Chapter 3: Second base?

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I know I didn't update last weekend but there was a reason for that. Guess what guys? I finished my Trunks Cosplay and went to the Comic Con Germany with it! I even bought a whole set of Dragonballs for the shootings. (And a Dragonball necklace of the same kind I wrote for Bulma with the difference that I had four stars in it XD But I couldn't find Trunks' sword, neither as keychain, nor as real weapon in the sword selling booths. I'll make it myself then ^^)

summary: Goten teases Trunks a little and Vegeta gets more and more annoyed by all the human courtship nonsense. Trunks and Mai both want to go beyond kissing but are too afraid to admit it.

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Bulma added a couple of new photographs into the album when she noticed that one of the books was not where it should've been on the shelf. She pulled it out and opened it. The matriarch was the only one who actually looked at them from time to time yet she continued the custom anyway. This was her way of keeping the treasured memories in honor.

After flipping through the pages, she finally found the spot where a picture was missing. A tear formed in her eye when she remembered the moment. The photo had been taken right after Trunks' birth. Her hair was in complete disarray and the makeup around her eyes smeared over her cheeks. You never looked more beautiful. Those had been Vegeta's words when he had cradled his mate and child. The father had not been the focus of the image so the only parts visible of his face were the proud smile and the bit of blond hair that indicated what he had achieved to be with her in this most crucial moment in her life. Her Prince…

She wondered why that picture had been taken. There were still a few more left, showing Bulma feeding the newborn or Trunks laying in his crib. The woman knew who had taken it, the question was: Why?

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Trunks made an effort of displaying the keychain while opening his locker. He had changed the combination lock to a keylock once he had a reason for keys in general. He never needed transportation or a house key. Flying and his mother's security system took care of that, but he wanted to wear it, show it off.

"Oh, that's awesome Trunks," Goten exclaimed in amazement.

Yep, his plan had worked. "I know, right? I got it from Mai. It's a miniature of my future self's sword."

"Oh, that's cute." Goten's only defense against losing this battle about pride was mockery. "So, is the lifetime virgin finally sowing his wild oats?"

"What?" The lavender haired man snapped his head hard enough for his neck to emit a loud crack.

"Tell me. How is she in bed? For a girl being among your family and especially Vegeta during her childhood, she must have some serious kinks. Did you already have her in your dad's gravity chamber? Boy, that must suck for him, smelling the musk of your…" Goten attacked him with questions.

"Shut up! She's not like that!" Or maybe… The thought alone made him growl with need. He knew his parents sometimes used the room in that way. Mostly to have privacy but for Vegeta this must hold such a thrill. This was his domain, his realm. A smirk spread on his face before he could prevent it. Yes, that actually sounded quite interesting.

"Ah, she's more of a flower girl then, ey? I've had those too but they're quite boring after a while. Especially because you can't let go with them. They don't respond well to the stuff we Saiyans like, right?"

What the hell was the idiot talking about? Trunks could feel his head spinning. Now he understood why his father was always so frustrated when talking to Goku. The whole family had lost it. Maybe the hit to the skull Goku had taken as a baby passed along the following generations. "Unlike you, I am in control of my urges. I would never treat Mai the way you do with the girls you change weekly!"

"Man, calm down. I was just kidding." Goten scratched his head and knew he had gone too far. "I'm happy for you two. Make the best of it, but don't let her wait forever, okay? Your future version didn't look like he had ever gotten beyond second base with her. And that Mai appeared a bit frustrated by that when he wasn't looking."

"How would you know? We were both kids during the time!" Trunks snapped at him.

"I was a very precocious kid" Goten answered and hit his friend on the shoulder playfully. "Come on, the next lesson has already begun."

"Yeah, whatever. Try not to seduce the last girl in class you haven't bedded yet." Trunks threw at him before starting to run after him. He didn't want to have detention, especially not since Mai was home from work early.

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A new step in their relationship, Trunks could feel the pride inside him swelling to new heights. The kiss had been over sooner than he'd liked, but it had been a real, proper one. Not something a relative or friend of the family would do, but a kiss that promised for more to come.

Trunks was sure his mother had set the entire situation up. She had left a movie, a year's worth of popcorn and a bottle of wine for them before Vegeta had flown her off to Kami knew where. A sigh escaped him because he knew they were having fun at a desolate place where they could really let themselves go. Instead of feeling shame he now felt envious.

His father had started to mock him during their training and it drove him insane. As retaliation Trunks had kicked him below the waistline. It may have seemed like a good thought at the time but in hindsight a crucial mistake because Vegeta had beaten the living shit out of him afterward. But damn, it had been worth it.

