(A/N) another long wait, I'm sorry D:, i've been busy with physics and deviant art :P but its here now, and I'm trying to get more updates out than I am atm. Though I would like to know whether or not you want me to do as much on my other story, please just say in a review if you want me to focus more on this, or keep it 50/50 :)

Disclamer: I don't own DBZ, only the story-lines and characters that I create :D

Vegeta sat up for the second time that week on the hard hospital bed of the C.C medical centre. Though it's a damn site better than the beds on Freiza's ship Vegeta thought gloomily, which where little more than glorified floors, and the only ones which where any different where those of Frieza himself, and his most trusted generals, which, needless to say, Vegeta was not one of. He sighed and looked over to the Woman, why was she here again? He thought he had been clear enough after he had told her to leave him alone whilst he was training, unfortunately a day or so later, one his ribs decided to temporarily leave his body, and many other bones where damaged in a particularly nasty fall at 350x gravity. Vegeta grimaced at the memory, he may not show pain, but that didn't mean he was a huge fan of it. Growing bored of his precious memories, Vegeta decided to engage his one source of entertainment, a certain blue haired anger machine. Smirking he decided to bring the woman out of her slumber.

"WOMAN!"

Bulma shrieked and fell off her chair, shaking her head she looked for the source of the noise, only to see it, half smirking, half-grimacing in pain as he sat up slightly to look at her on the floor. Growling she stood up and looked down to him on the bed.

"Well you jerk, was it worth the pain to see me on the floor?" Vegeta's smirk just grew wider.

"Of course."

"Jerk" Vegeta chuckled, wincing in pain as he did, closing his eyes to stop her seeing the pain that was flowing beneath.

"Are-are you okay?" Bulma timidly inquired. Vegeta opened his eyes, only to narrow them to slits when he looked at her.

"I don't need your sympathy woman, pain is for the weak. And I AM NOT WEAK!" Vegeta roared, rising up from the bed, before falling back down, coughing up droplets of blood as his body attempted to relax. Bulma jumped at this outburst and wondered just how much he had endured to attempt to destroy anything that even vaguely resembled a weakness. Almost as if his subconscious recognised this, he added in a whisper, mostly to himself, but loud enough so she could hear.

"You have no idea what I have suffered at the hands of that tyrant, I was in his 'care'" he spat the word viciously"for more than twenty years, I suffered pain every day, I was humiliated and brought to my knees, beaten to within an inch of my life, I-" Vegeta stopped and kept staring at the table, his eyes burning with hatred and pain. Bulma had been silent and looked at the intensity of his gaze, scared by it, no wonder he was...well like he was. Goku had told her that Vegeta had a rough past, and that he had told him something about it when he had died at Frieza's hand, that he had showed some emotion then, and only then. But she had no idea the extent of the damage that had been inflicted on his mind, much less how he survived such a brutal life without falling to insanity.

"Vegeta"

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he realised what he had said.

"Never speak of this again" He slowly and coldly said, gazing into her watery blue eyes. She nodded and settled back into the chair. Time passed and this time Bulma became bored, and decided to do something to entertain both her, and her bed stricken buddy. She looked over to him, and poked him in the side, and he grunted and glared at her.

"I'll be right back, okay Veggie? I have some things you may find entertaining whilst you are unable to train." Vegeta scoffed at this but remained still, internally intrigued by this new entertainment that was to be presented. Bulma walked back into the room with a few capsules and threw them onto a table besides the bed, revealing a set of board games. Vegeta looked on with a mild interest, he had known his fair share of these types of games as it was something the men used to keep themselves entertained, of course they where very simple and usual involved betting, which Vegeta had long since given up on, he had no need for the vast amount of money that he had in his galactic account, a small amount every time he completed a mission faster than expected, almost to mock him. Unlike other soldiers, Vegeta did not like to waste his money on such material possessions, besides it was not like anything was actually his, it was all the most powerful, Frieza. Other than that, most if not all soldiers used slaves for sexual pleasure, and spent their money on more skilled or less damaged goods. Even Raditz and Nappa had become corrupted by this trade, despite being the ones to teach him about a lot of Saiyan traditions. One of the oldest ones is that Saiyans where monogamous, i.e. they mated for life, with someone that they could trust and that would produce a strong heir for the bloodline. So despite frequent attempt by Frieza and even Nappa to change his mind, Vegeta remained a Virgin, if he could be called innocent in any respects, to honour his fallen race, and many a time, that had caused him some dire consequences from Frieza, who had called for him to rape women on a few occasions. Vegeta blinked and tried to stem the tide of old memories that threatened to overtake him once again, and focused on the game Bulma was not laying out before him.

Bulma had noticed him spacing out, and was reminded of victims of severe trauma, such as those who had been in wars, who could be sent back in memory to those times at the snap of a finger, and Vegeta had lived in a place worse than hell for more than 20, so he must have his fair share of memories to be dug up from the past. Putting it to the back of her mind, for future questioning, she returned to setting up the game in front of her, a favourite of hers as it involved using your brain to take a tactical advantage over the opponent. Chess. As she finished she quickly explained the rules to Vegeta and looked up to see him nod in understatement. She was also surprised to see him offer her the first move, and mover her pawn forward...

(A/N) Another short chapter and cliffhanger D: I'ma a mean guy ., I want to try and increase the chapter length, so hold on :P