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Smut Warning

Vegeta gazed at the silver band on his finger irritably. "You realize as soon as I start training, this flimsy thing will break." Vegeta mentions.

I swat at him as I brush through my hair. "Obviously you take it off before you train."

"Wait, you said I had to wear it all times." Vegeta retorted.

I snorted. "I don't expect you to wear it during your training. I'm not going to wear mine if I'm working with my hands. I mean if we're lounging or enjoying the day together." I explain impishly. "Like at tomorrow's party. You're to wear it at all times of that day, understand?" I mention. Vegeta grunted and went back to staring at it. "Don't be so moody, it really means a lot to me to see you wearing it, anyway." I hum affectionately as I turn to Vegeta and curl my arms around his waist. "I love you." I coo.

Vegeta props me up onto the counter and kisses me softly. "If it means that much to you, maybe you should find a more durable metal and I'll wear it all the time." Vegeta suggests impishly as he smooths his palms over my thighs. He gives them a subtle squeeze before he reaches upwards and grasps my cheeks. The cool metal of his wedding band makes my skin tingle. I give a soft whimper as my heart begins to beat out of control. Vegeta grunts smugly and keeps one hand on my cheek while the other trails down and presses against my sternum, his fingers slipping between the small slit of my pajama top. "What's the matter, Mara? Why are you so nervous?"

My thighs instinctively press together, squeezing against his sides. "I can't help it..." I murmur as I grasp onto the hand still on my cheek. My fingers trail down his arm as his palm smooths down the side of my neck. "I'm just really happy..."

Vegeta kisses me swiftly. He tugs my hips forward, slamming up against me. His cock is already startlingly hard. My hands dart downwards, tugging and pulling the waistline if his pants downwards. With his cock free, I enclose my hands around it. Vegeta groans immediately. His mouth is now moving more aggressively against mine. Just as my thumb slips over the slick, bulbous head of his cock, Vegeta growls out a warning. "Enough!" He snaps irritably and tugs my panties down my legs before burying himself deep inside.

I whimper happily as I clutch at his shoulders, digging my nails into the skin as hard as I can for support. "It feels so good," I mention breathlessly. "My husband, you're my husband~" I coo delightfully.

"Quiet," Vegeta ordered, although the flush on his face said otherwise. I kept spouting out mindless praises as he kept pounding into my quivering core. "I'm going to stuff you full, woman-- Keep singing those praises if you want it so bad!" Vegeta growled as I came around him.

I gave a sharp cry of appreciation, one of my hands trailing down my own body and furiously rubbing tight circles into my throbbing clit. "Harder~" I coo in delight. My body tilts over a little as Vegeta braces his palms against the counter. The crazed look in his eye is blazing brightly as he slams his cock into my soaked core ruthlessly. A chill began creeping through my veins as I gushed around him, splattering my release over his pelvis.

"That's right, wife," He growls. "You're-- ah, fuck--" He stammers. He halts immediately, his entire body shuddering violently in release. In only takes a moment before Vegeta begins pounding into me again, oblivious to the slick, squelching noises echoing off of the tile. I'm balancing myself on my elbows, my hips unconsciously rolling against Vegeta's manic thrusting. When I cum a fourth time, my eyes roll so far back into my head, I thought I'd passed out.

My vision returned to the pleasurable feeling tingling at my nipples. I whimpered delicately as I gazed down at my husband laving his tongue over my breasts, his cock still embedded deep within, jostling gently with each roll of his hips.

"One more," Vegeta growled, his fist tightening against the mirror behind me. "One more and we'll take a bath."

I nod immediately, my hands curling into his hair. Vegeta kept rolling his hips as gently as he could, muttering out soft praises himself before he shudders in release. My core is throbbing with need, my building orgasm just teetering on that edge before it starts to dwindle from the lack of friction. I give a slight wince as Vegeta finally pulls himself from me and gazes down at my core, his brow furrowed in regret. "I'm okay," I coo softly as I grasp at his face.

"You're all...  swollen..." He murmurs softly. He reaches out and grasps a rag and wets it under some warm water. I sigh out in relief as he presses the rag onto my core. Aftercare with Vegeta is always so gentle and heartwarming sometimes. "I'm sorry..."

