Bulma stood at the foot of the aisle, alone with nobody but Vegeta there.  She was wearing her wedding dress, and she and Vegeta were standing hand in hand.  She knew that this was her wedding, but where was the audience?  Where was #18?  And Krillen?  And where were all of her bridesmaids and pageboys?  Suddenly, bells chimed in the background.  As Bulma and Vegeta looked around, the bells slowly changed into an electronic buzzing.

Bulma woke with a start and looked around her sleepily.  It was ten months since she had first suggested that she and Vegeta got married, but the time had flown by.  Now, the morning of the wedding had dawned.  She stood up, and slammed her hand down onto her alarm clock to switch it off as she walked to the bathroom.  This was her wedding day and she did not want it to be ruined by a torturing headache caused by an alarm clock.

*   *   *   *   *

Two and a half hours later, after a long, cold shower, Bulma stood looking at herself in the mirror, nervously smoothing down her dress.  #18 stood next to her doing exactly the same thing.  The hairdressers had already seen them, and now they were ready for the wedding itself.

"Are you nervous?"  Bulma asked #18 after a while in an attempt to break the nerve-wracking silence.

"Yes."  #18 said quickly, before looking up at Bulma.  "I've done a lot of things.  Flown around, destroyed people, fought in life threatening fights, been absorbed by super powerful biological androids.  But nothing, absolutely nothing, has ever made me nervous.  I suppose I might have got nervous sometimes before I got turned into an android, but this is the only thing to really scare me since."

"I know what you mean."  Bulma said, nodding.  "I mean, I haven't done any of that stuff before.  I have done life-threatening things, like go off to planets where there's a crazy Saiya-jin prince who'd willingly kill us all.  I'll just mention I'm about to marry that crazy Saiya-jin prince.  But above all of that, this is scaring me the most."

#18 nodded, and they were both called to go down to the ceremony.

*   *   *   *   *

Krillen stood next to the alter, nervously looking around him.  On his right stood Yamcha, who was his best man for the wedding, and next to Yamcha stood Vegeta with Trunks, who was his best man, standing next to him.  As Krillen watched Vegeta, he was surprised to see him looking nervous.  He was even rehearsing his vows in his head.  Krillen chuckled to himself, and the music started.

Bulma stepped onto the aisle, arm in arm with her father.  Sakura followed her, holding Sayoke's hand to help her walk down the aisle.  Both of them were wearing identical bridesmaids' dresses.  The dresses were lilac, made of silk with long, flowing skirts.  They were sleeveless dresses, and they both carried a bouquet of purple and white flowers.
Behind Sakura and Sayoke were the pageboys, Trunks and Goten.  They both wore identical black suits.

After Bulma's procession walked into the hall, #18 followed, her arm linked with Ox King's.  Her bridesmaid, ChiChi, followed with Keiichi and Gohan following her.

The two brides and their processions reached the alter and stood next to their grooms.  Bulma was wearing a pure white dress, also made of silk, with long, elegant skirts.  The dress had off-the-shoulder straps around an inch wide, and the top half of the dress was studded with small pearls and diamonds.

#18 wore a similar dress.  Her dress, however, had spaghetti strap sleeves with small strings of tiny beaded pearls hanging down onto her shoulders.  Both brides wore a long, white veil covering their face, held on by a small diamond tiara in their hair.

The two couples said their vows, and the wedding went ahead without error.  Before any of the newly-weds knew how much time had gone by, they were walking through the doors at the end of the hall, all wed at last.

*   *   *   *   *

Krillen stood next to #18 during the reception, his top hat slightly lopsided as he talked about the wedding.  "A word of advice."  He said to Yamcha.  "If you ever get married, make sure a rich person helps you to organise it!  It makes an amazing wedding!"  Everybody laughed.  At the other end of the reception hall, Vegeta and Bulma sat at the table, watching everybody celebrating the wedding.

"Well," Bulma said calmly to Vegeta, leaning her head on his shoulder.  "We did it.  We really got married."

"Yeah," Vegeta said.  "We did."

"Do you really love me, Vegeta?"  Bulma asked, still looking at her guests as she rested her tired head on her husband's shoulder.

Vegeta smiled and looked down at her.  "Of course I do."