This is done for a Cameo Project in my Discord. For this story, Saffron from "Lofi/Calm/ASMR/Chill Beats to Cook, Study, and Turn Super Saiyan To" is featured in all of her tired feistiness. This one shot also has very little to do with the original source material - just an ode to the character. If you enjoy this and are curious about Saffron, Demi-Kais, love Raditz, or just want to read an entertaining and funny story, please check out Sunsinourhand's work!

Mirai Trunks found himself marveling at his wife's dark hair as it splayed over his tanned skin. She was a vision, letting her soft lips rub along his thickness with the barest touch. As much as she turned him on, he couldn't help but feel in his gut just how much he loved her.

Probably all of my absences.

He began reaching towards her tresses. "Your hair is wavier than be- Uh!"

Mirai bit his lip and snapped his eyes shut, stifling a groan as Chai licked over the head of his cock. The hand that had been reaching for her now gripped the coral sheets she had dressed their bed in. Any opinions he had about the color disappeared as she drew his length into her mouth, stroking what she couldn't fit.

"Fuck," he hissed.

The time patroller opened his eyes to find the other demi saiyajin looking up at him. Her own ebony orbs glinted coyly. Her pale breasts were pressed against his thighs as she worked him steadily with her mouth and hand. He released the sheets from his grip, feeling through her thick hair. It was more lush and soft than he remembered. The urge to curl it around his fingers and yank pulsed through Mirai but he shoved it away.

"You look so beautiful like this," he whispered as she pulled off of him.

The sudden wetness of her tongue over his shaft made him hiss in pleasure as she licked from his base upwards. Fuck did he miss all of this on missions. The ones where he interacted with other versions of Chai were especially torturous.

Wet warmth engulfed him, pulling a low moan from Mirai's throat as his mate pulled him deeply into hers. He did grasp her hair more firmly this time and Chai purred. The vibrations that her approval sent along his cock were absolute bliss as she continued to suck on him.

"Not gonna last if you keep this up," he growled.

She responded by dragging her nails along the sides of his torso and down towards his thighs, all the while not relenting in the pleasure her mouth offered him. The sloppy sound that came from his crotch was sinful as Mirai simply caressed his mate's scalp and moaned, allowing Chai to ride him into the mattress with her throat.

She pulled off of him again, her lips making a popping sound as he left her mouth. Chai looked up at her husband, still jerking him with haste. Mirai returned her gaze, his hand working it's way down to grasp her cheek and run his thumb over those pink lips.

"I love you," she whispered then ran her tongue over the head of his cock. Before Mirai could respond, she dove back in full force. Her mouth slid over him messily and quickly.

"Ah! I ..fuck-fuck-.. I.."

His balls began to tighten as his fingers forced their way back into her hair. He gripped her tightly, as his hips rocked into her mouth. Chai began to moan around the cock between her lips.

"I love you," he growled. "And this wet mouth, your soft lips, your dark eyes. How they beg me to have you."

Chai squirmed between his legs as she moaned at his words. Mirai's own breathing was becoming quick and short with each lustful thrust. It had been too long. Months. Saiyajins didn't usually go months unsated, especially mated ones.

"Fuck," he moaned once more. It would be just a few more thrusts into that gorgeous mouth then-

RIIIING RIIIING

Chai shoved off of him in a mad dash to grab the phone before it woke the baby. Mirai laid back on the bed and groaned his annoyance at the interruption. He'd just barely been home a few hours and though he adored his new baby, he had craved having his mate to himself, even if they couldn't have sex per say. The light crying down the hall told him that Chai hadn't gotten to the phone in time.

The young prince pulled on some pants and braided his long hair behind his back quickly. He only needed to get it pulled twice to learn better than to keep it loose around babies. Mirai listened to parts of the conversation as he made his way down to Yuki's room.

"Okay.. okay.. I'm sorry… I cannot believe they did that!"

If it's Little Me and Goten, which it usually is, I can believe they caused some trouble.

Mirai smirked, shaking his head as he opened up the door to a pale yellow room with a crib in the corner. Standing up, shaking the crib bars, was a foot tall baby with tufts of lavender curls and blue eyes that were large and round like Chai's.

