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Six Months Later
Smut Warning

Vegeta grimaced at Eschalot. The poor man, he's been cornered by the active little infant too many times this week. Although she can't stand or crawl very well, she always scoots towards him and glowers at him as if he'd insulted her. "Mara, stop laughing and get her before I drop the food again!" Vegeta exclaimed, his hands balancing the bowls of food he'd gotten for the twins.

I really can't help it. Eschalot is loud, and assertive with stuff that she wants, especially food. Elara was the complete opposite, and I was extremely happy at least one of our children had no Saiyan attributes that our other kids had. She tended to stay on her play blanket with her blocks and toys.

Eschalot made another indignant sound when Vegeta attempted to step over her, her tail wrapping around his calf in an attempt to topple him. "Eshie, come here," I coo softly. Her carmine eyes finally snap from Vegeta and she beams. "You're such a good baby, aren't you!" I coo at her again and she takes the bait and scoots across the ground to reach me. Elara perks up and scoots over, obviously jealous at the attention I'd shown her sister.

Vegeta let out a sigh of relief and finally sat on the ground with us and handed a bowl to me. "That girl is too headstrong." Vegeta mentions as Eschalot crawls into my lap and literally digs her hands into her food. Elara waits patiently for Vegeta to feed her, something I know he appreciates, even if he won't say it out loud.

"Hey, mom," Mars hums as he enters the living room. "Can I go to Goten's?"

"Did you clean your room?" I retort. He pales and rubs at the back of his head. "Why don't you go clean that first, and then you can go. And if I go up there, and it's not cleaned when you leave, you're not getting dessert for a month."

"Yes, ma'am!" Mars chirps enthusiastically before bolting back up the stairs. He doesn't pay any attention to Marble, who's gazing into the room.

I laugh a little before nodding. "Yes, you can go, too."

Marble beams and enters the room to hug me. "Thanks, mom!" She chirps.

Vegeta grumbles irritably as the girl runs from the room. "I feel like I'm not even here sometimes." He mentions.

"That's because you're frowning all the time. I think Elara is the only one who's obsessed with you." I remark snidely. Which was true enough. The gentle infant would constantly vie for his attention, and to be frank, I got jealous when she did. Because I no longer existed to her when Vegeta was around. "She's a daddy's girl, that's for sure."

Vegeta let his lips lift into a smirk. "She's the only one? My poor wife must feel neglected if that's how she feels."

It had been months since we had sex. Of course, I needed to recover from the delivery, but we stopped having sex when I'd gotten to my sixth month of pregnancy. I wanted nothing to do with it, and nowadays, my body began to respond to his so naturally, I'd started working out to tone my body up from the multiple children softening it. It worked well enough. My body still held all the evidence of child rearing, like stretch marks and cellulite. But nothing would get rid of the pudge from my belly. "I haven't been neglected," I retort snidely. "You've been nothing short of perfect these past few months. It's hard taking care of four children, but I'm thankful you're helping as much as you can between your training schedule."

Vegeta hums as he gazes at me before setting Elara's bowl on the ground in front of her. She takes her opportunity and digs into her food without abandon.

~*****~

Thankfully the twins had shown no problems with their tails. Vegeta had accounted that the Empathian genetics were interfering with the Great Ape transformation. Thankfully. I'd gotten so panicked when I'd found them awake and alert one night, the curtains wide open with the full moon on full display.

My back felt so much better after they finally went down for the night. "Vegeta, the girls are down, want to have a cup of wine with me?"

I don't hear an answer at first, not until I enter our bedroom to find him. He's just lounging on one of our reading chairs, a book balanced on his knee as he gazes at me. "Come here." He orders after tossing the book back into it's spot on the shelf besides him. Something unfurls in my gut and I hesitate for the second time in our relationship. "Mara." He warns, his posture tightening.

"Look, I know you're not going to recoil at my body, but I'm... well, I'm not comfortable in my skin right now." I explain meekly. I palm at my belly and pinch at the pudge.

Vegeta stands up and approaches me, and for a moment, I wonder if I'd offended him. "Woman, how many times have I ravaged your body and spilled my seed inside of it?" I don't answer it. It was an impossible answer. Thousands of times, maybe. That and the fact that would accuse me of actually counting. "I don't think your body is disgusting. It just shows how perfect you are. Now quit complaining and let me have you." I can't bring myself to nod, but a tremble rushes through me as I feel that familiar heat bloom in my core. "Don't think, Mara." He orders and lifts me up. I can't help the flush that crawls up my neck when my legs are forced to cling around his slim hips. Any normal man would've stumbled at the added weight, but Vegeta treated me as if I weighed nothing. Like a dainty little woman. I'd never been small in my life-- sure, I was slim, but never dainty.

My back met the bed and I reluctantly released my hold on his hips, and clutched at the blanket below me, waiting patiently for my husband to show me how much he appreciated my body.

With a sharp tug, Vegeta rips my shirt from my torso. A low grunt escapes his throat. "Gorgeous," He grunts as he smooths his palms up my sides and front. My lips parted with a yelp as I'm suddenly flipped to my front.

"Vegeta--" I complain. My insides clench up when Vegeta slaps the curve of my ass, a growl rumbling in his chest as he kneads at the tingling flesh. "What'd I say about that--" My words are cut off by another sharp smack against the flesh of my ass. Heat kept pooling in my core, melting the hesitance from my mind bit by bit.

