In Vegeta's Memory
By Bulma

I always dreamed of finding my prince
One who would be deep and complex
Honestly this ones my jinx
An emotional with a fighter's reflex
This Saiyan has been judged
As a proud stubborn fool
But he has a reason to feel grudged
From him was stolen, the right to rule
But it is not for his sad past
That I fell in love with this man
But for the goodness he made last
In a place where goodness had a ban
Many fools questioned his training
Naming him power hungry and a threat
But he had a mission pertaining
To a races honor, yes that
He did want to be strongest
Yes even for personal gain
But it didn't stop there by a long shot
He fought for his entire races name
He could have killed me with ease
Or Krillen or even Gohan too
Although with fear he mad me freeze
He just left us half dazed wondering what to do
He didn't want to kill us
Even after we had hurt him
He didn't fight or even cuss
He understood we too wanted to win
He finally fought with his enemy
And died in Saiyan style
But his laughter made harmony
With a gigantic smile
He was happy for the first one to ever beat him
Because he saw he race rising
And even in death that made him grin
But also he cried for he had business with the living
He wanted to live the life always forbidden
One where even deep feelings
Need not always be hidden
If you can't tell already I'll tell you where this is leading
When he came back he told me
All these things in his heart
And then suddenly I too was free
He was my opposite attracting part
In some other time
Our child had been called passion
But in that moment when he was mine
It was more like a fusion
He worked all his life
Somehow knowing we would be in need
And in the time of strife
He died for me and our seed
If you will still judge him
And dare to call him cruel
Then you are worthless next to him
And you don't deserve his rule