Characters don't belong to me :)

This fic is a collection of one-shots involving the Capsule Corp Family (yes, we had too much already! Why do people keep on writing stories about them?!) which follow through the story of DBZ. It's a collection of headcanons, really. I may add or call out some reference to DBS in future chapters but who knows..

Some characters may be a bit OoC(?) well because the series hasn't properly delved into their personalities yet (lack of screentime) :) Personally, I'm interested with the potential story arc of the kids (Trunks, Goten, Marron, etc.) but since the series can't accommodate that much character arcs, we turn to fanfics.

Anyway, enjoy! :D

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It's a family tradition, and a cruel one at that. Naming your kids after an underwear is not something a normal parent would do but Trunks learned from a very young age that his parents are anything but.

Growing up, he thought what is the use of being the richest kid in the planet if you have the weirdest name, a title he passed unto his sister when she was born thirteen years later.

Trunks brooded over that detail one afternoon while he is watching a climactic scene an action film wherein the protagonist's wife is about to give birth while her husband tries to defend their house from a post-apocalyptic gang of psychopaths. Sitting a few feet from him is his mother, curled up in her favorite couch with her laptop. His sister is busy with her own paper dolls, humming a cheery song while the bloodshed on the TV goes on.

"Hey mom," he turned to his mother who gave a barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement. "Quick question: Were you so pissed off with Dad when I was born that you have to name me after an undergarment for junk?"

His mother glared at him, quickly glancing at his sister if she heard, but Bra didin't even look up. Her eyes darted back to the laptop once again.

"It's a family tradition," his mother replied absent-mindedly, resuming to her typing. "You're already twenty. You should be used to everyone calling you that by now."

Trunks rolled his eyes. "And was dad okay with it? Why didn't he fight you so hard to change my name into something more decent?"

"He did. Well, years later," his mother shrugged. "He added his name to yours and if we consider your birth paper, we should start calling you Junior from now on. Do you prefer it that way?" Trunks shook his head adamantly, making his mother smile.

"And what about Bra?" Trunks gestured at his seven-year-old sister, contentedly scribbling dresses on a small table in front of him. The poor girl. "She's going to be bullied for life. Haven't you thought of that?" He muttered, slumping back to his seat.

"Your sister can handle it, right, Bra?"

Bra just gave an enthusiastic "Uh-huh!" without looking up from her drawings. "If someone teases me, Papa said I can beat them up until they beg for mercy," she added happily.

"Play nice, Bra," his mother lightly reprimanded, raising the mug of coffee to her mouth.

"That's not the point!" Trunks reverted the conversation back to the argument he wants to make. "That doesn't change the fact that you guys are savage enough for naming us after an underwear. I mean, at least Aunt Tights had it good."

His mother began rubbing her temple, obviously getting tired with this conversation. "Believe it or not, you and your sister's name have sentimental value for your father and I."

"Sentimental..value? An underwear?" Trunks straightened from his seat, the movie in front of him forgotten. Even Bra stopped drawing, turning to listen to her mother curiously.

"Yes." His mother continued, "You see, it's the first item taken off...nine months before you were born."

Trunks scowled deeply. "What? I don't underst-" He stopped, realization kicking in. When Bra looked at Trunks, she saw a lavender-haired young man whose cheeks have turned tomato red, blue eyes wide until his pupils have shrunk into dots. She looked back and forth to her brother then to her mother, confused.

"What is it? I don't get it!"

"Your father and I have a good memory." His mother continued smugly, relishing his reaction before resuming to type on her laptop once again. Trunks' left eye twitched before he dazedly collapsed back to the sofa, burrowing his face against the pillow and groaning about why he even bothered to ask

"Big brother, what is it?" She tugged Trunks' arm, hating the fact that she's missing out on something but Trunks remained unmoved. "Mama, tell me!" She whined to her mother.

"All in due time, baby. You don't want to end up catatonic like your brother right now, do you?"

"I'm going to ask Papa," she declared mutinously, heading to the direction of the Gravity Room at once.

But her mother only let out a short bark of laughter. "Better not. You're gonna give him a heart attack."

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"We've been here for hours!" Pan said exasperatedly as she dove into a basket of ladies underwear for the fifth time. "Don't they have decent bras for training?"

"Can't you think of other things to buy except anything related to your training?" Bra rolled her eyes as Pan emerged out of the pile, yanking the garment against her chest for full measure. She had finally convinced Pan to shop for clothes they're going to wear for Marron's party later but so far, the only thing her raven-haired friend had purchased is a couple of training shorts and a new pair of dumbbells.

"I'm just getting to know your people," Pan looked up at her and smiled. "Bra, meet bra," she playfully threw the offensive undergarment on her face.

"Please...That joke's getting old." Bra threw it back at her, losing her patience. Pan may be a few years older than her but she's so darn childish sometimes.

"Still funny though," Pan giggled to herself. "Of all the clothes in this planet, why did your folks have to name you after a boobies undergarment anyway?"

"My mom said my name has sentimental value of some sort." Bra replied, shrugging. From a distant memory, she remembered a conversation like this years ago, in her family's living room.

"Why on Earth would an underwear have a sentimental value?"

"Wait, I'm trying to remember what she said," Bra's eyes narrowed in concentration. "...It's the first thing taken off."

"The first thing taken off?" Pan repeated, raising one brow. "As in, removed?"

"I think so. The first thing taken off nine months before I was born," Bra ended, smiling a little as she remembered her brother's funny reaction. "I remember Trunks had a weird reaction after hearing that. It still doesn't make any sense to me..." Her voice trailed off.

Both girls looked at each other, then looked at the heap of bras beside them. Their eyes met again and this time, both of their faces are crimson red.

"Uh, let's pretend this talk didn't happen." Pan finally said after a long, awkward pause. She dove back once again to the pile of underwear, eager to hide her blazing face.

"Yeah..." Bra quickly agreed, right eye twitching. She walked away to the opposite direction, eager to get away from Pan as fast as possible. Blast it, why did she have to remember that conversation anyway? Her parents aren't the only ones with good memory, apparently.