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Chapter 1: Toys

It was Date night.

Something they had done never.

Vegeta had faithfully stayed by her side throughout her pregnancy, even turning down opportunities to train with Goku and Whis when it became evident that she would be due soon.

It had warmed her heart and touched her more deeply than she could express that he had done that for her. She had not asked him to stay; he had made the decision on his own. Knowing how much training meant to him, the gesture spoke volumes.

She'd given birth to a beautiful baby girl and immediately Vegeta had been taken with her. The parenting experience they shared now was such a stark contrast between what she had experienced with Trunks that it was almost unbelievable that this was the same man.

Here it was though, two years later and they had hardly made any time for each other. They hadn't had a chance to be intimate in a while. Either he had been away training now that Bra wasn't a tiny baby or she had been fully focused on Bra and work. She was only two, but she was already a handful; she took a lot out of Bulma.

So tonight, Bulma decided since Bra was at Gohan and Videl's and Trunks was at Goten's for the weekend, which meant they had an entire weekend to themselves. Tonight would start with a date night and they would go from there. Not to mention she'd planned a few fun adult activities for them as well. When she'd mentioned it to Vegeta, she hadn't needed to be specific with what she'd had in mind.

Lately when one was interested, the other was exhausted; they were like ships passing in that regard. This weekend was the perfect opportunity for them to take for themselves.

For tonight, she had made reservations for them at one of his favourite restaurants they normally ordered in from and then had gone for a walk through one of the cherry blossom festivals that were going on. Nothing complicated or over the top, but it had been nice to go out together for a change, just the two of them. He had changed so much in the time they had been together. They had skipped the dating stage completely and had gone straight to the sheets, had a child and then managed to build a relationship.

In a way, they had done everything completely backwards. She wouldn't change it for the world however.

Here they had now just arrived back home and they were barely inside the compound and he was ready to pounce on her. It flattered her that he still desired her even though she was beginning to show her age and her body still hadn't fully bounced back after having Bra.

Bulma was still the same vain woman, very concerned with her appearance, but it seemed there wasn't enough hours in the day or days in the week to spend time making herself perfect again. However, Vegeta never commented or seemed to notice.

"Woman," he growled at her huskily in his need as they stepped into their apartment, which was an entire floor, completely separate from the rest of the compound. Now that their family had expanded, it has seemed more appropriate for them to have their own, separate area rather than living together directly with her parents.

"Man," she replied, trying to mimic his tone, but failed miserably. Instead, she held a giggle that turned into a snort as she turned around and leaned into his neck, burying her face into his collarbone.

He smirked at her, and her willingness. It had been far too long for either of them. He loved his family, and the idea of having another child to start from scratch, while terrifying, also had been welcomed. That they'd had a daughter had been an additional surprise.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she lead him to the couch. One of his hands wandering up the inside of her top and the other sliding down the front of her pants.

She undid her jeans once they made it to the couch and stepped out of them. She was wearing a fuchsia coloured lace thong.

Vegeta growled in pleasant surprise. Usually her undergarments were blue or black his two favourite colours. He didn't mind the unusual bright, new colour.

She turned around, leaving her top on and leaned back on the couch, letting him pursue and devour her. The feeling of his lips on hers and his hands trying to touch her everywhere, set her afire for him almost instantly.

"Ow!" she exclaimed as she felt something hard dig into her back.

"Sorry," he replied breathlessly against her jaw, slowing his pace down and checking his actions. He was so excited in his need to finally have her again after so long that he forgot that he needed to be gentle with her.

"No," she said. "It's not you," she sat up somewhat and he pulled back to let her manoeuvre. She pulled out a small, hard, plastic building block from the crevice of the couch.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow as she shook her head and carelessly tossed it behind him on the floor somewhere. She whipped her top off since she was sitting up before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning back, taking him down with her.

He kissed her urgently, not taking the time to admire the matching lace bra, his hands gliding along her sides, caressing her soft flesh reverently.

She kneaded her hands into the hard muscles of his back and shoulders; she could never get enough of him and his perfect physique and figured she enjoyed feeling him up possibly more than he enjoyed feeling her up.

As they made out feverishly on the couch, she noticed his enthusiasm and actions seemed to suddenly dim somewhat. "What is it?" she asked, opening her eyes and noticing that he was glaring at something behind her while still trying to focus on kissing the life out of her.

"Nothing," he muttered, but he still seemed distracted.

Frustrated by his sudden lack of amorousness, she arched and strained her back to see what was bothering him. There was a small doll with blue hair sitting on the end table, grinning innocently at them.

"Seriously," she sighed in annoyance at him, taking her hands and placing them on either side of his face so that he was looking right at her and nothing else. "Here. Me. Never mind anything else."

Vegeta bent down and began to kiss her again, bringing his thigh up between her legs and pushing hard into her centre.

She moaned in pleasure as she arched her lower body into him, the sparks of arousal already accumulating in her belly were making her feel warm and flushed all over.

Again, his actions began to dwindle and before she could criticize him for it again, he growled and she heard a loud pop and the instant smell of burned plastic filled the room.

"Vegeta! What the hell?" she scolded him.

"It was distracting me," he replied blandly, groping a breast through her bra, wanting to resume where they had left off. It actually was a very pretty colour against her white skin, he noted.

"Seriously?" she sighed. "That one is her favourite! You couldn't just move it if it bothered you that much?"

"So get her another one," he shrugged, not concerned at all. What had concernedhim was a doll that uncannily resembled his daughter was staring at him as he was trying to do bad things to her mother.

"That doll was a custom order, Vegeta. It will take weeks for another one to get here! Why else would it have blue hair?"

"How should I know?" he asked, getting irritated by this point. "The brat has a million other toys to occupy herself with."

"And you just destroyed the one she will notice missing!"

Vegeta shook his head in annoyance. All this talk of brats and toys was not good for maintaining his erection. Not good at all.

At that he placed his hands on either side of her hips; she groaned at the feel of his hardness poised right at her entrance with the exception that they were both still wearing garments. He surprised her when he stood up and she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly so that she was firmly in place.

He kissed her softly on the mouth a moment before heading out of this room to take her into their bedroom where there were no toys or distractions. He remembered now that this was exactly why they very rarely took their adult activities outside the confines of their bedroom.

"Fucking Kami almighty!" he cursed suddenly, nearly dropping her as he stepped on the hard plastic building block Bulma had tossed away earlier.

"Careful," she said, stifling a giggle.

"It is a little late now!" he snarled, kicking it far from where he was standing that now it was lodged firmly into the wall by the door they had been headed towards. "Laying out children's toys on the floor and making someone walk across the room in barefoot would have been a very practical method for torture during Frieza's rule." He growled bitterly, fixing his firm grip on her before exiting the room to a much safer place for their activities.

Bulma just laughed at him as she clung tightly to him as he carried her away and into their bedroom...

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TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW... ;)

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