I've gotten so engrossed with this story I said screw it and updated this story twice in a row! Shortest chapter so far…it's pretty much a filler chapter but it is an important one!

Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OC Ki'ilina.

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The room was still silent apart from Bulma's cries. While she was perfectly fine crying into the Saiyan prince's chest, Vegeta was more than uncomfortable. He was completely aware that she was suffering from extreme agony, but neither Vegeta nor any other Saiyan were the comforting type. Vegeta tried to pull her off of himself, but she only tightened her grip on his waist. Vegeta sighed. He needed to train…

"Woman."

Bulma didn't answer or cease in her sobbing.

"Woman…" He said threateningly this time.

"What?" Her strained voice from all of the tears and wails was scratchy as she mumbled from his chest.

"Do you want to know more about my past? I'll tell you about my parents."

A muffled 'ok' emitted from his chest.

"First, you have to sit up and stop crying. What happened to the strong-willed woman that I first met when you arrived?"

She released Vegeta from her death grip hold and sat facing him. She sniffled and wiped away her tears. "Sorry…"

"My father, I am said to be the splitting image of him. With the exception of the color of our hair and eyes. His hair is brown, as are his eyes. My father also has a moustache, but I have no intentions of growing one. I already look too much like him as it is."

Bulma laughed a little, trying to imagine the Saiyan prince with a moustache.

"As for my mother, she was a strong-willed and hot-headed woman, just like you. I inherited her black hair. Her eyes were grey and like eagle's eyes, sharp and calculating. She never took her eyes off of me. My mother was beautiful. I knew why my father chose her to be the queen."

"She sounds beautiful. Do you think she's alive in the same way you think your dad is alive? I wish I could meet them…"

Vegeta smirked, "My father…assuming I'm correct and I usually am," Bulma rolled her eyes. "You will meet him when we leave here. We will find him. He would be proud to have met the human who helped his only son escape from this hell."

Vegeta paused, looking at the ground. "My mother on the other hand…you will never meet…"

"Wha-what why?"

"She's dead."

Bulma's heart dropped. They were from different worlds, but their fates had turned out nearly the same. Both of their planets were destroyed by Frieza. They were both in this shitty place. Both of their parents were killed by Frieza. Bulma knew he was trying to convince himself his father was alive, but she was pretty sure that Vegeta was wrong. Knowing Frieza…

Bulma held a hand to her mouth. She reached out to Vegeta to place her hand upon him in an effort to be comforting. Vegeta moved out of her reach, glaring at the floor. Bulma's hand sadly fell to her side in defeat.

"Vegeta…I'm sorry…" She whispered. "I lost my parents against Frieza too…"

Vegeta snarled, "My mother did not die because of Frieza! She died protecting me! I spoke out of turn during a war meeting. My father was outraged, but she defended me, saying I was only a child. But in reality, I should have already known not to speak out of turn. Because of my mistake, I am to blame for her death."

"Vegeta…what are you saying? Did your father…" She trailed off.

"Yes. My father killed my mother."

"That's terrible…"

"It was custom! You don't speak out against the king. Even if you are a part of the royal family. No one gets special treatment."

"How old were you?"

"I was four."

"Four? Four year olds shouldn't be in a war meeting!"

Vegeta flashed his trademark smirk Bulma got used to seeing on a daily basis. "You always seem to forget Saiyans are different from humans. We mature at a young age. Remember how I told you we are supposed to have mated more than once by the age fifteen?"

Bulma nodded, "Even still…"

Bulma slumped down on the floor. All of this talk about parents was depressing her. She touched the earrings her parents gave her. Mom…Dad…I miss you guys so much…She missed her mom's pancakes with apple cinnamon that she would wake up to. Bulma missed her mother's bubbly personality and care-free lifestyle. She missed her father's never ending support and guidance. Everything in her smarts came from her father's tutelage.

"I can tell you are thinking of your own parents. You cannot dwell on what happened in the past. I know that it seems terrible now. But it will pass and become only a dull pain. Believe me on this. Talking about your feelings is the best way to relieve them."

Bulma scrunched her nose, "What are you a psychiatrist now?"

"No. I just have experience."

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"Vegeta, stop that right now! How can I expect you to rule and lead our people with a strong mind if you can't handle your mother dying?"

A young four year old Vegeta looked up at his father with tear-filled eyes. His obsidian eyes weren't as sharp or defined, accentuating his youth. His bangs fell back into place, as before they blocked his vision.

Vegeta's eyes glared hatefully, "I wouldn't mind as much if you hadn't killed her! You're my dad! How do you expect me to act knowing your own father killed your mother?"

King Vegeta sat down beside his son. His brown eyes softened from their previous harsh stare. He brushed a hand through his gravity defying chestnut locks that his son inherited. King Vegeta sighed, "Son, you know the rules."

Vegeta scowled, crossing his arms, "The rules are unfair! I thought you loved mom!"

"I do love your mother, Vegeta. If I let one person slip from the consequences of the law, then others will doubt my authority. Your mother was no exception to that."

King Vegeta tried to pull his son into his lap. The young prince angrily wriggled out of his grip and flew away in a flash. The king sighed again, rising to his feet. Shaking his head, he muttered, "That kid is going to drive me crazy one day."

Later that night, Vegeta had been in his room lying in his bed. He was desperately trying to forget that his father mercilessly killed his mother. His tears fell silently onto his sheets. Vegeta was starving because he skipped dinner to spite his father.