Pushing the thought of his parents coupling all night and competing with his father to the side, he wrapped his arm tighter around Mai and breathed in her scent. Nothing had ever smelled better, and he knew she wasn't using soap or shampoo with too much perfume. It was almost entirely and purely her. It made his blood sing. He pressed a kiss on top of her head while the movie credits started to roll. Quite frankly, he had no idea what the plot of the stupid thing had been. The moment Mai had sat down next to him reality around him had faded. All he had been able to focus on was how she had leaned against him.

Was this the night they would get to the next base? He could feel his inner more primal self start to rejoice at the idea, but he pushed it back down. They weren't there yet. He would wait.

Mai had done everything to not look at how his trousers outlined the shape of his… thing. But it was almost impossible when she was this close. She hoped the kiss from before was statement enough that she wanted more. For weeks they had been tip-toeing around each other and Mai was sick of it. How much more should she do? Was it too blunt to ask him not to wear his pajamas? Going by the information she had gathered, Saiyans had a much higher metabolism which increased their natural body temperature. They didn't need clothes to sleep in, even rejected them. He had been wearing them purely for her comfort, and it annoyed her. A stray hand had sometimes wandered over his strong chest, feeling the muscles beneath the cloth. She had veiled it well, appearing as if she'd been asleep. And he'd bought it, too well… Damn this idiot. Tonight she'd put her hand somewhere else and feel whether or not he wanted it. But Mai already knew she wouldn't have the guts to try. Being at the end of her wits she decided to just enjoy his closeness. One day he might get it.

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Vegeta shut down the gravity room and took a deep breath. Proud of finally finishing Bulma's newest simulation, he reveled in the moment before his eyes wandered to the hatch where he kept some of his more private belongings. He took off one glove and opened it before pulling out a flat, elegant object. It was a frame adorned with the royal crest and writing in the Saiyan tongue. Vegeta still wondered where the girl had learned the language. He'd taught his wife, and in her typical fashion, she had documented it and created a dictionary. Mai must have gotten a copy of the file and taught herself. Oh, the Prince was already curious how his son might react if she whispered something in the ages old language to him. The boy had never been good when it came to vocabulary but after hearing a few vulgar slurs of his father he had started to learn the basics, enough to understand when they spoke in the heat of passion.

Pushing that thought aside, he put the frame before him on the console and looked at the picture he had snatched from one of Bulma's albums. It was the only one with him in it during those early months. He hadn't known they used that little object to take pictures, so he had been unprepared. The smile visible in the corner of the image was… maybe the first time he had ever been inclined to use that facial expression without it involving his arrogance or selfish pride. That smile had been for her, the woman who had just given birth to his heir. That day had changed him forever although it had taken him a while to finally accept it.

With his finger barely touching the glass he traced the outlines of her face on the photograph. His Queen. She looked so weary but happy. A battle well fought and won. He'd been so proud of her in that moment. For months he had rejected the thought of fathering a child with her that he'd only considered the consequences once he's seen her at the end of her strength, starting to doubt herself. But then… What many Saiyan women couldn't do because it was beyond them, she'd survived. His feisty, vulgar earthling. When having Trunks' fingers wrapping around his pinky he'd realized how much power the tiny boy had inside of him. Vegeta didn't even want to imagine what she'd went through with all the kicking inside her pregnant belly...

And then there was their son. The heir he'd never thought he'd have, with that same scowl contorting his brows as the only resemblance. That ridiculous hair. The boy had looked so… un-Saiyan at first sight but had proven to be a worthy Prince to his race. The product of Saiyan and human conception was truly remarkable. The brat didn't even grasp what powers still lay dormant inside of him. When there was a moment he had to prove his strength he'd rise above anything Vegeta had ever thought within his own grasp. After years of studying Saiyan offspring he had found a link between the powers of a Saiyan the moment he'd sired a child and the product of such couplings. If Bulma were still able to have another child when he used his Super Saiyan Blue form… The result would be beyond imagination. But well, that was what his son was there for, right? He had mastered it in his adolescent years and would surely sire a child able to battle a real god. The thought widened the proud smile on his face. He couldn't wait to see it. But - making sure his image was protected - he would urge to boy to wait.

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The day Mai announced she had found her own apartment made Trunks almost gnarl with anger. He needed her close to him. The instinct to protect her at all times was overpowering.

Luckily, she rarely actually stayed there. That was the upside at least. Half the time she slept over at Capsule Corp. yet to his annoyance it was more like a sleepover for kids than what he actually wanted it to be.

Tonight's kind of evening was the type he hated. She wasn't going to be here. After a few nights without her in his bed he had realized that sleep was an impossibility when she was not in his arms. He constantly searched for her ki in the distance in case she needed his help, his protection.

