Hero
One does what one can.
I was restless, violent and uncontrolable. I showed no gratitude to the elderly man who took me in.
I hit my head, and my life changed forever.
I was innocent, but loved adventure. I had friends, whom I saw as family.
I fought petty warlords and would be world rulers, and it was fun.
T
hen I lost people I cared about, and it was personal.
I fought true evil, and I prevailed. Those precious to me were restored, and I was happy.
I had a wife, I had a son.
Then they came.
I was not of this world. I was Saiyan.
I fought my brother, and died
I returned to life and defeated three of my kind, sparing only one.
I fought a conquerer of worlds, and became the hope of the universe, ally to good, nightmare to evil.
Many foes came and went, but each were defeated.
Then I died once again.
I had journeyed to far off worlds, seen all the facets of the afterlife.
I had a second son, and I was proud.
I defeated ancient monsters.
I had a grandchild and once again I was pleased.
Evil continued to plague Earth.
They saw the light behind the door and mistook me for the source.
No matter what tricks they used, they could never ultimately prevail.
No matter how many villains arise they always forget one thing.
There is always a hero.