Laugh at me once more
We'll see how well your vocal cords work when I cut them out with a rusty dagger
Demean me once more
For the shame that will impose upon you once a "filthy monkey" kills you will be deliciously satisfying
You proclaim that I am the perfect prodigy and that it is all your doing
I've never heard such vulgar profanities in my entire twenty years of living
For every sneer, there will be new a method of torture
For every frustrated tear that forms in my eyes you shall shed a thousand more
I made me who I am today, not you, not my father nor my long dead planet
I am a Prince, not because it's my birth right but because I demand it
I prove myself worthy of deserving such momentous worshipping
So belittle, judge and beat me to your heart's content because one day I will not be the crimson lavished body beneath your foot.
Instead your white and purple carcass will lay broken and defeated as my form loom's over you
And only then will I be able to reclaim my right as the ruler of the universe.
My blood swims with the raw power that is the ancestries of Saiyan's
My veins pulse against strained flesh as my hair flickers from upswept ebony to coarse platinum blonde locks
To my agitation my eyes and hair lose their light, once again returning to their usual somber appearance
Not yet
I'm close
That day is nearing.
Are you ready?