On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
4 dino steaks
Vegeta landed lightly in their backyard despite the giant, dead dinosaur slung over his shoulder. He dropped it to the ground and headed into the kitchen. Trunks was there, waiting for the kettle to boil.
"Where's your mother?" Vegeta demanded.
"Watching TV," Trunks replied. "Good hunting?"
"Go see for yourself," Vegeta said, and walked through the kitchen towards the living room. Sure enough, Bulma was curled up on the couch, a blanket pulled over her feet. The TV was on, but her focus was on her tablet that rested on top of her cute round belly. Vegeta approached her from behind the couch, putting a hand on her soft hair.
"Okay?" he asked her gruffly.
"Mm," she replied, sketching out some new design or other.
Vegeta indulged himself and leaned in, kissing the top of her head. She smelt good. It must have been the pregnancy, but something about her scent had changed. It enveloped him, pulling at his stomach, making him feel unusually possessiveness. "I brought fresh meat," he told her softly.
That got her attention. Bulma looked up at him. "Paozusaurus?"
He smiled. "Only the best for my wife."
Bulma craned her neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, honey." She turned her tablet off and put her hands over belly. "I shouldn't be surprised your child would have me craving meat so badly."
Vegeta kept his face pressed close to her hair. He lowered his voice suggestively. "If you're craving meat, I-"
"Ew, gross, please," Trunks begged, making a disgusted face as he entered with a steaming mug of tea.
Vegeta thinned his mouth and stood up.
"Thanks, sweety," Bulma said as she accepted the tea from her son. "Your father was talking about dino steak."
"Riiight. I'm only choosing to believe that to spare you the therapy bills later on," Trunks drawled as he left.
Vegeta glared after Trunks' exit. "That boy has a smart mouth. It's going to get him in trouble one day."
Bulma snorted. "I wonder who he could have learned that from?"
"His smart mouthed mother."
"I was thinking his big mouthed father."
"Hn," Vegeta replied, and leaned down to kiss the back of Bulma's neck. "Want to see what I can do with this mouth?"
Bulma tilted her head to the side to better accommodate him. "Mm, maybe after lunch. Don't want to keep your baby waiting. I feel like I could eat four entire steaks."
Vegeta grunted and stood. "You should eat the heart," he told her.
Bulma scrunched her nose. "That's barbaric."
"It's muscle. And it's a Saiyan delicacy."
"Mm," she replied, sipping her tea, her attention already back on her tablet.
Vegeta started to leave her to it. He paused by the doorway, watching his wife draw, her short bangs falling over her eyes, her belly swollen with their child. Something curled about his heart and squeezed, and he almost smiled.
He turned and left to carve up the dead dinosaur.
~xox~
