Prompt: Treat.

A/N: Sorry, readers, but this will be the last part. I would dearly like to continue this, but I wanted to the rating at a PG level, and delve too much into the B/V relationship. I just wanted to do something that showed the Briefs as a family, and showing that little bit of Vegeta that opened up before Buu. (And, yes, I even back through and rewatched the Buu Saga today). So hopefully Vegeta is still IC, even in daddy-mode ^^

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

Bulma bent down in front of the miniature Goku with a smile. "I can't believe how much you look like your father." She wrapped the orange sticker around the blue underclothing the young boy was wearing.

Goten lifted his free arm and scratched at the back of his neck with a laugh. "That's what Momma said, too. Even big brother was surprised."

"How's your mom and Gohan doing? Gohan studying hard for his entrance exam?" She stood back up and looked over to her own son who was sitting at the kitchen table with a bored look.

"Big brother's been so busy, he hardly gets to play with me anymore, but Momma's been teaching me some new martial arts moves," he said excitedly, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well that's nice that your mom's showing you some stuff." Bulma walked over to Trunks and motioned for him to stand.

"Yeah!" Goten was about to ramble on when a set of narrowed blue eyes drifted his way. "Can we go trick-or-treating now?"

Bulma laughed at the sudden change of attitude from the youngest boy. 'Vegeta, what have you been teaching him?' her mind wondered as she led the way out of the kitchen. "Alright, get your bags and we can go."

The boys rushed over to the couch-where they had thrown their bags-and picked up the oversized plastic bags. Trunks going on and on about how he was sure to get more candy than his partner in crime. Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes at the thought of what a fun night this was sure to be. 'It was my idea,' she reminded herself.

She clapped her hands. "Alright, are we going or not?" The boys rushed back over to where she was standing. Both boys lined up in front of her, standing with their backs straight and heads turned up. "Okay, here's the rules…."

"No fighting each other, no getting out of line, and absolutely no running," a gruff voice came from behind her.

She watched as arms covered in blue stretched out to pull on white gloves. Her eyes traveled up the length of blue to meet gold shoulder straps. "Vegeta, what are you doing?" she asked a little breathlessly. It'd been a long time since he'd donned the battle suit.

He gave her a smirk as he came to stand beside her. "I'll take the boys out."

She held up a hand. "Woah, woah, woah. You? I'm going to trust you to take them out? I promised Chi-chi the boys wouldn't get into any trouble tonight."

His smirk turned into a scowl. "What's that supposed to mean?" he half-shouted. Snickering bubbled up from the two boys and his head shot down. At the glare the boys received, they instantly stopped and straightened again. His eyes scanned the youngest brat of Kakarot, dressed in the exact same orange gi of his dead father, before his eyes caught his own son's. "Trunks, if you step out of line once you'll be paying for it in the gravity room."

"But, Dad," the boy whined as his shoulders slumped.

"No buts. We'll go out, you boys can collect your candy, then we come straight home. I'll not have you running around and causing mischief with Kakarot's boy."

The lavender-haired boy sighed in defeat. "Fine. Can we go now? Trick-or-treating started 10 minutes ago."

Vegeta straightened to see that Bulma had taken a few steps back and now had her arms crossed. Her eyes lingered on his before moving down to his chest plate. Vegeta looked down at the spot of red adorning the upper left corner of the white armor. His right arm raised, revealing a red sharpie that she had obviously missed when he had been putting on his gloves. "One more thing before we go, boy."

Vegeta turned around, kneeled on the floor, and grabbed Trunks by the hem of his chest plate. Dragging the boy a few inches closer, Vegeta put the lid of the pen in his mouth and pulled the cap off. The hand holding the armor kept Trunks steady as his other hand moved the red sharpie to the left corner.

"Dad, what're…."

"Hush, boy," he growled as his hand began drawing the symbol that had been engrained in his memory as a young boy-the crest of his royal lineage.

The room was silent as all the occupants watched the usually angry, selfish man work so diligently on his drawing. Goten looked down at the patch that had been sewed onto the gi he was wearing. Bulma watched with wide eyes and parted lips at the scene playing out in front of her. Trunks looked up at her, a half-annoyed look on his face, but she put a finger up to her lips to let him know not to say word.

A few minutes later, Vegeta was recapping the sharpie and standing back up. "There, now you're ready." He turned to put the pen in Bulma's hand. When nobody moved, he felt an eye twitch. "Are we going or not?"

The boys jumped, their heads shooting up to look at the older, full-blooded Saiyan. "Um, Dad, what's this mean?" Trunks looked down at the new symbol on his chest.

"It's the royal Saiyan crest. You are a prince, so it's only befitting that your armor is marked as such," Vegeta stated, ignoring the sets of eyes glued to him.

"Wow, really? This is SO cool!" Trunks continued to look at the symbol of royalty with wide eyes.

Vegeta turned to smirk at Bulma as Trunks started to babbling to Goten. She offered him a smile before once again loudly clapping her hands. "Alright boys!" They immediately stopped talking. "Go get your shoes on."

The boys rushed off once again, leaving the two adults behind.

"Thank you, Vegeta." Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her lips to his.

He pulled back from her lips but not from her hold as an eyebrow raised. "For what?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "For what? For everything you just did. For taking the boys out. Of course, if I'd have known, I would've dressed up as your Queen." She smirked as his eyes widened just a bit before relaxing again. "And I suppose it's only fair that you get a treat when you bring the boys back home. Safe."

He scoffed as his arms naturally wrapped around her waist, pulling their lower halves closer. "I'll bring them back home safely as long as they obey the rules." Gloved hands cupped under her ass and squeezed gently. "I won't be held accountable if they violate my rules and I have to reinforce them."

"There are other ways aside from beating them, Vegeta."

"Hn, and do they learn from your punishments? If I recall correctly, the boy always sneaks out on you."

"Well it doesn't help that I can't fly or sense ki like you both can," she pouted.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I'm surprised you haven't built some sort of tracker to put on him." He watched her eyes widened in shock. "Some genius you are."

"Oh!" A hand fisted on his chest, but before she could get out a retort, his lips were on hers.

"DAD!" Trunks stepped into the living area with Goten in tow.

"Eew!"

The unison gagging noises had Vegeta pulling away. He gave the children a death glare as he stalked passed them. Trunks and Goten were about to follow suit when a pair hands rested on their heads.

"Awe, come on, Mom."

"Trunks." She walked in front of the two boys and kneeled. "Don't do anything stupid or try to outsmart your father 'cause if you do." Bulma gave an evil smirk, making Trunks shrink back an inch. "You'll be getting double punishment."

"BOYS!" Vegeta barked from the front door.

Bulma gave Trunks one last look before letting them go. "Coming, Dad!" he called as he and Goten ran towards the door.