddy smile spread over the employee’s face. “That is so CUTE!”
Vegeta’s hands balled themselves into fists as the urge to bat the woman upside the head became nearly too strong to ignore, but Bura tightened her grip on his arm to keep him from lunging forward. Meanwhile, the employee had moved a couple steps further down the counter to the men’s rings.
“Well, we have an excellent selection for you. As for the ring size, you can always come back to get it fitted after you propose. We’d all love to meet your partner!”
The entire staff nodded eagerly, and Vegeta rolled his eyes. Humans were such annoying creatures.
“What about this one?” Bulma asked as she pointed to a band in the corner.
The prince followed her finger to a thick golden ring with diamonds that covered nearly the entire surface. “No. Keep it simple.”
The blue haired woman frowned. “If it’s the price you’re worried about, you know I can afford to buy this entire store if I wanted...”
The older man growled in annoyance. “Money is not the issue, woman! Kakarotto doesn’t care about material objects, and something like that monstrosity of a ring does not suit him at all! It’d be an insult to both of us.”
ChiChi nodded in agreement. “He’s right. Goku never really cared about extravagance. The simplest things were the most beautiful to him.”
The group fell silent as they looked over the rings, and Vegeta’s gaze finally stopped on one in particular. His eyes shifted to the employee behind the counter. “Can you customize a band with an engraving?”
“Oh, absolutely! We can even add a stone if you like!” The woman opened the case and retrieved the ring she’d seen the Saiyajin eyeing, and she produced some paper and a pen for him to write down what he’d like engraved.
It only took a moment for Vegeta to draw it out, and everyone watched over his shoulder as his intentions became clear.
“Wooow, he’ll love that!” Pan smiled and nodded to herself.
“Yeah, I never would have thought of that, Daddy!” Bura agreed.
Vegeta pushed the paper at the employee when he was done. “Whatever.”
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“I’m not wearing that.”
“But Vegeta! It’s tradition!” Bulma cried.
The prince growled and spun around to face the four women behind him, and he pointed his finger at the tux that was displayed before them. “Fuck tradition! Do you plan to have Kakarotto wear a frilly white dress too?!”
Pan chuckled into her hand as the mental image formed in her mind. “He could probably pull it off...”
All eyes turned to the young woman, and she raised an eyebrow at them. “What? I was just saying...”
“Anyway...” Bulma continued as her gaze shifted back to Vegeta. “What do you plan on wearing then?”
“Traditional ceremonial Saiyajin garb.” the prince replied. “Something can be designed for Kakarotto. I won’t have him dressed in any meaningless human attire, especially not something meant for a woman.” he added as his eyes moved to Pan. The young woman coughed softly and looked away, trying to ignore the way Bura laughed at her blush.
“Ah, a custom design.” a store employee said as he opened a book of fabrics he’d been cradling in his arm. “I believe that is something we can help you with.”
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Vegeta cursed as he sneezed for the tenth time since entering the florist shop, and he raised his hand to cover his nose as he glared at his colorful surroundings. Flowers of every variety lined the floor and walls, leaving barely enough room to walk without brushing up against a leaf or pedal. The scent was strong enough for human senses, but it was nearly overwhelming for a Saiyajin.
“Woman! Hu----Hurr--- ACHOOO!! Hurry up!”
Bulma paused her conversation with the shop owner and frowned at the flustered prince. “Vegeta, these things can’t be rushed! Flowers are one of the most important things!”
“They’re unnecessary!” the prince snapped as he fanned the air with his free hand in an attempt to push the heavy scent away. “Kakarotto would be happier if he were surrounded by food!”
“And he will be,” ChiChi said as she scanned the open book of floral arrangements laid out in front of her. “We’re going to the caterer next.”
As all the women turned away from him to continue their planning, Vegeta felt, for the first time in a long while, that he wanted to fall down and cry.
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By the time they’d gotten home, it was dark. Pan and Bura had immediately rushed away upon stepping foot in Capsule Corp, most likely to gossip about the day’s events, and ChiChi had gotten into her own car to return home herself.
Bulma was humming and walked with a bounce in her step, while Vegeta shuffled in behind her with his tail dragging limply across the floor. His head was pounding and all he could smell were roses, and the scent was beginning to make him sick.
“Well that was productive!” Bulma smiled as she spun around to face the Saiyajin. She lowered her voice and leaned in closer to avoid being overheard. “Now all you need to do is wait for the ring to be finished and you can propose. Do you have any idea how you’re going to do it?”
Vegeta frowned. “How? I’m going to shove the ring at him and demand he take part in this silly event so things can get back to normal!”
Needless to say, the prince wasn’t entirely surprised when Bulma hit him upside the head.
“No! It has to be romantic!”
The Saiyajin huffed and folded his arms over his chest as he straightened his slouched posture and wound his tail around his waist. “I don’t do romantic. I’d simply be embarrassing us both.”
“Well you better learn, mister! This needs to be special and Goku needs to feel like you really understand the importance of proposing to him! Don’t make a joke out of it or you’ll only make things worse.”
Vegeta watched as Bulma turned and walked away, most likely heading off to make a few more phone calls. A strange fluttering sensation suddenly manifested itself in his belly, and the Saiyajin was horrified to discover that he was nervous about proposing to his mate.
What if... what if the baka said no?
-------
TBC
OK, here's a challenge! Who things they can design wedding attire for our Saiyajins? That is... if the wedding happens ~.^ I'll try to come up with something and post on DA, so if you have any ideas, send me a note with your pic so I can see!