I shake my head and lean up. I suck in a soft breath as I move his hand away from my sore body and kiss him. "I'm okay," I remind him. "I'm more than okay. I'm perfect." I coo lightly as I pepper his face with small kisses. "So we taking a bath or what?"

Vegeta grumbled irritably and stepped away from me. He gazes down at the large tub in our bathroom. "You just wanted this place for the tub, didn't you?" He mentions as he turns his gaze on me.

"Look, a lady needs a grand bathroom to look good. And having a large tub to soak with her husband is apart of that." I explain irritably. "Now get your tight ass in gear, I'm getting cold."

Vegeta rolls his eyes before moving around to start our bath. If there was one thing I can say about the arrogant prince, it was his attention to detail. He'd only seen me put together my ideal bath once, and ever since then, he'd done it for me perfectly every time.

"I love you." I hum softly as I gaze at Vegeta.

His shoulders scrunch up and he turns an irritated glare on me. "Are you purposely trying to rile me up again?!" He asks angrily.

~*****~

Goten and Mars are playing together in the backyard after the others had arrived for the get together. "Wow, Mara, your house is amazing!" Gohan mentioned politely.

I laugh and ruffle his hair. "Thanks, kid!"

Gohan laughed. "Hey, I'm not a kid anymore!" He exclaims.

"Oh, Gohan, you'll always be my baby boy!" Chi-Chi mentions and embarrasses the poor boy. He whines at his mom as we all laugh.

"So, Mara, what's the big deal about getting everyone together?" Bulma asks eagerly. "I'm psyched about the house, but I know you-- you hardly throw parties. That's my thing."

I laugh and rub at the back of my head. "Some things happened recently, and I wanted to share with all of you." I explain meekly.

"Well, spit it out, then!" Bulma retorts.

Everyone gazes at me eagerly-- even Piccolo, who's standing in the back with his gaze over his shoulder as if no one can see him. I feel my own face flush as I hold out my hand. Bulma lets out an ungodly shriek before she begins cooing in awe at the gem sitting on my hand.

"YOU GOT MARRIED?!" Bulma shrieked as she grasped my hand to get a better look at it.

"Hey, congratulations!" Krillen laughs. "It's kinda hard to see Vegeta actually agreeing to something like that."

Vegeta doesn't say anything, he just remains in his corner of the garden, tapping his finger against his arm irritably as he refuses to meet any of our gazes. "I don't know, he's way different around Mara, that's for sure." Yamcha mentions as he scratches the back of his head. "When they thought they were sneaking around, I'd always get so surprised to see him act like an actual boyfriend to her."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Vegeta bellowed from across the garden. His face had flushed and he went back to sulking.

I chuckle. Tien hasn't said anything-- which I kind of expected. But on the other hand, Android Eighteen looks enthralled with the ring. "So, you planning on tying the knot one day?" I ask impishly as I gaze at the blonde woman.

She doesn't react. I didn't expect her to. "Why would I?" She asks.

Krillen sulks a little as he rubs at the back of his head. "Just wondering." I hum impishly.

She rolls her eyes, but from her posture, you could definitely tell she was aware of the shorter man vying for her attention. I giggle again. "So, now that you're married, are you planning on any other children?" Chi-Chi asks eagerly.

I flush. "Maybe one or two more." I mention meekly.

Piccolo snorted. "Having more Half-Saiyan's around might be a good thing. Especially if there's another threat to Earth."

I frown a little. "Well, for one, I'm not letting Mars train until he's at least five." I mention irritably.

"A good age to start!" Chi-Chi adds. "My Goten isn't going to start training until he's at least six."

"Gohan started at four." Piccolo retorted.

"Against his will, I might add!" Chi-Chi shot back.

Gohan just laughed at the duo while rubbing at the back of his head. "Gohan, wanna play?" Mars asked eagerly. He and Goten were staring up at him expectantly.

Chi-Chi just cooed in adoration. I glance over at Vegeta, and he's just glaring at Tien, who's standing in front of him. I hum curiously before turning back to Eighteen. "Would you be interested in modeling some of my clothes?" I ask. "You'd get to keep what you model."

