A/N: A sestina is a poem with six stanzas where the six words that end each line of the first stanza are repeated in a specific order to end every other stanza. I do not own Dragon Ball Z

"I never dreamed the mighty Vegeta would be treated like a plaything. I'm going to die."- Akira Toriyama Dragon Ball Z

Every day I suffer in silence to prove my life

is worth more than my enslavement. I was born into a nightmare,

my world stripped from me, my will silenced by a merciless freak.

I'll die here, in a pool of pride and blood

on this world of Namekian scum.

The Great Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince, drained of all energy.

I've given everything yet Recoome has no limit to his energy.

He'll come at me again and again to take my life,

but I will not die until I have wiped Freeza and his scum

off the sole of my boot. Soon it'll be Freeza's nightmare

and I'll reign supreme! Damn it, coughing up blood,

collapsed lung. Recoome laughs because here I am the freak.

I have been humiliated by Freeza my whole life and called a freak.

Freeza will not take prisoners. I will not regain my energy

nor achieve immortality. My future holds nothing but my blood

and by Freeza's command, my death has become more valuable than my life.

Freeza will be immortal by now, but my demise can end my nightmare.

I will die a warrior, but to my enemies I will always be scum.

The Earthlings, they are the scum.

Whispering plans but never moving to attack that freak,

Recoome. Their blatant incompetence makes me this nightmare

harder to bear. If they have the energy to talk they have the energy

to fight. They're both a waste of life.

Kakarrot's brat especially, a waste of Saiyan blood.

Recoome shouts to his teammates who laugh at the sight of my blood.

If I hated their team before, now I know what scum

they truly are. They take pleasure in making my life

worse than hell. I wish I could tell myself it is a freak

accident that I am beaten into the ground and on last reserves of energy,

but I learned long ago, lies never soften the nightmare.

I cannot recall a time when my nightmare

lay dormant. I relive my own horrors in my enemies' blood.

I always amused Freeza, so he wouldn't waste too much energy

teaching me obedience. Freeza is the definition of scum.

I came to Namek for immortality and to one day silence that freak.

I don't regret my actions, but I'll always regret my life.

I've lost too much blood. I can't hope to escape this next attack with my life.

But maybe, I don't need to. This scum with his massive energy

may prove to be the freak I need. He'll be the one to end my nightmare.