Disclaimer: Some guy named Akira Toriyama stole it from me┘ -tries to look convincing- ;-P

Important Author's Note: Hey, everyone! I know you've all been waiting patiently for this, and I'm terribly sorry for the wait. This prologue picks up about two and a half years after the end of "You Stole the Rain" I hope you enjoy!! ;-P

Driven by Love Prologue

(Philadelphia)

Krillin squinted as he tried to make out the tiny writing on the blueprint with his bloodshot eyes, but for the life of him, he couldn't seem to read it. Sighing, he tossed the pencil down on the table angrily and sat back in his leather chair. He glanced at the clock and his heart skipped a beat. He frantically began gathering all his papers and shoving them into his briefcase.

"Ah, man," he grumbled. Marron was going to kill him if he was late. He grabbed his jacket on his way to the door and waved a quick goodbye to his secretary.

"Oh, Sir! Wait a sec," the older woman called out to him as he continuously jabbed the elevator button. "Sir?"

"I'm running late, Melinda. Can it wait until tomorrow?" He begged just as the doors opened.

"I know you're late, but your wife called thirty minutes ago. She told me not to disturb you."

Krillin kept his hand over the elevator door to keep it open, a frown etching his face. "What'd she say?"

⌠She told me not to bother you, but to tell you when you were done for the evening to just meet her at the community center."

"Thanks," he told her. "You know, it's late. You didn't have to wait for me to finish up."

She smiled kindly at him. "I know, but how else would you know not to run home in a panic only to find an empty house?"

Krillin laughed. "This is true. Remind me to see about getting you a raise," he joked.

"That'll be the day." She pointed to the clock. "You'd best get moving. Take it from me," she started. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman wait."

"You keep it up, and I'm naming the kid after you," he told her, stepping onto the lift and hitting the lobby button.

She laughed. "Have fun!"

(New York City)

The crowd was freaking out, and Bulma couldn't help but smile proudly from where she watched backstage. One by one, the band members walked past her, and they gave her high-fives as they rushed over to a table in the corner to get some drinks. Vegeta was second to last off stage, and he gave her a smirk and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. In the background, the crowd was chanting 'one more song', but Vegeta ignored it. He was far too busy greeting his girlfriend to care about the crowd. He pulled away from her reluctantly when one of his friends tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?"

"We're going out for another song. You with us?"

Vegeta glanced back into Bulma's sapphire eyes. "No."

"Vegeta, you can go back out there," Bulma insisted, though she was extremely flattered by his desire to leave with her. They hadn't seen each other in a week. It was the longest period of time they'd spent apart in two and a half years.

He shook his head. "No. I'm leaving with you right now." He turned back to his friend. "I'll give you a call tomorrow night."

"Not a prob, man." They clapped each other on the back. "Take care. Good seeing you, B!"

Bulma smiled. "Bye, Jake!" She glanced into Vegeta's eyes and grinned. "You ready to go?"

Vegeta eyed her suspiciously. "Depends on where we're going? It'd better be a private suite where I don't have to deal with our crazy housemates," he said, pulling her close for another kiss.

Laughing, Bulma gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slipped away from him. "I guess you'll just have to trust me, Mr. Ouji."

"Ugh! Don't call me that. It makes me feel like my father's in the room."

"Come on!"

(Venice, Italy)

Arthos took the ring from the priest and slipped it slowly onto Akira's finger while repeating his vows in front of their immediate families. The woman in front of him smiled brilliantly up into his eyes, and he wiped a stray tear from her beautiful face. Faintly, he heard Jarec, in his usual, impatient tone, ask what everyone was waiting for, and the priest cleared his throat. Arthos looked up at him, confused. The elderly man smiled back.

"Are you going to kiss your wife?" He asked in a thick Italian accent.

Akira tried not to laugh out loud at the startled look on her now-husband's face. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, kissing him gently. Everyone clapped, and Arthos pulled her closer. They stepped down away from the alter, and Akira leaned against him.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow afternoon?" She whispered.

He frowned and tightened his hold on her tiny waist. "I don't want to, but the new movie starts soon."

"I know," she replied sadly. "I just wish we could have some kind of a honeymoon."

"We agreed," he reminded her. "To keep this a secret. Are you still sure about that?"

Akira glanced up at the cathedral ceiling for a moment before returning her gaze to his and nodding. "I'm sure. I don't want our lives on the cover of every magazine, and we both know this would definitely put us there."

"You know I'm behind any decision you make." He kissed her, and they continued down to where their family waited. "I love you."

The smile instantly returned to her face. "I love you, too."

(New York)

Vegeta smirked. "I was joking about the private suite, but okay!"

Bulma lead him toward the elevator by the hand and the man inside asked her what floor. "Top floor," she answered politely.

He nodded to her and closed the doors. :Penthouse suite. You'll love it," he told them.

"Thanks," Bulma said.

Vegeta eyed his girlfriend for the tenth time since they left CBGB's. "Okay," he started. "Spill it. What's going on?"

"Vegeta Ouji, there is nothing going on," she insisted. "I'm shocked that you would think for a second that I'd have something up my sleeve."

"What is it?"

The elevator dinged loudly, and the doorman opened the door to the penthouse. Bulma pulled Vegeta into the dark room just as the lights flicked on. Everyone popped up from their hiding spots and yelled 'surprise' at the top of their lungs. Vegeta shook the shocked look from his face quickly and glared at Bulma.

"You're going to pay for this," he told her.

His father walked over and smirked at him. "The girl did well. You were completely taken by surprise."

Vegeta looked around. All of his family was here, and even Bulma's, plus their friends. "Didn't anyone have anything better to do?" They all laughed at his question.

His mother walked over to him and hugged him tightly, kissing both his cheeks. "Happy Birthday, darling."

He returned her hug and gave her a rare smile. "Thank you, mother," he whispered in her ear before pulling away.

His father clapped him on the back and pulled him away from the group so they could speak privately. "Though I'm not sure you deserve it," he joked, slipping his arm around Vegeta's shoulders and digging into his pocket with the other hand. He pulled out a set of keys. "These are for you."

Vegeta accepted the keys. "What are they to? You just got me a new car for Christmas."

"I'm quite aware what you have up your sleeve, brat, so I got you a townhouse in the village. It will be more private for the two of you, away from your friends."

"How did you know?"

His father chuckled. "Your grandfather told me you asked for money from one of your trust funds."

Vegeta sighed, walking out onto the balcony with his father in tow. "I went to him so mother wouldn't find out. She means well, but she can't keep her mouth shut when it comes to things like this."

"She adores Bulma. They enjoyed themselves in Milan."

"So I've heard."

(Change scene, Houston, Texas)

Mel shifted onto her side and smiled as Yamcha walked across the room to their bed. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it off to the side as he pulled back the covers on his usual side.

"Another late night?" She asked him, an amused smile on her face.

Yamcha sighed. "Yeah," he admitted quietly.

Mel snuggled up to his side and placed her hand on his bare chest. "Your friend Hunter called. I didn't make it to the phone in time, and he didn't leave a message."

"Oh?" Yamcha carefully slipped out of her embrace and got up to go to the bathroom. "Um, I'll have to give him a call back tomorrow."

"Are you okay?" His fiance asked, a worried look crossing her face.

"Sure," he called out distractedly. "I just need something to take this headache away."

(end)

There you have it finally... it's basically to catch you up on a few tihngs that happen in-between the two stories.

PANDORA ;-)