Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBallZ or anything related to it therein; all characters and etc. are owned by their respective creator Akira Toriyama, and there is no purpose of copyright/patent/trademark infractions.
No, I'm not dead! Yet…Unfortunately, things here seem to have been way too busy for me to write. Personal matters which are best left not asked about...
Anyway, I would like to give my greatest thanks to all of you who reviewed my very first rewritten chapter! Your opinions are very much appreciated, thus I would like to give special thanks to Trugeta, Kingpreditor, Ladii-Chocolate, and animeprincess1452!
To Trugeta: Thank you for the compliment! Yes,once upon a time, inspiration came back.It just doesn't seem to be lasting, though…Also, interesting that you mention; I was trying to decide whether I should have Vegeta's second daughter keep her original name or not. Well, I'll let you read and find out. Thanks again!
To Kingpreditor: A new reviewer! You are probably lost now, though. In any case, thank you for your review, I am glad to know that you liked the first chapter! Actually, I have at least three prewritten chapters, but I've a feeling that they won't be in store for long.
To Ladii-Chocolate: Hey, LC! Thanks so much for the compliments, I truly appreciate them! And yes, I know my update pace is something to be greatly pitied...At least I updated at all. Thanks again, though!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you very much for the comment! I'm very glad to know that you enjoyed the first chapter, and hope that I can manage to do as good a job in the chapters yet to come. If they come at all, that is. Thank you once again!
Here is the chapter, then!
2: A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches. - Proverbs 22:1
The tiny infant slept peacefully in the security of her crib, snuggled contentedly beneath soft blankets where her plushy toys kept her company.
The curtains to the window in her room had been closed a while ago by Bulma, but the room itself sat only in a type of semi-darkness, so it was relatively easy to see everything.
There was nothing to worry about right now, as far as the young one knew; this day was just like any other, and so she continued to sleep, unaware of how busy her family was downstairs.
Bulma and Bra were currently occupied with preparing for today's barbeque, as the former had no doubt that her guests would arrive with large appetites. As one would expect, this called for a great amount of food to be cooked, and that was no easy task. But Bulma was a patient woman, and she didn't complain.
Bra was quite agreeable in helping prepare for the occasion, and looked very-much forward to seeing the first guests so she could brag to them about being a big sister. Something that was not unanticipated by her family…
While the women made the food and tidied the house, Trunks and Vegeta trained furiously in the GR – or, Vegeta at least so.
He hadn't forgotten about choosing the new brat's name, either. Even if he didn't let it show. On the contrary, it had been on his mind since the woman had told him, and inwardly he struggled to think of anything.
Although Vegeta said that he took no interest in christening her, he was, in truth, not totally unwilling about it. He figured she'd be the last brat Bulma could even hope to have, and the only child of his he'd ever be able to name. Therefore, he took the matter very seriously.
Soon, the first of their friends arrived as Krillin, Eighteen, and Marron all came inside and through the hallway, looking for one of their hostesses.
Bra was the one to greet them, as her mother was still rather busy arranging the main part of the house. "Hi, guys."
"Hey, Bra," Krillin grinned. "We haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?"
"Good, thanks. Um, come on in," she said, and led the family through the hall and into the living room.
Bulma propped one of her couch pillows up to make the sofa look neater, and then gazed up at her friends, where they all exchanged warm greetings and proceeded to chat away amiably.
While her parents talked with Bulma, Marron, curious about the baby, started her own conversation. "So, Bra, you're a big sister now."
"Uh-huh," she nodded.
"Cool. I suppose it's a girl, then."
"Yup," she grinned. "And I wanted it to be a girl. So I guess I got my wish."
"Where is she?" Marron asked. "Can we see her?"
"Not right now. She's taking a nap upstairs in her room, and you can't wake her up, otherwise she gets all grumpy. Then she cries a lot. Obviously it can be frustrating," she added in a small whisper.
"Okay."
Sometime later, Gohan, Videl, and Pan arrived, and they, too, exchanged genial greetings with Bulma.
"Hi, guys. Glad you all made it, how have you been?"
"We've been pretty good. Thanks," Gohan answered.
"I hear you've been a little busy lately with taking care of the baby, am I right, Bulma? When will we be introduced to her?" Videl wondered while she steadily held her daughter's hand.
"You'll see her as soon as she wakes up. She likes her naptime, so we like to let her rest as often as possible. I guess you can only imagine why."
Krillin nodded. "For sure. You hate to learn the hard way why babies can't be disturbed when they're sleeping."
"So, what's her name?" Eighteen asked.
Bulma paused, glancing from the Chestnuts to the Sons, hesitating to answer. "Um…" She decided to avoid the stares by looking at the floor, all the while thinking, 'The one question I've been dreading, I should have known they would ask…!' "Uh, well, you…she…does…well, doesn't have a name…right now."
At this, all eyes went wide (even little Pan's) for both families thought that their long-time friend – not to mention scientific genius – had at least been able to come up with a name for the newborn.
Gohan managed to blink. "Uh…what?"
"I can explain. See, I wanted Vegeta to name her."
At hearing this, everyone nodded in understanding, looking rather unsurprised.
"As you can well imagine, he hasn't really thought of anything so far. But I'll give him more time if he needs it, I think…" 'Yeah right. If that man hasn't thought of something by this evening, I'm going ahead and naming her after myself.'
"Well, you'll have to let us know when he has. Come up with something, that is."
"Oh, yes. Of course. Right…" She stood silently for a moment, and then suddenly glanced up. "So, who wants drinks, huh?"
Afternoon…
It was some hours later, about 4 in the afternoon, and everyone had finally shown up. Goku, Chi-Chi, and Goten arrived not long after Gohan and his own family, and, after saying 'Hello' to everyone, the men decided to train with Vegeta and Trunks in the GR while the women chatted with Bulma.
After the rest of the Sons came, the human fighters turned up, and everyone hung out.
In the GR, the Saiyans sparred with one another, every-man-for-himself-style, while Chi-Chi and Videl helped Bulma finish everything up in the kitchen.
When food was finally ready, the Saiyans returned from their training, and everyone proceeded to help themselves, until…
A shrill cry from upstairs caused a few heads to turn, and Bulma glanced over at her friends. "Well, I guess she's awake now. I'll be right back," and she headed across the room to disappear down the next hallway.
A couple of minutes later, she returned, cradling her youngest in her arms, which, of course, caught all of the friends' attentions.
Chi-Chi smiled and folded her hands together. "Oh, my. Bulma, she's so cute."
Goku looked down over the genius's shoulder, grinning widely. "Wow, so that's her, huh? What's her name?"
Again, she hesitated, until a voice from the other side of the room answered, "Chain…"
Goku looked over at Vegeta. "Say what?"
"Chain," he repeated, never bothering to glance at anyone.
"Oh," Goku nodded, and then smiled at Chain. "That's a nice name."
Bulma grinned in satisfaction…and relief. "It's a great name. It suits her, I like it."
Chain yawned to wake herself up, stirred comfortably within her blankets, and then leaned back contentedly in her mother's embrace…
So there's chapter two, and I hope you all liked it! Even though it's taken how long for me to post it up? In any case, I think the story is coming along much better than before, at least in my own opinion.
Nextish: It's several months later, and the world is still at peace. But the Z-fighters have no idea how soon it's going to end, or that it even will end. Please return for Chapter 3!
