~*****~

The park is empty as I take up a bench for some sketching. "Mara," I snap my gaze upwards and narrow my eyes for a moment before going back to sketching. "It's cold out. You should be indoors." Vegeta snapped at me.

"You're in no position to make demands of me." I snap back. "You don't want my nagging, so just leave me alone."

Vegeta growled irritably and snatched the sketch pad out of my hands and tugged me upwards. I dig my heels into the ground and glare at him. "Let go of me!" I shout at him.

"No! We're going back home!" He shouted back at me.

I hated how much of an effect he had on me. "Home?! You mean my apartment?! You don't even like being there! All you want to do is kill yourself with your training!"

Vegeta stops dragging me and whirls around on me. "You heard that clown! Androids are going to attack in three years! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE!"

"I'M NOT!" I shout back. "YOU'RE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF BEFORE THEY ARRIVE AT THIS RATE!" I scream so loudly, I'm afraid someone's going to investigate all the screaming. Tears prick my eyes as I slap at his chest. "You think I like feeling like this?! You-- You're killing your body like this, and it makes my chest tight when I think of you suddenly keeling over because you don't know how to relax every once in a while!"

Vegeta just stares at me with a strange look. He clicks his teeth irritably and turns his gaze to the side.

I blow out an irritated gasp and shove past him. "Whatever! Just forget it! Do what you want for all I care!"

Vegeta grasps my arm from behind and tugs me to his chest, burying his head into my shoulder. "Just shut up, you irritating woman." He growls.

"Vegeta--"

"I... appreciate you caring... Mara..." He murmurs, and it sounds like it's forced. Like he's trying to find the right words. "Let's go home..." He hums softly. I nod gingerly and we walk home slowly, our gazes locked onto the concrete. Yamcha is gone when we get back, and I have to prepare myself for the inevitable rejection from the Saiyan Prince. "Listen..." He hums after we sit on the couch. I don't look at him. "I haven't... Saiyans don't talk like..." He growls irritably. "Look, all I'm saying is, that--" He turns his gaze onto me and stops speaking, his throat visibly locking up. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" I ask irritably. "I'm looking at you like I always do!"

"Exactly! You're an irritating woman! How dare you make me feel all these stupid-- feelings!" He growls as he crosses his arms over his chest. He growls again and turns to me fully, his face flushed, eyes blown wide in embarrassment. "ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY SIDE, UNDERSTAND?!"

"This is as close to as a confession as I'm gonna get, isn't it?" I ask after a beat of silence.

"DO YOU WANT TO, OR NOT?!" He shouts.

I giggle and lean forward, looping my arms around his neck. Vegeta curls his arms around me and lays back, his chest still rumbling in irritation. "I like caring for you, too..." I hum softly.

"Shut up!" He bellows irritably. I laugh again and kiss his cheek.

~*****~
One and a Half Years Later

I glare irritably at the paper in my hands. "You can't be serious." I hum to my doctor.

"No, I am. You're pregnant." He retorts nonchalantly with a coffee cup balanced in his hand. "It's not a false positive, either. Your progesterone levels are literally through the roof."

I narrow my eyes. "How long have you been a doctor again?" I ask irritably.

He holds up his fingers with a grin. "Ten years. So, yeah, I'm qualified." My doctor takes a deep drink of his coffee. "So, let's get you over to the pediatrics department for an ultrasound."

"I hate you, you know that, don't you?" I mention.

My doctor grins. "Awe, thanks. Doesn't stop you from being pregnant, though."

I storm out of his office and down the stairs. Pediatrics pick up on my mood and carefully choose their words as they set me up on a table. But when that subtle whooshing noise echoes out, my mood lifts immediately. "Hmm... Looks like you're about... seven weeks along." My pediatrician hums. "Wanna see?"

I nod urgently, and she moves the monitor around after freezing the screen. It's a small bean shaped creature. And just the first sight causes my heart to swell. I purse my lips frantically as I try to hold back tears. "Oh-- Oh, my god--" I stammer.

"I'm going to put you on some vitamins, and we'll set up some appointments throughout the progress of your pregnancy, okay?" The Pediatrician hums politely. "First things first-- I'll print this out for you and dad!"

I nod urgently. "Thank you!" I chirp.

By the time I'm back at Lush Capsule, I'm still on cloud nine. "Mara!" I reel back the grin on my face and turn to the reason I'd been smiling. "Where have you been?! These battle suits aren't suited to withstand the gravity chamber!"

