Author's Notes: The chapters are going to get a bit longer from this point on. At least that's my intention as of now. I can't cover all ground with this story but I want to get a lot of questions answered by Vegeta. If you have anything you think Bra should ask? Leave it in a review. I'll probably include it. Thanks and enjoy the newest installment!

She was staring across the table at him while he ate breakfast. The wheels turned in her head and Vegeta was avoiding eye-contact with those piercing blue eyes. The question was coming; he could tell she was going to ask one. He just didn't know about what. Right now she was sifting through the tons of inquiries in her brain to find one that he would open up about.

To ask about Frieza on day one would be stupid.

To ask about Goku and what drove his hatred for him for so long would get him mad and, therefore, also be moronic.

And to ask about Majin Buu would be suicide.

"What was Vegeta-Sai like, Daddy?" Bra's head cocked as she looked over at her father. Vegeta blinked; he had been expecting something far more personal and pushy for day one. Especially since this question was nothing compared to what she'd asked him the previous days since the curiosity kick had come.

The worse part about how easy the question was the fact he didn't know how to describe Vegeta-Sai. It had been a very long time since he'd thought of his home planet. Descriptions of Earth along with pictures in his mind of planets he'd visited in his travels had blended in with one another to create something he was sure wasn't accurate.

Had he truly forgotten his home?

"Dad?" Bra pursed her lips together, "Was it like Earth? What kind of creatures lived on it?"

"That's more than one question," Vegeta choked out before taking another sip of his coffee to clear his throat. He still hadn't made eye-contact. Was this question really that personal? Bra couldn't tell. He was acting very strange though so it definitely hit a nerve. That meant that it was important to him. She had been smart by picking this question. Even though terrain wasn't important-- the terrain that stuck out to her father was.

"Well, you still haven't answered my first question," Bra replied simply.

He was silent for a long time, just sipping that coffee with unseeing eyes as he dug through his mind for his home planet.

"The…" he began slowly, picking every word carefully to describe his home as he spoke, "The landscape was rugged. It wasn't like Earth. The sky was a deep violet and the clouds…" Bra cocked her head as she realized this was an unbelievably hard subject for her father. Mostly because he couldn't remember. "They weren't like Earth's clouds," he voiced.

That was his anchor. It's not Earth. The land isn't green like Earth's. The clouds aren't white like Earth's. Earth wasn't Vegeta-sai. Earth wasn't home.

"The clouds were crimson, like freshly fallen blood," the prince finally settled on the color. Carefully he picked more things out of his memory, "The soil was the deepest black I've ever encountered. The… there was no grass. What…"

Bra frowned as she saw her father's eyebrows scrunch together as he tried to figure out what exactly sprouted from the ground.

"Were they like weeds?" she hoped to push him along.

"WEEDS?" Vegeta finally met her eyes and let out a scoff, "Of course not. Those plants were far more inviting than the 'grass' outside," he said, waving his arm at the apparently ignorant idea Bra had voiced. "There was another name for it-- those golden plants that sprouted all along the country-sides." The warrior's eyes looked at his coffee, "I can't recall what it is though," he growled.

"Skip it," Bra shrugged.

He looked at her in shock.

"I won't know anything more about it than I did before if you tell me some name I've never heard. If you describe a llama to me well enough but don't call it a llama? Well, I still see a llama," she smiled at him cutely.

His eyebrows pulled together, "What the Hell is a llama?" he growled.

"Uhhhh… Nevermind. Totally not worth it. I don't like llamas anyway," Bra shook her head. "Continue!" she urged him.

He scowled and took a drink of his coffee, "The creatures were large. I… I don't know if I can describe all of them to you- we don't have enough time for that- but there was one…" he smiled ever-so-slightly, "The first mission of every great Saiyan warrior is to slay one. It towered above our race by twenty stories with cold silver irises that pierced into your very being."

Bra smiled. She loved when her father talked more than to say something sarcastic. The way he put his sentences together was absolutely marvelous to her. He wanted to make the journey to whatever he was saying detailed; so much so that she could paint this picture in her mind with great accuracy because of the words he delicately chose to speak to her with.

"The fangs were long, gargantuan specimens that sharpened at the tips into something so precise that if I were to put a piece of the most prestigious metal work underneath it and brushed it along the edge?" Vegeta shook his head, "It would slice down the middle like a slice of lunch meat.

"The texture of the skin was hard and jagged. Layer upon layer of scales covered it's chest to make even the strongest warrior have to spend time when deciding on how to slay it. Nobody could deliver a ki-blast strong enough to penetrate all the layers in a single blow…" he trailed as he got sidetracked about something.

"Not even you?" Bra inquired.

The prince snapped out of it and he lifted his head to look at her, "I never got to fight it," he informed her very simply.

"Why- … oh…" she realized the answer after she asked the question.

"Because they were all wiped out when the planet was destroyed."

The teenager began to stir her cereal around with her spoon quietly now; she had no idea how to branch off of that sad note.

