I’ve chosen right.

Prologue
Vegeta left the hospital, flying home. Carrying Bulma on his back, and holding his daughter in his arms. He looked at her.

“What are you going to call her?”

He grumbled. He didn’t think about naming her for even one second.

“O I know, let’s call her Bra.” Bulma said ecstatically.

He grumbled again. It was his child, not hers, not that he wanted to rub it in, but she wasn’t to name her.

“No, I’ll name her myself. You already named the first one. She is a full blooded saijan with a tail, therefore she will have a saijan name."

“A saijan name? Like what?”

It was quiet for a moment. You could almost here Vegeta think.

“Her name will be… Parawal.”

Bulma almost fell off of Vegeta’s back from laughing.

“Parawal? What kind of name is that?”

“Stay still woman, if you want to walk the way home you can just say so. And for your information, as I already told you, Parawal is a saijans name.”

Bulma decided it would be better if she’d just be quiet now. Vegeta was defiantly not in the mood to talk.


As they arrived at their home Bulma went straight to the room Trunks was in, to see if he was alright considering that they just left without checking upon him. Vegeta on the other hand, gave his daughter an other look. What to do with her?

Unlike Trunks she was a full blooded saijan, she should be raised like one. He put her in a crib, after he had taken the blankets out of it. Comfort was for the weak. There she lay. Silent asleep, not making any trouble because of the hard wooden crib. He placed his arms on the sides, leaning forward to give her a last look. The way she lay there peacefully. ‘She looks like her mother.’