"What the fuck are you crying about it this time, boy!?" Vegeta grumbled as Trunks wailed. Vegeta was trying to teach the child to fly, but he had face-planted instead. He picked Trunks up and cringed as he saw blood streaming out of the boy's nose. "Shit! What the hell? That was only a few feet!"
Vegeta growled, but cradled Trunks in his arms, kissed his forehead. "Ow, Papa! Ow!" Trunks said, but nuzzled in against Vegeta's chest. Vegeta used his tank to stanch the flow of blood from Trunks's nose.
Vegeta sighed. Trunks was over a year old, there was no reason for him not to be flying, but the fact that he was getting bloody noses from a little tumble was concerning. Vegeta wondered if there was something wrong with him. "Did you not guard your face, boy?"
"Mean Papa!" Trunks said.
"Don't be a weakling and I wouldn't have to be mean!" Vegeta snarled.
Trunks howled and shoved out of Vegeta's arms. Vegeta assumed that he intended to prove Vegeta wrong and fly. Instead he fell again, landing on his shoulder. It popped loudly and Vegeta said, "Falling hurts, boy, flying doesn't."
Trunks screeched like he was on fire. Vegeta picked him up, verified that he had dislocated his shoulder, and snapped it back into the socket. The woman came sprinting into the "playroom," as she called it. Vegeta was cleaning the remainder of the blood off Trunks's face, lapping at the blood, which made Trunks giggle.
"What the actual fuck, Vegeta!?" the woman shrieked and seized Trunks from him. She fussed over his nose and when he screamed louder when she touched his arm, she continued, "What did you do to him? You can't hit a baby! You can't lick a baby! We have talked about this over and over!"
Vegeta scowled and snorted. "He's not a fucking baby anymore. He isn't a human. He's already running and jumping and strong. He's fine. I didn't hit him. He merely failed to fly. I wasn't licking him like I lick you, I was cleaning him, he had blood on his face. He dislocated his shoulder on the second fall, which is why he's currently carrying on, though it should be fine after I fixed it."
The woman slapped Vegeta. At long last. Vegeta was getting hard from finally getting slapped across the face by the woman he loved. He seized her hand and yanked her against him. "You'll have to wait for nap time for that, woman."
The woman reared back away from him and gave him a look of utter disgust. Vegeta didn't understand. Gods. He just wanted to understand this fucking planet. He had hoped after all these years and so much time with the woman that he would understand. "What does that mean? I'm not going to fuck you during nap time after you abused our baby!"
"What?! Abused? I didn't abuse him! And why did you slap me if you don't want to fuck?" Vegeta said, resisting the urge to pout.
"Fuck!" Trunks cried merrily and Vegeta smirked. At least the boy knew what was important in life.
"Godsdamnit, Vegeta, and now he says fuck thanks to you!"
"You say fuck in front of him all the time!"
"Fuck!" Trunks squeaked again.
"Fine, whatever. Wait, do you think slapping is…foreplay?" the woman asked, her head dropping so far to the side that Vegeta worried about the integrity of her cervical vertebrae.
Vegeta scoffed. "It is foreplay. Isn't it?" Vegeta's bluster went away immediately. Did she slap him for some other reason? "All…all the women in Earth entertainment slap men they later fuck. Is…What…What does it mean?"
"Vegeta! Stop hurting our baby! I tried to be understanding when you first came back since you've never been around babies, but you've been back over a year! You're the one who told my mother to fuck off so you could take care of him when I was working. So stop hurting our baby, damnit!"
"He's not a baby and I didn't hurt him!" Vegeta said, annoyed that she wasn't clarifying the slapping. "Why did you slap me if you don't want to have sex?"
"Do you have a fucking hard-on?"
"Yes. You slapped me!"
The woman started giggling. "Oh my gods, Vegeta. What is wrong with you? Slapping is not fucking foreplay. I was really mad that you hurt Trunks. You hurting our kid is the opposite of a turn-on."
Vegeta's eyebrows crumpled together. He said, "I didn't hurt him. As I said, he's only failing to fly and hurting himself. He'll get the hang of it and one would hope a little pain will motivate him to do it sooner—"
"You think he can't fly because he lacks motivation?" the woman said in a low, husky voice.
Vegeta wanted to respond less enthusiastically to the obvious menace in her tone. He loved when she was fierce with him. The fearlessness in the way she stepped into his space after hitting him. It was all so fucking delicious. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only ten minutes until he usually put Trunks down for his morning nap.
Vegeta cleared his throat. "Why else wouldn't he be flying? He's well over a year old!"
"Vegeta! You fucking asshole!"
"Asshole!" Trunks added, looking grimly at Vegeta. Vegeta glared in return, but Trunks had a stare-down worthy of his father's line, illuminated by his mother's eyes.
"Why am I an asshole for trying to get my son on track developmentally?" Vegeta said.
"He's human! Humans apparently stay babies longer than Saiyans. Are Saiyans honestly flying by a year?"
