What if an revengeful being cast Vegeta into a living nightmare for his past deeds, That placed him at the Mercy of his own son Trunks!!!..intrested??? read the poem for now... stay tuned for the story...

Kakkorotto is ten steps behind me, now that shit is scary
sometimes I feel ahead myself,
I hear this voice in the back of my soul
like "Vegeta maintain, just try, warrior, better yourself"

So what do I do?, I take heed and pick up the pace
can't explain it when I picked up my son and look at my face!
I'm like a navy rose growin' in the concrete crack in the pavement,
there that voice go again "Vegeta practice for greatness,"
get ready for them immaculate statements"
Keep thinkin of them hot moves, like a volcano, I can't explain it
there's nothing like it..

God damn, what you want from me Kakkortto, what you want me to tell you huh?
Warriors thought that I would stumble huh, thought I was weak, huh?

But I ain't use to using my mind, I used to just... use my power
and run wild with my warriors, in the streets wild with these wars
and the slaves and all the frails, they use to polish my floors

I'm moving warriors like ruckus, with no strings attached
It's nothin' for me, so you know it ain't a thing to attack
to look in your eyes, see through your heart, know what you fearin'
pick you apart, like you warriors is transparent

It's like I, Vegeta was born with advanced parents
I'm like the Sun shining at night,
imagine it warriors, I know you wanna see me gradually fall
but I'm walkin on air, braking every gravity law
nothing like it...

I say words that skip through air
let the words of a true warior hit your ear,
it change colors like my royal blood when it hit the air
it's nothin' like it...

I changed my whole life.. in about 9 months, just like sperm in Bulma's womb
these young warriors never learn 'til they doomed
try to tell them "you can burn young solider, without smelling the fuse"
my might makes you shiver in the middle of June,

paintin' pictures so vivid, you can hang it up in your room
shine bright like a prism, displaying colors like Crayola

think of the warriors with pure motives,
think about Freeza who screwd us and played over us
think about the my wife who suffered and prayed over us

Just look at the the picture I've painted, it's so perfect
open your eyes, your evils way you can't always, escape on luck,you can't duck us
I learned the hard way, do evil it will over come all, no survivors every soul shall suffer,

I'm loadin you with truth, keep being like me, every soul shall suffer,
I promise I'll light your way with my truthful tounge......my life story will touch yha.....