A/N: I don't own DBZ. and the song is by Lifehouse
***This is my interpretation of Vegeta's thoughts, or so, of his death to Frieza***
Sick Cycle
Another blow to the stomach..he was a living punching bag.
He saw his pitiful life flash before his eyes. So many lives had been ruined; the invisible blood of the innocent ran through his fingertips. Thousands of futures had been torn away... He could feel the rage that he had once lived on, he could see the darkness that had blinded him. He remembered the pain, the pain that was given him for not doing enough harm. The embarrassment. The humiliation.
~~
If shame had a face
I think it would kind of look like mine
If it had a home would
It would be my eyes
~~
He was being destroyed by the man.. no, the thing, that had caused him so much humiliation. Memories left their unwanted tracks through his confused mind. His ears could still hear the cries, the terrified cries, because of him. He could see death in once warm and loving eyes. Warm and loving.. what was that?
~~
Would you believe me
If I said I am tired of this
Now here we go one more time
~~
He could feel the strikes to his head, the blows to his stomach. the pride he kept inside as it built up, overwhelming him. The pride that froze his heart.... that stole his soul.
His broken soul.
What hope was left? What was hope anyway?
He tried so hard. tried so hard.
~~
I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get
down to the ground
I tried to earn my way
I tried to change this mind
you better believe
I tried to beat this
~~
How did he get here? All the pain. buried deep inside. All the memories. He can feel the tears run down his cheeks. Tears. He never cried before. Because of that purple deformed being standing over him, he is what he is. Cruel. Heartless. Cold. ::Why am I still here?::
~~
When will this end?
It goes on and on and over and over and over again
Keep spinning around
I know it won't stop till I step down from this for good
~~
::I can't step down. I can only die. But death is not strong enough to take this pain away from me. This pain that I was never supposed to feel, only give.:: He could feel the breath become slower.. harder..
~~
I never thought I'd end up here
I never thought I'd be standing where I am
I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong
Now one more time
This is a sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle, yea
~~
What did he do to deserve this? Nothing.. He's done nothing.. but he's done everything at the same time, that is.... everything wrong.
"Don't let him get away with this." Only a few more breathes.
::Goodbye thoughtless world.. heartless life..::
Goodbye.
~I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong
Now one more time
This is a sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle, yea~
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***This is my interpretation of Vegeta's thoughts, or so, of his death to Frieza***
Sick Cycle
Another blow to the stomach..he was a living punching bag.
He saw his pitiful life flash before his eyes. So many lives had been ruined; the invisible blood of the innocent ran through his fingertips. Thousands of futures had been torn away... He could feel the rage that he had once lived on, he could see the darkness that had blinded him. He remembered the pain, the pain that was given him for not doing enough harm. The embarrassment. The humiliation.
~~
If shame had a face
I think it would kind of look like mine
If it had a home would
It would be my eyes
~~
He was being destroyed by the man.. no, the thing, that had caused him so much humiliation. Memories left their unwanted tracks through his confused mind. His ears could still hear the cries, the terrified cries, because of him. He could see death in once warm and loving eyes. Warm and loving.. what was that?
~~
Would you believe me
If I said I am tired of this
Now here we go one more time
~~
He could feel the strikes to his head, the blows to his stomach. the pride he kept inside as it built up, overwhelming him. The pride that froze his heart.... that stole his soul.
His broken soul.
What hope was left? What was hope anyway?
He tried so hard. tried so hard.
~~
I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get
down to the ground
I tried to earn my way
I tried to change this mind
you better believe
I tried to beat this
~~
How did he get here? All the pain. buried deep inside. All the memories. He can feel the tears run down his cheeks. Tears. He never cried before. Because of that purple deformed being standing over him, he is what he is. Cruel. Heartless. Cold. ::Why am I still here?::
~~
When will this end?
It goes on and on and over and over and over again
Keep spinning around
I know it won't stop till I step down from this for good
~~
::I can't step down. I can only die. But death is not strong enough to take this pain away from me. This pain that I was never supposed to feel, only give.:: He could feel the breath become slower.. harder..
~~
I never thought I'd end up here
I never thought I'd be standing where I am
I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong
Now one more time
This is a sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle, yea
~~
What did he do to deserve this? Nothing.. He's done nothing.. but he's done everything at the same time, that is.... everything wrong.
"Don't let him get away with this." Only a few more breathes.
::Goodbye thoughtless world.. heartless life..::
Goodbye.
~I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong
Now one more time
This is a sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle, yea~
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