Chapter Thirty-One- 'Trepidation'

(Author's Note: Dragon Ball Super is owned by Akira Toriyama. The only things the author owns are the OCs and story.)

"There you are! Was getting ready to give up on ya!" Bulma greeted, waving as the quartet walked up the street.

Vegeta was less than enthused to be there, commenting on how he was missing vital training.

His wife merely rolled her eyes, exclaiming, "Well excuse for wanting to get your tux fitting out of the way."

Corsa rubbed her eyes, not feeling refreshed at all from her all too brief slumber on the destroyer's home world. Both Beerus and his attendant took notice, the goddess giving out a long yawn.

"Quit doing that," the god commanded, attempting to keep himself from joining in with little success.

"Those are….contagious, you know?"

The balancer narrowed her eyes at him, another yawn escaping her mouth as she said, "Wow, you act like I….can help it."

Her aunt chimed in, informing them that she had invited Chi Chi to join in on the wedding planning. The woman had assisted her son and daughter in-law with their nuptials, jumping at the chance to help plan another.

Corsa merely rolled her eyes at the news.

"Fine…"

Smiling triumphantly, the mortal scientist searched the streets for their last companion.

"Now where is that mother of yours?"

"Yo! Sorry I'm late!"

Tights jogged toward the group, panting when she finally arrived.

"My editor kept me longer than expected. So, what's up first?" she asked, her younger sister glancing over at her husband.

The sayain prince stood impatiently, arms crossed as his finger tapped away.

Groaning, Bulma replied, "Well I guess we should get the tux fitting out of the way before his highness over here burns a hole through his glove…"

Vegeta was motionless as the tailor took his measurements carefully, the human recalling the last time he had made any quick movements around the cantankerous sayain. Granted, the Briefs had been generous in their settlement when it came to renovating the front of his shop, but he didn't care to repeat that fiasco.

As they waited, Bulma inquired if Beerus was planning to wear a tuxedo, the god narrowing his eyes at the question.

"What I got on will be fine," the god replied, the scientist frowning at the comment.

"Seriously?"

Neither angel or balancer reacted to the question, sipping on their respective drinks with disinterest.

Scooting up to her niece, the mortal woman whispered, "Are you good with that?"

Perplexed, Corsa confirmed, "Yeah, should I not be?"

The mortal scientist scoffed, "Well I would think so! If you're going for the traditional Earth wedding."

"Personally, I'd be fine with eloping…" The goddess mumbled under her breath, the destroyer's ear twitching at the notion. He honestly would be fine with such an arrangement. Unfortunately, they had to come through with their promise to the Omni Kings, shuttering at the thought at what would happen if they didn't deliver.

"Well, come to think of it, there's more formal garb I could wear…" Beerus pondered aloud.

The angel perked up at the notion, confirming his lord's words.

"That's true. Granted, it's usually reserved for ceremonial events."

Bulma jumped at the opportunity, chiming in, "Great! That's something at least."

Pulling out a small notebook, Tights wrote as her sister inquired the god.

"What does it look like? Maybe we can find something for Corsa to go with it."

Beerus thought for a moment before replying, "Well, I believe it's white-"

Both women paused, looking uneasily at each other, perplexing the destroyer.

"WWhhhyyy are you doing that? What's wrong?"

It seemed as of late, everything the god offered was met with skepticism or outright criticism. To be honest, it was beginning to get on his nerves.

"Well…." Tights said, informing the deity that the bride was usually the one to wear white.

Corsa gave a scoff of her own, stating, "A bit disingenuous, don't you think? Wearing white."

Her mother gave a nervous laugh while the mortal scientist rolled her eyes at the comment.

"Oh for the love of- okay, then what color do you wanna wear?" she asked, knowing she would regret whatever answer came out of the young woman's mouth.

Giving a sly smile, Corsa replied, just as Vegeta was walking out of the back.

"Oh, I was thinking I'd borrow that bunny outfit of yours and jump out of a cake."

"Walked into the wrong part of that," the sayain prince commented, giving his wife a look before striding past.

Bulma shook the blush from her face, narrowing her eyes as she muttered, "You little-think you're being funny."

"I know I am." The goddess said, smirking whilst downing the last of her tea.

The god let out a long, exasperated sigh, done with the arguing.

"Fine, so we'll both wear frickin' white. What's next?"

The entry bell jostled about as a woman wearing a Chinese-style dress entered the shop.

"Hey, you made it! Thanks for making time." Bulma said, Chi Chi waving a hand.

"Not a problem at all. I just finished making the arrangements."

The statement perplexed the deities, their attendant curious as to what she was referring when they were all ushered out.

Walking down the street, Corsa picked up the distinctive aroma of their next destination.

