Future Trunks' Wedding

Elf Continent.

Vegeta was living a life of imperial luxury here. Gulnara swayed her peach-like hips as she entered the bedchamber, complaining, "Vegeta, when will you finally take me out of here?! I'm about to be driven mad by those elders every single day!"

"Not yet. Once everything is resolved, I will join forces with Mr. Popo to completely lift the shielding around you all!" Vegeta replied, resting his head on Bulmary's long, slender legs.

"Sigh. We can't just let our children be born and stay trapped here forever, can we?" Gulnara said, stroking her abdomen.

"Don't worry, the child's situation is easy to handle. This universe already contains a Legendary Super Saiyan bloodline; the masterminds won't be surprised by one more. I'll have Mr. Popo create a reasonable identity for them!" Vegeta said leisurely.

"Have you thought of names? Even though it's still early," Bulma asked.

"If it's a boy, let's call him Talk. If it's a girl, let's call her Benas!" Vegeta said.

Gulnara murmured the names twice and realized both contained a character from their own names. "That's alright. Though they aren't particularly imposing, they carry both our names! After all, they are the crystallization of our love!"

"Oh, how sour, so sour. Sister Nara, you have no shame left, not a trace of a queen's demeanor!" Bulma pouted.

"You're teasing me... let's see how I deal with you!" Gulnara pounced on Bulma and began tickling her.

"Haha, spare... me... haha, it's too ticklish, Sister Nara!" Bulma couldn't help but beg for mercy.

The two were already wearing pajamas, and as they wrestled and played, the scene became incredibly sultry.

Vegeta's half-closed eyes suddenly flared with light as he lunged forward, transforming into a hungry wolf.

It was another spectacular sight.

Three months later.

"Vegeta, I've practically become your errand boy. Can't you stay on Earth for a few more days? Your son from the future is here again; he couldn't find you at home, so he came to me!" Mr. Popo's voice suddenly rang in Vegeta's mind.

"Oh, Lord Popo, isn't that why you're there? Besides, you know that the Elf Continent is shielded by you and the Namekian Dragon, so standard methods can't reach me! I can only rely on you!" Vegeta flattered him.

"I'm coming back immediately."

Vegeta then used the Greater Space-Time Technique to instantly return to the Lookout.

"Father, you're back!" Future Trunks called out happily.

"What is it, Trunks? Has something happened in the future again?" Vegeta asked, puzzled.

"Mai and I are planning to hold our wedding, and we need you to officiate, so I came to find you and Mother!" Future Trunks said, looking blissful.

"Oh? You've rebuilt your home so quickly? It's only been three months. Did you slack off and use the Dragon Balls?" Vegeta asked coldly.

Hearing his father's icy tone, Future Trunks hurriedly replied, "No, no, Father! I listened to you and didn't abuse the Dragon Balls! Although the time was short, the number of humans resurrected was vast, and to thank us, they prioritized helping us rebuild West City, which is why it went so fast!"

Vegeta considered the massive number of resurrected people; three months wasn't actually that short.

"Hmph, I see. Have you set a specific date?" Vegeta asked.

"No, Father. I came this time to ask about your schedule before deciding," Future Trunks said.

"Fine, the sooner the better. Let's make it tomorrow! I'll go bring your mother back to prepare," Vegeta said.

He then teleported back to the Elf Continent and informed the three women of the situation. Bulma decided to go and take a look, but Gulnara, though she wanted to go, could not. She could only watch them disappear once more.

Returning to their home in West City, Future Trunks was also flying back. Bulma and Bulmary were busy in the estate, preparing wedding dresses, formal wear, and all the supplies that had been scarce since the reconstruction. They had people deliver everything they could think of to get ready.

Future Trunks returned to see his two mothers working busily and felt incredibly happy.

"Dad, you're amazing! The two moms actually get along so well!" Future Trunks teased.

Perhaps it was the courage his mothers gave him that made him cocky enough to dare tease Vegeta like that.

"Oh? Do you want to learn how? When we return to the future, I'll teach you. By the way, make sure Mai hears it too!" Vegeta said with a sinister tone.

"No, no... how could I compare to you? I have enough with just Mai!" Future Trunks waved his hands repeatedly in refusal.

Hearing Vegeta's words, cold sweat poured down his back as he imagined what would happen if Mai found out.

"Hmph, you brat, you can't even imagine the happiness of a father!" Vegeta scoffed coldly.

Once everything was ready, Vegeta took them and used the Greater Space-Time Technique to travel to the future timeline.

It was the first time Future Trunks and Bulma had been taken through time by someone else. Bulma didn't react much, as she was used to Instant Transmission, and this felt similar.

Future Trunks, however, was deeply shocked. He hadn't expected his father to possess the skill to travel through time; the longer he lived, the less he felt he understood this mysterious father of his.

When Bulmary returned and saw the rebuilt West City, she shed tears of joy. Seeing such a beautiful sight reminded her of the tragic scenes from the past.

Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged her, comforting her, "Why are you crying? Isn't this great? It will only get better from here."

"Yes, you're right... I'll stop crying. Trunks is getting married, why am I crying? I should be happy!" Bulmary wiped away her tears.

In the time that followed, everything went as imagined. A beautiful wedding, brilliant fireworks, and guests everywhere. The couple received countless blessings.

The first family established after the reconstruction seemed to symbolize a beautiful future.

Seeing such a wonderful scene, Future Trunks secretly vowed to protect this beautiful picture. Little did he know, many more enemies were headed toward his future.

After the wedding, Vegeta took the two women back to their own timeline.

He decided to begin new training. Although his current strength was enough to deal with the upcoming Androids and Cell, there were so many opponents later on that he truly couldn't just drown himself in romance.

If he kept going like this, he would be ruined.

After settling Bulma and Bulmary in, he took to the sky and flew toward Piccolo. It wasn't that he couldn't use the Greater Space-Time Technique, but he had used it too frequently lately, and Mr. Popo had warned him that the Angel race possessed at least a sliver of the power of rules. Even that sliver was stronger than his own! Safety first. It was better to be steady.

In the original plot, Whis possessed the ability to rewind time by three minutes! Although Vegeta's Greater Space-Time Technique also included this skill, it was limited to only one minute. Furthermore, when used against others, its effectiveness varied; after all, if the disparity in strength was too great, raw power could crush anything!

When Yamoshi fought his way to Zeno's Palace, there were no rules of power to speak of—only the berserk strength of a Saiyan, crushing every god in his path. Aside from the former and current Grand Priest, and Zeno himself... who could possibly defeat him?

Perhaps some might think Dragon God Zalama could, but the Dragon God also mastered the rules of power, making him no different from Zeno. In the original plot, when Super Shenron appeared, even Zeno respectfully stood up. This indicated that the Dragon God's strength was worthy of his respect, and that they were not far apart!

But I digress!

Vegeta found Piccolo, who was meditating in the mountains.

"What? Finally willing to leave those women of yours?" Piccolo teased.

"Tch. I came here to fight you," Vegeta said dismissively.

"Why not go find Son? My strength is far too behind yours!" Piccolo said, surprised.

"I don't want to fight that brainless idiot, and I don't intend to use my full power. I'll use my base form, and you go all out. After all, base combat power is the foundation—it's crucial! My transformations have hit a bottleneck again. I want to try increasing my base power to see if I can break through!" Vegeta explained.

"Tch... using me as a whetstone again, but I'm happy to oblige! Perhaps I can even give you a little surprise. Heh heh!" Piccolo said with a wicked grin.

"Oh? It seems you've got another trump card up your sleeve! Hurry up and show me!" Vegeta's battle-hardened body began to itch for a fight!