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Smut Warning

Android Sixteen's internal components were impressive. The computer behind me chimed loudly as I peered through the damage Android Sixteen's head had. "Hey, Dr. Brief, come take a look at this." I mention after I take a look at the screen. The older man stepped over, wiping his hands off with a rag. "So, I downloaded Android Sixteen's memory, and it's loaded with Goku's data. He's got everything. Fighting records, his common techniques, even his home address." I recite.

"How strange." Dr. Brief hummed.

"The only conclusion that makes sense is that Android Sixteen was designed for the sole purpose of destroying Goku." I hum. I turn back to the large android. "But... He doesn't seem interested in him at all... Or, maybe he's just waiting for the right opportunity."

"Well, his circuitry is too complex to really say. However, he doesn't look too evil." Dr. Brief explained. "And as I understand, the only aggressive move he's made has been towards Cell."

I hum again. "Yeah..."

"It really raises profound questions about the nature of artificial intelligence." Dr. Brief explained. "Despite all of Dr. Gero's programming, this Android could still make a choice."

"Well, I'm sure glad he chose our side," Bulma mentions. "Because once we finish fixing him up, he'll be one of the strongest fighters we've got."

The phone in the lab began chiming loudly. Dr. Brief lifted it from the cradle and spoke into it. "Hello?" Bulma and I glanced at one another. "Oh, yes. Mara, my dear," Dr. Brief chirped as he turned his gaze onto me. "It appears that Mars is throwing a tantrum. He won't calm down for the usual, so Ms. Lola requests your assistance."

I sigh loudly and pull off my lab coat. "This kid is going to be the death of me..." I whine. Mars is wailing up a storm when I enter my office. He's throwing all sorts of toys at Lola as she cowers behind my desk. "Mars--" I sigh. The infant immediately turns his gaze onto me, his eyes bleary with tears and he begins screaming again, reaching his small hands for me. I lift him up and start bouncing him. "What's the matter, huh?" I ask worriedly. He's rubbing at his face angrily. "Another tooth comin' in? Here, let mommy see." I hum affectionately. Mars opens wide, giving me the opportunity to swipe my finger along the gum line in the back. "Oh, you're getting so big! First molars, huh?" I chirp as I begin bouncing him again. "Let's get you some ice water." I hum affectionately as Mars continues to sob in my arms.

"Need me to pick up some medicine?" Lola questions meekly.

"I have some. Don't worry too much. Once this tooth erupts, Mars will feel a lot better." I explain before leaving the office. Mars has his entire hand in his mouth, chewing unhappily.

"Mara, what's wrong with the child?" Vegeta's voice rings out as I grasp one of his bottles.

I sigh lightly. "He's got his first molar. He's in some pain, so I'm getting him some ice water to soothe it a little." I explain gingerly. Mars is already drinking his ice water. His body is relaxed and his eyes are a little droopy. Vegeta approaches us and palms Mars' head. "Do Saiyan's have any remedies for teething babies?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Children on Planet Vegeta would fight when they were in pain." Vegeta retorted irritably. "The fights usually helped dislodge the tooth and help it erupt."

I grimace. "Yeah, we're definitely not doing that." I mention. "Aren't you supposed to be training?"

Vegeta grumbled. "That annoying woman you're friends with interrupted our training and said you needed help."

I chuckled lightly. "Sorry. I'm going to go put Mars down now that he's a little relaxed. Maybe he'll be able to sleep through the pain."

Vegeta followed after me, his palm resting on my back. Mars goes down without a problem, although he's a little grumpy about going to sleep.

I rub at my neck as I exit the office and slouch against the wall. "So... When are you going back to training?"

"After I've made sure my mate is taken care of." Vegeta retorts plainly. "You look like you haven't gotten any sleep."

I snort. "Yeah, after you left last night, Mars woke up again and screamed his head off until I rubbed his back for twenty minutes. And then proceeded to wake up every thirty minutes after, whining for attention. Had I known his tooth had been bothering him, I would've done something sooner..." I sigh loudly.

Vegeta grasped at my arm and started dragging me down the hallway to the day room. I swallowed thickly when he locked the door behind us and sat me down on the table. "You need to get some rest, Mara. Luckily for you, I know the perfect way to help you relax." Vegeta's smirk makes my stomach clench up. With a swift tug, my jeans and underwear are in a pile on the ground. My leg flinched visibly as he ran his knuckle over my already moistened slit. "Look at you, you're already wet for me, woman."

I groaned in response, my chest heaving delightfully as he worked the pads of his fingers against my throbbing clit. "Just-- Just fuck me already--" I stammer. "Quickly, before I lose my mind--"

Vegeta growls in response, his gaze darkening as it swept down to my soaked core. With his cock free, Vegeta pushed himself into me, spearing me open after months of being apart. I shuddered happily, my insides burning for the release flying towards me. I'm already spasming around him within the first few sharp thrusts. "That's right, beautiful, cum as much as you'd like-- I'm going to wring every ounce of frustration from you! And then I'm going to stuff you full until you can't think of anything but my seed filling you up!" Vegeta's got a bruising grip on my hips as he thrusts himself into me wildly. There's hardly any rhythm anymore, and Vegeta's got that delirious look on his face again.

"Hard-- Harder!" I manage to gasp.

Vegeta's grin only widened as his entire body lit up with a golden wave of energy. His hair flashed golden, and his eyes turned blue-- he doubled in size, tearing another orgasm through me as he continued to pound into me. My back hit the table as he reared up over me. The table creaks below us, and I vaguely worry it's going to break underneath his rough movements. My orgasm continued to wash over me, turning into a never ending sensation.