"Nappa fought it," her father surprised her by continuing with his speaking. She looked up with startled eyes as he poured himself another cup of coffee. "He would tell me about the battles he had to go through. Because the training that's required to become a warrior required them and what-not. Nappa was skilled and ruthless and that's how he came to be my companion."

"Companion?"

"Like a fighting partner. Nappa looked after me when I was a child and needed a sort of body-guard." He paused and made a face at the way he had phrased the sentence. "Not that he needed to protect me. I'm of royal blood and he dealt with tedious battles.

"He, along with Raditz and I, were the only Saiyans not on Vegeta-sai when it was… destroyed," Vegeta sneered slightly.

"… Dad, were you close to Nappa?" she gently asked.

"Closer than I was to Raditz, I suppose."

"Who were you the closest to on Frieza's ship, you think?"

Vegeta was silent and then he let out a laugh at the irony of what he was about to say. "I was closest to Frieza."

Bra stared at him in surprise. She couldn't think of a damn thing to say to that. Especially not after how he had said it.

"Really?"

"Yes," Vegeta shook his head, chuckling now. Bra was hoping he was just laughing because his body couldn't deal with the shock of his epiphany. That his closest companion had been the famous tyrant himself.

"… Like, how? How is that possible?"

The prince grew silent again and she bit her lip in suspense, "I don't think you're ready for that, Bra," he decided.

"What?! How am I not ready!?" she exclaimed.

"You're not…" she could see he disagreed with the initial phrasing of that sentence so he started over and finished with a frankness she hated. "You're too impressionable," he decided.

"I know that lots of bad stuff happened on that dumb ship! I know not to do any of it! Why can't you just be honest, Daddy!?"

He didn't reply.

"How come you and Frieza were so close!?" she demanded.

"Because I was Frieza's bitch," he spat the words at her angrily before he became cold and reserved again. "Make of that what you will." Vegeta stood up and said the thing he always did when he wanted to bail out of something. "I'm going to train."

Bra let him leave as she sat there in silence. What could she possibly say to that, anyway? She stared at the half-empty coffee cup across the table where her father had been sitting as she let it soak in.

Because I was Frieza's bitch.

What the Hell was that supposed to mean? Did her father just openly admit to being raped by the man who killed his entire race, minus a select few?

That would definitely explain why Vegeta was so fucked up.

She knew that her father was a cold man. She knew that he didn't like open displays of affection, even when people were known to be together, like a husband and wife. Her mother was her father's life-mate and he still didn't like to kiss her in public. Bra had pegged that on her dad just being a private sort of person but never placed that privacy on anything bigger than Vegeta just being unfriendly.

She'd never thought to associate it with rape, that was for sure.

But as she put the pieces together in her mind, it all made sense. She'd watched many times before as her mother gave her father a little peck on the cheek and she'd observed her father let out a huff, turn red, and quickly look away from her mother. Did Bulma know about this? Would she want to know about this? More importantly, was it even her place to go and tell that secret to Bulma without Vegeta's permission?

Bra stood up and trotted down the stairs to find her mother in the lab, as usual, working on some sort of robot. "Mom… I was asking Dad-"

"Some questions. I know. Your father isn't very happy about the questioning you've been doing lately," Bulma laughed as she worked, "He gets all huffy when I bring it up and bitches about you being nosey and how you got it from me-"

"Mom, did you know that Dad got raped?" Bra blurted out.

Bulma's hands froze as she didn't move for what seemed like an eternity. "Mom?"

"Yes, I knew about… about that," Bulma spun in her chair so she was looking at her daughter, "Did he tell you in one of your interrogations?"

"Yeah. Then he went to go train," Bra looked at the ground, scuffing her shoe against the cold cement floor and Bulma sighed.

"Damn it," she leaned over and flipped down a monitor before messing with some controls. "Show the GR," she ordered in a clear voice and tone so the computer would respond with the correct visual.

Bra walked over and looked at the screen as the GR popped into view. Bulma let out another sigh as she leaned back and watched her husband train more vigorously than he had in a long time. "Bra, you should go spend the night with Pan. It's going to be a loud and long day," her mother said as she stood up. "Tell Trunks to stay near Goten too," she added before leaving the lab as Bra trailed behind.

"Did I do something wrong? I didn't tell him to tell me that!" Bra exclaimed.

"No, honey," Bulma looked at her patiently with a warmness that her father never carried. A human warmness. A weakness because of emotions. "You didn't do anything wrong. Your father just has a lot of skeletons in his closet," she pointed up the stairs, "Go get some things and I'll take you to Gohan's, okay?"

Bra scowled and stormed up the stairs to pack her things.

She had just closed her drawer of jewelry right when a large explosion came from the GR that shook the house so much so that she fell backwards and onto her bed.

"Ugh, if I had known 'what was your home town like?' translated into 'yo pops did you get raped?' I would have never started asking him this stuff," she grumbled to herself as she shoved her red sweater into her bag.