Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
Author's Note: This is the result of having conversations about Frieza, which always include his influence on Vegeta, and then I decide to write. Then somehow I squeeze in a little Vegebul. You might have to squint to see it.
This seemingly strong foundation is full of cracks
Displays of forced unity can't overshadow what glaringly lacks
Smiles and training to be the most powerful in existence
Doesn't make up for a lifetime of lies and now a bitter resistance
Truth has injured and bruised pride more than anything put aside by this ego
Being second place to a commoner so far beneath
Is just unfathomable since that glory was destined to be within reach
Those pretty blue eyes once looked up to him
But now they turn to another on a whim
His form is what entrances her so fully,
So wholly
Like if this one were to disappear
The other would experience overwhelming fear
Not out of some silly thought of being harmed
Quite the contrary, as there's no need to be alarmed
Only an inkling of him not making his way back
Due to an unfounded fact of picking up the slack
Almost as if the fault and blame is his own
How it could be based on who solely made it so he ended up alone?
Despite that entire situation being buried under lie after lie
Recognition of what had actually happened versus what was a fabrication fueled the desire for the offender to die
Only bloodlust and a tyrant tainted the rightful heir
Instead of living magnificently along with his father, he was in the enemy's lair
None by his own choosing for he hadn't known what he was losing
Falsities perpetuated for a lifetime can't be erased at the drop of a dime
She got glimpses of the weakness yet couldn't fathom the bleakness of his position
Being shown up in that humiliating fashion
Fanned the flames of his unyielding passion
His majestic blood called for him to ascend and display why it was he who should defend his people's honor
His aura would permeate the air and let all know not to even dare impose on his land
All that remained was a name that had lost its grace and fame
Belittled and tarnished in the worst way a royal could fall in disgrace
His chance to avenge himself and his planet snatched from his grasp
He'd spend years to come catching up until his sacrifice after his relapse.