A/N: Thanks to Bellatrixred for her wonderful review, please, please follow her example, good ideas for this story are always appreciated.

Hope you enjoy chapter seven, I tried to get it out as soon as possible.

Nappa and Raditz were the only two Saiyans on the ship. Nappa was my personal guard and sparring partner, and Radditz was a weakling who survived by accident.When my father sent me away, he made a deal with Freeza which allowed me to keep Nappa with me at all times. An elite warrior, he was the only one my father thought worthy enough to be around me.

When Frieza destroyed the planet, Radditz was the only one on a purging mission. He wasn't supposed to be, but he was still young and it took him so long that Frieza simply overlooked him. Nappa and I were eating some vegetables on a planet, Raditz was on a purging mission, and then the planet went boom. And then there were three.

When one of Frieza's informers contacted me on the scouter to inform me of the destruction on my planet, I kept eating and said nothing. Nappa came to me shocked, he could barely speak. But I just blocked it out. I never mourned the destruction on my race, or the death of my beloved father,by that time, all feeling had been kicked out of me. So I simply felt nothing.

"Al right Vegeta, are you gonna tell me why you want to speak to Trunks so badly?" Bulma asks me.

"I don't want to speak to Trunks. I just find it logical that we continue his training now." I answer quick.

"Bullshit" she says. "And what the hell do you mean that?" I say angry.

"It means that you're lying. You don't have to train him now, but you want to. There's a difference between those two, Vegeta"

"You are acting ludicrous. Even if I want to, I don't have to tell you the reason now, do I"? I reply sarcastically.

"No Vegeta, you're right. You don't have to. But I'm your wife, and I know you love me, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't keep me in the dark. I've been living with your for nearly ten years, and I know nothing about you. You're always refusing to open up to me. It's stupid Vegeta!

I'm your wife, you're supposed to tell me everything, I can help you get through the memories, you have to leave the past. Open up to me Vegeta, please." She was nearly begging me.

"I have nothing to say to you woman." and I leave for the gravity room.

I don't know how I do it, but she's in tears again.

Radditz was one of the most pitiful warriors I ever met. He had his moments of brilliance, but overall; he was lazy, weak and dumb. Not as dumb as his brother, his intelligence was slightly above average, but Nappa, who might have looked like a troll, was smarter. And not just a little smarter, but ten times as smart. He looked like an oversized brute, but he was one of the best warriors on the ship.

They taught me everything I had to know. They told me about our race, planet and reminded me of everything my father used to stay. They repeated the ancient history of our race, as once told to me by my father. Nappa was my guard, but he was much more than just that:

He was like a father to me, a mentor, he helped me through everything. He always took care of me. Raditz was my personal punching bag, but even his company was greatly appreciated after one of Frieza's beatings. I obviously never told them this, because a true Saiyan wasn't suppose to have feeling, let alone voice them aloud.

That's what Nappa always told me. And that's the reason why I'm having such a hard time opening up to Bulma. The fact that I barely speak to her about what I may or may not feel hurts her deeply. I know this. But Saiyans never voice their feelings, they show them.

And to me, it seems that sacrificing myself to keep them alive would be sufficient enough. But it's not. She wants me to talk.

Trunks arrives at the door. I immediately call him. "Trunks! In here son. I wish to speak to you before we continue our training." and I point to a door that leads to a small guest bedroom.

"Erm, sure dad. I'll be right there" and he walks over to me. We both walk in the room. I'm disgusted. The entire room is pink, and somewhere in the middle of the room, there's a sticker that says "Badman". For fuck's sake, I never thought I'd be reminded of that shirt again, but she probably decorated this room just to bug me. Hideous.

I take a look at my son. He's still wearing his training gear. For some reason, he reminds me of my mother. Some features are obviously Bulma's, but in his face, I can see my mother again.

He looks like a true Saiyan prince, he may have lavender hair and blue eyes, but he is a true heir to the throne, and he inherited some features from the royal bloodline.

