Hours into their sparring, he decided now was as good a time as ever. He might even be tired enough to have an actual conversation with. The only other saiyan in the world, and the only one who actually remembers their home planet. The curiosity of what it was like had never struck him, he was content with life on earth. It had never bothered him but it bothered the other saiyan greatly, how his friendly attitude and carefree spirit was, as he would always say to him 'the opposite of being a proud saiyan warrior'. He was still the strongest in the world but the desire to know hadn't affected him before. Until now, after his weird dream. He just needed to know the what if, his curiosity was killing him. He smirked as he looked at the Prince, thinking of how he was going to bring this up. Considering the definite change of heart Vegeta had gone through, there was a huge possibility he would not even consider it. Goku knew just what buttons to push.

'Alright Vegeta, I have a question.' He said powering down.

'Spit it out Kakarot, then its more sparring less talking.' Goku's smile got wider, 'Oh good, he's in a talkative mood' he thought to himself.

Vegeta growled in exasperation, although he realized he was slowing down and they had been at it for the majority of the day. He hated when the other saiyan got too friendly, he'd pester him with useless questions like Trunks sometimes did. At least after getting frustrated with him, he could tell him to go ask his mother, the genius. She was smarter than him anyhow, and he always had a sneaking suspicion the boy already knew the answers to his questions.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with annoyance. He wasn't here to be his friend, although he'd admit that he was more than just an ally. Possibly his only equal in strength, he could concede that. He's never hear the end of it if he admitted to Kakarot being his friend. 'Go on Kakarot, I don't wish to waste away the day while you attempt to put together two brain cells in order to make pointless conversation.' He drawled glancing at the horizon, seeing the sun quickly fading.

'Do you miss having other saiyans around? Like other than just me?' Goku asked sheepishly. 'Like, if you could would you bring them back?'

He looked at Kakarot incredulously before crossing his arms in front of him deep in thought. Impossible, he thought. 'Tch,'

'Is that a no? Not even to have a people to be prince of again?' Hook. 'I mean at this point they'd be easy to manage since they're clearly not as strong as us.' Line. 'I've just been thinking more and more about it. It's not like I remember anyone or anything about being saiyan, which you remind me of constantly. But you do and that got me thinking... why haven't you ever used the DragonBalls to bring it all back?' Sinker.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes while assessing the questions. It was unlikely for Kakarot to go digging in the past, especially when all he knew of saiyans was destruction. Even he'd admit that he's moved on from what his aspirations were, no longer bowing down to anyone and no longer seeking to conquer. Why now, he wondered.

'What are you playing at? Not that it's any of your concern, but I have left the past in the past.' He smoothly lied. How could he be so idiotic and not even have it occur to him to bring them back. Is that what he even wanted? What about his life on earth, his family. He struggled with his reluctance to even consider the idea. He is, after all, heir to the throne. But a feeling in his gut prevented him from jumping on the idea. What about Bulma and his child. 'Your weakling wife and half breed child.' A deep, mocking voice that sounded like his fathers crossed his mind.

He was not ashamed of his family and would protect them at all costs, even from his father. He immediately knew they would disapprove of his life choices, staying on Earth included. But the saiyans were all dead, what did they want from him? He had to leave the past in the past. His falling under the control of Babidi proved once and for all that he cannot keep looking back at the past. Did he want to go back to who he was, a merciless killer, angry, alone and constantly destroying? It was clear that wasn't his life goal anymore. The temptation was always there, but he knew he couldn't keep letting his family down.

On the other hand… the excitement from possibly having other true saiyans around, other than Kakarot, was palpable. He could train them, make them stronger as he has gotten stronger. There needed to be ground rules. There would have to be a limit on who he could wish back, and they'd have to be willing to part with their tails and become protectors of Earth. He almost hated himself, having to put conditions on something that was against his very nature and upbringing. But it was that or leaving it be.

It's not that Goku had malicious intentions, but he had a very strange and vivid dream that he couldn't shake. To be able to train with them just made him overly excited. It's not that he didn't feel challenged by the constant threats to the Earth, or that his training needs weren't met by his family and his friends. For the first time, he was actually feeling that sliver of loneliness that radiated from the Saiyan Prince. Vegeta would never openly admit it, but it was there. It was probably the only reason Vegeta finally settled into a life on Earth. But something deep inside him made him want to battle more saiyans. He could see his old rival thinking the same thing. Besides worst case the broody prince would shoot down his idea, and they'd move on. But he knew he got him thinking, the internal battle visible in Vegeta's otherwise calm and cool demeanor.

'Is it even possible? They've been dead for too long.' Vegeta seemed to be entertaining the idea.

'Only one way to find out!' Goku exclaimed clapping him on the back and shooting off in the direction of Capsule Corp to grab Bulma's Dragon Radar.