Bars and best friends and implied pairings, OH MY.

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He was able to get one last drag out of his cigarette before the pretty young Saiyaness working the bar that night placed another crystal glass of hard whiskey near his ashtray. He gave her a look of slight confusion, and with a wink, she explained, “It’s on me, honey.”

He smirked in approval and took a swig. The liquid burned the whole way down his throat, and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. With the drink already halved, he lit up another smoke, and he found himself unable to keep his eyes off of the waitress’s…tail, as she bent over the bar talking to another paying customer.

It seemed that he wasn’t as discreet with the gazing as he thought.

“You ain’t got a chance with her, brother,” came a familiar voice behind him. Toma took a seat next to his best friend and laughed. “Once you take her home and she finds out you got a kid, you aren’t getting a damn thing.”

Bardock scoffed and exhaled smoke up into the lights. “So says the new father,” he countered with a smirk. He tapped some ash off the stick and said, “Which reminds me, about that bet.”

Toma sounded an annoyed growl and handed over a fair amount of money. “Damn. And here I thought you forgot.” The ‘bet’ being that Selypa wouldn’t scream during labor, much less yell at Toma something along the lines of “You did this to me, you son of a bitch!” He lost; he thought she wouldn’t scream at all, but childbirth was hell, even for female Saiyans.

With a smug smile, Bardock counted the money to make sure it was exact. “How is she, anyway?”

“Other than exhausted, fine,” his best friend shrugged. “She needs to stay in that infirmary for a few days, and that news didn’t settle with her too well.”

“Hn. The stubborn woman doesn’t know when to take it easy.” The shorter Saiyan man whistled shrilly, and this got him the attention of the buxom waitress. She slinked over, and he gave her three of the ten bits of currency. “Get me a round for my friend, will ya?”

She turned to Toma and smiled coyly at both of them. “Of course,” she purred. She pocketed the money and turned around to the array of alcohol.

“You’re using my own money to buy me a drink?” He laughed. “A bit cold, Bardock?”

“Ah, shut up. Call it a congratulatory drink,” he explained, with a small genuine smile. The waitress came back in no time and set a drink down for Toma. The two old friends raised their glasses to the other. “Cheers,” they said in unison, and then down the hatches went the burning liquid. “Now you’ll know what it’s like to have a brat of your own,” Bardock chuckled.

“But guess who’s got the babysitting gig now, brother?” Toma smirked, followed by a fit of laughter gauged by his friend’s barely audible reaction of, “FUCK.”

He stepped out of the steaming bathroom, dried off from a shower and adorn his boxers for the evening. He closed the bathroom door behind him, and smiled at the sight of his fiancée holding their bundle of joy and singing to her a soft Spanish lullaby. It was all over; Keket had given birth to a healthy, beautiful child, and Tal was more than relieved. Nothing went wrong, and they were finally home and safe.

Aspen, they decided to name her, began to coo more and paw at her mother’s chest. Keket laughed, shrugged the sleeve of her white nightie down and guided the baby’s mouth to her nipple. She laughed more from the sheer eagerness Aspen expressed simply by her actions. Keket was so wrapped up in the bonding moment that she didn’t notice Tal leaving the bathroom doorframe and wrapping his own arms around her from behind. He rested his chin on her tanned shoulder and whispered, “She’s beautiful.” He gave her cheek a peck and continued, “Both of you are.”

Keket giggled and turned to nuzzle his nose. Only moments later did the nursing end and Aspen started to fuss. Keket looked down and then smiled. “She doesn’t even try to hide it. She’s such a daddy’s girl.” She shifted towards Tal and gently gave him the newborn. Like magic, Aspen stopped fussing and buried herself close to her father’s chest.

Tal damn near broke into tears, but he stopped himself by sighing and closing his eyes. Keket crawled back over to him and this time, she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, babe. She’ll be fine.”

He was going to protect his little girl, his icy-blue-eyed angel, even if it killed him. He swore to it. 

***

My apologies that it’s so short and sucky, Marina! I’ll do better next time, promises!

The couple had been training with each other for months for their shot at the World Martial Arts Tournament. They passed through the gates, signed in, and wandered amongst the many other participants. Not only humans, but bipedal animals and aliens, as well. Their world had become a rather eclectic place, with the threat of that monster Cell being the harbinger of things to come some years ago.

The two-toned-haired young man turned to his left and noticed Keket smirking and eyeing one of the bystanders. Tall, short-cut hair, a rather garish yellow suit, and two scars on his face. “I don’t think he’s fighting,” the busty brunette sighed. “Such a pity.”

“You wouldn’t even have to lift a finger,” Tal laughed. “Just bent over and show him some cleavage. That’d knock him out cold.”

Keket smirked and tapped her favorite boy’s nose. “Works on you all the time.”

“Hey, no cheating in this tournament, remember?” he smirked.

