A/N: I typed this up during class very ninja-like. I kept having to put the window down when my teacher came around. XD So you guys better review this like a beast!

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The two warriors entered the dining room where Pota was talking to Trunks. Vegeta sat down next to his son and Piccolo placed himself next to the Prince. Pota smiled at them but said nothing.

"Trunks. Go wake Mirai up and train or something. Pota, Piccolo, and I have a conversation to finish." Vegeta said.

Trunks nodded, said goodbye to all of them and flew out of the room.

Pota watched him exit.

"He flies well." She commented. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, smiling.

"Of course. He's my son. He learned to fly at an early age." Pota nodded then turned back to the two men in front of her.

"So, what have you been up to? Family stuff obviously." She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Piccolo stiffened.

Vegeta entire demeanor darkened.

"Yes…" He answered slowly.

That wasn't the answer Pota was looking for, so she pressed further.

"He has such beautiful blue eyes. His mom had blue eyes I'm guessing?"

"Yes…" Slower still.

"So where is she? I'd like to meet her." Pota's smile was fake as she waited for a reaction.

Piccolo winced as Vegeta's ki began to climb.

"She's… not here." He said through gritted teeth.

"Obviously." Pota snorted. Piccolo knew there was hidden meaning behind her statement, but he was focused on Vegeta's dangerously high power level.

"I know she's not here. You're not very discreet with your activities behind closed doors."

Both Pota and Piccolo jumped when the Prince's ki went through the roof. Vegeta stood abruptly, sending his heavy chair flying backwards away from him.

Even though Piccolo had been monitoring Vegeta's ki, he hadn't expected him to jump to Super Saiyan so quickly. Of course neither did Pota. She stared slack-jawed at Vegeta, whose golden locks where blowing in an unseen wind, a glare of pure rage plastered on his face.

"WHAT I DO BEHIND CLOSED DOORS IS NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS!"

Pota took a second to recover from his outburst before returning his glare and retaliating.

"It's my fucking business if I think you're cheating on your mate!" She shouted.

Vegeta laughed bitterly, surprising her.

"Cheat? On Bulma? SHE'S DEAD, POTA!" His rage returned.

"DEAD YOU HEAR ME! AS OF 2 DAYS AGO SHE IS DEAD!" He screamed at her, shocking her into silence.

Pota's mouth opened and closed a few times before Piccolo stood and grabbed Vegeta's arm in a gently firm grip.

"Vegeta calm down." He said quietly.

"She's dead and it's all my fault!" Vegeta said softer. An eerie look of understanding passed over his face.

"It's all my fault." He repeated slower.

"Vegeta…" Piccolo said with a note of warning in his voice.

All the color left the Prince's face and Piccolo caught his arm as his knees locked.

Pota watched worriedly as Piccolo led Vegeta back to a chair and all but forced him to sit down. The look of shocked comprehension never left the Saiyan's face.

"My fault…" He repeated a third time. Piccolo didn't let go of his arm as he and Pota watched Vegeta stare straight ahead. He began to tremble.

"If I had gone with her to get the boys…" His voice began to crack.

"I could have saved her. I should have been there to protect her." He swallowed a sob.

Pota watched in awe. She had known Vegeta her whole life and never before had she seen the Prince so emotional. Her eyes traveled up to his golden hair and blue eyes. Her forehead creased in thought. His ki was unlike anything she had ever felt. What was he exactly?

All at once, Vegeta returned to normal and fell silent, looking down at the table. In doing so, he missed Piccolo's deathly glare at Pota and her returned apologetic look. He quietly excused himself and left the room.

Pota stood to follow him but was stopped by Piccolo's gruff voice.

"Stay. You need to hear this."

She hesitated but eventually sat back down.

Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in the chair, wondering where to start.

"I'm sorry… for my earlier comment… about the closed doors thing… it… wasn't my place." Pota said softly. Piccolo looked at her.

"It's understandable. You were just trying to look out for Vegeta. Of course that's also what I've been trying to do." He said with a little acid in his voice.

Pota nodded.

"Yea I know. I just don't know when to keep in my own business sometimes, and Vegeta knows that."

Piccolo nodded. Seeing that he had Pota's full attention, he began to talk.

"I'm going to tell you everything from the beginning. I first met Vegeta 15 years ago when he came to this planet looking for the Dragon Balls. The Dragon Balls are mystical artifacts created by my uncle, Kami, to grant wishes. Vegeta wanted to wish for eternal life, but was unable to do so. He and I were naïve and similar in the fact that we greatly underestimated our opponent. Vegeta is not the only full-blooded Saiyan on this planet."

Pota seemed confused.

"Even if you don't know him," Piccolo continued. "You probably know his name. Here, he is called Son Goku. Vegeta, however, calls him Kakarrot."

Pota's eyes widened.

"Kakarrot? Vegeta was defeated by—"

"Goku is unlike any fighter I've ever seen before. Vegeta would never say it but he agrees. When Goku first fought Vegeta, I heard that his power level was over 8000."

Pota had another outburst.

"8000? Are we talking about the same Kakarrot here? Raditz's little brother?"

Piccolo nodded and Pota lapsed into another silence.

"His power far surpasses that now. He is able to become a Super Saiyan."

"… The Super Saiyan exists?" Pota asked.

"Yes. In fact, Vegeta was in his Super Saiyan state just moments ago."

"But —"

"There's more than one Super Saiyan. Goku has 2 sons who can also transform. Trunks and Mirai can do it too."

Pota was awestruck.

"They're gonna have to teach me how to do that…"

Piccolo nodded.

"Now back to the whole point of this. Somehow we all ended up on Planet Namek to find the Namekian Dragon Balls. We instead banded together to fight Freeza, whom Goku defeated."

Pota was getting a headache. She was going to have to meet this Goku, because he sure as hell didn't sound like the Kakarrot from Planet Vegeta.

"Planet Namek was destroyed, and Vegeta came back to Earth with all of us. Bulma took him in since he had nowhere to go, and you can fill in the blanks from there."

Pota nodded.

"She was human?"

"Yes; a beautiful woman, as you could probably tell from Trunks' appearance."

Pota nodded again. Piccolo looked solemnly at her.

"2 days ago, Bulma was killed in a car crash. Trunks and Mirai survived because of their Saiyan heritage and training. Bulma was a business woman, not a fighter; she didn't stand a chance."

Pota couldn't think of anything to say.

"Wow… I… I don't even…" She looked down. "I shouldn't have pushed Vegeta. It wasn't any of my business to know about his… relationships." She blushed lightly.

Piccolo said nothing. He felt it necessary for Pota to humble herself. The blame would fall on her completely if Vegeta became reclusive.

The Saiyan began to stand.

"I should probably talk to him—"

Again she was stopped by Piccolo's commanding voice.

"No. Leave him be. He'll come back when he's ready."

Pota glared and unintentionally let loose a small snarl.

"What makes you think you can stop me? Last I checked, you didn't control Vegeta." She stepped around the table to stand in front of him.

"Or me."

Piccolo was in her face before she could react, seething.

"No I don't. But this is my tower, my home. MY PLANET. Literally! I own this place. You don't like it? Leave!" He growled.

Pota made another face but backed down.

"Fine."

With that, she whirled around, robes flaring out around her like bloody wings, and stormed out of the dining room. Piccolo glared after her before leaving and going to his own room.

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A/N: Mmmhmm Piccolo told Pota! I love how I abuse my own OC's. XD R&R please! I want to get to 50 reviews! C'mon, just one more and we're there! :D