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The Cake: A VegBul Fanfiction

This one-shot is based on a short story I created last night. I felt like this will be a good plot for Vegeta and Bulma, so I modified it for this fanfiction. This is the first time I'm doing a VegBul fanfic, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball or any of its characters.

Bulma looked at the blueprint in front her with frustration. This has been the twelfth time she has revised that mechanical plan she has been formulating, and she still could not get it right. Or maybe, thirteenth? She became more frustrated with that thought that she once again set the plan aside on the pile she has created on the floor beside her worktable. Maybe she needs to start over again.

It has been two weeks since the Tournament of Power, and things have started to come back to normal. Well, not really the 'normal' she has learned to live with ever since she married the prince of all Saiyans. Surprisingly, Vegeta hasn't gone training again since that tournament. She wants to think that it's because he spent all his energy on that tournament he can't train for the next weeks or months. For Bulma it was a blessing. At least he will have some time with his family and not just be alone on the gravity room or stay on Beerus' planet for months.

Right now, Vegeta is with their newborn Bulla. Or at least, that's what Bulma thinks. She gave birth to the half-Saiyan girl just before the tournament. It was Vegeta's ticket to join the tournament, because God knows what she might have done to him if he left her while she's about to give birth to his child. He might probably consider sleeping over Goku's house, for she won't let him go home until she feels like forgiving him for what he did. But Whis made it easier and faster for her to deliver the child, freeing Vegeta of his husband duties and making him join the most important tournament the multiverse has ever had.

After that tournament, Vegeta has become a dutiful father to Bulla, and also to Trunks. He was always the one to babysit Bulla, making Bulma do whatever she needs and wants to do, which was not her plan since she had thought of taking a maternity leave after giving birth to focus on her daughter. She never thought Vegeta would have the time to nurse their newborn, so she cancelled everything that she was planning to do for the next two months. But fate has other plans, and she was given the free time that she had been wanting to have since God knows when.

And since she has a lot of free time and not any project on cue, she decided to do that project that she knows she was meant to do. Or rather, she was supposed to based on the event that have transpired in the past years. If only things didn't happen the way they did, then she won't have to produce it from scratch like what she is doing right now. But, thinking about it, maybe it was better that way so that she could recreate that 'thing' from scratch, making her the real inventor and not just some future self she has.

She was once again trying to recreate another blueprint when someone entered her laboratory. She looked up and saw her husband approach her. He is wearing his usual house clothes, which is a blue shirt and khaki pants. It's quite refreshing seeing him in another clothing aside from his training gear.

"Woman, I need you to come with me to the kitchen."

Bulma frowned. "What for?"

Vegeta didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed her hand and made her follow him to the kitchen. He led her to the island counter, then made her sit on one of the highchairs. He then went to the other side of the counter.

"What is this, Vegeta? I have a lot of things to do."

She glared at him, and after being terrified for a while he turned around and went to the refrigerator. He took out a round chocolate cake, putting it down on the island counter.

Bulma stared at the cake, not quite comprehending what the sweet confection is for. She looked back at Vegeta giving him a questioning look. The guy looked away as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"I heard you say you crave some chocolate cake."

"You baked a cake for me?" Bulma asked, disbelieving her own assumption.

Vegeta blushed but didn't answer. Bulma's face lit up with a smile.

"I didn't know you could be this romantic."

"Just eat the damn cake!"

Bulma giggled as she watched Vegeta get some saucers, fork and a knife to slice the cake.

"Did you really bake this yourself?"

Vegeta stopped slicing the cake. He looked at Bulma and glared at her. She just giggled, making him proceed in dividing the cake. He served a slice to her.

"Your mother helped me," he suddenly said. "He told me what to do, but I did everything."

"Oh! Then this should be good."

Bulma took a piece of the cake and he watched her eat it. He is obviously anxious to know what she thinks.

"It's good," Bulma said. "I'm just not sure if it's really good, or I just love you that's why I think it's good."

Vegeta blushed at what she said. He grumbled then looked away. Bulma giggled at her husband's demeanor.

"Why don't you try it?"

Bulma walked around the island counter to Vegeta. He wasn't able to stop her as she feeds him a small piece of the cake.

"What do you think?" Bulma asked.

"As always, a proof that everything I do affirms excellence."

Bulma giggled at his remark. Her joyous laugh makes him smile.

"I love you," she said before she leans closer and kiss him at the mouth.

Vegeta was shocked at the sudden and brief manifestation of his wife's affection. Bulma just giggled as she ate another piece of the cake.

"I will never get use of your vulgarity," Vegeta commented.

"Oh, you like it as much, don't you?"

Instead of answering, Vegeta pulled her into him and kissed her on the mouth. It was a deep, passionate kiss that made Bulma breathless she almost dropped the fork she was holding.