“Let’s hope I’m not put against you then.” She narrowed her eyes and smiled. “Temptation always gets the better of me, you know, darling.”

Lol, you did, don’t worry about it. xD

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The demi-Saiyan looked down at his girlfriend and smiled, asking her if she was making her own wish while watching the fireworks stream and burst over the iconic castle. She turned to him and smiled back, throwing her arms around his neck. “It came true a long time ago.”

Ohoho, the FUN I’m gonna have with this one.

Oh, and. Go look up the mentioned Showstopper garter on VS’s website. It’s hot. I want it xD

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Victoria’s Secret. Every man’s fantasy and nightmare at the same time. Fantasy, in the sense that the sexiest little things their girlfriends or wives wrote were bought here. Nightmare, in the sense that they would sometimes be dragged inside the store itself by said girlfriends and wives.

This was no exception for poor Tal.

Indeed, the silver-haired young man had been forced into this accursed store by Keket. She insisted that he come along, so he could help her decide on some pretty new lingerie to wear for him. Tal felt that this was completely unnecessary, because he knew that even if Keket wore rags, she made it look good. So with each new set, he merely smiled and nodded, hoping for a show at some point rather than seeing her hold up the clothes on a hanger for him to judge.

And as soon as Keket found exactly what she was looking for, his hopes would become his sweetest reality.

“Stay right here,” she sweetly demanded, pushing him onto the couch outside of the changing stalls. She raced into one and slammed the door.

Tal rolled his eyes. “Don’t get yourself tangled up in clothes now!” he said.

“Oh, bite me!”

“Just let me know when and where, babe.”

This time, Keket rolled her eyes. She slipped herself into the lingerie as fast as she could, and then proceeded to open the door.

“Hey, Taaal,” she called to him in a sing-song voice. He sat up from the gold and pink couch, and his eyes widened.

Keket was able to find the last set of the Showstopper garter set, and the sight of her in such an outfit rang true to its namesake. A tiny tophat rested upon a head of long, wavy chocolate locks. Bountiful breasts lay half-exposed under a trap of lace and leather, and fishnet and lace garters and leggings completed the luscious package.

“Well, what do you think, babe?” she asked innocently. She turned her body and stood before him in a model-esque pose, and this proved to be the breaking point for Tal.

In merely seconds, he had her pinned to the back of the changing stall with the door behind them locked. “Sometimes, I wonder why you aren’t a model,” Tal smirked.

“Ha, then if I got into the catalog, I would no longer be for your eyes only.” She gave him a playful wink, and welcomed his hard kiss. It took a good amount of willpower not to be loud in the stall, lest someone decided to call security on the two.

The Saiyan prince watched his mate as she brushed her recently-dried hair at her vanity and take out her earrings for the night. He lay on his side of their bed, his cheek resting on a calloused hand, his dark eyes drawn to the curves of her backside.

This didn’t go unnoticed. Seeing him gaze at her from her mirror, Bulma smiled. “Enjoying the view?” she asked coyly.

Vegeta closed his eyes and gave a small grunt and smile. “Are you done, woman?” he asked rather impatiently.

Bulma rolled her blue eyes, set down the brush, and walked towards the bed. She lay down on her side, gazing at her husband, smiling.

This struck Vegeta as slightly odd. He raised an eyebrow and inquired, “You’ve been all smiles since the moment you returned home. What has gotten into you?”

She knew she couldn’t keep the news from him much longer. She had to put an end to his pestering before it even started. She took his strong hands in her slimmer ones, and huddled closer to him.

“I’m pregnant, Vegeta.”

The Saiyan prince froze.

“I had a doctor’s appointment before work this morning,” she explained. “I wanted to tell you as soon as I got into the office, but I decided to save the news.”

Another child. He was going to be a father all over again. He wasn’t there when Trunks was born; he was training off in space, and honestly didn’t give a damn for Bulma at that time. Things had changed since then, and dramatically so. He had indeed grown fond of his new family, and had even gone to the greatest extreme and died for them.

Vegeta closed his eyes again, his whole facade seemed to relax. He leaned his forehead against Bulma’s and removed his hands from hers. He moved them to her stomach, onto the slight bulge of her belly. “Were they able to establish its gender?” he whispered.

“No,” she answered. “It’s too soon to tell.” She smiled, knowing where this was going. “You wanna take a guess?”

“I don’t guess, Bulma,” he smirked, “I know.” His hands roamed over her stomach some more, causing Bulma to sigh softly. Despite the rough texture of his skin, he still maintained an even touch that she loved.

He opened his eyes half-lidded, and a soft smirk graced his mouth. “It’s a girl.” And this time around, he would be there for the little angel that would soon be the center of his universe.

Akane never stopped to look (or rather, stare) at him whenever he exited the bathroom after his usual fifth or sixth bath. This time, she did. Something about his hair being out of its usual ponytail and falling off his shoulders turned her on something fierce.