Chapter 9:The Ceremony

The inside of the temple was just as decorated as the outside, if not more so. Statues lined a long walkway covered in deep purple carpet and it seemed as if all of the inhabitants of the planet were crowded into the massive shrine.

All heads turned as Bulma entered. Suddenly Torpae disappeared into the crowd and Bulma was left to navigate her way down the carpet alone.

Bulma began walking hesitantly, she wasn't sure of what to do. The passageway was a lot longer than she had at first thought...it seemed to stretch on forever. She couldn't see the end, nor did she see Vegeta's face anywhere in the crowd. 'I wonder where he is? Torpae said we'd meet here...so where the hell is he?' Bulma thought irritably. Her question was answered when a platform rose up into her vision. On it stood a very pissed off looking Vegeta next to Incoz and Doctor Ungo. He was wearing a navy blue tunic with blue spandex shorts. In addition to his tunic, he too was wearing an enormous ceremonial belt, and didn't seem too happy about it. Bulma approached the trio with renewed determination, she wanted to know if Vegeta knew any more than her. When she stopped, Dr. Ungo motioned for her to stand on the right side of Vegeta.

'Woman, what the hell are we doing here? And where did you get that hideous outfit?' Vegeta growled softly at Bulma.

Bulma wasn't fooled by his ugly words, his appraising stare told what his mouth couldn't...he thought she looked good. 'You look nice too, Vegeta. And I was hoping that you would know what's going on now. I have absolutely no idea. I hope it's not anything bad.' Bulma answered quietly.

'Knowing these sick bastards, I'm sure it is.' Vegeta grunted.

'My friends, my family, my people. I, Doctor Ungo, have before you the ones our prophets foresaw coming to save your grand race. They are the ones who will produce our deity, our god child!'

At Doctor Ungo's short introduction, loud cheers and heavy applause filled the huge room of the temple.

'Thank you, thank you. But I do not deserve your applause, they do! As most all of you already know, these two are of different species, but are foreseen to carry the necessary...ahem...materials to bestow upon us our protector. And we shall see that prophesy come to light! It will be!'

More applause and cheers.

'Again, I thank you. They have so graciously agreed to stay with us on our wonderful planet until the child is concei-'

'LIKE HELL WE DID! YOU KIDNAPPED US AND NOW REFUSE TO LET US GO UNTIL WE HAVE SEX AND GIVE YOU YOUR DAMNED BRAT!' Vegeta interrupted in a furious yell.

'Ahem...' the doctor lightly pushed away the microphone and turned to Incoz. 'Please explain to him the importance of this ceremony and ask that he remain silent, if he refuses...make him.' he said quietly, Incoz nodded in affirmation.

'Great Vegeta! Now you've done it!' Bulma hissed as Incoz made his way towards them, his purple mouth drawn tauntly and his eyes slanted.

'Humph. I couldn't care less. I was meerly speaking the truth!' Vegeta grunted, crossing his arms superiorly.

'Vegeta, Master Ungo has requested that you hold your tongue for the remainder of the ceremony, or I will be forced to inhabit your body.' Incoz declared before returning to stand next to Ungo.

'Talk about strict. I wonder what this whole ceremony thing is about anyway?' Bulma mused.

'It's all a load of Frieza crap. I could care less what they are saying. It is meaningless to me.' Vegeta growled.

'I just hope that we can go back to our room soon. I'm tired.' Bulma yawned.

'Weakling.'

'Asshole.'

'Baka.'

'Jerk.'

'Wench.'

'Bastard.'

'Woman.'

'Saiyan.'

'Bitch.'

'Kusotarre.'

'Witch.'

'Monkey. I wonder how much longer this will take?' Bulma pondered aloud.

'Who knows.' Vegeta replied.

'Maybe we should pay attention to what Ungo is saying?'

'Do as you wish.'

'...cktup wondg tsor sngoers dngictge ghiot sgur ptoe...' droned the Geneticist in the Yangh's native tongue.

'I can't understand a word, can you?' asked Bulma.

'No, I don't speak that baka language.'

'Figures. Did the Saiyans on your planet speak English?' she questioned.

'No. They spoke Saiya-lingo. It's easier than your language.'

'Really? Will you teach me?'

'If you wish, rancato meyj squelo inur gnes peh ywerri.'

'What does that mean?'

'It means, 'this stupid ceremony is boring me to death.''

'Wow, that sounded romantic, even if it was just a stupid, obvious statement!'

'Try it.'

'Ran...goti?'

'No, ra-nc-ato.'

'Okay, rancato...'

'Meyj...'

'Rancato meyj squelo inur gnes peh ywerri.'

'Incorrect pronunciation, but otherwise acceptable.'

'How do you say my name in Saiya-lingo?'

'Aengney.'

'Aengney? That's pretty.'

'Yes...' Vegeta whispered, gazing into Bulma's deep blue eyes.

'Vegeta? You okay? You look a little...faint.'

'I'm...fine.' he responded quietly, never tearing away from her eyes and leaning towards her.

As the doctor continued to speak to the crowd, Incoz looked back at the two behind him, and was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. He gently nudged the doctor and jerked his head towards the couple, Ungo followed his motion and was excited (scientifically, not sexually...just thought I should let you know) by the scene.