Vegeta looked at the ground. There must be something of interest here! He saw a strange brown furry thing on the floor next to his feet. The baby grabbed it, and brought it closer to his mouth.
"WAA!!" he screamed when the pain shot through him. He pushed the brown object away instantly; realizing that it hurt biting what he didn't know was his own tail.
He looked around for something else to chew on or fidget with. What was that? His eyes rested on long, blue, pretty thing that hung a little over the side of the bed. Vegeta crawled over to it excitedly. He just about managed to reach up and grab whatever it was. He pulled down on it, and was soon covered by the blue silk. He began to laugh.

Hearing the noise, Kyuuri turned around.
"Oh, Vegeta!" she sighed when she realized the laughter was coming from underneath the dress she was saving for tonight's dance. She lifted it up, ignoring the saiyan that sat underneath it. Vegeta looked at the dress, and tried grabbing it again.
"No." Kyuuri frowned, and walked a little further away from him. Vegeta watched her. Kyuuri was examining the dress. There were a few creases, but nothing that couldn't be smoothed out. She was more worried about whether her son had decided to wash it or not. Kyuuri breathed a sigh of relief when she found no drool on it. She put it back on the bed, this time making sure no part of the dress was hanging over the side. She wouldn't normally be so careful, but it wasn't her dress. Iris had leant it her, because it was a dance taking place at Frieza's palace, as it wasn't really saiyan custom to hold dances and things like that.

Vegeta began to shout in that strange baby language of his that nobody except him could understand. Kyuuri looked at her son, whose arms were outstretched. He stared at her. Sighing, Kyuuri picked him up.
"What do you want?" she asked him. "Hm?" Vegeta grabbed a piece of her loose hair, and began to tug at him.
"OW!" Kyuuri shrieked. "Get off!!" she pleaded, but her son just laughed. She extended her arms, holding him further away from her face, but the baby still wouldn't let go.

Regretfully, Kyuuri turned around, so he could see the dress. Vegeta let go of her as she put him down on the bed.
"Little brat, I knew you'd take after your father!" she mumbled as her son happily crawled all over her dress, creasing it. She brushed her hair, and then turned back to the baby.
"Come here!" she frowned, picking him up. Kyuuri put him down on the floor, and crouched down in front of him. "Are you going to behave?"
"Ba?" Vegeta replied, looking at her. Kyuuri sighed.
"Well, at least you genuinely don't understand what I'm saying, your father just doesn't listen." she told him, chuckled. Vegeta continued to stare at her blankly, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Kyuuri giggled at the puzzled expression on her son's face.
"Cute little thing." she picked him up again, and hugged the little saiyan. Vegeta smiled.
"Mama." he said. Kyuuri gasped, and stared at him. This was the first time she'd ever hear him speak. She was his first word! She smiled lovingly at the boy.
"Maybe there's hope for you after all." She put him down. "We'll see." "See-see." Vegeta copied, and laughed.