Chapter seven is here! Woo!

I don't own DBZ. I wish.

Oh, just thought I would mention my biggest inspiration for this little fic. It's on my favorites list - Unread Letters by Miss Ani Mae. If you like this, go read it!

Um... well, here's another chapter. This is the last person really with anything to say to Vegeta. Sorta. I'm kinda lying, but only a little. Make what you will of that.

So, let's see what Bulma has to say to our Saiyan prince, shall we?

And then let's patiently await his highness's response. Hopefully you'll like it as much as the last... three times. And next time will definitely be the last time for Vegeta.

So, for your reading pleasure, here's chapter seven of "I am the Prince of the Saiyans"! Reviews make me happy, and if you make one person happy, you happify the whole world!

Everyone needs love. Everyone needs someone or something to love, and everyone needs to be loved by someone else.

Everyone, Vegeta. Saiyans are not exempt from this.

And I feel sorry for you. You're always alone, and you seem to like it that way. You purposely isolate yourself.

But even you need love.

You stay on this planet because the rest of your race is here. At least, I think that's why you stay here. You have nothing else here to hold you back or tie you down; you could go anywhere.

Yet, you stay on Earth.

You stay on Earth for the companionship of Goku, Gohan, and Samara. But you stay away from them. You're almost always off by yourself, training in a cave somewhere. Honestly, you're as bad as Yamcha – living in the desert with a cat.

All of you men are like that. Goku spends a lot of his time training, too. But at least he comes home at least once a day – when he's hungry. He only disappears for a few hours; you vanish for weeks, or months.

I've learned a lot about the Saiyans since Samara came here. And I can't say that I'd ever want to be one. I won't deny that you have some pretty awesome technology. I can't. But to be shipped off to some strange, cold planet when you're only a few days old? To be expected to either kill or be killed that young? That's sick! It's insane!

And where's the love there?

God, I'd pick being named Bulma Briefs over that any day. My dad might have absolutely no taste in names, but at least I know he loves me.

What about you?

From what I hear from Samara, I gather that every Saiyan idolizes their father. That's not exactly love, but I guess it's the best I can expect from you guys. And her father was great. He spent time with her. He loved her.

What about you?

Her father's dead now, but she still has Goku and Gohan. They're one big, happy, Saiyan family.

Is that why you avoid them? Are you jealous that they have something you've never had?

I don't think your father loved you, Vegeta. I've never met him, and I've never heard you talk about him. All Samara would say when I asked one day was that you don't like him because he let Freiza take over. I don't blame you for that. That creep! The thought of him still gives me the heebie-jeebies.

But I don't think he loved you. Why?

"I am the prince of the Saiyans!"

You looked up to your father, but he didn't love you. You can't accept the position of king because you can't accept the role of that man.

You resent him for not loving you.

From the whole sending-day-old-infants-off-to-another-planet thing, I want to say that Saiyans aren't capable of love. But looking at Goku, Gohan, and Samara, I know that that isn't true. The three of them love each other so much. They make me jealous and hate being an only child.

But whenever I see them together, even though I'm jealous, I feel extremely lucky to be able to witness love like that. And every time, I thank God that Goku fell on his head when he was little. Never because I'm grateful he didn't kill us all; I always forget about that. I could never imagine my Goku doing that, even now that I know he's one of you.

No, I always thank God he fell on his head because if he hadn't, I never would have met him, and then I'd never be able to see love like this.

He lost his Saiyan instinct when he hit his head. You might want to argue that that's why he can love. But Samara's capable of love too; she was raised the Saiyan way.

We're all capable of love – every single creature. It's what holds us all together. We all need love. Even you.

Even the prince of the Saiyans.

- Kuramastrass -