"Yeah, that cake sure is delicious," Vegeta said after the kiss.

Bulma smiled as she tried to compose herself after that torrid kiss her husband just gave her. Vegeta took the fork she was holding, eating a piece of the cake, then feeding her some after.

"So what are you trying to build this time?" he asked her.

"Time machine."

Vegeta stopped and gazed at her. Bulma just shrugged, taking the fork from him once again and feeding herself some cake.

"Did you already forget about Lord Beerus and Whis' warning against the time machine?"

"Yeah, but, I feel like it's something that I should do. I know about the rules of time travel and all that stuff, but what if whatever happened to Future Trunks' dimension also happen here in our timeline? It might not be the Androids or a mad god, but something as deadly or catastrophic as that? And the only way to save another future is to go back in time and warn them? I don't know… I just can't help but feel like I should do something because I could."

Seeing the horror that Goku Black has caused Future Trunks' timeline herself, Bulma can't help but feel the terror of its outcome. She would not want another dimension's existence to be erased. Wasn't it the reason why the Universe 7 did everything they can to win the Tournament of Power? To prevent their universe to be erased, and eventually restoring all the universes that was erased.

She sadly continued eating the cake on the saucer, finishing it up to the last bit. Surprisingly, another slice landed on her empty saucer, making her look back to her husband.

"Alright… You can make the time machine, but I hope you follow the rules of time travel obediently. I don't want Beerus to erase any one of my family, or their future for that matter."

Bulma smiled, then leapt towards Vegeta as she clung onto his neck. The Saiyan prince almost fell down, holding her firmly to support both of them preventing themselves from falling.

"What in the world were you thinking?!"

Bulma giggled. "You really loved me that much, huh?"

Vegeta scowled. "I won't spend the entire morning trying to figure out how I can make the cake fudgy yet light if I don't."

"I figured," Bulma said as she hugged him completely.

Vegeta can do nothing but return the embrace. He closed his eyes and succumbed to the warmth that his beloved wife brings him, making him feel peace, joy, and love.

They are on that position when Trunks barged into the kitchen.

"Hey Dad!"

Vegeta's eyes shot wide open as he blushed. He almost pushed Bulma away if she hadn't moved away from his embrace.

"Oh, hey Trunks!" the blue-haired woman said.

"Uh… Mom…" The half-Saiyan kid was quite confused as to how he should act after seeing his parents' display of affection. His face is a little bit red.

"What is it?" Vegeta grumbled.

"Uh… There is a Bulla situation in the nursery. I think you need to change her nappies."

"Alright! I'm on it!"

Vegeta grumpily walked out of the room and proceeded to the nursery. Bulma just smiled as her eyes followed her husband. Trunks is still looking kind of confused as to what he just intercepted.

"Trunks, do you want to try this cake your father baked for me?"

"Uh… is it good?" The young Saiyan went to the island counter and sat on one of the highchairs.

"It is. Try it."

Bulma gives him a slice on a clean saucer. Trunks tasted the cake and liked how it taste.

"I can't believe Dad was able to pull it off."

"So he asked you to look after Bulla while he baked the cake?"

"Yeah," Trunks answered. "He said he'll train with me after if I took good care of her."

Bulma felt glad at what her son said. Vegeta sure is doing all sort of fatherly stuff with the kids. If training is considered a fatherly action, especially with Saiyan parents.

"Did he tell you why he's baking the cake?"

"He said he's tired of hearing your agonizing ranting, so she wants to make you feel better by making the cake you're craving."

Bulma just smiled at what Trunks said.

"I don't understand why he has to make it himself. Can't he just buy one from the store?"

"Honey, that's what makes it more special," Bulma said as she pats her son's head. "When you grow up, you'll understand."

"Guess it's one of those complicated adult things."

Bulma smiled. "Do you want to drink milk with it?"

"Mom, milk is for kids. I prefer juice than milk, the one that Mr. Monaka delivered the other day."

Bulma giggled at her little child's cockiness. Surely, that didn't come from her side of the family. Nevertheless, she took two cans of the juice she ordered from space.

"So, you were taking care of Bulla while your father is baking?"

"Yeah," Trunks answered.

"How was it?"

"Bulla is a handful," Trunks said. "She always wants me to play with her and make funny faces. Are all babies like that?"

"Well, you were also like that when you were a baby," Bulma said. "I remember, I took you at the rendezvous of Goku and the others during that time they first fought with the androids. You actually peed on Yajirobi's scarf that time."

Trunks grimaced with disgust. "I did that?"

Bulma laughed. "You did!"

She continued telling him the story as they both enjoyed the cake that Vegeta baked for her.

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