The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 52~ More Than Prince and Adviser

Year 775 ([Name]= 26, Vegeta= 44) [Kuriya= 6 months old, Trunks= 10, Gohan= 18, Goten= 9] Approx. Oct. 775

Our ploy, back in July, since we gave it a month, was to tell Bulma that we actually had a less than romantic choice and talk about it in bed. Which wasn't really a lie, since that was when we decided to come up with a brilliant lie. That wasn't really a lie— A half-truth, more of. But, the month we did get engaged, it was suddenly noisy.

Though it was her suggestion, Bulma was actually ecstatic. She was so happy. I wasn't entirely sure why. It didn't really affect her much. But, to her, it was so important, at least that was how she seemed to put off. I guess, she hadn't really expected us to make many changes to our relationship at all. Why?

Is it me or is it [Name] you were worried about?

Honestly, I would be more worried about [Name].

But, after my talk with Bulma in the garden those years ago, I made up my mind. And, my sacrifice and death with Buu was enough to seal the deal. I was sacrificing myself for her. And, I told myself, hell, if I made it back alive, I was going to make sure our relationship continued.

I don't fully understand the significance, but now we're getting married. Bulma said she wanted to talk with my mate about the planning. Honestly, I told her 'nothing big', and just dumped it on her to take care of. I have other important things to take care of, one small party is not important. It is easily the most expensive party any earthling will ever have. And, it isn't that important. All you need is a lawyer or minister, and two other people to corroborate, and boom, marriage.

Big parties aren't really my thing, honestly. Food, though— I'll take food. I like food a lot.

In July, it was decided that October would be when we had this party. It would be the best time— mostly because Gohan would be receiving a small break from school before the end of the semester in college, then so on. And, on top of that, it would free-up Yamcha, since he HAD to come, from that season of baseball. There would be no work for Kakarrot to do at home, and it was just perfect.

At least, according to Bulma.

[Name] insisted on learning yet another topic, so she sat in with my overly ecstatic landlord and friend, as they went through these Earth things called 'bridal magazines'. Mostly, because they were looking for something for me, apparently— they wouldn't tell me what it was, but I was told it was for me. They told me 'it has to be perfect'.

Mostly, and I quote, 'So it can get through your thick-headed skull'. Bulma wanted me to have a positive memory of an Earth tradition, that was so important to earthlings. She told me that I would understand when it happened.

I still don't understand fully.

I was given two options suit or tuxedo. And, I've spent the last thirty minutes staring between the two of them. To be honest, I was given no other options, there was no having my way with how I would dress. Honestly, I would just wear my battle suit, but even in royal and fancy occasions on my planet, that would still be an insult. So— I had to listen.

What's the point? What's the matter with this? I think I'll stick with the suit, since the tuxedo has too many pieces. What the fuck is a cummerbund? And, I hate bow-ties, so— I'll stick with the neck-tie. I actually know how to tie though, that is— after Bulma made me wear one on various occasions since I permanently moved in. It's been a weird nine years.

I was told that— Kuriya would be with his grandmother, Mrs. Briefs said she could handle him, piece-of-cake. She would be sitting, and out of the actual 'service', that's what I'm told it's called. I trusted her. I've watched this woman take everything, she is considerably bad-ass for a, nearly, seventy-eight-year-old woman. She's seen our bullshit since Kakarrot was a young child.