A/N: Hi guys. I came back from Israël a couple of days ago, I was there for three weeks, which is why I didn't update for so long. Sorry about that.

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The past few days have been some of the most awkward moments in my life.
I have said and thought it many times before, but never in my life would I have ventured a guess, that I would end up like this.

Emotions? Unnecessary. A mate? What the hell am I thinking, and love? Love is forbidden. You do not love. Ever. Bulma disagrees. To her, emotions are her everything, and love is what keeps her going.

Pathetic.

I have always prided myself on the fact that I always separated myself from those who are weak. The weak will perish, and only the strong will survive. Any creature that loves, or lets his life be controlled by love, is a nothing more than a weakling and deserves to die.

Every warrior knows this. Every true, great fighter knows that in order to live in the universe, you must never surrender to something that you can not control on free will.
But what kills me, is that somehow, Kakarrot loves, and that clown is still alive.

How can it be that a low-level soldier, who has completely lost control and let his emotions rule his life, has become the most powerful warrior in the universe?

It's absurd. There's no sense. How can Kakarrot have achieved Super-Saiyan level, by feeling anger because his friend died.
Those are emotions. He felt them. And they pushed him over the edge.

How the fuck can a buffoon like Kakarrot use his emotions to his advantage when I, the mighty prince of all Saiyans, have no fucking idea how to feel them.

"Here you go Vegeta." Bulma puts food on the table, and then stands next to it. Her eyes are full of expectation. She waits impatiently, as if she wants me to do something.
Finally, I can't stand it any more. I sigh. "What do you want, woman." "Your surprise" she answers, as if it was obvious all along.

"Woman, I don't like surprises." I tell her, slightly irritated. For a moment, a look of disappointment befalls her face, but she recovers fast.

Bulma carries her emotions out in the open. Her eyes always tell you what she's thinking. And right now, she can't stand me.
There's annoyance in her eyes, but also anger. She's angry with me, and slowly, she starts blowing up. I brace myself for the impact of her yelling, but it never comes.

"Please, Vegeta. Just... just look at it. Maybe... you might like it. Please, just try." I'm shocked at how disappointed she sounds. Maybe I can't read into her as well as I thought.

Or it's the first fase of mood swings.

I refuse to look at her for a long time, until I finally surrender. "Show me"

My father pushed his emotions out of the way when it came to business. I am aware of the fact that he tried to retrieve me, but you won't be able to give up your only son, if you're controlled by emotions.

That's what killed him. Emotions. He should have waited, until I was ready, but no. My father let his emotions take control over him for one time, and it killed him.
It was an attempt to free me. Had he not acted so foolishly because he was tired of being Frieza's slave, or because he wanted me back, he might have survived a little longer.

There's all the proof I need. Emotions are worth nothing.

As I'm walking inside Capsule Corp., I cannot deny that I feel like giving up. I no longer wish to be the cold, ruthless warrior I was. Even though turning Majin felt better, in the end, it meant losing Trunks and Bulma.

Turning Majin and let Babadi control me, was an incredibly desperate attempt to gain strength. I knew that my stay at Earth had weakened me. As much as the woman begs to differ, my fondness of them has changed me. I am no longer the powerful warrior I was before Namek, but I had failed to notice it. Babidi opened my eyes by releasing the evil in my heart. And then I realised, that if I had stayed evil, I might have surpassed Kakarrot. But when it came down to sacrificing myself to keep my family alive, or leaving Earth and becoming Vegeta, prince of all Evil, the choice was simple.

"OK, Vegeta. I want you to close your eyes." Bulma blocks my way and holds out a blindfold.

"Ow, come on...You're joking, there's now way..." "VEGETA" she screams.

"Do you want me to get angry with you? I'm asking you to do something, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST OBEY ME!" she screams nearly frantic.

She takes a deep breath and resumes calmly: "Vegeta, now will you please, and I'm emphaszing the word please, put on your blindfold."
She lost it. She's out of her mind. I put on the blindfold, simply to avoid any more tantrums.

"Allright then, here we go" and she takes my hand and guides me through the gardens.

"Woman, if we don't get there within the minute I will simply run off. I can only put up with your crazy antics for a very short time"
She ignores me, and we continue to walk down the gardens.

So what if I preferred my family over evil. Oh Fuck. I stop dead in my tracks. Oh motherfucking holy shitting fucking shit Buu Frieza and Cold. This can't be happening.

"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Bulma asks me. "Nothing. Just keep walking" I answer and walk as fast as I can.
This can not be happening. I can't believe what a fool I've been. How could I have been so foolish, how could I have not realised this sooner.

Being controlled by Babidi gave me strength. It made me stronger. I chose giving my life for Trunks and Bulma over being controlled by Babidi.

I chose my family over strength. It's done. I am weak. I have openly given up the possibility to gain enormous amounts of strengths for my family.
Yet I feel no regret.

"Vegeta, are you ok? You're kind of walking in the wrong direction" Bulma says to me. "Grr, couldn't you have said that any sooner?" I ask irritated.

I can't see what she's doing, but it seems as though she stopped and is now looking around to see where we are.

Oh great. What a fucking waste of precious time. First I give up strength for them, and now she is trying to keep me from getting stronger.

"Woman..." I nearly growl impatiently.

"Relax Vegeta, you're the one that got us here in the first place" she says as if she's warning me.

"What? I'm blindfolded you idiot! Thanks to your great plan, I didn't even know where I was going." I say aggravated. How can she blame this on me?

"Calm down, hot-head. Just follow me and we'll get to you surprise soon enough."

I don't think there's any point in claiming that I haven't changed. I can't go on a universal rampage anymore, because my consciense will start nagging at me, and even though killing is still my favorite hobby, purging planets will not go as easily as 11 years ago. I have changed.

