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With his masculine fingers roughly fiddling with the buttons upon his white tux, Vegeta grunted, his brow creasing as he continued to fiddle with the uneven tux's buttons. With a swift pause he heard the door creak open, small shoes clicking along the marble floor and the gentle swish of the fabric that person wore. Vegeta would know as to whom entered the room; he could tell who it was from a mile away. Those soft steps, the mere wisp of her breath and of course the light chuckle as two pale, slender hands gripped at his. He would only have to glance up and see that gorgeous aqua hair and those bright blue, crystalline eyes to verify that it