Vegeta beat the shit out of Kakarot when he appeared the morning after Piccolo's wedding ready to go back to training on Beerus's planet. Perhaps he would have surpassed the clown long ago if he'd tried to get between Vegeta and the woman.
"Jeez, 'Geta, why not? I want to get back to training! It was bad enough to have to do three parties in a row, don't make me hang around another couple days!"
"I told you a week and if you show up again before Wednesday, I will turn into a destroyer god and annihilate you and your family."
"But why? The wedding is over!"
"I want to spend some time with my wife!"
Kakarot looked skeptical. "Fine! I'll go see if Piccolo wants to train!"
"Kakarot, you fucking moron, he's on his honeymoon! You may not go ask him to train."
"What's with everyone slacking?"
The woman staggered out onto the balcony. "Goku? Go home. Leave everyone alone. No one is slacking. Who could beat either of you two anyway now that Beerus is on your side?"
The flippant statement made Vegeta uneasy. In general, he agreed with Kakarot's belief that they both had to continue growing stronger, but a week with his mate wouldn't hinder that in any meaningful way. Even if he and Kakarot were to spend a week mostly murdering each other and taking senzu beans.
"You just never know, Bulma! No one thought we had to worry after Vegeta, or Frieza, or Buu! Then Beerus came along!"
"Fine, yes, you two can go train in a couple days. But go away for now, Goku."
Kakarot skulked away. They decided to get coffee, though along the way, Vegeta tipped his head off to the side. "Woman…Is Goten here?"
"Gods, Vegeta, is he ever not here? I don't know, they were on their own after they left the wedding last night. Why?"
Vegeta could sense his son and Goten. And if he wasn't mistaken they were up to mischief which would require a talk later. But there was something else. His brain itched. Like his ability to sense chi was drunk. Yet he hadn't had enough to drink the night before for it to linger.
"Why, Vegeta?" she pressed him.
"I feel…strange. It shouldn't…Oh. Oh shit. I think we better get dressed and go outside."
He bolted back to the bedroom and put on his battle suit and armor. Before he even finished tugging on his gloves, Kakarot had returned. "This is your fault, Vegeta! You might as well have called some tough enemy to get us while you were busy with Bulma!"
"There is no point in saving the world if I can't spend the saved time with her!"
Before Kakarot could say anything in response, the time machine landed. Future Trunks stepped out, looking haggard and worn down. Vegeta wondered how old he was now. Was this even the same Trunks that had appeared all those years ago?
It was. And it was terrible news that he brought. A malicious god had created a Kakarot doppelgänger to end all mortals. It made no sense, but his almost son needed their help. His almost mate was dead. The future's Bulma—already left alone in a post-android apocalypse—died to send Trunks back to them, to save their son in the present. Vegeta wondered if his future self had learned anything in that other timeline before dying and leaving his mate to fend for herself and their son.
All Vegeta could think as Goku Black beat him and Kakarot to a pulp was that he had potentially impregnated his mate only to be killed before he even knew if she would bring another perfect demi-Saiyan into the world. Maybe he hadn't learned a fucking thing, but he had had a few more years with her than his other self. Had the woman been anyone other than Bulma Briefs, he would have been scared for her, worried about how she would manage if he were killed. But she was the woman. She would be fine. She had Trunks and Goten and Piccolo and Seventeen and Gohan to help her, but even without them, she would make it work. There was Panchy too. If her liver could process gallons of high-proof liquor on a regular basis, she could handle anything.
Mostly, as the fight looked more and more dire, Vegeta felt a shattering sadness that he hadn't had more time. He knew that no matter when he or the woman moved on from this world, it would never be enough time. But he wanted every second she would give him. He loved that it was enough to know she was in the world, though. He could train with the clown and feel whole because she was his. Because she loved him. He could die feeling less like a villain, even if he was headed straight to hell, and she taught him everything that had pulled him out of that wretchedness.