He's holding up the suits I'd recently constructed. "Aw, man. Ah well, back to the drawing board~" I coo before taking them from him.

Vegeta cocks his head swiftly, his eyebrow raising as I hum to myself while folding the suits. "What's happened?" He asks irritably.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He grumbles and scratches at his head. "N-Nothing." He grumbles. "Do you have anything you need to test?" He asks.

I hum thoughtfully. "No, I'm all out of suits! But I'm gonna go do some more research on a new battle suit. Are you going to train more today?"

Vegeta shakes his head. "No, you said to make time for you, too." He responds curtly. I smile affectionately and nod.

"Okay. Then go take a shower and I'll meet you at the entrance so we can go home." I explain. Vegeta presses a soft kiss to my forehead before stalking off.

"Ugh, it's always so cute to see him be openly affectionate with you, Ms. Mara." Lola chirps from behind me.

"Isn't it?" I laugh. "I have a few appointments I need you to put into the schedule." I explain as I tug out the paperwork. She gazes down at it apprehensively and gasps, her hand covering her mouth. "Make sure it's hush hush until I have a chance to tell Vegeta, okay~" I coo pleadingly.

She nods urgently and starts squealing. "Oh, my goodness. I'm so exited for you!"

"Speaking of which, let's open up a new department! I have so many new ideas!"

Lola is a rambling mess by the time I leave with Vegeta. She's chanting loudly about new numbers on our stocks as we round the corner. "She's... really irritating today." Vegeta comments.

I chuckle. "She's irritates you everyday." I mention.

Vegeta grumbles as I loop my arm through his. Throughout the time we'd been together, Vegeta had slowly come out his shell around me. He's talking more, and it's very clear that he holds a lot of resentment against Goku. Once he got so riled up, he nearly blasted a hole straight through the walls of my apartment.

Vegeta collapses against the bed when we get inside and heaves out a loud sigh. I just gaze at him affectionately before turning my gaze onto the apartment around us. "You know, I think it's time to get a bigger place." I mention softly.

Vegeta glances over. "A bigger place? Didn't you just get one?"

I chuckle. "An office building isn't a home." I mention impishly. I crawl onto the bed besides him and lay down. "If I tell you something, will you promise not to freak out?"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at me. "Depends; have you been getting off without me?" He asks irritably.

I snort and begin laughing. "Never, it's more fun when you're there." I mention. Vegeta flushes and turns the opposite direction. "I'm pregnant." His entire body goes rigid. His shoulders scrunch up and he shoves his face into his pillow. I hum impishly and slip over his back, peering over his shoulder. "Why are you hiding? It was bound to happen." I mention cutely. "You know... with your breed--"

"ENOUGH WITH THE BREEDING!" Vegeta bellowed, his face bright red.

I laugh and curl my arms around his neck. "So, tell me the truth-- are you upset about this?"

Vegeta grumbled irritably and moved me back onto the bed before curling himself around me. "Of course not..." He murmured softly. My breath catches in my throat as he encloses his palm around my still flat belly.

"G-Good, cause-- Cause now you're stuck with us...." I murmur gently.

Vegeta smashed his mouth onto mine and rolled over me, his heated gaze staring down at me. "You know, now I can stuff you full without having you harp about getting pregnant anymore!" Vegeta mentioned. "If I even hear you complain, I'll just keep going!"

My belly clenched up in response. "Is that a promise?" I coo enthusiastically. Vegeta's eyes nearly rolled into his head as he bit back a delirious groan.

~*****~
Six Months Later

I awoke with a soft snort and jolted upwards. "You've got that giant expensive bed and you want to sleep at the table?!" Vegeta bellows as he approaches me.

I hum sleepily and stretch my arms upwards. "Can't help it..." I hum sleepily. I begin packing up my sketching materials. "Just really tired... Wanna go take a nap with me?"

Vegeta's throat locks up as he gazes down at me and blows out a forceful breath. "Fine. Come on, idiot woman." He grumbles. I yawn again and attempt to stand up. Vegeta catches my arm as I nearly fall back into my chair.

"God, I hate this! I just wanna stand up without falling over!" I exclaim irritably. "You and your stupid breeding kink..."

"Would you hurry it up? You're already dozing off on your feet!" Vegeta scolded me. I grumble again and follow after him. The bed is comfy-- thankfully, I had splurged for maximum comfort through the coming months of my pregnancy. Although, at times, it got uncomfortable. Which usually resulted in using Vegeta as a body pillow.