"Now this is more like it…"

Unmistakable notes of vanilla and chocolate met their noses as soon as they crossed the bakery's threshold. Displays were filled to the brim with various cupcakes. A woman stood behind the counter, swiftly wiping away a trace of flour from her face as she approached the group.

"Good afternoon, folks. Welcome to Cinnamon Row," the bubbly brunette offered, giving a light hearted smile when eyeing the young goddess.

"I assume this our bride-to-be?"

"Uh, yes. Hello," Corsa said, worry growing in her as she noticed where the shopkeeper's gaze was going.

"So this must make you the lucky groom then!" she stated enthusiastically, smiling up at the tall angelic being. Mortals members of the group looked nervously away, knowing how the cantankerous god in their midst might take the mistake.

Wide eyed, the attendant silently motioned towards Beerus, the baker doing a double take in surprise.

"Seriously?" she asked, the deity's rage growing as his intended stifled a laugh.

"Yes, seriously!" he bellowed, a violet haze swelling around him. It was annoying when people constantly mistook Whis for the god of destruction, but to confuse him as the groom? He would not tolerate this injustice.

Taking a step forward, Corsa grabbed his arm, holding him close to her as she said, "Yup, the one and only! Well, for me, anyway."

The young woman's bold voice and nervous smile obviously took the woman aback, not aware of the precarious situation she was currently in.

"Oh, well, alright then. Miss Chi Chi came by earlier. Let's go back to the tasting room."

A vast array of cakes were awaiting them as the group funneled back, the sight delighting the divine beings.

"Oh my word!" Whis exclaimed, mouth watering at the delicious morsels just waiting to be sampled.

"Well? What do you think?" Tights asked.

Finishing off the last sample, Corsa pondered for a moment, finally concluding, "I like them all."

"Uh, honey, you tried over thirty."

"And…."

Sighing, Bulma bowed her head, knowing there was no way out of it.

"Fine, we'll take them all then…"

The balancer beamed, feeling like a million zeni now that her stomach was full. Her intended was equally jubilant, grinning from ear to ear at the woman's insistence. The confections they had just tried were some of the best he had ever tasted, satisfied at the choice to have the wedding on Earth was reaffirmed.

Conversation flowed for some time, using the private room to solidify the rest of the venues and plans. The divine trio had limited time to be on the planet, and the group needed to make the most of it.

After the final details were set in place, the goddess took a satisfactory sip of her drink, feeling something amiss as she glanced across the table.

All three women were smiling keenly at her as Corsa cautiously set her cup down. She suddenly had the distinct impression that a quick escape would soon be warranted.

"Well, this was fun, but we should get going…"

"Oh no you don't. There's still one more thing to take care of." Tights stated, her daughter knowing full well to what she was referring.

"Please don't." The young woman pleaded.

"C'mon. It'll be fun." Bulma assured, taking the goddess by the arm.

"Fun for all of you." She countered, eyes narrowed as Chi Chi locked her arm around her free limb.

"Don't be such a downer! Now. Come. ON!"

Both women attempted to pull the deity away, Corsa digging her feet into the ground.

"I'd rather die!"

"Now honey, no need to be dramatic."

"Hm? What's going on here?"

The group of women slowly looked over to the divine pair, met with inquisitive looks.

Dragging them behind her, Corsa stumbled as she was pulled back, furiously grabbing Beerus by the collar.

"What the?! Let go!"

Clambering up, the balancer glared at him, desperation apparent on her face.

"If you love me at all, you'll stop this from-"

"Oh, look at the time," the destroyer stated, yanking her hands off him as the horde dragged her away.

"Have fun ladies!" Whis called out, the pair giving them a wave farewell.

"YOU'RE BOTH DEAD TO ME!" she hollered back, murder drenching her words.

"You think she'll be alright?" the attendant asked, Beerus waving off the concern.

"Come on, how bad could it be?"

"I hate you all."

"Oh come on, Corsa! You look divine!" Chi Chi called out, clinking champagne glasses with Bulma.

"How puny of you…." She grumbled, staring a hole into the ground in hopes to hide her reddening face.

"Be honest honey. What do think?" Tights inquired, the balancer inclined to humor her.

Turning around, Corsa glared at the mirror, unimpressed by what she saw. The women had taken it upon themselves to take her to a wedding dress shop down the street from the bakery. They had shoved the goddess into the changing room, throwing the first dress they found in with her. Before she knew it, piles of dresses were waiting for her outside. The getup she currently found herself in was the eighth she had tried on.

The ensemble left her feeling itchy, the stitching assaulting her pale skin. The bodice constrained her ribcage, making it difficult for her to breath. The ballgown silhouette was full beyond belief, her torso looking an awkward centerpiece of a robust cake.

