Okay. I'm happy that I have three reviews. (It's a sad, sad day when I'm happy over that.) So I am updating again.

Goku has a bit of a bone to pick with Vegeta, too. Let's see what he has to say.

I don't own DBZ. I own only Samara, who is briefly mentioned in the following chapter.

So, let's let the chapter speak for itself. As you may notice, what happened here is slightly different than what really happened. But who cares? When OCs are involved, things change.

Enjoy chapter three of "I am the Prince of the Saiyans"! Reviews make me happy like you wouldn't believe. You want to make me happy so I'll keep writing fanfiction, don't you? Don't you?

My first real memory of a Saiyan was when my brother Raditz came to Earth. Samara was here first, but I guess Saiyan females act more like Earthlings than Saiyans. I think that's why we hit it off; she's capable of compassion.

I won't lie – Raditz was a really tough opponent. We almost didn't beat him; Piccolo ended up killing us both. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make – I would willingly die to keep Earth safe.

Then we learned that two more Saiyans were coming, both at least three times stronger than Raditz. For the first time, I had to train hard and try to live up to my Saiyan heritage.

Gohan, my half-Saiyan son, received his first training. He was only four, but we needed every fighter we could find.

I arrived late, but you'd decided to stop and wait for me. It had been so long since you'd had a worthwhile fight.

We all fought hard against the one you called Nappa. You weren't fighting, yet – we were a handful of humans, a Namekian, two low-level Saiyans, and a half-Saiyan child. Even that outnumbered, Nappa alone should have easily been able to destroy us.

Most of us died in the attempt, but we held our own. Out of anger and frustration, you killed Nappa with one blow.

My question is: Why?

You've said that it was because he was weak. He was a strong warrior – I can't deny that. He should have easily crushed the three of us – Gohan, Samara, and me. But because he couldn't, he was a disgrace to our race. He was an embarrassment to the Saiyans.

But he was just that – a Saiyan.

He was one of us, Vegeta – yes, one of us. I know that you don't think of me as a Saiyan, even though my blood is as Saiyan as yours. I don't have most of our instincts – namely the killing instinct – but I do have two of them: our pride and our arrogance.

There are only so many of us left, Vegeta. You say we are a doomed race. Every time you say that, do you remember that there is one less Saiyan because of you?

I can understand that it is the Saiyan way to kill. The stronger fighters have to get rid of the weaker ones, to make our race stronger. But there was no need for him to die; with so few of us left, we couldn't afford to lose him.

If any of us should have died that day, it should have been me. You should have killed me that day, Vegeta.

Nappa was on your side – I wasn't. I was against you, and I never would have taken orders from you. I'm useless for rebuilding the Saiyan race – Samara, the only living female, is my sister.

So why did you kill Nappa and let me live, Vegeta?

Why did you kill Nappa, the one with the Saiyan instinct? Why did you kill the Saiyan with the proper training, who was fighting for you? Why did you let the one you call Kakkarot live, when he was a low-level solider with no training?

Why did Kakkarot get to live when he had no respect for you, the prince of the Saiyans?

Why, on that day, did the Saiyan Nappa die in place of the Earthling Goku?

Why, Vegeta? Why?

- Kuramastrass -