I have a home that no one can find,
locked away from the sands of time.
I know a place that no one dare go,
a secret place you'll never know.
A field of flowers, a gentle rain,
safe from the hatred, and free from the pain.
This special land from a far away dream,
is born in the sunrise of memories.
Evil is evil, and heroes still die,
the life that some live, is merely a lie.
Forget about hatred, it only brings pain.
Suffering in life, what's there to gain?
Freedom to think brings freedom to choose,
choose what is right, or else you will lose.
You walk your own path, but where will you go,
the choice is yours, no one else can tell.
Walk in the sunshine, or live in the rain,
create your own legend, or die in shame...
I am Vegeta the last of my kind,
I live in the memory, of a forgotten time.
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Ok, nobody maim me for writing this. I have the sugar buzz from hell
right now, and I'm not thinking straight ok? Yeah. that is a lame excuse....
Oh well, just in case you can't tell from the poem this is Vegeta remembering
his home world. Where his happiest memories are from. It also talks about
how he changed while he was on Earth. And the "kind" he's talking about
is people who remember his home world, everyone else that had been there
is dead. So, he's "the last of his kind"