In Your Dreams

Chapter 61

In Your Dreams: Chapter 61

'You want me to do what now?''

Piccolo stared at Vegeta as if he'd grown a second head. The Namekian had been minding his own business, silently and peacefully meditating in his favorite secluded spot nestled within a forest somewhere in South America, when Vegeta had shown up rather unexpectedly. Piccolo hadn't known what to expect from the man, who had refused to meet his gaze and had only stood there awkwardly for the first several minutes after his arrival, but based on the question that had tumbled from the prince's mouth in a jumble of barely recognizable words, he'd been right to feel the dread that had slithered down his spine.

Vegeta growled low in his throat and shifted, clearly agitated that he'd have to repeat himself again. It'd been hard enough to ask the first time, and if Piccolo wasn't careful, he was going to rip off his giant ears and shout directly into them to make sure he was heard and understood.

''I want you to perform the ceremony, green bean!''

Again, Piccolo could only stare down at the shorter man in shock. He was sure his jaw was hanging open because a fly managed to zip into his gaping mouth and have a look around before continuing on his merry way. That was kinda gross, but it wasn't his main concern at the moment. No. His main concern was that Vegeta was serious.

Green lips moved soundlessly for several beats before he managed to find his voice again.

''You want me to marry you two?''

Vegeta, if possible, scowled ever more deeply at the Namekian, and his teeth were clenched together so tightly it was a wonder his jaw hadn't fractured yet. Piccolo received no verbal response, but the venomous expression was enough to confirm the prince's words.

''Vegeta, I would have no idea what I was doing. And I'm not qualified for that!''

His response seemed to ease some of the tension from Vegeta's body, and the Saiyajin's hard scowl melted into a less scary smirk.

''All you'll have to do is read what I've already prepared......You can read, can't you?''

''Of course I can read!''

''Just checking.'' More amusement filtered through Vegeta's suddenly dancing eyes, and he continued on. ''As for being qualified... You're part Kami! How much more qualified can you get?''

''Have Dende do it then.''

''It would mean more to Kakarotto if YOU did it.''

That brought Piccolo up short, and any argument he may have had became lodged in his throat. The very idea of playing 'priest' at a Saiyajin's wedding made him want to shiver, and seeing as how he was not effected by the cold, that was saying something. Speaking of a priest though...

Just as the Namekian's mouth was opening to make his latest suggestion, Vegeta cut him off, clearly having already predicted what he was about to say.

''We can't have an ordinary human do the job, for obvious reasons.''

Piccolo's mouth snapped closed. Of course the other man was right. But still...

''Isn't there anyone else?''

Vegeta's eyebrow arched at the question, and he folded his arms over his chest and swished his tail along the forest floor, kicking up some fallen leaves in the breeze the movement created.

''There's Roshi. However, I didn't think you'd be so cruel as to allow Kakarotto to suffer through THAT.''

That wasn't fair. That really wasn't fair. The little bastard hadn't come here to ask him to do this as a favor at all... he'd come to TELL him. He'd already been locked in! Bastard! The short little bastard!