"Hey Princess," Mirai greeted, picking up the two month old who reached out for him. She was fussing less, but still looking up at him with tears and pleading eyes.

"What's wrong, Yuki?"

She patted her little hands against his chest, seemingly frustrated with him and stared, still fussing.

"Well I'm sorry, Princess, ..but Papa's chest isn't like Mama's," Mirai chuckled as he began to look for where Chai wandered off to, the woman having a tendency to pace while on the phone.

"Of course.. Of course…"

There she was; 64 inches tall, curvy and as nude as the night he claimed her. Chai cradled the phone in her neck as she padded back into their room. Yuki reached away from her father, nearly flying from his arms, for Chai. He grabbed her more firmly to his chest, both remembering he didn't have to be as careful with her and unsure how well the baby could fly.

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Yuki screeched. Chai half turned, phone still in her hand. When her eyes met with her baby's, they lit up and his mate gave Yuki an enthused smile.

She walked quickly over to the girl and took her in her arms, cradling the babe while helping her to latch on to feed. As she looked up at her mother like she'd hung the moon, Yuki nursed with her tail still wrapped around Mirai's wrist. The saiyajin's heart ached at the gesture his daughter made. His daughter. Part of him still couldn't believe his fortune after everything the androids and Goku Black had put him through.

"Yeah, Saff? Look, Yuki just woke up… No… no… Of course!"

What the hell did those shits do?

"Hey I know you're on an anti-man kick right now but if I send Mirai, you think he can come back in one piece?"

Why me!?

Mirai's mouth fell open and his eyes enlarged at his wife, who was silently listening to the other side as Saffron demeaned the other woman's choice to even have a husband. "How could you let one of those into your house!?" was barely audible from the other side.

I'm going to kill them. I am going to kill Little Me.

"Because he's pretty and gives me pretty babies?" Chai replied, jokingly, then looked down at their daughter again and cooed, "Yes! Such a pretty baby! And going to be so strong too!"

And not going to know her own father if you send me to the North Quarter!

Mirai shook his head wildly, not daring to move the hand that Yuki's tail was still wrapped around. He gestured between the girl and himself, mouthing "I can watch her."

Chai shook her head dismissively as she eyed in the direction of the phone as though paying attention to the other speaker. "Sounds good! He'll be there in like ten minutes." The phone click was barely noticeable as the demi-saiyajin turned her attention back to Mirai. "Can you take this?"

"I can take care of my own daughter for 10 minutes," he said, taking the phone from her shoulder. "Don't we have bottles of formula?"

"When I tried to bottle feed her, Vegeta literally yelled at me in Saiyajin pride and power levels and told me to put his granddaughter back on my breast this instant."

Of all of the things I didn't think Little Bro would be, it's a cockblock.

The North Quarter was nestled in the countryside, about ten miles outside of the nearest city. It overlooked the coast, with large trees dotting around it's parking lot. It was a large building, though pretty unassuming from the outside. All maroon with a black roof and only one door leading inside. A white-paneled window dotted every foot, letting in plenty of light and making it very easy to see from the outside just how busy it was each day.

The inside was suspiciously quiet and empty, most of the lights dimmed with the exception of bright yellow hue peeking out from the kitchen. The North Quarter never closed. Even in other timelines. It always looked the same in every single one, broken up into three twelve foot wide rooms with large wooden tables, meant to seat a dozen each, dressed alternatingly in red and white. The matching chairs were even large. It was always bustling with noise, the smell of craft beer, and demi-Kai servers rushing around the place. Most of the staff varied from one timeline to the next, with the exception of Saffron.

As usual, whatever Saffron was making greeted him first. Mango and powdered sugar, from what he could tell. There was also the sound and smell of garlic and onions sizzling. He'd realized that he didn't eat anything when he'd gotten home this morning. He simply held his babygirl, and then as soon as she was asleep, pulled his mate into bed. Of course, he'd have to be hungry and horny to add to this torture session.

Mirai nervously scratched the back of his neck, a habit picked up from Gohan, as he made his way towards the kitchen where the sound of metal on marble could be heard in a steady rhythm. Every version he knew of Saff was hard-working and independent - he respected her a lot - but the Saffron in the timeline his family lived in had a violent temperament. Especially towards men. He'd once heard that Master Roshi wouldn't even step foot in the place for fear of the small woman.