Vegeta cackled. "If they're slow as hell. Most are flying within a month. The fact that the boy only potty-trained a couple months ago is—"
"Humans don't normally fly at all! Most don't potty train until they're two! You can't keep doing this! You can't keep treating him like he's some kind of failure because he's a fucking hybrid! He's not going to be a full Saiyan just because you want him to be! Don't you remember how little Gohan was when you came to Earth?"
"Size means nothing with regards to strength," Vegeta huffed. He considered though, tapping his chin, and said, "Kakarot's whelp was rather whiny. And a coward. Oh gods…are…are you suggesting that that was because he was a human hybrid? Not because he's from Kakarot's inferior bloodline?" Vegeta had never considered that the boy was so averse to violence because of his mixed blood, he just assumed it was Kakarot's namby-pamby attitude toward killing.
"You know, Goku's my best friend and he just died—"
Vegeta chortled and said, "Yes, again, that man dies regularly. He makes a habit of it."
"You are fucking infuriating! Stop beating our son. Slapping doesn't mean sex. Trunks is human. You're being unrealistic and you're going to give him a complex!"
"You're coddling him and you're going to make him a ninny like Kakarot's boy!"
"Gohan isn't a ninny, he just doesn't revel in bloodshed the way you do! For fuck's sake, Vegeta, surely you're not so ignorant as to not understand that hybrids are different?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Many hybrids are stronger, like your Earth mules. Gohan is exceptionally strong, so Trunks must be as well. Gohan has just been coddled by his shrill mother. I won't allow you to make my son into a whiny bitch. He's strong. He's royal. He's Saiyan. And it's his nap time. Come here, boy, can't you fly?"
Trunks scowled and chirped, "Asshole!"
"Yes, it's still your nap time," Vegeta said and took the boy from Bulma. Vegeta snuffled Trunks's hair, smelling him. It still almost made tears well in his eyes because the scent of his offspring with the woman made him so happy.
Vegeta rocked Trunks for a minute, singing a little Saiyan lullaby, and laid him in his crib. Vegeta was surprised that Trunks respected the crib when he could climb out easily. Perhaps the boy felt safe in his little bed-cage. The woman hung a mobile above it, a model of the solar system with a few erroneous stars glittering between the planets. She told Vegeta it wasn't meant to be educational, it was meant to be aesthetically pleasing. Vegeta didn't understand why it couldn't be both.
Trunks curled up in a little pile, his tiny butt in the air. Vegeta felt a little pang of loss that Trunks had no tail. Another pang, missing his own. He ran a hand over Trunks's back as he nestled in to sleep. Trunks whispered, "Love you, asshole."
"I love you too, little asshole," Vegeta murmured and left the room, clicking on the boy's white noise so he didn't hear anything that might come to pass with the woman. Unfortunately, it seemed she was angry, not horny, and Vegeta was disappointed.
She stood in the hallway outside the playroom and nursery, arms crossed, and frowning. "I mean it, Vegeta, this pressuring him to be stronger or faster or farther along has to stop. He's already extremely advanced for a human child. Most children aren't speaking more than a few disparate words at his age. He speaks in sentences. He already knows you're an asshole!"
"To be fair, it doesn't take many functioning brain cells to know I'm an asshole, woman," Vegeta said with a smirk and caressed her jaw. He leaned and kissed her, pressing her against the wall. His other hand cupped her ass and pulled their hips together. "Don't be mad at me for having high expectations for our son. He's born of Saiyan royalty and human genius and beauty, what better combination of genes could he have?"
She relented and kissed him back. "You and your accidental compliments. Fucker," she whispered and grabbed his ass in turn.
"You want to slap me some more?" Vegeta purred, kissing across her jawline to her ear. He sucked the lobe. "Ride my cock and just slap the shit out of me?"
She laughed and said, "I have work to do, you know."
"You came running all the way up here for nothing, but it doesn't have to be a wasted trip." Vegeta snuck his hand under her dress. "Woman…I believe your claim that you have work is disingenuous. I believe you slapped me with intention." Vegeta smiled against the skin of her neck, sucking the soft skin.
"I slapped you with the intention of hurting you—"
Vegeta's laughter was uncontainable. She smacked his chest. He growled and cupped her breast in the hand that wasn't under her hem.
"You asshole. I'm going back down to work. Because I have no other intentions," she said, but her chest rose and fell fast now.
Vegeta slipped his fingers between her lips. She was slick and wet for him. He massaged her clit while his other hand's thumb brushed back and forth over her nipple. "If you intended only to go to work this morning, why aren't you wearing any of your ridiculous undergarments? I can fuck you right here. I can get you off quickly if you're in such a hurry to get to work." He circled his fingers on her clit, pulsing them fast. "Or I could tease you, drag it out," he murmured, kissing her panting mouth. He pulled his hand away from her clit. He teased the tips of two fingers into her opening. "Your pussy wants me, even if you don't."
"Asshole."
"I can fuck your asshole, if you'd prefer," Vegeta said, grinning against her lips.
She pulled away from him and searched his eyes. "I've…I've never done that."