Eighteen just gazes at me. "Yes. Your clothing line is amazing." She mentions apathetically.

I purse my lips and hum. "That's great! But we'll need to work on your expressions for the runway."

"My... expressions?" She retorts.

I nod. "Can you show me your smile?" I ask. Krillen perks up and gazes intently at the blonde. Eighteen offers me her best smile, and it's kinda terrifying. I palm at my face for a moment. "Okay, this time, just think of something that makes you really happy, and we'll--"

"MIND YOUR BUSINESS!" Vegeta suddenly bellows. He storms into the house, fists clenched tightly as the door slams behind him.

Tien was breathing furiously before he takes off into the sky. "Well, that crashed the party." Krillen mentions.

"I'll go talk to him." Yamcha offers. "Congratulations, by the way. I mean, he's like the worlds biggest jerk, but I think he really likes you."

I chuckle. "Thanks, Yamcha." I stand up and sigh. "I better go calm him down before he blows a hole into our new house."

Bulma stands up and stretches. "How about we reschedule a new party later this week. At my place."

"That'd be great," I sigh. "Come by Lush in the morning, Eighteen, and we'll size you out for some clothes."

Eighteen nods and reluctantly lets Krillen show her to her apartment. Bulma leaves after pressing a kiss to my cheek and offering her congratulations. Chi-Chi is holding Goten's hand as Gohan reassures Mars he'd be back soon.

Vegeta is pacing furiously in our room when I finally get in. "Hey, Mars is out for the count." I hum softly. "You wanna talk about it?"

Vegeta growls and tugs me to his chest and buries his hand into my hair. My head is angled back and Vegeta kisses me as if he's never going to see me again. He growls again and pulls me onto the bed. "That three-eyed freak--" He growls as he tugs open my shirt. I give a breathless gasp and grasp at his hands quickly.

"V-Vegeta," I stammer. "Hold on," I murmur gently as I cup at his face. "Tell me what happened. I understand you're frustrated, but I wanna help."

Vegeta grumbles irritably and presses his palm over my chest, his fingers smoothing over my sternum. "He... I need to be more careful with you..." Vegeta murmurs. "You're covered in bruises from last night..."

I glance down at my chest. "They're love bites." I mention dryly. "Is that what this is about? Does Tien think you're hurting me, or something?"

Vegeta presses his face into my neck, his shoulders shaking with either rage or regret. "That fool thinks he can steal you from me..." I hum irritably at his response. "I won't tolerate you being with anyone else, you understand me, wife?!"

I flush and nod quickly. "I would never." I hum delicately. "I love you to much to even think of someone else."

Vegeta grumbled again and sunk his torso into mine. "I'm... sorry for ruining your... party..." He hums softly.

I kiss his head softly. "It's okay. Bulma is going to throw a party at her place later this week, so, at least we won't have to clean up here." I explain meekly. "You feel better?" Vegeta nods but refuses to leave our embrace. I hum softly before I settle close to him. "Will you let me take care of you tonight?" I ask softly. Vegeta tenses up and refuses to answer, although, the bulge pressing against me tells a different story. "C'mon, I know you like having all the control, but I wanna take care of my husband." I keep going. Vegeta growls before he leans up and stares at me.

"I'll allow it this once, but you're not tying me up!" Vegeta snaps quickly. I nod eagerly and sit up quickly once he lays himself down across the bed.

I drag my palms across his chest, humming in appreciation. I press soft kisses to his muscled torso as I peel away his shirt, worshipping his body as much as I can before Vegeta ultimately takes over and ravages me. Vegeta is flushed and bare by the time I settle over his lap, my aching core sinking down onto his cock slowly.

"Stay put," He grunts quickly, his palms smoothing over my hips to hold me in place. "I want to enjoy this for as long as possible, got it?" I nod breathlessly and settle my palms over my lower belly, gazing down at him through my bleary eyes. Vegeta's suddenly face to face with me, his hands smoothing over my hips. "Stay still." He reminds me, his lips ghosting over my cheek as he curls me into his chest. It's very intimate. My arms curl around his neck, my nails sinking into his back as we remain stationary. "I won't let that freak have you..." He murmurs roughly. My back hits the mattress as my irritated husband towers over me, his eyes burning with jealousy. I prepared myself for a night of mindless orgasms again. The night wore on, and not once did Vegeta lose control of himself. He remained gentle and careful with me. Although, maybe I had lost my own mind from the amount of pleasure I had gotten.