As he neared the kitchen, the smell of chicken and cream mixed with the previous aromas. It was always a little overwhelming for a saiyajin to walk into the North Quarter. He also noted that it wasn't the ki of Goten and Trunks he felt. It was actually-

"Mirai-san!" Tsuchi rushed him, nearly knocking the wind from the Saiyajin as she crashed her 5'5" frame into him. Chai's teen sister immediately began crying into his shoulder.

"Uh, Tsu-chan… What-"

"I didn't do anything! I swear! It was Pan who stole the tart!"

"Stole 20 tarts, Tsuchi. And I saw custard on your lip," Saffron said, matter-of-factly from across the kitchen. In her hand was a large Santoku, cleanly chopping three rows of carrots and celery as she spoke. The knife looked particularly large in the short woman's hand. She was smaller than even Chai, with the exception of having similar proportions.

Mirai cursed his attraction towards curvier women and looked away from the pale thigh that peeked from between Saffron's dark stockings and auburn tunic. Instead, his eyes settled on 3-year old Pan, who pouted in a chair only a foot away, yet looked up at Saffron with anger. Upon closer inspection, he could see that ki rings were keeping the girl in place.

"Is that truly necess-"

"If you Saiyajins knew any restraint, it wouldn't be."

Mirai gently nudged Tsuchi away and bowed towards the tiny demi-Kai.

"Saffron-san, I apologize-"

"Stand straight. Your politeness has always been a strange sight."

Taken back, he did as instructed. From the other side of the room, Mirai could see the disturbed tray of tarts. There were probably a thousand of them, and the girls took 20. Stealing was never okay if you could avoid it but…

"There's so many, Saffron-san. How did you notice 20?"

There was a particularly sharp sound as the knife slammed bladefirst into the countertop. He saw the small woman shaking, her black hair waving next to her chin.

"Mirai. Do you have any idea how much a God of Destruction eats? Do you know how much Beerus and Champa eat? Nevermind, Whis and Vados."

"I-I don't, Saffron-san."

"No. No, you wouldn't. Because you men never cook food. You simply eat food. You eat exorbitant amounts of food, then demand more, and demand liquor to not think about your injuries and your mistakes, then you eat more food and howl at the moon and nip at female ankles. Then eat. More. Food."

What the fuck did I open up?

His mind flashed back to Chai filling him in on what had been going on in the last few months. He then remembered her recalling that her grandparents, Bardock and Gine, and her uncle, Raditz, had all been brought back to life. Also that Raditz had taken an interest in Saffron - one which she did not entirely welcome.

Oh gods…

The young prince straightened his shoulders and tried to keep the panic off of his face. "Now, Saffron-san, I don't think that's entirely fair."

There was another snap as the knife was smacked onto the counter and she turned fully to face him, her large black eyes burrowing into him and her mauve lips moving frantically. She shook violently for a moment then breathed and turned back to her chopping but now that sound was uneven and agitated.

"Fair? Fair?! Tell me about 'fair', Your Highness!"

"I-I… Uh…."

She turned swiftly and pointed that knife at him. Even though a Saiyajin, Mirai would never consider using his strength on the small woman.

Why do I feel like she actually knows how to use that thing?

"No, no. Allow me. Fair is the opposite of this entire situation. Fair would be if we didn't have to be having this conversation because I was still cooking and you were at home with your wife. Fair would be the girls accepting the food I spent all last night making so they wouldn't touch the food I was making right now."

Saffron pointed her knife at the vegetables in question and continued chopping. "Fair would be me not having to enlist extra help to make appetizers, drinks, main courses and desserts to cater to Beerus and Champa. Fair would be if Beerus didn't love this place so much only because your father does. Fair would be if Raditz…"

She stopped again and pointed the blade at Mirai, making him tilt back

I should have brought my sword.

"...effectively, your uncle as well… didn't. Mouth. Off. To. Hit," she said, punctuating the last words with hard chops that Mirai bet were now damaging the countertop. "And now those two Gods are feuding over which one has the better assassin. As if they needed a reason!"

"Rad-ditz… isn't an assassin…"

"No. He isn't. He's an idiot."

