Trunks Briefs was not pleased to say the least.

The beginning of the whole "your mother is pregnant" affair wasn't so bad he supposed. After all, it had meant someone to play with, someone to protect, someone to help cure the odd sense of loneliness he felt when he wasn't around his younger friend Goten (which sadly was often due to the Son family living so far away in the mountains). But after the exciting news of the pregnancy, it all seemed to go downhill from there; at least from the lavender-haired boy's point of view.

As it turned out that carrying a baby inside your belly for months as it grew in size was hard on a woman, and Trunks soon felt that he was being informed of this daily. The aches and pains of the pregnancy were frequent, and Trunks began to wonder if it was really worth the trouble. After all, they already had an amazing kid; there was no need for his mother to go through all this discomfort right?

He was only truly frightened by the prospect of his mother being in pain when in her later months of pregnancy he was rudely awoken by his father at the dead of night, only to be informed that they needed to take a quick trip to the hospital. That "quick trip" lasted for several hours, and even then Bulma stayed in the patient's bed for the rest of the day "just to be safe". Neither she, nor the boy's father explained to him the problem. They only said that it was "just a scare".

Then came the ultrasound.

Trunks had been hoping, praying, for the baby to be a boy. He wanted so badly to be like Gohan; an amazing older brother helping to train a younger pupil. He even made his dad promise that he would let him help with the training of the child if it happened to be a boy. Vegeta agreed, but gave an annoyed snort at the conditions of the training. "Boy, the child will be trained no matter the gender. On planet Vegeta the woman were just as adept as men at fighting, and were only less frequent on the field of battle due to them birthing children."

Trunks nodded in understanding, but still hoped for a boy.

It was a girl.


"Hey boys." Bulma smiled tiredly up at her husband and son, a small infant wriggling in her arms. "Who want's to meet the newest member of the family?"

The two males slowly crept into the room, neither of them very sure what to do. Vegeta himself had not been present for Trunks's birth, and was unsure what the protocol was on infant babies. Trunks was trying to follow his fathers lead, only to find that Vegeta was just as lost on what to do.

Seeing their discomfort, Bulma laughed mockingly. "Oh come on you dorks! Come say hi to Bra."

Finally making his way to the edge of the crisp clean sheets of the hospital bed, Trunks peered into his mother's arms. The baby was very small; much smaller than he thought she would be. She had a small, odd looking face, bright blue eyes and the smallest amount of blue hair sprouting from the top of her head. Staring at the strange looking creature, it suddenly occurred to him that he would not be playing with his little sibling any time soon.

Trunks sighed lightly, then jumped in surprise as he took notice of his father planting a deep kiss onto his mothers smiling lips. "Ewwww! Dad stop, that's so gross!"

The prince of all Saiyans took a moment to compose himself before ruffling his son's hair aggressively. "Can it, boy."

"Welllll," Bulma shifted her weight to bring the infant girl closer to her father and brother. "What do you think? She's a good deal smaller than you were when you were a baby Trunks, which is strange considering how much harder this pregnancy was."

Vegeta growled. "Not only has she got your hair woman, she like a little 'Bulma clone'. Not Saiyan looking at all. Why is it that all our children get your family's odd coloring?" Trunks and his mother knew that Vegeta was only pretending to be annoyed. It was his way of masking his happiness really. He had gotten a lot better at being a dad in those last few years after the Buu fiasco, and he honestly couldn't care less about the hair or eye color of his new infant daughter.

Bulma rolled her eyes at her huband. "What do you think Trunks? She's quite the beauty isn't she?"

Trunks raised his eyebrow at the blue haired baby. "Babies sure do look funny don't they dad?"

Bulma's eyes widened as she gasped. "Trunks!"

"They sure do, son."

"Vegeta!"


After the exciting birth of the newest member of the family, Trunks had hoped that everything in his household would return to normal. It did not. A few things did; Vegeta was now no longer stressed about his wife's well being and returned most of his attention on training his young son, and therefore Trunks's time in the gravity room was nearly doubled. The lavender-haired boy was not fooled however; he knew that most of the time spent in the gravity room was now a retreat from the crying and screaming of his new little sister.

As he was informed by his father, Trunks was very much a quiet child when he was a baby. In fact it was a little cause of concern to Vegeta and Bulma that he didn't cry nearly enough, and they had worried that he was sick somehow. Most saiyan children were quite loud, and were kept in chambers with sound-proof walls when they were only just born. Despite this oddity about him, Trunks was quickly told that it turned out to be nothing, because Trunks had grown up so much stronger than most saiyan children would have.

Bra was not like her brother. Not at all.

She screamed and cried for most of the time she was awake, or at least Trunks thought so. He was awoken often in the dead of night to the sound of screaming and his mother trying to comfort the infant. The two saiyan princes however had no idea how to comfort infants, though Vegeta did try sometimes. So to the almost sound-proof gravity room the two boys retreated, though even with their saiyan hearing they could still pick up the whines and cries of the princess.

"She is such a pain!" Trunks growled, letting himself fall to the floor of the gravity room and pressing his hands against his sensitive ears. "How could one little baby make so much noise?!"

His father peeled off his sweaty gloves, oddly calm despite the intense pain shooting from one of his ears to the other. "It's just how babies are Trunks. We just aren't used to it."

Trunks pouted and folded his arms in aggravation. "Well I doubt I'll ever get used to this. From watching Gohan and Goten I never thought that having a sibling was a bad thing."

"It isn't."

"It is so far."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and gave Trunks a light kick in the side. "I don't think you know how lucky you are boy. Having a little sister is something that no one in the royal family has experienced for generations. Girls are almost never born into the royal bloodline, and there never was one that has such a strong older brother as she does."

His son rolled over and gaped at his dad. It was true that his father had been oddly soft and gentle since the new baby had arrived, but this was something extraordinary in his eyes. Vegeta? handing out compliments?

Vegeta padded towards the door before pulling it open and locking eyes with is surprised son. "You will take care of her, right?"

Trunks swallowed. "Uh, yeah. Of course."

"Good."


At the side of the crib, Trunks pondered his fathers words. 'It's so creepy when he gets all serious.'

As though awoken his thoughts, out came a cry from Bra. It was a weird scream-y spittle-y sort of sound that was enough to make Trunks cringe. Finally standing up on his tiptoes he looked down at her, a fat, fussy little creature that made the poor saiyan boy wish to be deaf. He frowned at her. 'Why is she fussing? Does she need attention all the time?'

Rolling his eyes, Trunks reached down into the crib, looking to pat her head or something of the like in an attempt to keep the quiet. "Will you shut up? You're going to make my ears-"

Before he got the chance to attempt comforting her, Bra's little hand shot up from her mouth and gabbed hold of Trunks's index-finger, finally quieting down and staring up at her elder brother with interest. Trunks was so surprised that he forgot what he was saying, and stood silent as her blue eyes peered up at him as though for the first time. He had never understood why his grandparents kept saying how much she looked like him, but now he did, her eyes matched his perfectly. It felt like looking into a mirror.

"Bra honey?" Bulma rounded the corner into the baby's pink room. "What's wrong?.. Trunks?"

Her son snapped out of his trance of staring into his sister's eyes and pulled his captured finger back quickly. "What?"

"I..." Bulma was surprised to say the least. For the weeks that followed the birth of his baby sister Trunks had not spent much time at all with her, definitely not of purpose anyway. "What's happening Trunks? You came in to play with your little sister?"

"...Yeah I guess."