My colleague sent me a text, saying I didn't have to come to work today – so what do I do instead? Write of course! Actually I was almost done with the chapter yesterday, but I had to proofread it a couple of times before being certain I was completely done with it… but truth to be told, I'm not sure I would ever be completely done with this chapter, but I don't think I can do anymore.

Once again I have gotten some reviews, which I can see in my mail but not on the page yet. I have sent a PM to those I can, but to the rest of you:

GetaFan: Please, make an account! I would like to chat with you, I'm so glad you're giving me all this feedback! And if you by "continue my boring ol story" meant writing your own, please send me a link if/when you upload it!

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[Guest1]: Thanks for the questions, I promise they will all be answered in later chapters!

[Guest2]: I don't think it's the same person because both reviews are to chapter 17, but thanks anyway, I'm happy to know you liked it!

It's once again a memory-chapter. Chapter 18 and perhaps 19 will be like that too, I hope you don't mind. If you don't like it, then please tell me, and I will try to get over with it faster by cutting out something "unnecessary" for the storyline.

The first thing Bulma noticed as Naklys gave her access to one of Vegeta's memories was how great eyesight he had. 'If Goku and Gohan have just as great eyesight as Vegeta, I can understand why they could fight with such fast movements.' The thought of her dead friends made her sad once again, but she was distracted by a child's voice.

"Mom, you should have seen me today at training!" A beautiful woman turned away from the window she was sitting by and looked at Vegeta with loving eyes. 'Why hasn't he ever told me about her?' Bulma thought as she felt how content and happy Vegeta felt when his mother looked at him. "Be patient and watch," Naklys said.

"I would have loved to my dear, but I'm not feeling all too well." Bulma felt Vegeta's heart tighten with concern. "Come," his mother said and opened her arms towards him. Her saiyan-black hair was falling down her back and in front of her body and ended in the typical spikes. Bulma noticed she didn't look as muscular as Goku and Vegeta, but thought it was because she was female.

"Are… Are you in pain, mom?" Bulma would cry if she could, she was completely overwhelmed by the waves of sorrow that Vegeta had felt. He had walked to his mother and was now sitting in her lap, her tail lying loosely around his body.

"No my sweet Vegeta. The doctors have found something to make the pain go away, but I'm afraid they have yet to find a cure." Some of Vegeta's worries disappeared as his mother brushed the back of his head and he started to purr as she used her nails to massage his scalp.

"Where is he?" They both froze as a male voice yelled down the corridor.

"Quickly, out of the window!" The saiyan queen opened the nearest window, and Vegeta jumped out of it. Bulma could feel how his heart was in his throat, and she was confused by what could make him this frightened. The window was closed but Vegeta kept levitating beneath it, clearly trying to hear what happened inside the room.

A door was slammed and the male voice sounded once again: "When did he leave? I can smell he has been here."

"Why do you even care? He has trained today, let the boy have just five minutes of peace and quiet!" A sound as if someone was slapped was clearly heard from inside and Vegeta clenched his feet when a low moan of pain sounded from his mother.

"Don't ever question me! Now tell me, when did he leave?" A slap was heard once again and Vegeta was getting more and more enraged. "Speak!" As the third slap was delivered a loud thud just beside the window was heard. The saiyan queen was clearly in pain and Vegeta busted the window, quickly getting between his mother and… 'His father?' Bulma was surprised to see an almost spitting image of Vegeta; one of the only differences was that his father had a beard.

"Leave her alone!" The look in the king's eyes turned almost devilish as he raised his hand and pointed it towards his son. Bulma could feel how Vegeta's bravado slowly disappeared as the ki-ball in his father's hand grew. A heartbreaking scream from the queen was heard as everything turned dark.

'What happened?' Naklys didn't respond but said: "Prince Vegeta was eight at the time. The next memory took place five months later."

Bulma could smell resin and freshly chopped wood. Vegeta was sitting in the middle of a room looking at his mother as she told him a story. Bulma suddenly noticed that they spoke an alien tongue, but she could understand it as if it was Japanese. 'What a beautiful language. It sounds almost like they are singing.' It wasn't a language someone would think belonged to a warriorrace, and as the queen spoke Bulma almost forgot that it was a saiyan speaking. Then something unimaginable happened.

Vegeta laughed.

She had heard him laugh before, but that had been mockingly, this was innocent laughter from a child. Bulma's heart swelled with joy as she felt how happy Vegeta had been at that moment. 'Then why does it always feel like he thinks he doesn't deserve happiness? Like he doesn't even know that it is?'

Suddenly a door was busted open and Vegeta was in defense-stance almost instantly. 10 saiyan warriors stormed the room, two of them grabbed the queen and three of them grabbed Vegeta. The other five stood by as the king entered the room; his eyes were burning with rage. Vegeta growled and tried furiously to get away from the warriors, who were holding him. Bulma could feel his panic and anger rise as the king walked towards his queen.

"Let her go and leave." The soldiers nodded and put his mother down with great care much to Vegeta's surprise. Bulma noticed how the saiyan queen looked more fragile than in the last memory. The king turned towards his son. She could feel the hatred in him was shinning out of Vegeta's eyes as they locked with his father's. "Break his arms and legs and then leave. All of you."

A burning, instant pain told Bulma that the soldiers did as told without questioning how they were commanded to injure the prince. She could feel how Vegeta fought to not utter a single word or sound as the warriors mercilessly tossed him at the ground before saluting the king and leaving the room. She felt how much harder it was for him to hear his mother's sobs than to get his limbs broken.

"You have pampered the brat for the last time," the king said with an ominous voice. "Brat, look at her!" He pulled the weak woman out of her seat by her arm and tossed her beside Vegeta. Bulma could feel how Vegeta was about to scream as he saw his mother's eyes were filled with unshed tears. "Look how weak she is. And that's all because of you! I mated the planet's strongest woman but as soon as she gave birth to you her mind and body have started to degenerate. And only because she cares about you."

The king walked towards them and looked down at his son. Bulma could feel Vegeta freeze on the inside as he saw his father make a ki-ball and point it towards the queen.

"Her degeneration is starting to affect you, because she has made you care about her. That's the greatest weakness of all, brat." The king stomped at Vegeta's left arm, making him grind his teeth in pain as the bone now was completely crushed. "An enemy may break your bones, but as long as your spirit is strong so will your body be. And if you ever get a weakness like this again, brat, there's only one way to get rid of it."

A low gurgling sound escaped the queen's lips as the ki-ball punctured her lung after going through her heart. Bulma felt like the ball had hit her instead, she had only felt this emotionally pain two times before: when she had said goodbye to Vegeta and when her baby had been removed. She started to hyperventilate as the pain grew and she could hear Vegeta's roar filled with agonize. Colors and sounds started to mix and her head felt like it was going to explode. She tried desperately to get out of the memories, she didn't want to feel how great pain Vegeta was in.

"Relax. You cannot do anything about it. Calm down, Ms. Bulma, I want to show you one more thing before showing the last of your memories to the prince."

'What do you mean? Show him more? Haven't you showed him everything?' Bulma was confused and started to feel dizzier than ever. 'What is happening now?'

"It's a memory Prince Vegeta has tried to hide away. Try to relax; it will be over in a moment."

'Tried to hide it?' Bulma thought and felt the dizziness starting to disappear again. 'What could he want to hide if not what I have just seen?'

Once again, if you don't want more memory then please tell me. If you have an idea for a memory, please send it to me then I will try to get it in the story!

I'm not going to write when the next chapter will be uploaded, because I always manage to have it done more quickly than anticipated *laughs*