Crazy Life

Chapter 3

Since Tarble arrived at their house, all he did was bake. Stacks of trays filled with freshly baked treats sat proudly on the kitchen counter. Not that Vegeta would complain. It had been a while since he had anything besides Goku's cock in his mouth that tasted as good as sex, well... whatever sex tastes like. He wandered into the kitchen with Goten savoring the aroma of the sweet and savory treats. It was virtually orgasmic. His eyes beamed as he saw Tarble decorating a cake with chocolate frosting, that made his mouth water as he sniffed the chocolate and could just imagine the sweet creamy frosting melting on his tongue.

He wasn't certain how long he had been stood there like some frosting crazed zombie but Goten was now seated on the counter licking the frosting off a spoon, panic parent mode kicked in as he lunged forward and pulled the spoon away from Goten then glared at his brother.

Goten sulked and tried to grab the spoon back from his father. He wrinkled his nose in revulsion as Vegeta tried to pacify him with apple slices instead.

"A little cake frosting won't do him harm Vegeta," Tarble said as he finished cleaning up.

"One- do not question my parenting Tarble, And two, you've seen what chocolate does to my husband..." Vegeta tried to force back a devilish smirk as he recalled those appetising moments with his husband in bed. He cleared his throat as Tarble and Goten raised a brow at him, "Well, it makes him hyper and I'm not risking that with Goten."

Tarble shrugged at this and placed the deliciously tempting cake into the fridge. He spun to face Vegeta who was staring directly at the fridge with his mouth slightly ajar.

"I've made some cookies for the car journey tomorrow, I hope our fathers girlfriend likes it," Tarble beamed.

Vegeta remained still, his eyes enlarged and eyebrow twitched, he didn't move from the spot. Everything fading to dark, Tarble's voice echoed in the background. He wasn't sure what his yapping brother was saying, but he felt frozen, vivid images of his son informing him he was dating repeated over and over. "Oh crap, did you say that word?!" He heard Goku ask in the background before a click of the fingers brought him back into reality. The darkness instantly faded, and he was now confronted with his husband holding Goten, with Gohan and Tarble stood either side of him with the same concerned expression.

"Babe, you okay?" Goku inquired as he gave Vegeta a look of concern.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" He scoffed at him.

"You blacked out, Uncle Tarble even hit you with a baking tin and you didn't flinch," Gohan said as he grabbed juice cartons from out the fridge for himself and Goten.

Vegeta scowled at Tarble, the fuck does the bastard think he is? Walk into his house, make orgasmic treats then hit him with a baking tray. Some people! He moved his scowl over to his husband who crept towards him giving him the 'fuck me' eyes. Never mind the fact he had been assaulted in their own home, let's fuck?- he thinks not! "Kakarot, you even think about-"

"Think about what?" Goku tittered as everyone's attention in the room directed on him.

Vegeta clicked his tongue then shook his head at him, "you know what," he said in a low tone whilst giving him a warning glare.

Goku glanced back at Tarble who quickly glanced away and pretended to look busy, whilst Gohan offered to hold Goten and leave the room.

"Not even when everyone is asleep?" Goku gave Vegeta a hopeful grin.

"We have to pack for this f-" Vegeta stopped himself as he felt small eyes glancing up at him, slowly he turned his head and glanced down at Goten holding a juice carton staring back at him in awe just waiting for that F-bomb to drop. "Fun safari..." he forced a smile and wiped the nervous bead of sweat from above his brow. That was a close one, thank fuck he was able to stop himself from that disaster. It was bad enough his three year old was flipping people off, the last thing he needed was for him to drop the f-bomb every few seconds. What kind of parent would he be seen as then?