A knock at the door broke into Vegeta's thoughts and Vegeta glanced up, "Who is it and what the hell do you want?"

A meek voice came from the other side, "It is me, Shrooma."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He knew why Shrooma was here. "Come in."

The door opened and a tall, lanky male Saiyan entered the room. His brown hair was up in a manly ponytail, some strands lying against his face. He carried a file and clipboard in his arms.

"Prince Vegeta, your father would not be pleased to hear you speak that way at your young age."

"I don't care what my dad thinks anymore!" The prince spat, glaring at his sheets.

"You should…especially since he sent me here to talk to you. Your father cares, you know that."

"If my father cared, he wouldn't have killed my mother!"

Shrooma nodded and took notes about Vegeta's actions and statements. "This is why you have been acting out?"

Vegeta said nothing and Shrooma concluded that was a 'yes'.

"Prince Vegeta it has been almost a month and a half since those events occurred. Don't you think it is time to move on? We die. It is the natural cycle of life. It was her day to die. You cannot dwell on the past." Shrooma paused, letting the young boy take in his words. "I also understand that your father said something along the lines of 'How can I expect you to rule if you can't deal with the death of your mother?' am I correct?"

Vegeta nodded slowly, remembering his father's hurtful words.

"I know that must have hurt you, Prince Vegeta but he is only trying to help you. The king must be powerful, strong-minded and a leader. He wants you to be able to rule in the same way as he."

"Well, when I do become king I'll get rid of that stupid law!"

Shrooma nodded, "I am not surprised of this. Although I do not disagree or disapprove of your father's actions or laws, I think you will make a great king, young prince."

Nothing was said for a few moments.

Vegeta smirked, "I'll be a better king than my father could ever hope to be!"

Shrooma smiled a little. This boy had so much aspiration. "Prince Vegeta, I think that's enough for today. I'll visit you in a few days. Just remember what I told you."

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Fifteen years had passed and Vegeta never forgot the words Shrooma advised him.

"Shrooma was right. The pain did dull in my chest. But I cannot say that I don't miss my mother. You will miss your parents. You cannot deny that, but the pain and heartache will go away eventually."

Bulma nodded, "I hope you're right."

"I'm always right, woman." Bulma rolled her eyes and there was the egotistical prince.

There was another stagnant pause.

Bulma suddenly had a memory of Frieza touching her flashing into her mind. She nearly gagged. Bulma held her hand to her mouth to prevent any bile from coming forth. She refocused and tried to think of something to calm her down. She remembered when Zarbon touched her and how Vegeta's talking to her doused her fears.

"Vegeta?"

"Yes?" His voice had a hint of irritation.

Bulma paused. Maybe this question wasn't the best one to ask considering the events that had occurred hours before. She mustered up her strength to say, "Why does Frieza call you 'my favorite prisoner'? He calls me that too…" She half whispered.

Vegeta's voice was devoid of emotion, "What did he do to you before he called you that…?"

Vegeta stared at Bulma so intensely that she shrunk back away from him. His thoughts raced to memories from years ago. His fists clenched tightly and body began to shake. His blue aura could be seen as Bulma gaped in awe. Vegeta yelled furiously, his head upturned to the ceiling. His eyes closed shut in agony. Bulma could feel his ki rising and rising. Vegeta's black hair flashed golden and his eyes turned teal. His aura became bright yellow, like his hair. Vegeta let loose another roar of pain. He fell to the ground on his knees. His hair and eyes returned to normal, and the golden aura faded.

"Vegeta…? Are you alright?" Bulma ran to his side, putting her hand upon his shoulder. Vegeta shoved her hand away and sat cross-legged. "Vegeta! What the hell is going on? Answer me!"

He scowled at her, "Quiet, woman."

Had that really just happened? His aura was golden and as was his hair. The legend. Was it finally coming true? A flash of being the legendary. It didn't happen often, but he had seen it. He had been it.

"Vegeta! Tell me what the hell just happened! Don't ignore me!" Bulma yelled.

"You know of legends, don't you?"

"Yes…plenty."

"There is a Saiyan legend. The legendary Super Saiyan is the strongest Saiyan warrior, who would rise up to defeat all that dare to attempt at winning against him. The most superior warrior, engulfed in a golden aura. It is supposed to be only a legend but now I can see it is fact. I will make sure of it. I must better myself so that I can control it. I will be a true Super Saiyan!" He growled.

Bulma smiled at his determination. She wasn't exactly sure what this Super Saiyan truly was, but she was determined to help him obtain it. Then Bulma frowned deeply. Vegeta hadn't completely explained why Frieza called him that, but the hint he gave was plenty. Gods, everything else that had happened to him, and then that terrible memory he had to live with for the rest of his life. Every time Bulma thought her life was terrible, Vegeta's life was ten times worse. She wanted to ask him more details about why Frieza called him that…but then at a second thought she realized she didn't and knew that Vegeta would never admit to her the facts.

But all the same, she was going to help him achieve his goal, no matter what.

"I have no doubts that you will be a Super Saiyan, Vegeta." She flashed him a grin, "I believe in you."

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Oooh, Vegeta had a flash of being Super Saiyan! Heehee, but don't think he'll completely get to it just yet! It's not going to happen for awhile. :P I got Shrooma's name from of course, mushrooms lol.

Not much else to say this chapter, but I hope you guys do! Let me know what you think! :D

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