4 years later
"Come on baby. Please? For mummy?"
Bra turned her head away in disgust and crossed her little arms over her chest.
"No. Me no wanna."
"But come on baby. It's nice. You'll like it."
Bulma held the spoon in front of Bra's mouth failingly and shook her head. She got up and walked away from the high chair.
"Fine. Don't have it. But you're not having anything else."
"But I'm hungry!"
"If you were that hungry then you would eat it."
They both looked up as Trunks came tearing down the stairs. Bulma smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Morning hunny. What's going on?"
"Not much. I told Goten he could come round today though. Is that ok?"
"Of course it is hunny. Is Chichi coming?"
"Nope. Just Goten. Do you want me to tell her to come too?"
"No. It's ok."
"Cool. So, what's going on with you?"
"Oh nothing. I'm just trying to get your stubborn sister to have her breakfast. You know something, having her makes me appreciate what a good boy you were at her age."
Trunks laughed and took the food from Bulma's hands.
"Let me try."
Bra smiled and giggled happily as Trunks sat himself in front of her.
"Hey trouble."
"Hey big brudder!"
"Mummy tells me you won't eat your breakfast. Why not?"
"Because it's yukky!"
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
"I used to eat this stuff all the time. I have to say, it's anything but yukky."
"Really?"
"Really. How about you try just a little bit for me? If you don't like it, you never even have to look at it again ok?"
Bra tilted her head to one side as she thought about Trunks's appealing proposition.
"Well…ok. But only for you."
"That's a good little girl."
Trunks dipped the spoon into the food and guided it to Bra's mouth. She took the spoon in her mouth and swallowed the food quickly. Trunks smiled at her and patted her head.
"So? What do you think? Was it that awful?"
"No. But I like other things more."
"But will you eat it?"
"Only for you."
Trunks ruffled her hair affectionately and left her to her breakfast. Bulma shook her head in wonder as he walked over to her.
"I don't know how you do it. She'll do anything for you."
"I know."
"You're so good to her. I still wish I could figure out your secret so she'd do as she's told for you. She does whatever Vegeta says too. It's just me she answers back to."
"Poor you mum. We Saiyens must just have that affect on her."
"Yeah I bet."
Bulma laughed and turned to the fridge.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Don't mind. I'm not really that hungry. Do you mind if I skip breakfast today? I want to get in a quick training session before Goten comes over and kicks my butt."
"Sure hunny. Be careful."
"Sure mum. See you later."
"Bye."
Trunks kissed her gently on the cheek and took off to the yard to train.
"Where's big brudder going mummy?"
Bulma turned to her youngest child and walked over to her.
"To train. And you are not to disturb him ok? You could get in his way and get hurt."
"I promise mummy. I'll stay out of his way."
"I mean it Bra. I know you. If I found out you even spoke to him, I won't let you have that new Barbie doll you want."
"Ok mummy. I promise. Can I get down now?"
"Sure baby."
Bulma wrapped her arms round her daughter and lifted her form her highchair.
"Now go play and give mummy a rest. I'll come and get you for lunch ok?"
"Ok mummy."
Bra jumped out of her arms and ran into her playroom. Where she turned on the TV and sat down to watch cartoons.
Bulma sighed happily and rested against the work surface.
"Those things will rot her brain."
Bulma jumped at the sudden voice and smiled happily at her husband, who was leaning against the door frame casually.
"Hey Vegeta. What will rot who's brain?"
"Those damn cartoons will rot her brain."
"Oh it's just a bit of fun. She's likes them. At least they keep her quiet Vegeta. Be thankful for that."
"I am."
"Good. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Nothing. I'm going to train."
"Vegeta, you have to have something."
"You didn't force the boy to eat."
"That's because he doesn't have time. Goten's coming over. You've got all day to train."
"I'm not hungry."
"Fine. Whatever you day. But when you come storming in at lunch and demanding food, don't expect there to be anything ready."
"Ok. I won't."
"Good."
"Good."
Bulma smirked at him playfully and moved towards him. Vegeta returned the smirk and kept his eyes locked with hers.
"Vegeta, you have all day to train right?"
"Right."
"Well, do you think you could spare a little of that time for me?"
Vegeta walked forward and wrapped his arms round her waist.
"Do you even have to ask?"
Bulma smiled happily and coiled her arms round Vegeta's neck.
"No. I shouldn't have to."
She pulled his head down to meet hers in a crushing kiss.
Vegeta smirked at her eagerness and pulled away, against her own self control Bulma whimpered when she felt his lips tear from her own.
"What is it?"
Vegeta nodded towards the playroom.
"What about the brats?"
"Don't do this to me. I need you."
Vegeta smirked playfully and attacked her neck with his lips and made all rational thought fly out of her head.
She grabbed his head eagerly and pulled him up the stairs to their bedroom. He shut the door behind them and pinned her to the wall and starting stroking her left earlobe with the tip of tongue. Bulma's knees gave away under her and she fell forward onto his chest. Vegeta slipped his arm round her waist and stabled her.
"What is it you want woman?"
"You know what I want you evil bastard."
"Say it then."
"Vegeta please…"
"If you want it that bad you'll ask me for it."
"I…"
He bent forward and starting tracing a line alone her neck with his tongue.
"Oh for gods sake. Take me now!"