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The Brides_Chapter 4

The bus was filled with women of different races and ages. From what Gohan saw, the youngest girl looked to be thirteen, maybe twelve, and she was sitting quietly beside her grandmother in the seat across from theirs. Unlike the other women, she didn't narrow her eyes or curl her lip in a snarl. Of course not. The girl's ignorance was evident on her face. She didn't know that Hercule Satan was the jackpot of all potential suitors, nor did she acknowledge Gohan as her rival.

"Do you want one?" The girl asked, scooting to the edge of the seat and holding out a small box of candy. Her mother pulled her close and hurriedly draped a sheer red cloth over the girl's head. The cloth was so long that it covered her entire body.

'Wrapped like a present,' Gohan thought bitterly, glancing at the wedding dress in his mother's lap.

The girl let out a defeated sigh. She didn't move or look in Gohan's direction, and the glare her mother shot at Gohan told him to do the same. They were rivals, after all.

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At headquarters, the brides were instructed to fill one giant room.

Some of the prettier ladies got to stand on pedestals so Hercule would not overlook them when he arrived. Gohan was not one of those lucky ladies, and he quickly grew uncomfortable with the bride he was facing off. She couldn't stop laughing at the sight of him in a wedding dress while his mom fussed with his bouquet.

"Can we forget about my education and go home?" Gohan hissed." I'm the only man here. Mr. Satan isn't going to pick me."

"You're not the only man," Goten said, jumping out from under another bride's long wedding dress. Maybe it was because he was an innocent little boy, but none of them screamed or called him a pervert. Most likely, they were afraid of Chichi.

"What did I tell you about personal space?" Chichi scolded. She snared Goten's wrist and pulled him forward, delivering two stinging hits to his bottom." How would you like it if I pulled down your pants and showed everyone your underwear since you can't stop peeking at theirs?"

Tears welled up in Goten's eyes, and he sniffed." No. I'll be good. I'm sorry."

Sweat beaded down Gohan's forehead. Chichi hadn't heard him, and he wasn't going to bring up the option of them leaving again.

"Mr. Satan will be here in five minutes!" The manager yelled, clapping his hands to hurry everyone along. Some brides were still applying makeup or putting on their gowns. For Gohan, he was getting a pep talk.

"Remember not to slouch," Chichi said, waving her finger in the air.

Gohan pulled back his shoulders and stood tall." Right."

"Hold your bouquet near your chest. It looks nicer."

Gohan noticed he was strangling his boquet with his left hand and it was pointed to the floor. He swung his bouquet up to his chest, let out a breath to relax, and nodded." Okay, got it."

"If Mr. Satan looks you in the face, don't glare at him! Blink twice, smile, and shyly turn your head to the side like this."

"MOM!" Gohan pleaded. He couldn't take much more. He just wanted Mr. Satan to come and choose a bride, so he could go home and study. Yeah, he actually wanted to study for once in his life. "Mr. Satan will be here soon. You and Goten should go stand by the wall over there."

"Alright," She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist as she hugged him. Goten stood sandwiched between them, hugging Gohan's leg.

"It's okay. Everything's going to work out somehow,"Gohan whispered into his mother' s hair. ' I'll think of something.'

Footsteps and loud, flamboyant laughter could be heard from the hall. The reality that one of them was destined to become the Mr. Satan's bride hit everyone all at once.

Mr. Satan swung the door open and walked into the room, and Gohan listened as the brides sucked in a deep breath. . . and held it.