As I sat across from Mrs. Morrison I couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing she requested Trunks to join this session. "I know this isn't something you would have wanted, but I thought it would be best for safety. After our last few sessions, I have noted that when you get to a certain point it's difficult to bring you back to the present." She then made sure Trunks wasn't facing us and had headphones. "Since I know about what you two can do, I find it easier to have him within the room. Instead of him waiting outside. But at least he won't be able to hear or read our lips."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

I watched as she moved her chair closer to me. "Today I would like to hear more about these old teammates of yours. You sometimes mention them in the past. If I'm correct you stated that their names were Napa and Raditz."

…

How was I supposed to talk about those two? For starters, Napa was my team leader. Out of the 6 of us, he was the oldest. At that, he was a squad captain before. During my training and after my planet was destroyed, he would tell me all about our history. He was the one who told me about the Saiyan's culture and heritage. He even took great care of me and Raditz.

Raditz was the only other child soldier, besides myself, on our team. He was closed to being a brother to me than my own kin. Especially since I couldn't be close to my baby brother. And over the years Frieza would slowly pin us against each other.

Frieza was the one who, in front of me, Napa, and Raditz, killed the other 3 team members. I can't even remember their names and I feel so guilty over that fact. I believe I was around 13 when that happened. After that, I started to notice that Napa seemed to slowly change. Even Raditz took note.

Napa started to become mad during missions. Before it was a manner of speaking to the local creatures, if they spoke, and tried to reason with them. If they could be reasoned with instead of death, they would become slaves. But Napa slowly just taking lives without a care of the world. Then one day it became a game to him.

And when we returned from missions he would drink. Not long after that, he would get Raditz involved in making it a sport in who could kill the most each mission. Eventually, me and Raditz also drifted apart. He would also start drinking and would even use his free days to sleep with whores. It has gotten so bad that I was the only one taking our missions seriously.

Before I became 18, I was the team leader. I had to be the one to make the calls and who we should go about the missions. This was on top of also getting beaten and nearly killed by Frieza and his top generals. The only thing I could say kept me close to sane was how I was able to use the training rooms. It was the only time I didn't have to worry about anyone.

By my 21st birthday Napa and Raditz dragged me to a space bar to celebrate. I hate that day. Never in my life did I enjoy the smell of alcohol and smoke. Napa had Raditz hold me as he forced me to drink. After that, I blacked out and woke naked. And to my horror a naked Raditz was next to me, let alone the bodies of dead whores around the bed.

After that day I stood away from them unless it was for a mission. I just kept to myself and just grew angrier. But slowly my desire to keep living overweighed the guilt I would get for all the killing I've done. It was either kill or be killed. What made it harder to accept was how I finally understood why Napa and Raditz did what they did. If the goal is to survive then I should at least try to have fun with it.

But then came that one mission. We were just about to kill the last survivors when we stepped into a scene that was almost foreign to us. A female of the race was holding onto two smaller creatures as she cried. What I can only assume was a mother holding her children. We hesitated before Raditz and I turned away. Napa didn't even look at them as he vaporized them. All I could remember after that moment we all had tears running down our faces as we walked to our pods.

As we flew back to base is when Raditz remembered what his mother's last message was. How his younger brother was sent to a planet in a very out-of-reach sector. So, we all agreed that maybe he should go see if his brother, Kakarot, was still alive and would join us. We began to think that perhaps this was our moment to try to take our freedom. What if we are now strong enough to take on Frieza?

All that was a foolish dream, but we all had hope. And after learning about the dragon balls, plans changed. I no longer saw this as a way to win all our freedom. I saw it as my last chance out of it all. And I was willing to kill Napa and Raditz to make it happen. I regret the deaths of the only two people that were close to me. But they would have ruined my only hope.

Napa was the only one who thought about Raditz before I made it clear that plans changed. For just a moment, the old Napa was next to me. But as my life has taught me, I shouldn't hold onto false hope. At that time there were only two things certain. Either I have Kakarot join me or I kill him. I had hoped that Kakarot would be just like my old companions and I would have someone worthy by my side. Someone who was never affected by Frieza's malice.

In a way, I was right. It took some time, but Kakarot is better than my exceptions. He's exactly what Napa told me of mine kind. Strong, powerful, and has the will to do whatever they wanted. I would never say this to my family, but I like to believe that I only truly changed because Kakarot inspired me.

…

Mrs. Morrison handed me a box of those tissues. I didn't even notice that I had tears coming down my face. "I understand, Mr. Vegeta. You have gone through so much and I'm glad you found someone to inspire you. There is something I would like to discuss with you before the session comes to a close."

I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms. "Which is?"

"Typically, I would have send my clients to speak with a psychiatrist to prescribe medication. But due to you not being from this planet, I don't think that would be safe. The medication that usually would be used to help cope with your severe symptoms. But because of what you are, with your permission, for you to have one of our doctors run a few physical tests before you meet with a trusted psychiatrist."

"What is the testing for? And why do I need medication?"

"For starters, from our sessions and how your family reported the way you behave, you fall under what is currently known as Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This is very common in adults who have a long history of experiencing traumatic events. In your case, that looks like having your home destroyed, beaten and rapped multiple times, the mass amount of watching and performing the act of killing, having the people you trusted violate you, along with multiple cases of near death. Then you have more recent events such as death, killing the ones you love, relapsing, and another near death. Did I miss anything?"

I looked at Trunks' back before meeting Mrs. Morrison's eyes. "No, ma'am."

"With the use of medication, it helps make symptoms manageable. This could look like mood stabilizers, which help keep a person regulated. There are also meds to help with anxiety and sleep. Of course, you do not have to take medication if you don't wish to. I am simply bringing this to your attention. Because I believe you would benefit greatly if you had something to help you cope outside of training and therapy."

"What for? Training is the only thing I had ever needed."

"If that was the case, then why are you in my office? I am trying to give you tools to help you help yourself. There is so much talking can do. The same goes for training. During our last session, you even admitted training doesn't always help. With that, I had requested from the board, if you said yes, that we would help develop medication that would be suitable for you."

I took one look at the door and could sense Bra trying to calm down Bulma. That woman and her family did everything they could to make me feel at home. I even started a family with her. She has tried so hard to keep me grounded whenever I had my outburst. Even Kakarot came to my aid. Maybe if I gave medication a chance then maybe I could enjoy their company without them worrying about my outbursts. I looked at Mrs. Morrison and nodded my head. "I agree to try."

"That is all I can ask for." She then picked up the binder that was sitting next to her the whole time. And then handed it to me. "Please come in 2 hours before our next session, with these forms filled out. They're basic questionaries. Such as asking if you're allergic to anything, how would you rate your symptoms. There is even paperwork that informs how we would go about the testing and what you need. And I did my best to also give you information on things you might have questions about. But when you come in you even ask the doctors. We won't be talking during our next session, but I will be with you during the whole testing. This way I can help you and the doctors along."

With that, I was off with my family back to the house. Was glad Bulma agreed to help me with the forms.