"I think I look like a damned pastry." She said, the comment warranting a snicker from her aunt.

"That's okay, just means more dresses to try!" Bulma rang out gleefully.

"Let this torture end." She pleaded.

Waving a finger, Chi Chi replied, "As soon as you find something you like."

Grumbling, Corsa stomped past the party, the walls shaking as the door of the fitting room slammed firmly shut.

Tights let a smile slip, her sister refilling her glass. The goddess' mother had noticed something everyone seemed to miss; the light shaking in her daughter's hands. She remembered how nervous she had been when it came time to try on dresses. It made everything that was happening more real, more concrete. The writer rested her head on the back of the couch, taking in all the merriment, confident her child would warm up to it in time.

"They've been gone for some time," Beerus stated, traversing through the city with his attendant in tow.

"What's taking so long?"

"From what I've gathered, Earthling women have a tradition of putting the bride in a variety of garments in hopes of finding 'the dress' as they call it. When they finally find it, they celebrate by becoming inebriated while a bell is rung. Quite an intriguing ritual. Oh, I wish I could partake in it. Alas, I was informed that males are rarely ever allowed to join in." Whis lamented, genuinely disappointed in being left out.

"Sounds incredibly sadistic if you ask me," the god stated, attempting to navigate through the various intersections.

"Hm? How so?" his attendant asked, Beerus sighing at the question.

"Kidnapping a woman just so they can find amusement."

"The bride is usually far more willing than your intended," he countered, the angel relenting, "but you're right, it's probably time to go save our damsel in distress."

The shop's bell chimed as the pair entered, Tights eyeing them as she waved them over.

"Oh, groom's here. Party's over."

"Don't stop the torment on my behalf. We were just curious to see what all the fuss is about."

Chi Chi bolted upright, placing herself between him and the dressing room as she waved her hands furiously.

"It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding!"

Beerus gave the flattest expression he could muster.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Stand aside."

Just as he reached out, the door slowly drew open the goddess dragging her feet as she gave her audience a mournful twirl before muttering, "What the hell did I do to deserve this?"

The goddess bumped into something hard as she attempted to return to the dressing room, her eyes becoming wide as she realized whom it was.

"B-Beerus! What are you doing here?!"

"Decided to amuse myself in your misery." He prodded, giving the hostage a sly smile.

"Oh, you're the worst."

"But seriously," he said, placing a hand on her hip as he dipped her backward, "I don't understand what you're so upset about. You look-"

"Asinine." She flatly stated, the destroyer narrowing his eyes.

"I was gonna say 'beautiful,' but fine."

A blush betrayed her as he brought them back up.

"You, you think so, huh?" She asked, regaining her composure.

"Stars dim in shame." He said, the group of women 'awing' at his confession.

The balancer grew red with embarrassment, then with annoyance as she spotted a mocking grin flit across his features. Then, something else. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"I….gotta use the bathroom," she said, rushing out of his arms, leaving the god perplexed.

"Oh, wow." Bulma sighed, slapping a hand over her face.

"That was almost a sweet moment."

All Tights did was giggle, proclaiming, "That's my Corsa. Awkward as ever. Honestly, don't know how that kid ever struck a home run. With a god, no less."

"Sis!"

"What? Am I wrong?"

Slipping past the commotion, the angel entered the bathroom, feeling that the goddess was simply embarrassed and wished to run away.

"Milady?"

Hearing something odd, he turned the corner to find the balancer retching into a toilet.

"Oh. Not what I expected…" he trailed off, reaching out to pull a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Feeling better?"

Leaning against the wall, the seated woman breathed deeply, thankful the nausea was subsiding.

"I'm fine. Just, must have been something in the cake."

Accepting the excuse, the attendant confirmed, "Well, you did have plenty of it. Come now, up we go…"

As the angel pulled her up by the arm, he paused, sensing something amiss.

"Hold on," he said, summoning his staff.

"Whis?" she asked, concern marking her features as he gazed at the illuminated orb.

Realization came over him.

"Oh, nothing. Just, I didn't think it was possible."

"What? That a god can get food poisoning?" She jested, a wave of nausea hitting her once more.

"My dear, you're not sick." The attendant affirmed, a warm smile gracing his features.

"You're expecting."

The angel watched as her face went green, holding a hand to her stomach.

"Ugh, here it comes again…"

Rushing back to the toilet, Corsa went through another round of vomiting. And another…

Author's Note:

How's that for a reveal!

Looks like the pair are getting more than they bargained for!

I had had this idea for a looooonnnnnggggg time.

Quick shout out to the one who had guessed in the comments.

Good job!

Anyway, what implications will this have in the realm of the gods?

And what will Beerus think when he hears the news?

Stay tuned!

As always, reviews are encouraged and appreciated.