My entire body felt like lead by the time I had begged him to stop making me cum. Vegeta gave a soft grunt as he pulled himself free from my sopping core. His cock twitched violently as he began massaging my legs. "You're-- You're still hard," I murmur through my panting. "Want you to cum inside me..."

Vegeta growled and grasped his cock firmly for a moment to stop his urges. "No, you're exhausted." He mentions.

I whimper, reaching out for him. "Want you to cum--" I whine. "Please, need you inside me."

Vegeta winces as he gazes down at my still twitching core. I feel his cock head pressing against my fluttering entrance for a moment before he sinks back in, his chest rumbling in appreciation. I begin whimpering in overstimulation again, my mindless babbling urging Vegeta to cum and fill me up. I start pleading, my hips unconsciously rolling against his gentle strokes. "Almost there, beautiful," He groans. "Can you hold out a little longer?" I nod breathlessly and tug at his shoulders. Vegeta presses his lips against mine gently, devouring my cries until he finally tenses up from my final orgasm wringing me dry. Vegeta shudders through his climax. My skin is prickling as Vegeta runs his rough palms over my sides. It warms my heart, but everything is way too sensitive. I push at his hands weakly, shivering under his touch. Vegeta pulls our blanket up and wraps it around my shoulders before going back to massaging my body. I sigh in relief and relax under his touch.

"I love you," I murmur tiredly. "Love you so much..."

Vegeta kisses the crown of my head and hums. "I love you, too." He responds softly as he curls me around him, stroking my head soothingly.

~*****~

After a few days had passed, Vegeta and I sat by ourselves at Bulma's party, watching the others have fun. "You can go, you know." Vegeta mentions softly.

I offer him a smile. "I know, but I'm still kinda exhausted from last night." I mention impishly. Vegeta flushes and covers his mouth with his palm. "Also, I kinda have a new medical condition that we're gonna keep a secret for now." I mention impishly.

Vegeta flinches and sits upright, his eyebrows cocking in confusion. I smile again before gazing back at the party. "Hey, Mara! We're gonna do some Russian Roulette Takoyaki! Wanna join?" Krillen shouts.

I hum curiously. "Do I want wasabi?" I murmur to myself. My stomach roils at the thought. "No, thank you-- Every time we play, it's either you, or myself who gets the bad one."

"What about you, Vegeta?" Krillen asks as he approaches the table.

Vegeta furrows his brows for a moment, and I expect his absolute refusal but he clicks his tongue and nods. "Sure, whatever." He huffs.

Krillen grins broadly. "Hey, guys! Vegeta's gonna take a chance!" Krillen exclaims.

"Wow, no way! Well, at least we have Mara to calm him down if he gets the bad one!" Yamcha laughs.

Krillen and Eighteen grab the giant platter of Takoyaki the cooks had brought out and set it at the large table in the middle of the garden. I follow after Vegeta and watch as the players grasp their toothpicks. "Okay, on three!" Krillen instructs. "One-- Two-- Three!" Everyone who is playing stabs at the pile of golden orbs and pops it into their mouths. Just when I think Vegeta got the bad one, Krillen screams out in agony before falling backwards, his lips turning scorching red. Everyone is laughing.

"Wow, that's another one in the books, Oolong!" Bulma exclaims. "What are we looking at now?"

Oolong pulls out his notebook and hums. "Let's see.... Krillen is at six. Mara's got eight. Piccolo's got three. And... Roshi's got a grand total of ten!"

"Wow, I thought I had the most." I hum. Vegeta snorts as he continues to eat. "Speaking of which, this is the first time you've had Takoyaki, isn't it?"

"So what?" Vegeta grunts.

Bulma chuckles. "Man, you must be good cook if you never order take out anymore." Bulma mentions.

