Discalimers: If I owned it, I wouldn't waste my valuable time writting a fanfiction about it.

Anyway, onto the fic!!!

"You want to name him what?!?!" the Saiy-jin prince exclaimed, holding onto his son in the delivery room.

"His name is Trunks," Bulma informed the nurse who was filling out the birth certificate.

"Like hell it is!" Vegeta yelled. "He is the son of a prince of Vegeta. His name will be Vegeta." He put on his best death glare, and delivered it to his mate. She just brushed it off, saying,

"Well, we have a long-standing tradition of names in my family, too."

"What, everyone's named after underwear? Well, not my son!"

"Fine. You'll just be sleeping on the couch forever, then."

Vegeta weighed his options. Having a son with a stupid name and a happy wife, or having a true son of Vegeta and Bulma extremly pissed off. He growled then, defeated.

"Fine. The brat's name is Trunks. But don't think I'm happy about it."

Bulma grinned at yet another victory. she thought.

"Vegeta, you're never happy about anything!"

"She's got a point," a voice called from behind him. Vegeta turned to see Kakarrot and his mate, Chi-Chi.

"What's his name?" the black-haired woman asked, entering the room and looking at the baby in the prince's arms.

"Trunks."

"Vegeta."

"Damn it, Vegeta, I thought we went through this already!"

The couple kept arguing as Goku and Chi-Chi made a discreet exit.

"I guess we came at a bad time," Goku commented. Chi-Chi just shook her head in disbelif.

"Trunks? What is she thinking?"