The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 74~ Coffee

I don't normally add photos to this story any more, less so art-- But I couldn't stop myself from drawing what I wanted the photo in mention to look like. It's not great, but I love it. Enjoy.

Year 779 ([Name]= 33, Vegeta= 51) [Kuriya= 4, Aoi= 3, Trunks= 13, Gohan= 22, Goten= 13] Approx. September 779

Trunks had woken up a tad on the early side, much more used to having to move frequently, thanks to Black's actions in the future. He stood around in the living room, staring at a large cluster of photographs. None of these were here the last time he was in the past. And, it would be a lie to say they hadn't drawn his attention.

On the far wall, there was a table of sorts, it had many drawers on it. But that wasn't what had his attention. No. It was group of picture frames on it. His hand grabbed one of the frames in front, his eyes widening at the picture.

Before him was a rather adorable picture from his father's wedding. From the dress of each individual, he assumed this was the wedding party. Wholesome, really. To see his father that happy, well it brought a smile to his face. Glancing back at the table in front of him, it seemed all these photos were from the wedding. While, it seemed [Name]'s dress was the least elegant, she was exceedingly gorgeous. He was surprised to see everyone looking so nice.

It seemed even his younger self was in the wedding party. How adorable. He wondered, who was the best man. But, from further studying of the picture, he concluded it to be Goku. He tried to hide the snicker that left him. To see Piccolo dressed in anything besides his normal clothes was surprising, as he never seemed the type.

"Did you want me to make you some coffee?" Trunks turned, hearing his father's voice from down the hallway. He started walking towards it, seeing him carrying [Name] and holding her close to his chest. Her position seemed rather defensive.

"Can we do tea?" Her voice was much softer than his. He watched his father shift slightly, pressing the button for the door to the kitchen and walk in as the door slid open.

"Sure thing." It seemed he settled her down and the door slid closed.

In the kitchen, the King walked up to the stove, starting to heat up a tea kettle of water. When he turned from the stove, he saw his wife grabbing for a pair of mugs and tea bags. The look on her face was making him worried. What had she experienced last night? She still wouldn't say.

"Did you want me to make you something to eat?" Vegeta asked softly, watching her shake her head. "You will have to eat something today, you know."

"I know. I will. I'm just—" She frowned slightly, shaking her head. "I'm not all that hungry right now."

"I could like—" He paused for a second. "Make you a protein shake or something." Admittedly, he was trying his best. He is aware he is rather bad at this sort of thing.

"I'm okay, thank you, Vegeta." He could see the slightest smile nudge up from her lips.

"Alright..." The King paused, starting to take some steps closer to her. "I'm just trying to make you feel better." His arms lopped around her waist, pressing his body up against her.

"You're doing a fine job, trust me." Her voice was soft.

"Well..." His lips peppered the back of her neck and shoulder. "Maybe we can..."

"Not in here." [Name] said with air of firmness.

"Not in here." He repeated with a nod. "But maybe I can whisk you away and smother you in affection, how's that sound?"

"If you stick it in my ass again, I will break your knees." A snicker behind them got their attention, barely noticing the door had slid open.

"My, my, [Name]. Not a fan of the backdoor?" It was Bulma, making the Queen turn sharply with a rosy blush on her cheeks. Behind her was both versions of Trunks.