Trunks swallowed down his exasperation and tried to enjoy the last few minutes with her. He knew kisses were a way of showing his intentions and true feelings. Hopefully he had gotten good enough by now.

"Eeew, you're disgusting, Trunks." Bulla announced from the doorway as she saw her brother kissing his girlfriend goodbye. What was the point of the interaction anyway? He flew her back to her house every time - after their goodbye kiss. So they had to do it all over again. What a pointless gesture.

Trunks felt his cheeks blush while his lover buried her head in his chest to stifle a laugh. "Shouldn't you be in bed already?"

"You know I can't sleep when there is too much emotional turmoil disturbing the kis in this place. And you, today, have been the main reason for that. So finally grow some balls and tell…"

"Bulla, that is enough. Go to bed before your father gets down here. We all know how this will end then." The mother shushed her from the stairs.

"Shall we?" Trunks said with an exasperated voice.

"Can you fly me again?" Mai asked with a wide grin. She loved the feeling of it. Entirely relying on his strong grasp while the buildings passed beneath them.

"Oh, is that what you call it nowadays?" The daughter remarked with a snarky tone resembling that of her father's.

"Bulla!" Trunks whined.

Mai couldn't help but grin. He was so cute. "It's alright. Let her. Actually, you know what? She's jealous."

"I am not! That relationship nonsense is disgusting!" Bulla shouted at them in the words her father normally used but the blush on her skin betrayed her.

"Will you brats stop your bickering?! I am trying to meditate here!" Vegeta growled from upstairs. No, he hadn't been. He had waited for Bulma to finally join him in bed, but he was a better liar than his daughter, so...

"Go!" Bulma urged her son and his girlfriend.

They barely made it out before Vegeta entered the hallway. "Leave your brother alone. He has enough issues with foolish human mating rituals as it is, and it is certainly no reason to be jealous."

"Argh, but dad!" Bulla stomped her foot on the ground.

"What? You want to waste your time on a weak male courting for your attention? I'll make sure to rip off his cock before I slit his throat. There isn't a man on this planet worthy enough for my Princess." Vegeta stated in a serious tone as if he meant it. He did.

Bulma merely shook her head at his statement and sighed.

"Oh, so that's how it is. No man on earth is good enough for me. Well, I should have known my expectations were too low. Thanks for the hint, dad" Bulla snapped at him. "Maybe I'll just use Shenron to wish myself the perfect Saiyan mate, or even better, ask Whis and Beerus to arrange a meeting with the strongest god in the universe. How about that?"

Vegeta paled at her statement. Kami knew the girl had the arrogance to demand it. His daughter…

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"Why does she even have her own place when they spend most of their nights here, anyway?" Vegeta seethed. This was all so pointless.

"Because they don't want the rest of the family to walk in on them." Bulma answered with a grin.

"He should be proud of his masculinity. They haven't even done it yet." The Prince pressed his face into the pillow as if attempting to block out the scent that was by now everywhere on the compound. Didn't the boy sense it? She was begging him to do it, and he in return instinctively spread his own pheromones around to attract the female. It was hell living amongst them.

"Give them time. That's how humans date and develop their relationship." Bulma soothed him with a kiss.

"It will be a full moon next week. The pent-up urges are dangerous to a human female. If he lets go then…" Vegeta wouldn't admit it but he feared for the girl. "I have no intention to collect the Dragon Balls just because the brat's balls are bursting with the need to release their juice."

The woman snorted at that. He could be quite funny in his grumpy way. Bulma knew her son would never hurt the girl so she didn't worry at all. "Our boy knows what he's doing. They're adults able to look after themselves."

"Hn." Vegeta wasn't so sure about that. "It's annoying…"

"If it lightens your mood, I'm almost done with the collar."

Oh, these news certainly did. "How much of the gravity can it absorb?"

"It brings it down to Earth's while everything around can be at up to 200. I would need a few real test runs to be sure it can stand more. After a bit of tweaking I might be able to double it."

"When can we do the first test?"

"Tomorrow evening." She couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. Since he had come up with the idea during one of their intimate workouts in the gravity chamber she couldn't help but wonder how it'll be to see his body exerting itself in his training environment while she could ride that proud example of a man with no added gravity.

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Hope you enjoyed this. Took me longer to add the last bits because of the Comic Con. Check out my fb, twitter, tumblr, deviantart or insta account for the pics. I've got 41 of the 200 photos we shot to show you. Uploaded over time. ^^ (And I still wish I could travel back in time to show my 12 year old self the costume and pictures. XDDD)

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PS: I am so excitement about the Prison Planet Saga! Sadly there was no second episode this weekend but hopefully next ^^