My skin is tingling violently as Vegeta finally peels my jeans from over my hips and tosses them over the side of bed. I'm once again shunted back in time when I feel Vegeta latch his teeth over the curve of my hip, a possessive growl escaping his throat. "I'm going to make sure you remember just how attractive I find you, Mara." Vegeta growled. "Your insides will be begging for a reprieve. I'm going to fill you up to the brim-- fill you with another child."

At this point, I began to wonder if he'd already gotten that crazed look. I turned my gaze around my shoulder, my teeth tugging at my lower lip. "I'm not going to get pregnant again. You can try if you want, but the only thing that'll happen is a mess." I explain irritably.

Vegeta snorted and angled my right leg forward before he shred my panties. "You said that before, too. Now you've got four children."

My lips pulled into an irritated frown. He wasn't wrong. Each time we'd had sex, I took precautions, but it always failed. My thoughts are cut off when I feel Vegeta's fingers scrape against my sensitive clit-- sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body.

"You'd better not hold back those sounds, got it? I want to hear just how good you feel." Vegeta growled, spearing his fingers deep into my core, scraping against that spot that he knows so intimately. Just before I can slip over that ravine, Vegeta's fingers withdraw, drawing a low whine from my throat.

"Why do you always stop just when I'm about to-- oh my god--" I whine loudly as he suddenly shunts his cock into my core, pulling me straight back to that edge. "Move-- Please, move--" I whimper, trying to shunt my hips back for friction.

"Stay still," Vegeta warned, his fingers gripping at my hips with a bruising force. My orgasm remains right on the edge. I think I might go crazy if he doesn't move soon. "You're--" I can hear his teeth grinding for a moment before he blows out a tight breath. "You're tighter than I anticipated. You feel too good." My insides flutter in anticipation, drawing another groan from his throat.

I crash over the edge at that first initial thrust-- it tears through me and loosens every muscle in my body, spreading me over the bedspread, hips arched up as if I can't get enough of the brutal pace he's set. "You're s'good," I whimper, my thighs spreading further to pull him deeper. "S'deep--"

"Stop talking," Vegeta orders with a growl, his teeth latching onto my shoulder for a moment. "I'm not going to last long if you do that."

"I love you--" I murmur, my insides convulsing harder. Just as I hear Vegeta growl in release, the baby monitor sparks to life, snapping me out of the lust filled haze I'd been shoved into.

"Let them cry it out," Vegeta mentioned irritably, his hips still shaking against mine. "You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

"But-- But--" I whimper, my legs trembling against the blankets. Vegeta grunts and tugs himself out to flip me onto my back. I can hear both Eschalot and Elara crying through the baby monitor, and it flushes any arousal I'd been feeling. But he doesn't release me. And just as he'd said, they stopped crying and everything settled into silence.

"See?" Vegeta hummed, his mouth still burning against my throat. "Now let me have my fill of you." I grumbled irritably before I let myself relax into his embrace.

~*****~

"Gosh, she sure is a bruiser." Goku commented as he tried stepping around her and her sneaky tail. "She's Vegeta's all right."

"Shut your mouth." Vegeta snapped, his hand angling a bottle for Elara to finish while Eschalot was distracted.

Goku just laughed. "Don't be rude, Goku." Chi-Chi warned. "At least Vegeta knows how to give a baby a bottle. Come on, Mara, just one day I'd like to have a husband who's considerate and helps with the kids."

I grimaced. "No thanks, Goku's cute and all--"

"Cute?" Vegeta echoed irritably.

"But I'm so not going to deal with his nonsense on a daily basis." I ignore Vegeta.

"C'mon, you two, don't be so mean!" Goku whined, and fell to the ground as Eschalot finally managed to trip him up with her tail.

Vegeta perked up and smirked as the irritable infant grasped at Goku's shirt, and tugged, babbling wildly at him. "Eshie," I scold lightly before scooping the infant up. Eschalot just cooed in appreciation and cuddled into my chest.

"She's just a cutie," Chi-Chi hummed affectionately.

"Can I hold her?" Goten asked curiously.

"I wouldn't," Mars retorted. "She hit me pretty hard the other day."

Marble giggled. "Elara is the sweet one. But she's so attached the dad, it's hard to pull her away when he's not training." Marble stated.

Gohan laughed. "Seriously strange-- you and Mars couldn't stand Vegeta as babies!" Vegeta didn't say anything, but I could feel his irritation rising. "Maybe it's because she's like you, Mara."

I chuckled. "You should've seen his face when they were born. He was hoping for one that looked like him."

"That's enough," Vegeta groaned. "If you're done bothering them, it's time for their naps!" Elara flipped her bottle upwards and caught him on the chin with a whining protest.

"Don't be too loud, it scares her." I remind him as I scoop Elara from his arms. She settles onto my chest with Eschalot.

Goku chuckled. "Hey, when are you planning on starting their training?" Goku asked as I trailed towards the stairs.

"No training until they're five--" I say over my shoulder. "No exceptions."

"Aw, but Mara! Eschalot will need the outlet!" Goku whined.

I don't bother to continue to arguing. "All right, let's change your butts and get you settled." I hum to the twins as I set them on their respective changing tables.