But his almost son rallied and saved them. Saved everyone. Everything. And Vegeta's pride swelled back to pre-Namek proportions. His boy in another life with the woman as his only parent had turned into a fierce, brave young man with a good heart and a brilliant mind. Vegeta only hoped his presence in his real son's life didn't fuck things up.
When Vegeta staggered back into the past, where his future stood waiting in a lab coat, she raced over and embraced him. Tears streamed down her face as he took a deep breath and shoved her away. He had been gone a week or two, he thought. He sniffed again and stared wide-eyed. "My mate?"
She smiled through her tears and nodded. "Fuck you're fertile, Vegeta. Gods. It's lucky I was careful after that first time. I'm so relieved you're okay."
"I'm better than that, here with you and our baby in the works." Vegeta spread his hand on her belly. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. "I'm never leaving again, woman."
She shook her head, swiped at her tears, and said, "No. You and Goku can go train. Be back before the baby is born. If this could happen, who knows what else might come along. Go learn all that Whis can teach you. I got some really good snacks to send with you."
He scooped her up in his arms. "I'm not leaving without a proper goodbye."
In the blissful quiet and cool and present of their bedroom, he had never felt safer than he felt in her arms. She was his shelter. He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck. "Gods, you smell fucking amazing pregnant. I'd almost forgotten. I love you, Bulma. You're my everything."
"I love you too, Vegeta. I'm so relieved you're safe. Now let's celebrate your super-Saiyan sperm, huh?" she grinned into a kiss and wriggled out of her lab coat.
He shredded the rest of her clothes as she peeled him out of his armor and battle suit. She trailed calloused, beautiful fingers along scars all over his torso before sucking hard on his mating mark. "You're mine, my mate. My sexy fucking husband." She nipped him a little, one of his many weaknesses with her. The best sort of weakness.
But turnabout was always fair play and he licked and suckled on her mark too, making her arch to brush herself against his chest. He kissed down onto her lush, soft breasts and swirled his tongue around first one nipple, then the other. She moaned beautifully beneath him and he cupped her other tit in his hand to keep that nipple hard too. He rolled his abs against her clit and felt the slick of her arousal smear on his belly.
He licked his way down her sternum and kissed her navel before pushing his tongue between her lips and tasting her. He missed her. He missed being here, worshipping her between her silky thighs. He used his fingers to open her up more and sucked her clit until she twitched, seething toward him and lurching away as she got close. He pulled out and murmured, "Come on my face, Bulma, my queen."
She screamed and tugged at his hair as her legs clenched tight on his skull. Her cries were muffled as his ears squashed against his head. He smiled and licked her lightly through her climax. Before she was even finished spasming, she rolled onto her belly and stuck her perfect, full ass in the air, and pleaded, "Fuck me, my king. Fuck me so deep."
Vegeta was more than happy to obey and give her anything she desired. He curled over her supple body and slammed his cock into her all the way up to his balls. He held himself in the bliss of her wet grip for a moment and kissed down her spine as he straightened up. He rolled his hips slowly to start until she was begging, and only then pistoned into her with the force of his desire. Their flesh slapped together, making the sweetest music, and he gripped her hips as she started to squeeze on his prick again.
"Vegeta! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fucking fill me!" she cried and bashed herself back harder to take his thrusts with her own force. Her walls clenched and gripped on his cock and he was lost.
"Holy shit, you feel fucking amazing, my mate!" He spent himself inside her and they surged together through their climaxes.
He lowered them gently onto their sides, spooning her, still inside her, still hard, and he nuzzled her neck and jaw and ear. "I can't wait for our baby, my mate."
"Me neither, I hope this pregnancy goes fast. I'm too old for this shit, literally. Magic is a trip, Vegeta. I wasn't sure I actually believed Shenron. I think I made him blush. Can a dragon blush?"
"If anyone could make a dragon blush, it's you, woman."
"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about what happened in the future?"
