Gohan put on his mother's wedding dress and shuffled his way back into the kitchen. Goten took a bite of his sandwich, and with his mouth full of food said," You look pretty Gohan! Just like mom did in her wedding picture."
Gohan didn't need to look at the wedding photo to remember what his mother looked like. He spent a lot of time staring at that photo as a kid and had it burned into his memory. His mom had been a beautiful bride. Young, happy, and completely in love with his dad.
"What would Dad say if he saw me like this?" Gohan wondered, looking down at the ends of the wedding dress, which came to his knees. He was so tall. He doubted he could've fit into his dad's old white suit anyway.
"I don't know," Goten solemnly replied. He blinked at his sandwich. His appetite was lost.
Chichi walked out of her bedroom, dusting off an old polaroid camera she hadn't used in years. "Found it. Are you ready, Gohan, dear?"
Gohan scooped his little brother in his arms and perched him on his left shoulder. Goten giggled, and smiled into the camera with his brother. The camera flash blinded them, and they saw yellow and red dots afterwards.
"Aw, how cute," Chichi cooed, flicking her wrist as the photo developed." This one is going straight into the photo album."
"Mom!" Gohan groaned.
He spent the next hour posing in front of the camera.
His mom directed him to stand in front of the stove, because men want a wife that can cook.
She had him hold a pile of laundry, because men want a wife to do their laundry for them.
Finally, she had Gohan stand outside the house and told him to smile as wide as he can. Most importantly, men wanted a wife that was happy to do those things.
"Do you like being a housewife, mom?" Gohan asked. He couldn't think of anything more boring in the world, besides homework.
Chichi wistfully stared at the photo in her hands. "I wouldn't cook and clean for you boys if i didn't love you." She shrugged." Besides, somebody needs to do it." She crammed the photos into the envelope, along with Gohan's information. " I'll mail these first thing in the morning."
Gohan didn't want to spend another minute in his mom's wedding dress. He pulled it off his body and returned it back to Chichi's closet to collect more dust.
As he went to bed that night, he was certain nobody would pick him to be their bride. One, he was a man. Two, their were hundreds of beautiful real brides to choose from, some that actually looked good in a wedding dress. And three, his bride price was outrageously high.
What man would be lonely enough to pick him?
That answer came to his front door, holding a bouquet of roses and smelling of heavy cologne, four days later.
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Male Order Bride | DragonballZ Fanfiction
FanfictionBuried in debt, Gohan has no choice but to become a mail-order bride. He doesn't care who he will marry, just as long as they can pay his bride price, then one fateful day Hercule Satan summons all the brides to the mail-order bride headquarters whe...
