The first thing a person typically sees when they are born is a blindingly bright light.
For most, it is the light of the world, greeting their eyes that have never seen anything before this moment of birth. Whether it is a hospital room or a fire or even the sky, the light that welcomes everyone into the world is the same.
He is no different than normal people in this respect. When he is born, there is indeed a blinding light that welcomes him to the world.
The light is gone much faster for him.
It has to be. He has things to do.
He knows there were others before him.
He knows there will be others after him.
But he can't think about any of them.
Every second is precious for him.
They call him arrogant.
They call him reckless.
They call him childish.
He laughs them off and flies into danger.
Wouldn't you be if you were born knowing you didn't even have an hour to live your whole life?
Wouldn't you want to enjoy every moment of it?
He'd like to see them try smiling knowing that.
But he can't think any more now.
There is his enemy, threatening the planet and the people on it. In a way, he owes this despicable creature thanks. He wouldn't have been born if not for this.
It doesn't matter.
He's got less than 30 minutes left to live.
He'd better make sure that his enemy will have even less.
The green man is appalled. He finds the newborn's signature attack ridiculous. He calls it childish. He calls it unnecessary, pointless, and stupid.
Sending in an apparition on a suicide mission as an attack? Who would do something like that? What's the point?
The boy smirks as he prepares to use it. It might seem that way to an observer, but to he and his brothers, there's a much greater meaning.
He checks his internal clock.
16 minutes.
15 minutes and 57 seconds and then he'll just become nothing more than someone else's suicide attack.
Even if he wins, even if his victory is flawless, the end result is impossible to change. That was what he was from the beginning.
In the end, he's no different from his ghosts, you see.
He doesn't find it sad. If anything, it's funny.
He wonders if Namekians understand the concept of irony. He wonders if any of those who had come before him had ever wondered this.
He'd really like to know, but there's not enough time to explain it, and certainly not enough time to ask.
There's never enough time.
He's never gotten to ask his older brothers and he'll be gone before his younger brothers ever exist, but he just knows.
It's time.
The ghosts are ready. His opponent is caught off guard by their appearance.
15 minutes and 32 seconds left before he dies.
Let's do it.