Mirai nodded slowly, as he eyed the demi-Kai. "You're right, Saffron-san. None of that is fair," Mirai sighed. He then turned to his in-laws. "I'm surprised at the two of you," he said calmly. "Stealing food… it's not necessary."

"It really isn't. I fed both of them," Saffron added. And with that she waved her hand and the ki restraints disappeared. Pan rushed over to Mirai in a fashion similar to what Tsuchi had, burying her face in his chest. The man sighed and held her, shaking his head at the toddler's antics. She had always been a handful and would probably continue to be, just like the others.

"Oh, Mirai…" The demi-kai glared over at him as she chopped a zucchini in half. Sweat beaded at the Saiyajin's forehead.

Damnit. I didn't steal anything!

She pointed in another direction at a lidded dish that could probably feed Goku. When Mirai turned towards it, he noted that was where the smell of chicken had been coming from.

"That behemoth is for Chai. She's been having trouble staying energized while nursing."

She never mentioned that. Mirai shook his head at his prideful mate as he took the dish in his hands. He peeked under the lid and smirked. Chicken alfredo with broccoli. And he could smell the spices Saffron added to it. Chai would love this.

"Thank you," he half-bowed. "I know she'll appreciate this. Is there anything I can do to make up for Tsuchi and Pan's behavior?"

Saffron blinked up at him. "Discipline them. You're a father now - you need to get used to doing that."

"Oh.. Right." he looked over at the two young women standing near the doorway. "You two will help Saffron clean up after she caters to Beerus and Champa. I'm not going to risk you going there beforehand and eating more food." tentatively, he turned back to the woman. "Is that okay?"

She was now adding the abundance of vegetables to a stockpot that was taller than her. "It'll do."

Mirai nodded and motioned the girls towards the door. He wanted out of there pretty badly but didn't want to show Saffron how much. She could probably smell it though.

"This smells exquisite," Chai said as Mirai sat a plate of the food in front of her. He had insisted that she let him serve her, and now that Saffron had mentioned how tired Chai had been, he noticed it.

The baby was back down for another nap. From what Chai had said, Yuki would likely get up to feed one more time before being settled back down for the night. She was still fussy through the night but Chai seemed determined to get the girl into a schedule as soon as possible.

He sat down across from her, watching how her skin glowed against the candlelight. His constant absences were a burden to them both, but he didn't want it to affect his wife and daughter the way Goku's absences affected Chai's family. Mirai didn't begrudge the man for it but he knew Chai had been particularly upset by her father's coming and going while growing up. The demi-Saiyajin wanted to ease any tension his own job caused her. That, and having grown up with the androids, and spending 12 years in his timeline before returning to be with Chai, Mirai simply wanted every moment with her to be special. He didn't take anyone for granted, and he felt in his heart that no matter how much time he spent with his mate, there would always be time to make up for.

She leaned forward towards her meal, one tendril of black curling against the flesh of her breast. Due to nursing, Chai was tending towards tops that were easy to push aside and feed Yuki. Mirai appreciated both the practical aspect of that, and the fact that it gave him more views of his mate's figure.

They spent the last hour eating and chatting. The candlesticks burned down to their bases and now he could barely see Chai across from him. Yuki still hadn't stirred yet but the wine and the dim lighting and the erotically spicy smell of Chai kept stirring desire in Mirai. He normally wasn't so lustful.

I wonder if it's going to be like this the whole time I'm in the Time Patrol. I hope Chai doesn't mind.

He smirked at his own thoughts.

"Damnit…"

Mirai looked up to find Chai glancing down at herself. Shining in the dying candlelight was creamy sauce that she'd dribbled over the side of her breast. She moved her hand to wipe it off but Mirai's own larger hand shot up and held her palm firmly.

Chai eyed him with an amused smile. "What? Do you want a taste?"

Without breaking his contact with her, Mirai got up from his seat and pulled Chai's chair from the table. He leaned down and licked the sauce from her flesh. Chai's earthy and spicy skin blended deliciously with the mild, creamy flavor. More delicious was the way she moaned at his mouth on her skin as he licked well beyond where she spilled and up to her collarbone. Mirai tenderly kissed the flesh next to her mating claim. His claim on her.

He then kissed her chin, her cheek and her ear, growling possessively as he did so.

"I'll always want to taste you, R'sha."