We spent hours in the day room, until I could no longer think. Everything was muddled. It felt too good. Vegeta had pumped me so full, I could barely think of anything than taking more of what he'd had to offer.

The Saiyan was huffing in exhaustion, his hand gripping at his hair as he leaned over me. He'd finally gone back to normal. "Sorry--" He huffed. "I couldn't--" He sucked in a breath and began running his hands over my body. "Couldn't control myself..."

He's upset again, and I can barely move my arms to reassure him. "'M okay..." I murmur delicately. "Needed it... Needed you..."

Vegeta kisses me softly and lifts me upwards, carrying me to the couch and redressing me as gently as he could. The baby monitor across the room sparks to life, and Mars is wailing wildly again. I stand on my wobbly legs and grasp it tenderly.

Vegeta stares at me as I turn back to him. I offer him a sweet smile before blowing him a kiss and exiting the day room.

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Vegeta returned again during the night and slept at my side. I don't remember if I'd woken up all night, but when the sun came up, Mars was already dressed-- although it was in a horrible planned outfit-- and chewing on a cold rag. I smile affectionately at him before getting ready for the day.

Dr. Brief, Bulma, and I were all working on Android Sixteen with the tv playing in the background. Mars sat in his playpen with everything he needed to help with his teething. "And so, my dear citizens, do not be afraid," King Furry spoke to the reporter on the tv. "The Royal Military shall mount a courageous attack, and silence the infamous Cell with one triumphant swoop! As I have often said, there is nothing to fear but fear itself!"

I immediately switched off the tv. "That furry windbag doesn't know what he's in for." I mention irritably. "The only real chance we have is Goku..."

"Yeah, no kidding," She retorts. "Man, Dr. Gero made some amazing Androids. The detail in this circuitry is off the charts. It must've taken years to finish this guy. If only I could decode this energy detection sequence..."

I gave a hum as the printer went off. I grasped the plans off of it and grin. "Okay! We're ready to start repairing Sixteen!" I exclaim to Dr. Brief and Bulma.

"Right-o!" Dr. Brief chirped.

"You got it!" Bulma added.

I pinned the plans up to our whiteboard and we got to work. We worked for a few hours before I launch back with a shriek as someone puts their hands on my shoulders. "GOKU!" I shriek and slap him upside the head.

"OW, MARA!" Goku complained.

"You can't just pop into a lab and surprise someone holding very dangerous equipment!" I exclaim irritably. I sighed and held my palm over my chest. "What do you need?"

Goku presses his palms together in a pleading motion. "See, I got the Earth some new Dragon Balls, and I was hoping I could borrow your radar for a while?"

I sighed loudly and strode over to my desk and started rooting through the top drawer. "Here. And don't you dare pop in here unannounced ever again, understand?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" Goku stammered, his entire body flinching upwards. He gazes down at the radar with a wide grin. "Man, I should be able to find all the Dragon balls in no time at all!" Goku chirped. "Well, see ya!"

"Hey, Mara, did you hear about Mr. Satan putting out a public statement regarding Lush Corp products?" Bulma asks curiously.

I cock my head. "Oh, no, I haven't. I sent him a request to model my gear for his next fight, but I never got anything back. Why, what'd he say?"

Bulma hummed and grasped the TV remote. "I think the rerun might be on right now."

The TV flickers to life. "So, Mr. Satan, you've recently revealed that the owner of Lush Corp sent over a contract to have you wear her combat gear for your next match. Can you elaborate on your decision?"

Mr. Satan puffed his chest out and grinned. "I wouldn't be caught dead in that kind of material. Let me tell you, I've got an eye for good gear, and I think Lush Corp should stick to their normal routine-- although, I still wouldn't put anything with Lush Corp tags on them."

Fury swelled up inside of me. "Ex-Excuse me?!" I snap. "He should be so lucky that I wanted him to wear my gear! Can you guys finish this out for me? I have a few phone calls to make."

Bulma huffed. "What a hog. Jeez. He has no idea just how impressive your products are! I only heard he wasn't going to agree. Don't worry, we'll take care of this, Mara!" Bulma hummed.

The entire staff in Lush Corp are running around as if they had a big order to accomplish. "Lola, get me on the phone with Mr. Satan, pronto, and push it to my office, immediately!" I exclaim loudly.

She's fencing different calls and nods quickly. Just as I sit at my chair, Lola pokes her head in. "He's on line 3."

I pick up the phone and press it to my ear. "Mara! I know you saw the interview I had just done, but I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us!"

"How dare you!" I shout. "My training gear isn't just something I threw together-- I did my research and I did my testing! I have some of the best fighters on the planet working with my gear, and I've received nothing but high praise for it's durability! If Miguel didn't work for me all those years, you two would've never met! You owe me! That is the only reason I wanted to include you on this project! Martial Arts is your thing! This was something for her!" I shout at him. "I'm pulling your name from my sponsor list. I'll provide Videl her school clothes, but that is it! That is my last bit of help I'm willing to give! I don't even know what Miguel even saw in you, you prideful man!"

"Now, hold on, Mara, I--"

"Absolutely not." I snap. "Our business together is done. Give Videl my love." I slam the phone down and call Lola in again. "Send out a response to the newspapers; Lush is no longer associating it's products with Mr. Satan. Our training gear will be supplied for each Martial Arts tournament and will supply school clothes to the junior champion, along with all those who've entered."

"Yes ma'am." Lola nods and exits the room. I grumble irritably and start tapping my nails against my desk.