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Five Years Later
Smut Warning

Vegeta and Mars sat on their knees with their fearful gazes locked onto the ground. "Does someone want to explain to me why Marble has a black eye?" I ask angrily.

Marble hums. "I'm fine, Mommy," She mentions. "I was just training with daddy and Mars..."

Everyone cowers as my foot begins tapping repeatedly for a response. "Well?" I ask.

"Just... a mishap?" Mars retorts timidly.

"A MISHAP?" I repeat loudly.

"The-- The girl charged in!" Vegeta retorted quickly. "She's still learning, injuries will happen! You didn't throw such a fuss when Mars got his first injury..."

My foot continues to tap against the ground. "Mommy?" Marble hums. I gaze down at her and grimace. That large bruise just didn't sit well on her sweet face. "It really was my fault... Besides, it didn't even hurt! Mars hits like a baby!"

"Hey!" Mars retorts angrily. He flinches back to his cowering position as I turn my glare onto him.

I sigh out and palm her head. "Be careful next time, Marble..." I state softly. "No more injuries to either of you, understand?" I snap. "Vegeta, if I so much as see another hair out of place from either of them, I'll be coming after you."

Vegeta's throat locked up as he fought from fighting back. "Do you really think either of them know how to hold back?! Two Saiyan children with unrestrained potential, I'll be destroyed if I let my guard down!"

I narrow my eyes and hum irritably. "Don't. Make me say it again. No. More. Injuries." I reiterate sharply.

"Man, mommy sure is scary when she wants to be..." I hear Marble mention as I leave the gravity room.

Vegeta is right behind me by the time I get back to my office. "Will you stop following me?" I ask angrily.

"Not until you realize that I will not purposely hurt our children. Marble charged in at the wrong time and got the brunt of an attack Mars had angled towards me." Vegeta shoots back. "She's still learning when to attack and when to stay out of the way."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. "You know, I'm starting to think maybe we should've waited on training Mars and Marble. Five just seems like it's too young." I retort.

"You can't restrain a child with Saiyan blood, fighting is apart of who were are! If they were more like you, I'd understand your hesitation about their training!" Vegeta explains.

"They're still children!" I snap. "It's a great hobby, and it's good to teach them self defense, but they're not soldiers! Stop drilling them as if they are!"

"You infuriating woman!" Vegeta roared before pushing me up against my desk. "You're really testing my patience!"

"Your patience! My daughter comes into the office wondering where the ice pops are, and I see a big, fat, ugly bruise on her face! You're testing my patience!" I shoot back.

Vegeta roars and smashes his mouth against mine, shoving my legs apart and grasping at my hips. "You're making me crazy! Even after all these years, you're still as infuriating as the day I met you!"

My heart thumps painfully as I swat at his arm. "You're such an asshole!" I hiss before I melt under his touch. "God, I love you so much." I hum softly.

Vegeta groaned into my neck as I dug my nails into his shoulders. "I'll... Be more careful with training them..." He grumbles as his hands tug at my pants. I nod breathlessly and tip myself backwards, gazing down at his cock as he frees it from the confines of his battle suit. He shoves himself inwards with one sharp thrust just as the door rattles with knocking. My lips purse to stave off that initial whimper burning in my throat.

"Mommy, can Mars and I keep training?" Marble's voice rings out. "Daddy ran off somewhere, so Mars thought we should ask you!"

I cleared my throat delicately. "Y-Yes, baby-- That's fine! Be careful!"

"All right, she said yes!" Mars' voice rings out. "C'mon, Marble! Let's go turn the gravity machine back on!"

Vegeta grumbles irritably and leans against my shoulder. "We need to be quick," I mention softly. "Who knows how high they'll set it..."

Vegeta growls. "Don't focus on that, Mara--" Vegeta snaps as he shunts himself deeper. My eyes nearly cross as his cockhead presses up against my G-Spot perfectly. "Once I finish satisfying my wife, I'll go make sure they aren't being reckless." I nod quickly and grasp at Vegeta's arms as he starts thrusting against me.

Slick, squelching noises filled the room. My teeth latched over my lower lip as I gazed at my husband. I'll never get tired of his delirious expressions. "Harder," I hum softly, the pads of my fingers rubbing furious circles into my clit. "Please, I need it~"

Vegeta's brow twitched violently before his body flickered with golden energy. With his lustful gaze suddenly bright blue, I locked my legs around his waist as he doubled in size. The pleasurable stretching sensation ricocheted through my body as I began spouting out mindless praises. Vegeta tugs my hand away from my aching clit and slams it against the desk as he pulls my legs upwards, towards my belly. Vegeta kneels onto the desk as he pounds into me. He's got a wide delirious grin over his face. "That's right, Mara-- Keep squeezing my cock like that! I'll fill you up as many times as you want! I'll give you all the children you'll ever want!"