"No, there's nothing to say. Our other selves' son is alive and strong and brave. That's what matters. You were brave too. You are brave. Taking on a Saiyan, a fucked up Saiyan, no less, as a mate."
"I'd do it in infinite timelines."
"And I would be lucky in all of them."
Vegeta didn't expect the woman's lush fertility to affect him the way it did when he returned from training with Whis. But he realized he had only had the very early part of her pregnancy with Trunks, not this part. No ripe, round belly and sweet, strong kicks. He regretted that he'd missed the earlier parts too, but as always, he would take whatever the universe would give him when it came to the woman. She made everything beautiful.
He arrived home to find her asleep in her desk chair, her feet elevated to cope with how prone to swelling she was thanks to her voracious passenger. He kissed her cheek and raked his fingers through her short, silky hair, not a thread of gray to be seen since his wish. She mewled and stretched and blinked.
She lumbered to her feet, led by her protuberant belly. "Vegeta! Oh my gods! I didn't know you'd be home today! I haven't even taken a shower!"
"As if I give a shit about that. That simply means I get to shower with you if you decide you want one."
She laughed and he smiled helplessly at the sweet sound. He wrapped around her, mindful of her stomach, and groped her ass as he kissed her. "I fucking missed you."
"I missed you too, bad man. Not too long now, though."
Vegeta withdrew enough to look into her eyes. "Why don't I go tuck you into bed for a proper nap, my queen?"
"Even like this?" Her eyes widened and she gestured to her figure.
"Even more like this. I never had the pleasure with Trunks."
When she snorted and said, "Lucky for you. I'm so fat, Vegeta!" he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward their bedroom.
"You are not fat. You're fertile and gorgeous and glowing and I want to fuck you senseless."
"I don't even think it's possible with my belly like this," she said but kissed him as though she was willing to try.
He shimmied her clothes off and frowned when she tried to turn away from him. He touched her hips, turned her back to face him, and caressed her bare, taut belly. He kissed her tenderly and shucked his own clothes. He nodded to his already very hard cock. "You turn me on just as much like this, woman. You will turn me on no matter what your body does because I love every bit of you."
She laughed softly and touched his face as he lowered himself to his knees and kissed all over the tight skin of her stomach. He helped her shuffle backwards and sit on the edge of the bed. She resisted. "Surely you won't disobey your king?" he purred.
Her turquoise eyes danced between his and she eased herself down onto the bed. He grazed his hands down her sides and the outsides of her thighs to grip her ankles. Gently raising the first, he sucked on the ball and kissed down to her delicious folds and spread his tongue wide on her pussy, slid it back and forth, moaned at the taste of his mate. He placed her foot on his shoulder, then did the same with her other leg.
Once she was braced on him, he reached around her belly to hold her even rounder breasts and tease the nipples. She gasped as he dove back into licking and sucking on her folds. "Vegeta, oh fuck…It's been so long…" He brought one hand down and curled two fingers inside her, stroking in rhythm with his licks until she arched her back and pressed herself against his face as she came.
He stayed on his knees and sank himself slowly into the twitching heat of her pussy. He groaned and threw his head back. "Fuck, Bulma, I've missed you so much. You feel fucking amazing."
He caressed her belly and her breasts and her fuller hips as he rocked into her. He kept her legs up over his shoulders and it made her even tighter on him. He tensed his ass to send his cock deeper and more upwards to hit her spot since reaching her clit was a challenge with her belly in the way. He wanted to savor her, to resist coming as long as possible, but he also just wanted to fill her and make her come over and over until she passed out.
"My king, make me come, I'm so close, come inside me and hit my spot, I want to come again!"
He thrust his lowest abs forward and she screamed and bucked to meet him. He spent himself inside her and she quivered around him, her legs tightening against his neck as her pussy clenched on his cock. Vegeta knew he could never leave her for so long again. Maybe short trips, but one way or another he needed to learn IT so he didn't have to rely on Kakarot to get to his mate.
