UPDATE: Rewritten as of 03/2019

Disclaimer – I do not own DBZ or the characters.

Bra's First Words

Trunks grunted in frustration as he paced the gravity room doors. His dad had kicked him out! He'd said he needed to train with no distractions. Trunks was supremely offended at being referred to as a distraction!

He pressed the button on the wall panel that activated the house communication network. "Moooom! Dad's using up the gravity room and won't let me have a turn or share it! I'm going to fall behind Goten at this rate!"

It was only a moment before he got a response. "Trunks, this is the third time you've interrupted me while I'm working on my lab! I'm trying to work out cold fusion here; I'm so close! And what do you expect me to do about it?"

"I dunno! Something!" Trunks replied. "Pleeeeease, please please! Gohan promised to train us for a whole week if we could knock him out of the air just once!"

"... a whole week, you say? And of course you'd be staying over at Gohan and Goten's place the entire time, right?"

"No, Gohan said we'd go into the mountains and camp out for a week. Get some real training in, like he and Mr. Piccolo used to do!"

"... even better... You know what, I think there is something I can do for you. Give me a few minutes."

"Okay! Thanks, Mom!" With that, Trunks released the comm button and folded his arms to wait, leaning against the wall behind him.

It seemed like he had waited there forever, and he was debating the pros and cons of calling to bother his mom a fourth time when the doors finally opened. Before he could so much as push himself off the wall, the dark blur of his father zoomed passed him without so much as glance of acknowledgement.

What had his mom done?! Jeeze.

Deciding he really didn't care, Trunks ducked into the now vacant gravity room.

Bulma was sitting on the couch with her ten month old daughter seated on her lap. She'd made sure she was in a comfortable position before dialing up the gravity room and had just depressed the button to end the call. She didn't even have enough time to settle back into the couch cushions before Vegeta was there. Crouching in front of her, eyes riveted to the baby in her lap.

"She spoke?! Woman, are you certain?!"

"Oh, definitely!" Bulma replied, turning the little girl to face her father. "We were watching you train, because you know how I like the view, and she reached towards the screen and said it!"

As if to prove her point, little Bra spotted the Saiyan and lit up excitedly, reaching forward. "Da-da! Da-da!"

Bulma fought to keep the grin off her face as Vegeta swelled up with pride, taking his daughter in his hands and raising her up into the air above his face. She squealed with delight and giggled.

"Yes! That's my girl Strong and brilliant like her father!"

Bulma smacked his leg lightly. "And her mother!"

"...and her mother." Vegeta allowed with a smirk.

"And, because I know you're going to ask, yes, she did say her first words a full week before Gohan did. Two and a half weeks before Goten." She might have been rounding up just a teansey bit, but she wrote it off as worth it.

Vegeta scoffed. "Naturally she would be ahead of those weaklings!"

Bulma rolled her eyes, of course he would say that. Still, it was better than when he was brooding,

"Weakling!" the sweet small voice interrupted making both of them look up at the little girl in surprise.

"Yes, that's right. Kakkarot and his spawn are weaklings!" Vegeta encouraged, raising her up even higher, much to the child's delight.

"Da-da! Weakling! Da-da weakling!"

Vegeta froze up in horror, hardly daring to believe the words that had just came from his daughter's mouth.

And Bulma... Bulma tried. Really, she did. She tried so hard not to laugh. She'd have had better luck holding back a tsunami than stopping the full body, straight from the diaphragm guffaws that burst out of her.

She couldn't keep her seat on the couch and had collapsed to the floor, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she howled with laughter.

"Shut up, Woman! This isn't funny!"

She could only laugh harder, which was a form of answer in and of itself.

"Dada weakling! Dada weakling!" Bra cheered, caught up in her mother's mirth.

"No! Stop saying that!"

Oh, Dende, she hoped their daughter kept it up long enough to show Chi Chi...

Author's Note – I had this Idea while lying in bed sick and trying to get to sleep. This is what happens when I offer to co-author a DBZ fanfic with my sister. I start getting…'ideas'. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!

-Py