To be alive and not have a life…
To be a god but not have a choice…
To have words but not a voice…
To have a friend only to kill with thy own hands…
Nataku faced Goku, his sword in a tight grip. His eyes and demeanor, fierce and determined to do what was asked of him and yet, in his mind was a screaming ageless boy begging to be spared this.
"Nataku?"
And closer he walked, straight to his adversary. While everyone watched, waiting for the final blow of his sword. The gleaming metal of Nataku's blade sliced through the air and his father smiled in satisfaction. Death now befell heaven's threat, Goku.
I am Nataku, the god of war whose sword mortals and immortals fear. Yet, you do not.
There was silence except for some surprised exclamations when the sound of tearing flesh resonated within the room. Everything seemed to move in such a slow manner. The blood splattered on Goku's face and all he could do was stare blankly ahead of him.
Nataku's eyes darkened. The voices around him began to fade with his vision. He could hardly see with the colors swirling about him as he fought to remain conscious. The last he saw was Goku's blood stained face. His blood on his friend's face…red…
And the red had melted to black.
I am Nataku.
Not a god. Not a prince.
These are my hands…
This is my voice…
This is my choice.
And my life, instead of yours, my friend.