He cleaned the woman up and tucked her into bed as he'd said he would, and kissed her deeply. He rarely napped, but seeing her naked and flushed and relaxed and pregnant, he needed to be near her. He wrapped around her from behind and palmed her belly. And was immediately met with a feisty series of kicks. "Feels like they're ready to train."
She laughed and laid her hand over his. "Yeah, they already treat my innards like the GR, so they're very, very Vegeta. I can't wait to meet them. I just wish they didn't have to tear their way out of my body."
"You're so strong, woman, you'll sail through it. Kakarot's woman said it goes easier with the second."
"Hmm…We'll see. I'm glad I was ready, that I didn't give in when I wasn't, but I'm a little nervous about going back to the baby phase. Trunks is practically an adult."
"On Vegeta-sei, he'd already have his own army."
"Thank goodness we're not, that boy can barely handle his laundry, let alone other people."
"Is Goten still with him all the time?"
"They've never really parted since the whole Majin Buu. I think Trunks is maybe in love with Goten."
"No maybe about it, my queen. Our little prince has found his prince charming. And of course, it would be Kakarot's fucking son. Gods. Ah well. I've been in love with that line too, so I can hardly fault the boy."
"Yeah, let's let him come out of the closet before we start meddling."
"What closet?"
"Oh," she said, "Never mind. Earth bullshit that would just piss you off. Let's just let him be. You've given him the condom talk about a thousand times. He has some. He's fine. Let him crush and be all blushy and cute whenever Goten touches him."
"Gods, blushy and cute, my father would die again if he wasn't dead already. But we do make fabulous hybrids. I'm glad I'm here for this one's arrival."
"Me too. I don't think I could do it without you, Vegeta."
"You can do anything, woman, but I don't want to make you go it alone again. I would give anything to go back and be there for you when Trunks was born."
"I would say no backsies, but I kinda went and made it possible to do backsies."
Vegeta laughed and kissed the nape of her neck and enjoyed a few more aggressive kicks and punches from his unborn child. "Get some rest, my queen. It feels like we'll need it."
Naturally, there had to be nonsense thanks to that fucking clown and the purple, weasel-faced god and his plump brother. Now he would have to trust his fate and that of his family to a passel of idiots. "I can't fucking go to the Tournament of Power, Kakarot. Bulma's due any day now. I won't leave her to labor alone again."
Whis finished chewing the bite he had and said, "Oh-ho, is that the issue, Vegeta? I approve of your sentimentality, but I can remedy that situation quite easily."
"What? Just zap me out mid-fight to come hold her hand while she labors? They're better off with someone who can fucking focus!"
"Hoo-hoo-hoo, no, no, this solution I think Bulma will approve of as well, and no, once you're in that ring, there's nothing I can do to pull you out. That just wouldn't be sporting."
"Well then, what the fuck do you even mean?" Vegeta grumbled.
The woman said, "Settle down and hear him out—Oh shit!"
A swaddled baby materialized in the woman's arms. Vegeta rushed over to her. Her belly was gone, as if she had never been pregnant at all, but the child had a little tuft of hair the same blue as the woman's.
Vegeta held out his arms and peeked into the soft blanket. "It's a girl! Can we name her Bulla?"
The woman looked at him with shocked eyes. He said, "Vegeta isn't a worthy name to carry on, but the name of the Saiyan queen is. But it's too confusing to have more than one Bulma. Bulla is perfect, is it not?"
Trunks came over and kissed her tiny forehead. "I like Bulla. It's a good name, Papa."
"As you wish, my king," the woman murmured and kissed him. "Our little princess."
They cuddled around their new baby together. Vegeta felt ready now for the tournament. He would do anything to get back to his new little princess, his queen, his son. He might not have been a quick learner, but the woman had taught him the only lessons he ever wanted or needed. She taught him to love her well. Taught him to be loved too, and that was better than flight or power or wealth, better than an eternity as a god, just his finite time with her.
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