"Son, I wanted to tell you why I knocked you out during the fight with Buu. I want you to understand that I didn't punch you because I didn't think you were worthy enough of fighting Buu, but I wanted to make sure you wouldn't interrupt something that had to be done by me at that point. Do you understand that?" I ask him. I wait for his answer. Finally he nods slowly. "Uh, yeah dad I do. But what was it that I couldn't interrupt." he asks me.

It's a pure question. Something out of pure curiosity, he wasn't trying to trick me, he just wanted to know. That's why I decided to tell him: "I gathered all my energy into my body and blew up myself, hoping that the blast would kill Buu."

He looks at me strangely, as if he doesn't want to believe me.
"So you killed yourself? Is that why you told me to take care of mom?" He asks me. Once again, I find myself unable to answer, but those eyes were begging me for the answer, and eventually I succumb to his will.

"Yes Trunks. I didn't plan on coming back, but I did it to save you and your mother, so I told you to take care of her. She would need you after I would be gone." I tell him.

He still looks at me like he can't believe what he's hearing. "But you're a prince, right dad?" he says unexpectedly. "Yes, Trunks, I am. Who told you that?" I ask him, taking aback by his words.

I had never told Trunks anything about my heritage. I told him he was a Saiyan, but I don't think he even understood what it was. "Mom told me, she said you were the prince of a really big country, and that you were the strongest! But then someone took you away, and that's how you met mom." He finishes.

"That's all mom told me, she said you would tell me everything when I would grow up."

"I see" I say. And I just stand there looking at him. He looks back with those big blue eyes, they remind me so much of Bulma's. And than I saw her face before me, with the tears in her eyes. I can't bare to see that again, so I just decide to tell him everything.

"I am the prince of all Saiyans. I lived on a planet called Vegeta. My parents and I lived in a big castle. My father was the strongest warrior on the planet, but I would soon become more powerful.

My parents had very high hopes for me, just like I have for you my son." I pause to let him sink in the information. "But then one day, a creature by the name of Frieza took me away to live on his ship.

I spent my entire life there. Until I left at the age of 29. I didn't want to be at his ship anymore. We used to live in space. I met your mother when we were both searching for something at a planet called Namek. Your mother invited me to live with her, and I've been here ever since." I finish.

"But, how come you're not going back to your mom and dad?" He asks confused.

I seemed to have overlooked that tiny detail. "Frieza destroyed my planet, my parents aren't alive anymore."

"But dad, if you're a prince, why couldn't you defeat Buu? A prince of a planet is really big right?" He asks me. "Yes it is Trunks" I answer. "But sometimes, being a prince isn't enough. You have to train son, you may be the next prince of all Saiyans, you can't slack off, you have to continue fighting. Do you understand that, Trunks?"

He nods. Good, I'm proud of him. "Now, let's go train."

We've trained for several hours, until it was dark and time to go to bed. I realized that my son needed me, and I suppose I was obliged to give him some attention. After all, Nappa and Raditz had always given me everything I wanted. And now it was time to give something back to someone who means more to me, than Nappa and Radditz ever did.

I walk into our bedroom, to find that she's already asleep. I go to the bathroom and take shower, careful to make sure I won't wake her up. I get into bed, and she opens her eyes. "I see you're back. How was training?" I can still feel that she's angry at me.

Perhaps, telling her about my past wouldn't hurt so much. Just once. I could still keep my pride, I wouldn't tell her anything that would humiliate me, but she would know something. I guess I owe it to her. If I could tell my son, I could tell my mate. She wouldn't judge me.

"It was fine. Now, tell me woman, what do you want to know about my past?"

A/N: Wooo, Vegeta's telling. I hope you didn't think Veggie was too OOC in this chapter, I tried to keep him in character, but I really wanted to write this chapter so I hope you approve, believe me, next chapter he'll be the stubborn ass hole we all know and love. Read and Review please, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own, don't sue. It would be a waste of your time.