The crimson leaves of autumn crunched beneath Chi-Chi's feet as she playfully stomped through the yard. She couldn't resist the temptation to enjoy the fall colors. The vibrant foliage swirled around her with each step, and she twirled with a carefree giggle, her dark hair catching the light of the setting sun.
Just as the first drops of rain started to sprinkle down, a gust of wind swept the colorful leaves into a swirling dance. Chi-Chi laughed with delight, her eyes fixed on the mesmerizing spectacle. She felt like a child again, lost in the beauty of nature.
Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted her reverie.
"Woman, what are you doing?" Vegeta's tone was laced with concern as he stepped outside.
Chi-Chi turned toward her husband with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, Vegeta, don't be such a worrywart. I just wanted to enjoy the leaves for a moment."
He crossed his arms, clearly not convinced.
"In this weather and your condition? You should be resting indoors."
Chi-Chi approached him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
"You're such a caring husband, Vegeta. But really, I'm fine. Just a few moments won't hurt."
Vegeta huffed and looked away, trying to hide the hint of a blush that crept onto his cheeks.
"Yeah, whatever. If you say so."
But Chi-Chi knew better.
She took his hand and pressed it gently against her belly.
"Feel this," she said with a smile.
Vegeta's eyes widened as he felt a tiny kick from inside her womb. His stern demeanor softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"The baby's first kick..."
Chi-Chi nodded, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Our little princess, Eschalot, already packs quite the kick, huh?"
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk.
"Of course she does. She's our daughter, after all."
With that, he shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over Chi-Chi's shoulders. She snuggled into the warmth of his jacket and leaned against him, content and grateful for her sweet and caring Saiyan husband.
Vegeta gently took Chi-Chi's hand, leading her back into the warmth of their castle.
"I'm going to make you a warm drink to chase away the chill," he declared, his concern evident in his eyes.
Chi-Chi chuckled at his overprotectiveness.
"You worry too much, Vegeta."
Inside the cozy kitchen, Vegeta expertly prepared a cup of tea, just the way Chi-Chi liked it. He handed it to her with a stern look.
"Drink it," he ordered.
She playfully saluted him.
"Aye aye, sir!" Chi-Chi gave him an exaggeratedly awkward salute, earning an eye-roll and a stifled smirk from the Saiyan prince.
Chi-Chi took a delicate sip of the tea and then made a contemplative face.
"You know, Vegeta," she began, "I think it needs more sugar."
Vegeta looked baffled.
"What? I added just the right amount, the way you always like it, woman!"
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Chi-Chi beckoned him with a crooked finger.
"Come and see."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow but complied, walking over to her. Just as he reached for her cup, Chi-Chi playfully whispered, "That's not the kind of sugar I meant."
Before Vegeta could react, she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, and he momentarily lost himself in the unexpected but delightful moment.
Chi-Chi pulled away, giggling at Vegeta's flustered reaction.
In the early days of their relationship, it was often Chi-Chi who blushed and got flustered, but now much to her happiness, the tables had turned.
She winked at him and said, "Now, everything is perfect."
Vegeta tried to regain his composure, but the smirk on Chi-Chi's face made it clear that she had enjoyed turning the Saiyan prince into a blushing mess.
Vegeta growled softly, still visibly affected by Chi-Chi's playful teasing.
"Damn you, woman," he muttered, both annoyed and secretly pleased at her ability to disarm him.
He sighed and continued, his voice less gruff, "With the way things are going, Eschalot will be getting a brother or sister soon after her birth."
Chi-Chi laughed softly.
"I wouldn't mind that at all." She took another sip of her tea and gazed out of the window at the vibrant leaves outside. Then, she turned her attention back to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, did your Planet have such beautiful falls too?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Vegeta turned to face her, his expression more solemn but still carrying that underlying gentleness he reserved for her.
"Far more beautiful," he replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
Chi-Chi propped her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands, and looked at him intently.
"Tell me about it," she urged, eager to learn more about her husband's past and the world he came from.
Vegeta took a seat across from Chi-Chi, his eyes distant as he began to share his memories.
"Its falls were a sight to behold. The leaves of our native trees would turn into shades you couldn't even imagine. Brilliant reds, fiery oranges, and deep purples painted the landscape."
He paused, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"It was a warrior's planet, but despite that, our people reveled in the beauty of the season."
Curiosity lit up Chi-Chi's eyes as she asked, "Were there any fall holidays on Planet Vegeta?"
Vegeta nodded. "Yes, there was one," he replied. "We celebrated the Festival of Sages during the fall. It was a time to honor the great Saiyan warriors and their contributions to our race."
As he spoke, Chi-Chi's eyes widened in realization.
"Oh, speaking of fall," she said, "I have a surprise for you fit for the season!"
She got up from her seat and headed to the fridge. With a mischievous grin, she pulled out a tall stack of pumpkin pies, carefully placing them on the table in front of Vegeta.
"There you go," she said, gesturing to the array of pies. "I made these for you earlier, but I forgot to tell you!"
Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of so many pies.
Vegeta's mouth began to water at the sight and aroma of the freshly baked pumpkin pies. He had never had Pumpkin pie before.
His eyes followed the can of whipped cream that Chi-Chi produced from the fridge and the fork she placed in front of him.
His Saiyan appetite was definitely piqued.
"Now, let me just get you a jug of milk," Chi-Chi said with a playful wink. "I know you must be so hungry after all that training you did earlier."
As she started to step away, Vegeta's warrior reflexes kicked in. In one swift move, he grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks. A mischievous grin played on his lips as he looked at her.
"Chi-Chi, Remind me to ask you to marry me again after I finish this," Vegeta said, his voice dripping with playful charm.
Chi-Chi blushed, her heart swelling with love for her Saiyan prince.
She laughed and squeezed his hand. "I'll be here, waiting for that proposal, Vegeta."