"Well you'd never fucked an alien before me either, so you obviously don't mind trying new things," Vegeta said, "But I thought you had to get to work. That might require a little foreplay. Unlike if I slide into your pussy. You're soaked. You're even twitching a little for me."
Vegeta shoved his training shorts out of the way to free his prick. The woman didn't answer because she was moaning and panting. He used his cock to stroke her clit, still playing with her nipple with his other hand. She had weaned Trunks so there was no longer any milk to stain her dress, so playing with her this way no longer pissed her off.
"Or…I could fuck you right here, give your sweet pussy what it wants, and then I could carry you to our bedroom, and show you the pleasures of your back door, my love? Hmm?" Vegeta pressed the head of his cock inside her.
"Asshole…" she groaned, but she laughed and continued, "But pussy first."
Vegeta pulled her leg up on his hip as he plunged into her. He knew he had to be careful or he'd break the drywall. He held her full ass-cheek in his hand as he started pumping into her. He grazed his fingertips over her pucker. "Not even on your own?" he whispered.
She shook her head. She cried out as he shifted his angle and found the spot inside her she liked. "Only you rimming me, nothing else. Vegeta, why do you have to be so good at fucking?" she gasped, trying to take him deeper as she threw her legs over his shoulders.
"I wanted to have one redeeming quality," he said, chuckling. He kissed her mouth and continued to run a finger over her pucker. He could tell the new sensation was exciting her.
"Oh gods…Stop…Stop doing that or I'm going to come!" she said.
"I want you to come, woman. I live for it," Vegeta said and pinched her nipple.
"Fuck…" she groaned and he felt her seize on him.
He growled and resisted the urge to bite her flawless skin as he came. She still hadn't asked him to be her mate or even her protector, but he would take what she would give him, even without either honor. He slowed his thrusting, but didn't stop, as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Their bedroom again. They'd slept together every night since his return. He laid her down as he pulled out of her. He shoved her dress up and off. "Even pretending you were going to go work when this is all you're wearing?"
"Like you're one to talk in your tight little shorts and nothing else," she said. She smiled at him and kicked them off.
"I never pretend I don't want to fuck you constantly, woman."
"I'm never pretending that I don't want to fuck you. I just don't want to fuck you, until you start kissing me and touching me. You don't play fair."
"Turnabout, my love," he murmured, kissing her more. He pulled the lube out of their bedside table and said, "Do you want me to show you?"
"Will it feel good for a woman?" she asked, her eyes wide. He could see she was nervous, but smell she was excited too. "I don't have a prostate."
"I am familiar with human female anatomy. Yes. Or, rather, in my past experience with other female species, they have enjoyed it. It has to be done well. More carefully. To start, at least, but you might like enough that you get to where I can rail you," Vegeta said with a smirk as he bent to suck her nipple.
She said, "What do I do?"
"You relax. Tell me if anything isn't good, yes?"
She nodded. Vegeta slathered his fingers in lube and dripped some on her pucker. He shimmied down her body and licked her clit. He suckled it and she squirmed. "Oh gods, Vegeta, oh gods, are…are you gonna do both?"
"I might. I love tasting my seed in your pussy."
"So dirty, Vegeta," she said, laughing breathily.
Vegeta circled his slippery fingers on her tight bud. She was too tense, he knew that much, so he sucked her clit more until she was so focused on that she relaxed. He nudged a fingertip inside her and she breathed, "Oh…"
Vegeta kept sucking and licking her clit as he plunged his finger deeper inside her ass. She moaned as he started shallowly thrusting. She spread her legs up and wide, opening up her pussy and making her ass easier to access. He could feel her trembling the way she did right before she came and he smoothly slid a second finger into her. She gave a high cry and climaxed, clutching at his hair and bashing her pussy against his face.
She pleaded, "Deeper. I want it deeper."
"You want my prick or fingers?"
Her eyes cracked open. "Your dick. I want to try—"
Before Vegeta could even lube his cock, Trunks was wailing down the hall, "Papa! Papa!"
Vegeta wanted to fuck the woman's ass properly the first time they did it this way, not a quickie. So he kissed her and got up. He adjusted his hard-on, washed his face and hands in the bathroom, and said, "Tonight, woman."
She rolled onto her side with a sigh. She said, "Don't hold him up to something he can never hope to be, Vegeta. Don't do that to him too. I hope you can see what that's done to you."
"I only hold him up to what I know he can be," Vegeta said.
As he closed the door behind himself, he heard her say, "You can be a good father, Vegeta. You are a good father. Don't ruin it by pushing too hard. He's a baby."
Vegeta said nothing. He closed the door and strutted down the hall. Trunks would be a wreck until his afternoon nap. He'd only slept for twenty minutes and it wasn't long enough. He normally took at least an hour morning nap.
Vegeta stepped into the nursery and Trunks floated six inches off his little mattress. "Papa! Papa! Flyin'!"
Vegeta smirked. It was almost impossible to push a Saiyan too hard. The woman would see. She would learn. Their son was a prince. The descendant of the strongest race in the universe. The boy would be fine.
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