A/N Thank you for the positive feedback NJNLOLO and Bellatrixred, I really appreciate your comments.

One slight warning: Some of the things mentioned in this chapter are made up by me, because no one really knows anything about Vegeta's past.

I tried to keep him in character and I also tried to make sure everything made sense, but as always, this is purely a fanfic and if you don't agree with what I wrote in this chapter, feel free to tell me. I can't satisfy everyone, so I just try to satisfy myself, and I hope you agree. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonballz or any of it's characters

"Are you, are you serious?" Bulma asks me with a disbelieving look on her face.

"Yes, I am, but this is a one-time thing Bulma, and it's not something I enjoy, so just ask everything you want to know so I never have to do this again." I say slow, to make sure she would understand every word of that sentence.

"I understand, I know this is really hard for you, and thank you for doing this. It means a lot to me" She smiles at me. "Hmpf, get on with it woman"

"Well, first of all, tell me about your parents."

My parents. What am I supposed to tell her about my parents? What is there to tell about my parents? This is harder than I thought, I have no idea what to tell her. I have never told anyone about them. I think about them, but I never mentioned anything about them.

I made sure no one asked questions, because, and this I never wanted to admit, it's painful for me to talk about my past.
I look into Bulma's eyes, and all I see is hope. She wants me to tell her what I feel, I know it. She's begging me not to let her down. And I won't.

"What do you want to know?" I ask softly.

"Well, what did they look like?"

I sigh. "My father was tall and my mother was very beautiful with the longest hair I had ever seen"

"That's it?" Bulma says, clearly disappointed. "I want details, Vegeta. What hair color did they have, what color were their eyes? Did they smile a lot? Who do you look like, come on Vegeta!" She's disappointed in me. I'm not gonna let her down, not today.

"My father was tall, we have the same hair, only his was dark reddish brown. He had brown eyes, had more muscle, was broader, more intimidating, looked pissed off every time I saw him and the only time he truly smiled was shortly after I first killed an enemy. He didn't laugh very often, and he had a goatie." I finish. She nods "Ok, and what about your mother?"

I pause. Talking about my mother was more difficult than I first thought, I remember the way she looked, I remember the way she smelled and I remember everything she ever told me. She cared about me. Probably the only one in the entire Universe, who really cared about me.

"She had very long hair. Raven black, she had curls. And very big eyes, that smiled. They were warm, open and inviting, but black. The only time she looked angry was when she saw Frieza.She loathed him.

My mother was very short for a Saiyan. On Earth, she would be considered normal, but for a Saiyan she was very little. Unlike most Saiyan women, she wasn't skinny or buffed up."

I sigh and pause. "She was the most beautiful woman the planet had ever seen, perfect in every way. The ideal queen; strongest female on the planet, had true leadership qualities and she could scare the shit out of you just by looking at you."

"What were their names?" Bulma asks me. "King Vegeta and queen Rosicheena"

"How did they die?" she goes on.

"I don't know. I'm guessing my father died when the planet exploded, but I'm not sure. My mother died shortly before I was sent away. Frieza killed her, said she insulted him. I have no idea why, I just know she died by his hand."

"But didn't that anger your father?" She asks confused. Did it?

"I think it did, but he hated Frieza anyway. My grandfather was the one that made the tie between the Saiyan and the Kold empire. My father never liked Frieza, he just obeyed him." I answer

"Huh? But, didn't they love each other?" "Only humans speak of love in that way, Bulma. Saiyans believed that love is only for the weak, only they would go so low. Loving someone gives your enemies an advantage, they know how to get to you. What if they kidnap your mate? It's a risk you can't run, Bulma. Saiyans don't love." She looks at me as if I just went mad.

"Fine, let me rephrase the question: did they like each other? Did they feel something for one another?" She seems angry, as though I had just insulted her.

"They got along. They didn't mind being around each other, and that rarely happens with the king and queen. Most matings were arranged, to make sure that only the strongest would produce an heir to the throne. My parents weren't betrothed, so I guess that's why they tolerated each other."

"That's pretty barbaric, you know that right?" she says to me with a disapproving look.

"Why? Everything resolved around being the strongest, and if you wanted your child to have good genes, you would have to live with someone you might despise. I see nothing wrong with choosing the mate that could bare you the strongest heir. I just wouldn't want my father choosing for me." I finish.

She looks at me stunned. Her mouth fell open."Ve, vegeta" she sputtered. "So, that was it between your parents? What, did your mother die without your father even noticing?" she asks me.

I stop to think about this. Did my parents like each other? I know they slept in one bed, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. I think back, to when my father told me my mother was dead. How did he take it? I think about it, and suddenly realize something.

"No Bulma, my father wasn't the same after she died. I think, somewhere deep inside he cared. They both had feelings for one another, but it's not something either of them would admit. My father never really recovered from her dying, I hadn't noticed it until now. He was more distant than ever, and he gave me the impression that he despised the entire universe. He wasn't like that before."

"But I do not wish to speak about my parents feelings' towards each other.It's private, and I have no desire to discuss it with anyone." I say.

"I understand that. Just one thing before I ask you about Frieza. You said that you wouldn't mind marrying someone you hated, as long as she was strong, and that love meant nothing to Saiyans.
Is it still like that Vegeta? Am I really someone you used because I could give you a son? Or even worse, because I could provide for you?
Did you use me like some common whore, or are you like your father, and do you care about me, but are you just to fucking stubborn to admit it?" She says hurt.

I look at her, there are tears in her eyes, the hurt in her voice nearly blows me away. It's tearing me apart, but once again, I show no emotion. I just look at her.

"Answer me, Vegeta!" She screams with tears streaming down her face. "Answer, because if you really don't care, there's no point in us being together! I love you, Vegeta. I really, truly love you. Why can't you love me back? Why don't you care!" she finishes. Then she just falls apart. She sits there on the bed, with her knees up to her neck, desperately clutching them. She's crying, and I don't know how to stop it.

I have never in my life felt so alone. My father taught me everything, except how to deal with a woman who loves me.

A/N: Well, not one of my favorite chapters. I plan on adding a lemon scene later on, but the problem is, I never wrote one before. So just so you know, if it sucks, you have been warned.

Next chapter, life with Frieza, and will Vegeta finally tell Bulma how he feels? Review, and find out!