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Warning: Use of the f word :O hahahaha, my friends would be so proud. XD

"You needed something, Prince Vegeta?" Nappa asked quietly coming into Vegeta's room. He noted the angered expression on his prince's face, as well as the struggle he was having to not explode at that moment.

Vegeta just stared at a wall and slid the folder over to Nappa. Nappa had known the prince his entire life and could tell that he was pissed about something. The question was what. The older Saiyan picked up the folder that was passed his way.

Nappa started going through all the documentation about planet Vegeta, but they had known of Frieza destroying their home world for a while now. Nappa knew that couldn't be it. He kept going and found files on each of the remaining Saiyans and when he reached the last paper, he knew what had enraged the prince.

"Oh my God," he said in a whisper. He read the document carefully, multiple times. From what he was reading, Bulma had been taken from Planet Vegeta when she was a baby and had been kept in the dark about her true self. Her powers were kept at bay by ki restraints that she believed to be harmless bracelets left to her from her mother when she passed away. Nappa was furious. How could Frieza do something like this to a little girl? It now made sense why he didn't want Vegeta and Bulma together, though. That would mean the possibility of more full-blooded Saiyans running around. But it was just fucked up.

Nappa looked over to Vegeta who had his fists clenched. All these years, he and Bulma had been close, in a relationship behind her father's back, and the whole time she was a Saiyan and none of them knew. It had to be a shot to Vegeta's pride knowing that he was with the last female Saiyan all along while never knowing. He was their prince and probably felt like he should have known, especially with the connection the two of them had shared. "Where do we go from here?" Nappa asked carefully, not wanting to enrage Vegeta. He knew things were about to get crazy, possibly worse now that they knew Frieza's best kept secret.

"You may tell Raditz," Vegeta replied evenly. "But I will tell Bulma."

Nappa nodded in agreement. Bulma needed to know the truth, but it had to come from Vegeta. She trusted him more than anyone else on this ship and vice versa. If he broke the news to her, then he could handle however she reacted. She would feel safe with him, and maybe accept the news a whole lot quicker. "Yes, sir," Nappa said before leaving the room. He needed to let Raditz know right away. There was one more Saiyan in the universe than they could have hoped for.

Later, Bulma was walking back to Vegeta's room in the middle of the night. She was so angry over what had happened during her class. Seething, she thought back to the session.

"You are to serve you husband and his colleagues during social gatherings without complaint. If they say or do anything derogatory to your person, you must wait until they leave and tell your husband in private."

"Why not just ask them politely not to touch me?" Bulma asked. She wasn't sure how she'd react if anyone touched her inappropriately. She still wasn't over her almost rape from two years prior.

"It would be showing disrespect to your husband and the other men. Your duty is to honor you husband."

"And what if he doesn't do anything about it?" Bulma asked in frustration.

"Then you take it like a woman and suck it up."

Bulma glared at the instructor her father had hired from their home planet behind his back. If someone treated her disrespectfully, she would never just take it. She had way too much pride to let a man walk all over her and defend her when she could defend herself.

She knocked on Vegeta's door lightly, but he didn't answer so she just walked in knowing he wouldn't mind her intrusion. She sensed his energy in the shower of his bathroom and realized he hadn't even heard her quiet knock. Looking over to the table, she saw the files she had gathered and decided to catch up in reading them. By now, he must have seen them, and he would need to discuss what more they needed of her.

She went through everything on the Saiyans and then found that paperwork that had all of them in a bad mood.

Bulma gasped when she read her name on the file and saw a picture of herself as a baby with a pretty blue tail she obviously no longer possessed. "I'm a…I'm a…" She fell back into the seat when Vegeta came out of the bathroom drying his hair.

He stared at her with wide eyes as he didn't realize she was even in there. He hadn't even sensed her ki because of those damn ki restraints. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the offensive metal before he saw what she was looking at. The Saiyan prince sighed, not loud enough for him to draw attention to himself. He had planned on telling her gently, not letting her finding out this way.

"I'm a Saiyan?" she finally got out as she stared at the documents. The hurt she was feeling was evident in her eyes.

"Yes," Vegeta said making her jump. She hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

Bulma blushed at the sight of him in a towel, but tried to ignore it. "I never knew," she admitted, averting his gaze.

Vegeta nodded. "None of us did; although, you always did act like a Saiyan. I should have been able to tell."

Bulma shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe he's been keeping this from me my entire life," she whispered. She looked over to Vegeta, finally, needing to know more about her father's vendetta with the Saiyans. "Is that why he didn't want me to be with you?"

"Probably," Vegeta growled. He hated Frieza now more than ever for keeping this secret. There were four Saiyans left, maybe more if you count the ones sent to other planets as children, instead of three like they had originally believed. He and Bulma would have probably been mated by now had he not interfered in their relationship. Vegeta was still trying to wrap his mind around this whole thing.

Vegeta took Bulma's hands and put his own on the ki restraints. "Can you create a device to hide our ki, when we all train together, so Frieza doesn't find out?" Bulma nodded solemnly. "Do that, and then we will remove these stupid restraints and get you some replacements that won't block your ki. He will never know that we know or he might try something."

"I know he has lied, but do you think there is a chance that my father…Frieza…cares about me?" Vegeta didn't want to answer her. Bulma looked a little torn up about this whole mess, but Vegeta did not want to lie to her and decorate Frieza's motives up in any way.

"Frieza cares about Frieza, but the fact that he has kept you alive all these years means that part of him does care about you, but that doesn't change anything. He has still lied and kept one of our own from us."

"You're right," she responded, smiling at the fact that Vegeta had referred to her as one of them. "It doesn't." She turned to him with her eyes full of determination. "I want to help. I want to fight."

Vegeta smirked at her. Definitely a Saiyan, he though. "And you shall," he replied caressing her arm with his tail. His expression reflected hers, determination and vengeance dancing in their irises. Frieza had gone too far this time, and he would pay dearly for it.

A/N: This chapter was edited on 12/9/2012