Vegeta just lounged peacefully as I settled my leg over his and head over his shoulder. My belly rested over his side comfortably. "Y'know, you're really comfy for a muscular man..." I hum lightly as my eyes flutter in relaxation.

Vegeta grunts and curls one palm over my belly, idly messing with the subtle presses of the baby flailing around inside.

I grunt irritably and adjust myself a little before turning on my other side and reaching for my other pillows. "God, this kid is doing summersaults like he's got somewhere to be." I mention angrily.

Vegeta snorts and curls around my back and helps me adjust myself until I'm comfy again. "He's a Saiyan child. He's going to be more active than earth children."

"How do you know it's gonna be a boy?" I ask curiously.

Vegeta shrugs. "Boys are common with my family. My father had three brothers. I have one--"

"Wait, you have a brother?!" I immediately yelp.

"Don't rile yourself up with unnecessary information!" Vegeta scolded me.

I rolled my eyes at him before rolling over again and curling my arms around his neck. "Tell me about your brother!"

Vegeta clicks his tongue before sighing. "My father sent him to a remote planet when we were younger."

"Oh, why?" I ask.

Vegeta scratches at his head irritably. "He didn't like to fight." I just stare at him before giggling. "Stop laughing! It doesn't run in the family if that's what you're thinking!"

I shake my head while still laughing. "No, I'm not laughing. I just can't imagine you having such a gentle big brother!"

"Well, for your information, I'm the older one!"

I hum cutely. "Wow, you have a sweet younger brother, huh? Well, that's a good thing that he has a gentle soul. It makes you all the more cuter~"

"I'M NOT CUTE!" Vegeta bellows at me.

"Oh, hush. So, what's his name?"

Vegeta grumbles irritably. "Tarble." He retorts gingerly. "I haven't seen him in a long time."

I press further against him and cup his cheek. "I'm sorry, Vegeta..."

He gazes at me, and I swear I see a new emotion flickering in his eyes, but he swallows it down and kisses me softly. "Get to sleep." He orders softly. I nestle my face into his shoulder and sigh out delightfully. Vegeta hums something to me, but I'm far to sleepy to hear it.

~*****~
5 Months Later

Vegeta gazes apprehensively at the infant swaddled in my arms. "C'mon, Vegeta, he won't bite. He doesn't even have teeth yet." I mention irritably as I continuously rock back and forth on the chair. "You should really start socializing with Mars. Otherwise, he might grow up resenting you."

"But-- He cries every time I get near him!" Vegeta retorts irritably.

"Because you frown too much. You're really handsome when you smile, you know. But I think your forced one is actually scarier." I mention. "C'mere, he's busy, so I don't think he'll notice." I explain. Vegeta steps forward, and as if sensing him, Mars turns his carmine gaze onto him and starts whining while still suckling on me. Vegeta halts immediately and scrunches up his shoulders in confusion. I roll my eyes and stand up. Mars begins to whine even more as I approach Vegeta and grasp his hand. I gingerly set Vegeta's palm onto Mars' head, and the infant calms down and coos in response. "See? He likes you. You just gotta get to know each other."

Vegeta doesn't say anything, but nonetheless fiddles with Mars' hair. "I was hoping he'd have dark hair."

"What's wrong with his hair?" I ask irritably. It's only a shade lighter than mine right now, but I assumed it would darken with age-- like his skin would.

He grumbled again. "I wanted him to look like me more."

I just gaze at him and smile affectionately. "Did you want him to look like me in the face but have your hair and eye color?" I ask impishly. "I don't exactly look menacing, now do I?"

Vegeta snorted. "You're not as innocent looking as you think." He mentions. "When you glare, it's like facing off against a giant beast with all four of my limbs broken."

I begin guffawing at his statement. Mars whines irritably and swats at Vegeta's hand. "Looks like he's done with socializing." I lean up to kiss Vegeta, but Mars has other plans. With another whine, he begins wailing and swatting at Vegeta. I begin to laugh again. "Well, well-- looks like you're a momma's boy, huh?" I coo as I pull all of my attention back onto Mars.

Delighted coos and gurgles escape the infant as I step back over to the rocking chair. Vegeta leans against the wall to gaze at me. "Will you be all right by yourself?" He asks suddenly.

I hum curiously and perk up a little. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

He steps over, ignoring the whining infant to press a kiss to my head, and leaves the room. I hum in confusion.