My eyes cross as I cum around his engorged cock. He doesn't even flinch as he powers through the constant convulsing. That familiar chill begins seeping through my body as my release splatters against his pelvis and onto the desk. "Keep going--" I cry out as I drag my nails down his back. I don't know whether or not I'm leaving marks. My release splatters against his pelvis again before Vegeta finally growls out in release, his cock twitching violently against the very tip of my cervix.

"I'm not done with you!" Vegeta growls deliriously as he spreads my legs out. My eyes cross again as he starts pounding into my quivering core again. My desk is creaking below us until there's a very loud, audible crack echoing through the room. Vegeta halts as we stare at one another through our hazy gazes before I let out a shrill yelp as the desk gives way underneath us. Vegeta grumbles irritably as his body returns to normal. I lean up slightly from the position Vegeta put us in to avoid injury. "Sorry..." He grumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

"That's the third desk this month, Vegeta. Why do you always corner me in my office? We have a nice big bed we can have sex in." I mention irritably. Vegeta's cock twitches inside of me as his face flushes even darker from his previous sex reduced delirium.

"J-Just-- Shut up and ride me, will you?" Vegeta snaps as he grasps at my thighs.

I grumble irritably before leaning forward, my palms pressing against his chest while my hips roll against his. I usually never get the control with sex. It always felt less pleasurable than having Vegeta lose control, but I enjoyed seeing him unravel from my gentle pace. His eyes are shut as he grunts and groans. Vegeta's dark eyes reopen and he lets his gaze swerve down to press his thumb against my aching clit. "W-Wait--" I stammer softly as my hips falter in their pace. "I'm so close, I don't wanna finish yet," I whimper.

"It's okay," Vegeta mutters as he rubs soft circles into my clit. "I'm almost-- I'm almost there." I nod breathlessly and cum around his cock, drawing out a sinful moan from my husband. With his head angled back, I feel his seed pool within me.

I gasp out softly and lean against his heaving chest. "I love you," I hum softly as I press my palms against his chest. "You should go check on the kids..."

Vegeta grumbles. "They'll be fine... Let me stay here with you for a while..." Vegeta hums as he rolls us onto our sides.

"Then take me to the bed," I retort. "We're in the middle of a broken desk."

Vegeta gazes around at the wood surrounding us before withdrawing himself from me. I wince slightly before blowing out a soft breath of relief. The bed feels so comforting against my warm skin as we finally relax in our cooled sheets. "Are you all right? You aren't hurt?" Vegeta asks as he runs his palms over my body.

I nod. "Yeah... I'm just tired... I keep telling you, I'm stronger than you think." Vegeta kisses my forehead and trails his palms through my hair.

"I love you, Mara," Vegeta hums after a beat of silence. I hum in response and start peppering kisses against his face. "I'll go check on the kids..."

"Thank you..." I murmur before sitting up slowly. "We should take a day off." I mention. "Send the kids off to Chi-Chi's for a day and just relax. What do you think?"

Vegeta flushes and nods. "Yeah..." He grunts before kissing me again and leaving the room.

~*****~

Later that day, I finally get a moment to enjoy the breeze outside. "Mommy!" Marble chimes as she exits the house. "Look who's here!"

I turn my gaze over my shoulder at the tall boy standing with Mars and Marble. "Gohan, what a surprise~" I hum happily. "Do you need another disguise?" I ask eagerly.

"U-Uh, no... Actually, I'm being black mailed, but this time, it's by Videl Satan, and it's to participate in the World Martial Art's Tournament." Gohan mentions as an embarrassed flush covers his face.

I hum lightly. "Videl, huh?"

"Yeah, she's a classmate of mine at Orange Star High School." Gohan explains. "She's nice. Always fighting crime like I am. She's a good girl, but I've never met anyone as obstinate and pushy as she is-- except for my mom. And, now that she knows who I am, she's determined to show that she's stronger than me by beating me in the tournament."

I hum again. "So, she's mean and pushy, huh?" I chuckle. "Is she mean to just you, or to everyone?"

"Just to me!" Gohan exclaims.

I chuckle again. "Oh, I see..."

"Yeah, ever since I showed up as the Saiyaman, she's been hounding me and say that she wouldn't rest until she unmasked me. And she's not the type of girl that you can keep a secret from."

"Well, it seems to me like Videl really likes you." I explain impishly. "I hate to say it, but sometimes girls act mean to the boys they like. Why don't you try asking her on a date? That might get her off your back. Well, from exposing you it will, but I think she'll just fall harder for you."

"Nope. I tried that, but she's not interested. I think she just wants to beat me up." Gohan reiterates. "I think I'm gonna have to participate, but the thing is, they don't allow headgear in the tournament, and ever since you started supplying the gear, they only want fighters dress in Lush Corp products. I need a new disguise!"

I hum in through. "Well the helmet is kinda lame." Marble mentions.

"Yeah, it's stupid," Mars agrees.

"Videl said it looked like a trashcan." Gohan mentioned.

