A Saiyan's Pride / Vegeta x Reader

Coming Clean

I woke up to see....

Is that Piccolo? Why is he here? Where is Goku?

"W-Where is Goku?" I asked, trying to sit up. "Goku asked me to watch you until you're awake in case you tried getting up too fast- which you are, so please lay back down." I laid back down with a sigh, "Okay... Please don't tell him I'm awake yet."

"Very well then, I'd imagine you need time to process everything; were you aware who your father was?" The Namek asked. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, "I knew my father... I didn't know he was Bardock's brother and I certainly never knew my mother's name..."

"I see..." He hummed. I put my hands back down and looked over to Piccolo, "Should I tell Goku?" He didn't respond because he thought I should be the one to come to that conclusion. His eyes went to the door and mine followed.

Vegeta was leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He gave one look to Piccolo, which made him leave the room to me and the Saiyan prince. Vegeta sat down where Piccolo was originally sitting. "You've better start talking." He growled.

"Vegeta, I had no idea Goku and I were even remotely related." I explained. His eyebrows narrowed and his tone of voice got louder, "I couldn't care less about Kakarot! You've been lying to me about what you did know, woman! I will not have you making me out to look like a fool- I demand to know everything!"

"First of all, you can skip the attitude... I don't owe you any explanations, just like my father doesn't own your father any explanations either." I slowly pushed myself up so I was sitting up in the bed, "Vegeta you were Frieza's right hand man! You served that piece of shit!"

He narrowed his eyes, "I was a child! I didn't know any other way to live; I wasn't given the chance to choose my own destiny!" His words tugged at my heartstrings in the slightest.

"Fine... I'll tell you everything, but I need you first to understand why I hid it from you." I patted the spot beside me on the bed and Vegeta reluctantly obeyed and sat on the edge of my bed. "My father and I were low class Saiyans, Vegeta... when I met you here on earth and realized you were the prince, I was terrified that you would kill me if you found out my father was part of the resistance."

Vegeta's expression relaxed in the slightest bit, "Y/N, you know me. Why would I ever have a reason to kill you?" He asked. "There's one more thing..." I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. He placed his hand gently on my tail and it naturally wrapped around his arm. "Remember that night I told you about when I first met you?" I asked. He nodded.

"I was sent there to assassinate you, Vegeta... you said you didn't have a choice in your destiny, but neither did I. We were children.... I was just a young kid when my father sent me to kill the prince of our planet." I sighed, "I couldn't do it... I became infatuated seeing you relax on the throne so innocently; I refused to believe someone that innocent looking could be the cause of our suffering."

"I.." Vegeta stopped, unsure how to digest the information. "Come on, we can talk about it later." He got up and let go of my tail before walking out of the room. I could tell he needed to sort through his thoughts, so I gave him space before I followed his lead and returned to the group.

I looked around at everyone gathered, trying to find Goku. Wait... Is that,

"Trunks?" I asked, walking over to the familiar blue haired man who was standing against the railing of Bulma's large porch. He looked up after hearing his name and smiled wide, even blushing. "Y/N, this is what you were running late for?"

I giggled, covering my blushing cheeks with my arm sleeve, "Yeah."

My focus was concentrated on Trunks, so I didn't notice our conversation caught the attention of a certain Saiyan Prince.