by Jeremy Gordon (squalldaman@ameritech.net)
Note: This will be an ongoing series, from several characters POV. It's basically what other people think of Goku, or Kakkarott. Projected lineup is Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Krillen, Trunks, and finally, Piccolo. If you want the POV of someone else, put it in the reviews. This is Buu-Saga, from the beginning to the end. Read and review, please.
Kakkarott.
Your damned name echoes in my head.
For years, you have always eclipsed me. How I have grown from the arrogant brat that I was 11 years ago. How it all started....I remember like it was yesterday.
I arrived on this planet 11 years ago. I was the perfect Saiya-jin soldier; cold, ruthless, and powerful. With that oaf Nappa by my side, I obliterated planets, and made the name Vegeta a feared word. Creatures would tremble at the saying of my name, and I loved it. I was all-powerful, so I thought. Once I heard about the Dragonballs from that damn green alien, I sought them out in the vain hopes of becoming immortal.
What followed would be the defining moment in my life.
I had never lost a fight. Fighters were scared to face me, rather less duel with me. Saiya-jins trembled at the name Saiya-jin no Ouji But you did not. You had no memory of me, of our world, of anything. Perhaps it was this that led you to stare me down, and challenge me. How I foolishly thought I would destroy you and your pitiful world.
You defeated me.
You summoned up a vast amount of strength, and used it to hand me my first ever loss. I was beaten nearly to death, with the aid of your brat, the fat samurai, and Krillen. Heh. Imagine me, remembering the pathetic Earthlings who I would have thought to kill in an instant. If I had died that day, it would have been an honorable defeat. Not you. You had to spare my life, and humiliate me in the worst way possible. You let me get away. Damn you and your foolishness, I thought to myself. I vowed to kill you one day, and I meant to keep that promise.
Then came Namek.
I went there to collect the Dragonballs, and perhaps, gain my revenge. I had gained even more power as a result of my near death, and thought I could finally destroy you, once and for all. I never got the chance. Imagine me, Prince of all Saiya-jins, defeated by a lowly member of the Ginyu Force. You had to save me again. Left twice in your debt. It nearly drove me insane. How had you gained so much power? Where you really the Legendary Super Saiya-jin? How could a third class soldier have surpassed the Prince? It was my bloodline to be the Legendary Saiya-jin!
I fought Frieza. He toyed with me, before killing me. Death is an odd thing. It makes you realize that there is no recoverance, and that you are simply gone. I could only watch from above as you hopelessly challenged Frieza.
Frieza defeated you, temporarily. I saw you brink on the edge of death, and felt a sort of joy, but also sorrow as well. I had not been the one to kill you. I would be the one to kill you. I inspired you to fight, to fight for our people, and defeat Frieza. You did so. You tried to disable him with your Genki Dama, and it almost worked.
Almost.
Frieza came back. He had survived somehow, and was infuriated. He killed Krillen, and sealed his own fate.
Watching Frieza transform was frightening. Watching you transform...it was amazing. The way your hair exploded in a blast of light, how your power level increased drastically, and how you had taken away my destiny, my fate, my birthright. You avenged our people, and defeated Frieza. You would have killed him, but your tragic innocence prevented you. I saw the planet Namek explode, and breathed in relief. You were dead, as was Frieza. A dishonorable way to wish your enemy to die, but clean at least.
I was wished back to life. To see and touch and breath in the things of the living...it was pure ecstasy. I stayed on your pitiful planet to protect it, in a sense. I had no spaceship, and they had wished me back. I had killed thousands of their people, and they still wished me back. It was this that cracked my barrier of unfeeling. I never knew emotion as a child. I was neglected, always. But your people...they took me in. I felt it my duty that if I could not kill you, then I could at least protect the ones you loved. Respect was one thing I had been taught, believe it or not.
Frieza reappeared. He was stronger than before, and sought out to destroy the Earth. I could not protect it from this...this monstrosity. But Trunks, my son appeared, and killed Frieza and his father once and for all. You reappeared. Your family and friends immediately exploded with joy. I was astounded. I had been raised as the perfect fighter, but without emotion. Without feeling. I rethought my options. Kakkarott. You fought with your emotions, and it made you invincible. I decided to stay on Earth, after learning that androids would attack in the future and destroy it. I had to draw some of the attention away from you. I began training.
Over the next three years, I bonded with the woman in my life: Bulma. She gave me what I had been missing in emotion, and it made me stronger. My decision to sacrifice my soul to Babidi was foolish. Being away from her would be more than my heart could handle. But all and everything to defeat you. I had a child with her, Trunks, and he does me proud. I can only hope that he doesn't follow in my tainted footsteps.
The androids came. I had finally reached the level of Super Saiya-jin, after being furious with myself at not being able to surpass you. The androids were defeated, for the most part. You recovered, on the edge of death. I was prepared for the worst challenge of all: Cell.
It would be easy to say that Cell destroyed me, and I say so. He defeated me. All my training for nothing. Imagine my anger when your brat, Gohan, surpassed me. The son of a third class, ascended to the level beyond Super Saiya-jin, and defeated Cell. I was shamed again, shamed from my royal birthright. My honor was gone. You were dead, sacrificing yourself to defeat Cell. I had no reason to remain. But I did. I had developed a family, a family that loved me, despite anything I did. Over the next seven years, I trained non-stop. I surpassed your brat, and was honored to call myself the most powerful being in the universe.
You returned.
It was like old times. I finally had a chance to beat you, in the tournament. I never got my chance. It was time to save the world, again. After watching you battle, I realized that I could never surpass you, not by orthodox means.
This is why I sacrficed my will to the wizard, in exchange for more power. Defeating you was my life's purpose, and I had to fulfill it. We began fighting, and you held back. That is how I am here now. I have you at my mercy...it would be too easy to kill you. But I do not. Why?
After all the years I had waited, an honorable fight to the death shall be had.
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