Breakaway
Kelly Clarkson, artists period need to stop giving me ideas! I mean come on! I need to get some of my fanfics done so I have more free time!
Para Para Brothers: She doesn't own DBZ.
After that disgraceful death to the hands of that tyrant, he worried about his queen and eldest son. His body fought to protect his family and race from that man. He may be a cold-hearted king but he was still a loving man behind closed doors.
"Vegeta forgive me for the actions I took. I wanted to protect you from that man." He said, his eyesight burning form the unknown wetness in his eyes. Darkness surrounded him as he wished he could will his body to move.
Nothing happened. Closing his eyes, he felt the wetness cascade down his face. He was supposed to be strong for his race as their king but he felt weak. He gave his son – his heir – to the man that was a tyrant.
Looking to the darkness behind his eyelids, he took in the images of his family. He gave his youngest away because of the lack of characteristics he should have had but he was still proud of him. He was proud of both of his children and his race.
"Frieza!" A voice boomed into his subconscious, making him look. The edges blurred – like he was experiencing a dream – with Bardock in the center as he challenged all of Frieza's followers. He was challenging the murderer. It was like the soldier knew what the tyrant was planning on doing.
The death ball that was full of negative Ki flew toward the lone warrior, his followers and the planet that had the people he feared.
"You tried your best Bardock." The king whispered before letting the eternal darkness take him where he belonged.
Breaking away from the pain he felt from his jaw, he let a true sincere smile on his face. He knew he was going to hell for all the acts he's done but he was going to be away from that monster.
Done! I think I caught this pretty well but that's me. What about you? Please review and tell me.