"Well, Bulma did make it for you," I retort bitterly. "I'm so hurt that you went to her for your fashion needs." I reiterate. "But if you insist, I can put something together you can wear during the tournament. I've already got the participation contract copies in. As long as my logo is visible somewhere on the outfit, you shouldn't receive any hassle. Come with me." I stride past him and into the house. Gohan stops at the sight of my destroyed desk and opens his mouth. "Say anything, and I'll make sure you wear something completely idiotic for your fight." I explain quickly. Marble giggles before grasping a pair of sunglasses from one of the shelves.

I pull out a roll of white cloth and make a few cuts before handing it over. "Here, try this on-- and those." I mention to Marble wearing the sunglasses she'd found. Gohan plucks them off of her and places then onto his face.

Gohan turns to the mirror and grins. "This is great! I love it! Now that's what I call style! Hey! What do you think, you two? Pretty cool, huh?"

Mars just hummed. "Yeah... It's great, if you like looking like a total geek, that is."

"Mars," I scold. "Anyway, I think it looks great. But make sure you like it. Your face is gonna be plastered everywhere once you win runner up."

"Runner up?" Gohan asked.

"That's right," Vegeta's voice rings out from behind me. Gohan lifted his glasses and hums in confusion. "You forget, boy, so long as Mara is hosting this tournament, I intend on winning it."

"Mom, mom--" Mars exclaims. "Can I join the tournament!"

"Yeah! I wanna enter, too!" Marble adds.

I chuckle as I try to calm them down. "I think I'll enter, too!" A familiar voice rings out.

"Dad! Dad, is that you?" Gohan exclaims.

I hum in surprise. "Oh, wow! Goku! Hey, this time you gotta wear my gear! It's mandatory!" I exclaim cheerfully.

"Aw shucks, Mara, anything for you!" Goku laughs. "It's good to hear from you, Son!"

"So you're really allowed to come back?!" Gohan asked.

"Yeah, I'm allowed to come back for one day! Baba checked it out for me. It appears I have a little credit!" Goku exclaims. "I'm excited! I can't wait to see everyone! Tell your mom that I'm coming back! For one whole day!"

"Yeah!" Gohan cheered.

"He's flipped, dad." Mars mentioned to his father.

"Do you think he hit his head or something?" Marble asks.

"No, kids, his father's coming back." Vegeta retorted smugly. "Even I'm excited, Kakarot, at having another chance at defeating you."

"We'll see. I guess anything's possible," Goku retorted just as smugly. "Miracles do happen."

"Miracles, huh? Oh, I can't wait." Vegeta jeered.

"This is great," I sigh delicately. "After you go tell your mother, you should go see Roshi-- Krillen will be over the moon when he finds out about this."

"Definitely!" Gohan grinned.

"Who's he?" Mars asks.

"An old friend, Mars. Oh, hey, Vegeta! If you're gonna compete, you should wear a disguise! Maybe something like mine!"

"If you think I'm going to have my husband prancing around in something like that, you've certainly lost your mind." I exclaim.

"No kidding! I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing!" Vegeta agreed in disgust.

"Now, make sure you tell everyone I said hi, got it?" I mention as Gohan opens up a window.

"You got it! Thanks a lot, Mara! You always come through for me!" Gohan praised before taking off.

Mars hummed in disappointment. "Aw man... I hope he comes back soon..."

Marble gazes off after Gohan and pushes out her lower lip. "Yeah..." She agrees.

After dinner, I gaze down at my two kids pleading desperately. "Absolutely not," I retort quickly. "Neither of you are competing!"

"But mom! Dad's gonna compete! And so is Gohan! Why can't we?!" Mars whines.

"Yeah, why can't we?!" Marble echoed.

"Mars. Marble." Vegeta quickly intervened. "Get to the Gravity Chamber."

"Hey--" I quickly snap. The kids are running out of the kitchen as Vegeta corners me against the counters. "You can't undermine me when it comes to these decisions!"

"I'm not. There's a junior division, isn't there?" Vegeta retorts. "Our children are stronger than those other children, you don't have to be worried about them getting hurt."

"Vegeta, if that's the case, then they would fight each other, and I'm worried that it'll get out of control." I explain desperately. "Mars is headstrong like you, and Marble can't control the energy she puts out yet. Not to mention, they're both competitive. Who knows how far they'll go to beat each other?"

"If it means that much to you, I'll make sure they're ready. If you're not convinced by the time the tournament starts, then I'll be the one to tell them they can't enter." Vegeta compromises. I grumble irritably and sigh.

"Fine. But if either of them are having any trouble whatsoever, I will intervene. Got it?" I snap.

Vegeta waves his hand and kisses me. "Whatever. Why don't you go relax, I'll put the kids to bed later."

I nod gratefully and stretch my arms upwards. "Okay... Good night, then."

He hums in response before exiting the house to the gravity chamber outside.