Baby Names!

Bulma sighed as she walked into the living room, her hand on her large baby bump. She was eight months pregnant and she couldn't wait to give birth, this large bump was making it hard to do practically anything.

It was hard to sit down, to get back up, to bend, she couldn't even see her own two feet. But really, she just can't wait to hold her new baby girl in her arms.

The bluenette walked over to the sofa where her husband and thirteen-year-old son sat, watching one of their favorite movies, 300. Bulma looked at the screen and saw one of the men being beheaded. She shook her head and looked over to Vegeta.

"I'd rather my son train with you instead of watching such a violent movie," she said as backed up towards the sofa, attempting to sit down.

"The boy has seen and endured worse," Vegeta responded, noticing Bulma's attempt. He put his hand behind her as she eased down onto the cushion. Truth be told, he didn't know how the woman didn't throw a tantrum yet, he knew she was frustrated, but not once did she curse or throw anything. When she was pregnant with Trunks, she did those things on a daily basis.

"Trunks don't you have homework to do?" Bulma asked her son as she tried her best to swing her legs up and onto the sofa. Vegeta noticed and bent over, picking her feet up and placing it on the end cushion.

"Thank you," she said to him, then turned back to Trunks, "it's Sunday Trunks, you have school tomorrow, don't leave all your homework til the last minute."

"But-"

"Go do as your mother says," Vegeta barked, he was in no mood to hear his son whine. Trunks sighed and got up from the recliner, it was best not to object, he wouldn't have won anyway. Besides, he could just sneak out and go to the skate park with Goten, not like his father would care. The teenager walked out of the living room and upstairs to his room.

"He's not going to finish his school work, I bet," Bulma chuckled. She looked down at her large bump and rubbed it. "What do you think she's gonna look like?" Bulma asked. Vegeta shrugged as he stared at the T.V. screen. The bluenette sighed, "I wonder if she'll be just like you, your son already is."

"Is that a good thing?" Vegeta asked as he looked over to her.

Bulma smiled, "depends, really." She leaned her head back and rested it against the arm of the sofa. "My ankles are absolutely killing me."

Vegeta placed his hand on one of her ankles and began to massage it. "That's because you're always on your feet," he said, "you have robots for a reason."

"Very true," Bulma said, "may as well make use of them." She stuffed her hand into her cardigan's pocket and pulled out a small remote, pressing a button, she said; "bring a plate of strawberries with whipped cream." A light on the device blinked green, meaning the command was being fulfilled.

Bulma had a lot on her mind lately about the baby, the name being the first thing on her list. She just couldn't decide on a name, neither could Vegeta, every time she asked him about a name he had in mind, he would just shrug and say he didn't know.

But then, a thought came to her. "Hey, Vegeta," she called.

"Hm."

"We still haven't decided on a name for the baby," she said, "what about a Saiyan name?"

Vegeta looked at her, he didn't expect her to ask about Saiyan names. Of course there were lots of different names, but he didn't think Bulma would like any of them. "There's many names with different meanings," he said.

"Something simple," Bulma said. As much as she wanted a unique name for their daughter, she wanted it to mean something simple and dear to her.

Vegeta thought for a second, it had been years since he spoke the Saiyan language. It took him a couple of minutes, then once he thought of some names, he began to say them. "Shinko, Bura, Calice, Ava-"

"Bura," Bulma interrupted, "what does that one mean?" Bura, it sounded...pleasant, the bluenette liked the name as soon as she heard it.

"Hope," Vegeta replied.

"Hope," Bulma repeated. Hope represented so many things in her life, from every enemy that came to Earth, she always had hope that they would be defeated. She always had hope. "Bura Briefs, I like it. What do you think?"

"Has a nice ring to it," Vegeta muttered as he turned his attention back to the movie.

Bulma smiled, it was his way of agreeing anyway. She looked down to her baby bump and smiled, "We'll see you soon, Bura Briefs."

AN: Yes, I know Bura/Bra doesn't mean hope, but c'mon it's cute! I felt like more work could've been done to this drabble but I didn't know where? I reread it like 5 times and didn't know what else to put. Anyway! I'm finally finished with Online schooling! So that means I have a lot more time to write! I hope you guys liked this drabble, tell me what you think! I love the feedback, thank you to all those who follow and favorite as well!