Now I just have to find out whether I welcome it, or wish to change back to who I was.

After walking for what seemed like ages, we finally arrive.
"Now, Vegeta. Are your eyes closed?" She asks me while inspecting the blindfold.

"Woman, this better be worth it."

"Oh, believe me. It will"

She takes my hand and leads me through a door.

"Ok, are you ready?" She asks me.

"Woman, take the fold off and get this over with" I tell her. This is pissing me off. I have fucking better things to do than walk around Capsule Corp. with a blindfold.
Bulma unties the blindfold, and my mouth falls open.

I'm inside a normal Gravity Room,but on the wall above the control panel, is the royal crest of planet Vegeta.

I'm dumbfounded, and walk over to the crest. I examine it. Every inch of it is completely flawless. I turn to Bulma, who stands there anxious, awaiting my answer.

I try to find my voice, but nothing comes out of my mouth. Finally I manage to whisper: "Where did you find this?" My voice sounds hoarse and broken. I just don't understand, where could she have found this?

"I logged on a lot of alien databases, and by hacking in to systems of spaceships, I was able to find this. It's sort of like intergalactic internet." She exclaims proudly.

I turn around and stare at the crest. I have seen it on my father's uniform countless times. It was also above his throne in the throne room, and it was on my battle armor when I was a little boy.

It's flawless. She copied it down perfectly. For a long time, I can do nothing but look at it.
It's hard to describe it. There are three arrows at the top, but the rest is undescribable. I never thought I'd say this, but it's beautiful.

I say nothing for a very long time, and Bulma sees this as a bad sign. "You don't like it?" She asks me extremely disappointed. I shake my head.

"No, Bulma. I do. It's...perfect. Thank...thank you"

She walks up to me, and puts her arms around my neck.
"I hoped you'd like it" she whispers in my ear, "but I was also afraid that it would bring back bad memories. Are you...ok?"

"Yes, Bulma. I'm fine." I answer as I kiss her softly. "Now, I'd like to train here."

She smiles, kisses my cheek and walks away.

After nine hours of intensive training, my thoughts are back to where I was before.
Why can't I just be left alone? Why do I have to wonder about whether I have made the right decision or not.

Ever since Frieza died, I knew that gaining strength and ruling the universe would never give me much fulfillment, because I hadn't been the one to destroy him.

When the woman invited me to live here, I just accepted, so I could train to destroy the creature that had killed me in another timeline.
What I did find weird, was that I had stayed on this planet in the future timeline. Why did I stay, instead of returning back to space?

Was it to beat Kakarrot? I find that unlikely. I could have trained in space, just as well as here. So why did I stay?
Was it because of her? She had my attention from the moment I first lay eyes on her. Would I have declined her invitation if there were no androids to defeat?

Obviously not. These are all questions that will remain unanswered. The main question that I need to answer now, is: love, or don't love.

Love gave Kakarrot strength, but it killed millions of warriors. I realized that perhaps my fondness for them, is more than just fondness. Not only did I give up strength, I gave my life. When I realized what had to be done, I immediately sacrificed myself. For them.

Fuck cunt piss shit. I don't even know what the hell I'm supposed to do with this.

Luckily for me, the computer screen lights on and Bulma's face appears on it.

"Vegeta? Dinner's ready, are you coming?" I walk over to the screen and nod.
She smiles and shuts down the computer.

Sitting at the dinner table. I keep looking at her. Bulma's extremely cheerful today.
Trunks is eating as if this is the first time he has eaten in days, and Bulma just sits there with a disgustingly big smile on her face.

No one speaks. Until I can't take it anymore. "What are you smiling about?" I ask Bulma.

"Nothing, sweetie. I'm just happy you like the surprise, that's all." And she continues smiling.

"What surprise?" Trunks asks with a mouth full of food.

"I built your daddy a gravity room, with a very ancient Saiyan symbol." Bulma answers.

"Hey, how come dad gets a new gravity room, when you promised me one?" Trunks asks annoyed.

"Well, you can have your father's old one" Bulma answers.

"Oh great, thanks a lot mom"

"Silence" I finally say. "Trunks, you will not be so ungrateful, you will respect your mother. You're not old enough to speak to her in this manner"

Trunks' and Bulma's mouths fall open. Bulma looks at me with surprise in her eyes.
Before anyone asks any questions, I stand up and walk upstairs.

A short while later, Bulma follows me upstairs.

"Erm, Vegeta. I was just wondering, would you like to go baby-shopping with me tomorrow?" She asks nervously.

"No" I answer

"Oh, great! We'll have a really good time." she answers excited. I sigh. There's just no use in arguing with a pregnant woman.

Am I happy she's having a child? I might be. I'm glad there's another heir, but I'm also glad that I'm having another child.
I will have to treat it better than I treated Trunks though.

I ignored him completely, but this time, I'll do better.
I'll treat them both as they deserve to be treated.

I will never lose my pride.

I will never forget my heritage. But perhaps, I should open up to my emotions, and accept my feelings.

At least for now.

A/N: God I hate this chapter. I rewrote it 3 times, and everytime it came out worse, so I just decided to be satisfied with what I have.

If you're wondering what the crest looks like, find the episode: Fighting power one million, You'll see it perfectly displayed above King Vegeta's throne.

It's also in little in the episode where Vegeta dies.

Well, everyone. That's it for this story. I already know what will be my next, very short, project.

A short meeting between Veggie and his father, somewhere around the GT-era, just to see what they both think of each other.

But after that, I plan on writing a long story again, ideas are appreciated.

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Don't know what I was thinking when I decided to write it from Vegeta's POV, abnormally difficult.

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