Hi everyone! Just wanted to let you know this is going to be a short fic. Just a couple of song-fic chapters that let us in to the Dark Prince's conscious. And a little plot twist that will show us insight to the how those in his life feel about him. I'm just writing this to help me get out some idea's that are making updating my other story difficult! Enjoy!

I'm not quite sure what is happening. I remember being in the gravity room running through my most vigorous Saiyan kata's I had learned from my father before I left my home world. The machine was turned up all the way to 750 times earth's pathetic gravity. The nightmares had returned again, and I woke up in a cold sweat screaming for the second time tonight. The woman had asked me what kept plaguing my mind, but I could not tell her. Though I had formed a sense of trust with her, I knew she still saw me as a monster. She needed no help from my twisted mind in remembering the animal I still was inside.

So I dragged my sorry ass out to the GR knowing I would spend the rest of the night wearing my body to the point of exhaustion, in hopes of obtaining some restful sleep. And so here I am, body screaming at me, begging me to voice the command that would stop this crazed beating it was enduring. But I could not relent. If I gave up now I knew the nightmares would just return, I had to keep pushing. So I did the one thing that always seemed to help me. "Computer, que The Prince's music." I ordered as I continued throwing punches and kicks at invisible enemies. "Yes Prince Vegeta." Came the automated response. "Engaging Playlist." And with that the blare of the music began playing, but could barely be heard over the loud whir of the GR set at its highest gravitational level. "Computer, Max Volume!" I shouted as the bass began pouring through the speakers.

I could feel every deep beat resonate inside of me. My heart pounding away in rhythm to the first song that blared out. Though humans were weak and pitiful, they had given birth to something I had never experienced the likes of anywhere else in the universe. Rock music. My daughter, the tender age of 14 was quite the rebel. Though her mother and brother listened to more upbeat music, she had introduced me to this great wonder when she was only 10. My wife couldn't understand why her beautiful baby girl would listen to such hard, dark music, but I could. She may be her mother's spitting image. But her mind was often a mirror image of my own. Though not as corrupt and defiled, she was very much a true Saiyan warrior.

She trained vigorously in the GR at night especially after getting into fights with her mother who demanded she act like a "respectful young lady" not a wild animal like her father. Like me. One night after over hearing this fight for the first time, I hid in the shadows as the fight moved upstairs, Bulma following bra who was trying her best to reign in her temper and ignore her mother's pointless pleas. "This music is not meant for little girls Bra, it is dirty and vile, and it speaks of horrible things you do not need to know about. No wonder you're always swearing and saying these rude things to your teachers and other kids at school! This rock music is a horrible influence and I won't have you listening to it anymore!" Bulma yelled trailing behind Bra as she made her way to her room.

"I'm not a child anymore mom, and I know of all these things you try to shelter and protect me from. This music speaks to me in a way you could never understand! It appeals to a side of me that is NOT human mom! And I don't swear at my teachers and the other kids because of rock music, I swear at them because they are all idiotic weaklings who think they know everything and need to be put in their place when it comes to how the talk to me." She turned to face her mother with a smirk that made my heart beat wildly with pride. A chip off the old block, if I do say so myself.

My daughter's words had the desired effect as her mother starred open mouthed at her in a loss of words. The longest I had heard my wife remain quiet in years. With a satisfied smirk Bra turned to her door and slipped into her room. Locking it behind her leaving her mother in a stunned silence. When Bulma seemed to be able to think again she screamed in frustration and stormed back down the stairs in the direction of her lab, no doubt to work off her frustration. Unaware of the sound of balcony doors being opened and closed quietly on the other side of my youngest's door. I on the other hand made my way from the shadows and headed down stairs to the GR. As I made my way outside a flash of blue crossed my path and slipped inside the training room. I heard the room engage and a deafening scream could be heard from inside. That is until it abruptly cut out.

I approached the GR and entered my override code, the door opening as a loud guitar entrance could be heard. It's pace started off slow and repeated a few times as the doors closed and locked behind me. And there stood my daughter hair pulled up into a pony tail flying through the very first Kata I had ever taught her with practiced ease. Suddenly I heard two voices jump in to the sound of the music. One came from the speakers, and the other was my little girl singing along. I couldn't quite make out the words so I stepped closer as the speed picked up.

"You think you're so persuasive, but I'm not giving up.

Saving my life, is not what you're doing.

I, I won't justify the way I live my life.

Cause I'm the one living it, feeling it, tasting it, and you're just wasting your time.

Trying to throw me a line, when you're the one drowning.

I like where I'm at, on my back, floating down in my own riptide.

The water is fine."

Her pace picked up, as the meaning of the words sunk in to her head. The punches became stronger, the kicks swifter. Each line accentuated with a vigorous punch.

"I like to step on cracks; I go against the odds.

You think my world is flat, do I turn you on?

Maybe I'm wrong, but I like where I'm going.

I leave when other's stay, I never re-decide.

I don't mind if you wait, but I don't waste my time.

Crazy, is just fine, cause I like where I'm going!"

She belted out and before she could continue on to the chorus I disengaged the GR.

As the gravity lowered down from 450 to 0 her body tensed and I felt her extend her senses out. I felt as they brushed over me, first in agitation, and then as they seemed to recognize my ki signature, in appreciation and warmth. I lent my senses out and let my ki wash over her with a sense of pride and endearment meant only for her. Her body physically relaxed as she turned to look up at me with a bright smile. "Hi papa." She said as her eyes met mine. She had grown up so fast, and was becoming quite a beautiful young lady. Seeing her so grown reminded me of when I had first met her mother. She was so fiery and fierce on Namek. Just like her teenage daughter was now.

"Hi princess." I said with a knowing smile. "Get into another fight with your mother did you?" I asked as I gestured towards the stereo she had built in the GR. It was the one place she could listen to her music as loud as she wanted to because she was a perfect split between her mother and myself. A hard warrior and a beautiful genius. Soon after she had installed an amazing surround sound system into the GR she had also sound proofed the machine, so she could turn her music up to the max and lose herself in her training.

Bra nodded her head as a distasteful look made its way onto her face. "You understand why I listen to that music, don't you papa?" She asked with a voice that sounded so deceivingly innocent it plucked at my heart strings. "Of course I do princess. It's because you are a true Saiyan. Unlike your brother" I spat. This brought an even bigger smile to her face. "I knew you'd understand papa. You like my music don't you?" she asked a mischievous glint in her eye shined as she looked at me. I grunted, crossing my arms over my chest and turned my head towards the door. This would have made anyone else drop the subject, but Bra always did see right through me.

"I made a playlist of songs just for you papa. You should listen to them." I kept my head turned but let my eyes wander over to meet her gaze in curiosity. She made a list of music, just for me? This seemed to encourage her as she spoke with renewed vigor. "It's under the Prince's Music, if you'd like to give it a listen. The songs…" Her voice trailed off and I turned to give her my full attention, curiosity at its peak. Her gaze dropped to the floor. "They remind me of you papa. I really think you'll like them." And with that she walked to the door, grabbed a towel to drape around her neck and opened the door. "Good night papa." She said without turning back and walked out the closing doors.