"Mommy makes yummy pancakes!" Mars chirps as he reaches for another golden orb. "Daddy doesn't seem to like it though, he hits her butt when she does."

Vegeta begins choking on his food as I guffaw. "Mars, why don't you go ask for some juice!" I laugh.

Bulma snorts. "It's like I said, Mara, with as many times as Yamcha's walked in on you two, he's very appreciative."

"SHUT UP!" Vegeta bellowed after swallowing the food that got lodged in his throat.

I rub at Vegeta's shoulders. "Oh, calm down. Mars is three years old. He's going to say whatever's on his mind." I mention. "It doesn't bother me. These guys are basically family."

Bulma chirps. "That's so sweet." She coos.

I chuckle lightly. "I think it's almost time for us to get going." I mention.

Mars whines with his cup already empty. "But I wanna play with Goten more!" He exclaims.

"It's getting late, Mars," I hum as I gaze down at him. "Aren't you tired?"

As if on cue, Mars tries to hold it in, but he's already yawning. "No, I'm not--" He murmurs. Mars rubs at his eye with a pout.

"God, he's adorable." Bulma sighs. "You should listen to your mom, kid. I know for a fact the strongest of guys get to bed super early."

Mars whimpers before nodding. He grasps at my hand and leans against my leg with another yawn. I chuckle and lift him up. "We'll see you later, Bulma," I hum. "This party was fun, especially the dance battle Chi-Chi had with Yamcha."

"Yeah, let's leave the dance fight between those two." Bulma laughs.

"C'mon, Vegeta," I hum as I rub at Mars' back. "I'll see you later, Bulma~" I chirp enthusiastically before leading my husband out of the large garden area.

"What did you mean you have a medical condition, Mara," Vegeta asks irritably. "You can't just mention something like that and keep me in the dark."

I giggle and bounce Mars a little. "Why don't we just get home and put him to bed before I tell you what's going on, okay?" I suggest playfully. Vegeta grimaces and clicks his tongue. The two of us are silent through our commute back to our home.

Once Mars is settled in his bed, Vegeta is impatiently waiting for me to explain. "Well? Get on with it!" Vegeta snapped as I pulled out my night clothes. "I won't be kept in the dark, Mara--"

"I'm pregnant again," I hum happily. "I took a test this morning, but I wanna see the doctor and confirm it that way, too... But..." I palm at my lower belly. "I'm starting to see the same kind of symptoms when I had found out I was pregnant with Mars." Vegeta hasn't said anything. He's just palming his mouth while avoiding my gaze. His face is flushed. "You don't have to say anything, Vegeta," I chuckle. "I just want to know if... you'll be there this time."

Vegeta snapped his gaze onto me, and a strange new fire had lit in his eyes. "Of course I will be--" Vegeta snaps. "You think I'm going to leave my wife all alone again?! AND YOU'RE WORKING FROM HOME SO I CAN MAKE SURE YOU WON'T GET HURT, UNDERSTAND?!" I snort and begin to laugh. "Wait till that three-eyed freak gets a load of this-- MY WIFE IS HAVING ANOTHER ONE OF MY CHILDREN!" I can't help but smile at his jealous attitude.

"You know, I never really pegged you to be jealous of someone." I mention cutely.

"I'M NOT JEALOUS!" Vegeta roared. I laugh again and curl into his chest, my arms stretching around his torso. "I just-- don't want that freak fantasizing about my woman..."

I offer Vegeta a reassuring smile before leaning up to kiss him. "Tien isn't like that, so I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, I don't think he means any harm." I shrug. "But then again, it's not his place to worry about my body and how it looks. So don't worry-- I'll have a chat with him if he--"

"You'll do no such thing!" Vegeta barked. "I don't care what that freak says, you're my wife, and now you're pregnant! You're not going to speak with any man unless I'm with you!"

I rub at my head irritably before sighing. "I'm not gonna be able to get out of this, am I? You'll follow me around no matter what."

"You're damn right, I will! I'm not letting my mate get hurt while she's growing my kid!" Vegeta snapped before ushering me into the bathroom. "Now let me help you get ready for bed!"

"All right, all right," I sigh loudly.