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The festivities were in full swing in the ballroom of the palace. The food was plentiful, the drinks were flowing and laughter filled the air. It was clear that everybody was having a wonderful time.
Somewhere else in the castle, in a quiet room, Bulma and Vegeta were together with Maran and Tights. They'd reached the more Saiyan part of the wedding. The exchanging of gifts.
Bulma was first. Her sister handed her two capsules, one red and one blue, and, smiling her thanks, she gave them to Vegeta. "These are for you. You can open the red one but don't open the blue one now."
"Why not?"
She smiled softly. "Well, I don't think you'd have an explanation for the sudden damage that'll be caused from such a large object."
Curious, he pressed the button of the red capsule and threw it on the ground. A second later, it popped open and the smoke cleared to reveal a large box with a bow on it. He opened it and his eyes widened at the contents.
It was a new set of armour.
"That's your training armour. I designed it myself. The chest piece is twice as resilient as the original and is able to withstand almost anything, excluding fatal attacks like beams. The body suit is more durable and can also take a lot of damage and is heat resistant thanks to a soft metal that's able to bounce heat back."
She pointed to the blue capsule. "In this one, you have your own personal space ship, also made by yours truly. It's the latest model, it doesn't rely on fuel, can stay out for almost two years before needing a recharge and has a coffee maker." She smiled secretly at that last part. Ever since she introduced him to coffee, he couldn't get enough of the stuff.
Vegeta was impressed. He'd never cease to be amazed at the things Bulma could do. "These will suffice for the moment." He said with a teasing smirk.
"Good Kami, why do I do anything for you?" She asked, exasperation evident in her tone.
He merely laughed and looked back at Maran, accepting the small box she gave him. He nodded his thanks and turned to face his bride.
"This is for you." Bulma took the box and tried to guess what it was.
"Don't bother. You won't be able to guess what it is. Just open it."
She pouted before unwrapping the ribbon. "Spoil sport."
Bulma pulled off the lid and gasped at what she saw.
"Oh my Kami." She whispered.
Sitting on top of a black velvet cushion was a necklace. The chain was gold and delicate, the centerpiece a beautiful dark red gem the size of a coin in the shape of a teardrop, surrounded by a dozen tiny diamonds.
"Oh Vegeta, it's beautiful." She said, her voice wistful.
He gave her a pleased smirk, taking out of its box and signaling her to turn around. "This gem is called 'The Blood of Sadala'. It's the rarest jewel on the whole planet and symbolizes the strength, blood and unity of our people." He clasped it and slowly slid his hands down her neck, relishing the slight shiver she gave off.
She turned around to face him, her cheeks flushed. "I love it. Thank you."
"You're welcome." He said in a low voice, his heated eyes taking in every inch of her body. Bulma gulped slightly at that scorching look he was giving her. He looked like he wanted to eat her!
He looked over to the other two ladies. "Maran, Tights, thank you for bearing witness to the gift exchange. You can go back and enjoy the festivities with everyone else. We'll join you soon enough."
Giving each other knowing looks, the two of them bowed slightly and left the room.
"Wait, we're not going to go with them?" Bulma asked, her head tilted.
Vegeta shook his head slowly, giving Bulma a sultry smile. "We're expected to stay here a bit longer. Somebody will bring us our own refreshments shortly."
On cue, a knock sounded on the door. Vegeta told them to enter and somebody came in, pushing a cart with various trays and covered plates. Bowing slightly, they walked out of the room.
Bulma took a deep breath, her mouth watering at the delightful smells coming from the cart. "It all smells so good."
She felt him standing right behind her before he put his hands on her shoulders. He lightly brushed his hands down her arm, placing a small kiss on her shoulder. He raised his head and placed his lips next to her ear, "It sure does." He whispered, a wolfish smile coming to face with her shudder of pleasure.
"I was talking about the food, you perv. Aren't you hungry?" She asked, her heart beating faster when she felt his hands at the top of her dress, slowly pulling down the zipper.
"I am. I've just found that I'd prefer to start with something sweet before the main course." Vegeta chuckled wickedly before he took a bunch of her hair and turned her head to the side, kissing her thoroughly. He swept his hands down her shoulders, taking her dress with it until it bunched on the floor, leaving Bulma in barely there lingerie.
Bulma responded in kind, her slight laugh turning in a sigh when he pulled her soft body into his hard one. Vegeta bit her bottom lip and pulled, letting it go with a soft pop. He gave her a devilish smile, one that promised her a night of nothing but pure bliss, before picking her up bridal style and carrying her into the adjacent bedroom.
'Yeah, he's right. The food can totally wait.'
Bulma returned his smile, feeling happier than she's ever felt in her life. Life was sweet, and it would only get sweeter from here.
They could hardly wait.
The End.