I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way. I make no profit from this story. I just wrote it for fun.

The King flung a casual fireball at Recely. It missed by a lot. Recely was surprised he did it so half-heartedly. He seemed incredibly distracted. He wasn't as enthused as when they'd first met.

"Is there something wrong, Vegeta?" Recely asked. She was scared to ask because she was admitting to him that she found his performance unchallenging and she wasn't exactly sure she wanted a challenge. They had guests coming in two hours and she doubted she would have time to heal in a rejuvenation tank and get ready as well. She was very excited about seeing Kimpu again.

"No." Vegeta said simply. He stared at her for a few moments. "Yes." He corrected. "Who are you?"

"Pardon?" Recely asked confused.

"Who are you? Why were you out in the woods? Who is your family?"

Recely smiled a bit. He had been so thrilled at her power that he didn't even give a damn where it came from. Well, let's see what his reaction to this will be. Recely was beyond fear now, she felt she could say anything to him.

"My family lived out there ever since we saiyans first came to this planet. My father was a patriot of yours and was helping with the rebellion, in it's early stages"

"Who is your father?"

"My mother's mate was named Teeb."

"Never heard of him. Funny, I should remember that." The King racked his brain, upset that he could not remember this Teeb man.

"Well, he decided after the revolution started that he did not agree with it. So he and my mother fled to the woods."

"Hmmmm. He didn't have to do that. I gave everyone a choice. Plenty of my followers refused to fight. Some of them were elite."

Recely just shrugged, not knowing how to respond to that. She didn't know what her parents were thinking.

"So, what did they do in the woods? It must've been hard to survive there." The King stated.

 "It was hard. They took care of orphans that lost their parents to the Tsoofur-jin ."

"Were they powerful?"

"No, they were second class saiyans." Recely admitted, with hesitation.

"Then how can you be an elite?" The king demanded of her. Surely two middle classed parents could not producewhat was called a 'natural born elite'. Some earned th etitle, but it was obvious that Recely was born powerful.

Recely lowered herself to the ground from where she was in the air. The King followed, his curiosity overwhelming him.

"Well, the day your soldiers came to my home, I thought they were savages."

"Savages?" The King asked. "What kind of savages? And what do they have to do with your power level?" He demanded impatiently, assuming that she was trying to avoid telling him her true origins.

"Yes, saiyan savages, opposers to your rule. They have everything to do with my power level. I had to protect my family against them. They are very, very strong men and there were over a dozen of them at the start."

The King looked a bit shocked. "I hadn't known there was opposition to me." He said, quite annoyed, he was positive he had convinced everyone on the planet to pledge loyalty to him, despite the fact that many of them did not agree with his actions. The Vegeta family had been the protectors and governors of the saiyans since the beginning of time it seemed. It wasn't really a drastic change that the latest generation of the family Vegeta would officially appoint himself king. Obviously, he had missed a few saiyans in his convincing though. "But, even if you fought them since birth," the King continued "You wouldn't be this powerful now, not with middle classed parents."

"One of my biological parents was a middle classed saiyan, the other was..." Recely trailed off and looked at the floor. She now wished she hadn't been so eager to tell him about her heritage.

"A savage." Vegeta finished for her, remembering that Recely had referred to the man called Teeb as, 'my mother's mate.' not, 'my father.' He walked over to her and put his on her cheek. "I am so sorry."

"Why?" She snapped, making piercing eye contact with him. "You're not a savage. You have your own agenda for wanting a child. I have my own and that savage that was my father had his own." She turned away from him and tried to hold back her tears. "He wanted to hurt people, Vegeta. He was selfish. So, why are you sorry for what you did to me? Are your motives selfish as well?"

"No, my beloved they are not. I want a child to free this planet and I need you. I have not been completely honest or open with you. My affairs off world are..sordid ones." The King paused and swallowed. "I don't know if you were taught this but we saiyans ran a business on our mother ship as we traveled throughout the galaxy. We purged planets of civilized life for buyers. Races like us, who did not have planets to call their own. We made a lot of money doing that. But my father grew impatient with this business and decided that it was about time we got a planet of our own. A home. When we landed here, what was then called the planet Plant, we met with Tsoofur-jin. We had been set on destroying them, but my father, being a businessman saw potential money in the technology the Tsoofur-jin offered. So, we allied with them and we actually led quite a peaceful existence for a few years. But the Tsoofur-jin weren't without their faults and they made the unfortunate mistake of trying to control us with their weapons and barriers. Not to mention they didn't hesitate to expel us form our newly established homes whenever they felt the urge to build a new city. By then, my father had died and I was in charge. I have a bad temper and in my youth may have acted foolishly, definitely impulsively, and what started out as a demand for equality transformed into a fight for dominance and ...I won." The King swallowed again and looked at Recely. "Years passed and I tried to rebuild the damaged planet, I had plans for great cities, better than any of those we had ever lived in. I wanted to make this a home that we could all be proud of. But I needed money. We sold the technology to a lot of our previous planet customers but we soon exhausted that source of income. Then Frieza showed up. Have you ever heard of Frieza?" the King asked.

"Only recently, yesterday to be exact." Recely replied.

The King nodded understandingly. "Frieza is the most horrible, cruel and vicious tyrant the universe has ever known. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a brutal man, but Frieza..." The king shook his head sadly. "He's monstrous. He destroys planets for his entertainment and personal gain, not to survive. I allied with Frieza five years ago in order to gain funds for the expansion for our two major cities, Gardenia and Foliage. It worked and the cities are now glorious, but recently Frieza has begun to take advantage of us and it's enraging me. My family did not work this hard for our people to be surpressed like this! I won't stand for it!" The King yelled, frightening his queen, who stumbled back from him.

The King calmed himself and looked at her pleadingly. "But I can't do it alone. In fact, I can't do it at all. But if a Prince or Princess was to be born with our combined power levels and trained properly he or she could do it and free us saiyans forever. I want to stop destroying lives and homes and start building them. I should have explained that to you from the beginning, but.... I had to be sure."

 "Sure that I was the one." Recely turned to face him. "I am honored that you think I can help. But what you did to me was wrong, Vegeta. I'm not like the brutal saiyans you now. I love my family and all the power and possessions in the universe couldn't replace them!" Recely was breathing heavily, trying not to cry.

"I assure you my love, I will make up to you all that you've lost because of me."

"That's not possible, but if you really want to give me back some of my dignity you can promise me that you want me to help you better this planet and the universe itself. If this Frieza person is as terrible as you say, then the universe will be better off without him. If you need me for that then I'll do as you want"

"That's exactly what I need you for. I need you Recely." He brought her close to him and embraced her gently.

"You're not upset about your mate being the daughter of a middle class saiyan and a savage?" That was reason enough for him to kill her. She was far from having the genes of an elitist, although she had the power of one.

"You are neither a weakling, nor a savage; therefore, I have nothing to be upset about."

Recely wept into his chest. She was happy that this man that she had thought was so horrible, so ruthless and selfish was not. She was happy that she was not just a possession to him, something to brag about. She was something useful to the planet. Not only would she save her family, and her race, but perhaps the universe as well.