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IV.
Name Game
"So, what are you gonna name it?" Trunks pointed at his mother's now showing stomach from across the table. It used to be, before the "Big Buu Incident," as Bulma had taken to calling it, the Brief family triad was rarely in the same room together for more than a few minutes. Now, however, it was an unspoken statute that all three presented for a meal, or other shared activity, daily. It had never been suggested or discussed; it just happened, the way a lot of things happened after that fateful battle.
On this morning, their family-togetherness-time had taken the form of breakfast. Trunks and Vegeta sat at the table, devouring a dozen eggs each, while Bulma stood across from them, leaned against the counter, drinking her regrettably decaffeinated coffee. She pondered her son's question, then shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't thought about! We don't even know the gender yet."
"I hope it's a boy," Trunks said with enthusiasm. "Then I can help Dad train him!"
Bulma smiled, unable to hide how happy she was with her son, his father, and their beyond adorable relationship. "Hey, maybe a girl would want to train with you guys, too!" She countered, "and, maybe a boy would want to build robots with his super cool Mom."
"It will be a son," Vegeta stated, "and he should be called Vegeta." The Saiyan had cared very little about naming his first child, as he had been indifferent about the brat altogether in its first few months of life. Once he had decided to stay on Earth and train Trunks, however, he had suggested to Bulma that the child's rightful title be "Vegeta," continuing the royal family name. This was, unsurprisingly, met with opposition.
"Well, I guess Vegeta is one of those names that could work for a boy or a girl, so we'll put it on the list," Bulma replied with a smirk.
"It could not be a girl name, you idiot woman," Vegeta hissed, accidentally bending his fork as he clenched his fist around it.
Exchanging glances, Bulma and Trunks bit back their laughter. Taking the joke further, Bulma put a hand to her chin, pretending to be deep in contemplation. "You know," she began with exaggerated thoughtfulness, "it only seems right that I name this baby after my oldest friend! The one who has saved my life a million times! The greatest guy on Earth! Whaddya say, Vegeta? Let's call our son Goku!"
At this, Trunks fell backwards from this chair, laughing so hard that tears formed in his eyes. Bulma joined, supporting herself with a hand on the counter, doubled over (as much as she could be, given her baby bump,) in hysterical laughter.
"OH THAT IS VERY FUNNY," Vegeta growled, standing up and knocking his own chair backwards.
"Relax, would ya?" Bulma managed between fits of stitches, smiling at her husband. "You know I wouldn't! Besides, it's a girl!"
Vegeta's anger seemed to subside immediately, his enraged expression replaced with one of utter perplexity. "You know this? How?" he insisted.
The scientist shook her head, placing a hand on her stomach. "I don't know, I just have a feeling!"
Still intrigued, the Saiyan Prince approached his wife, eyeing her swollen belly with apprehension. "Can Earth women detect such things with accuracy? What about potential size and health?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Geeze Vegeta, read a book. Do ya wanna know her favorite color, too?"
The Saiyan narrowed his eyes at his mate, crossing his arms. "Well how am I supposed to know? I am not familiar with human childbearing mechanics."
"I'm quite sure you don't know anything about any childbearing, human, Saiyan, Namekian, or what have you," Bulma replied, furrowing her brow. "So don't you worry about it!"
"I do not take orders from you," Vegeta reminded her, one of his usual mantras. "I will worry about it if I damn well please!" He paused, face reddening. "I mean—I'm not worried about it. I care not at all about what silly name you give the brat, or what idiotic premonitions you have about its sex, or any of this human gestation annoyance in general. " With that, the Saiyan Prince stormed from the kitchen, the slam of the front door audible soon thereafter.
"Wow, he's really freaking out," Trunks noted, settling back into his chair.
"Oh yeah," Bulma agreed.
