I Hate Him.......The Sequel
By: Neko-chan
Disclaimer: *looks down at herself again* Do I look like a guy? Wait....don't answer that. Ahem....anyways...don't own 'em....never will. I wrote this sequel ficcie by request. *taps foot* I TOLD you people that I wrote the first on in my English II Honors notebook.......and that it wouldn't be very good........this one probably isn't very good, either. *sighs* Oh, well. Hope you like it anyways......
I stop, and think about the last thing I thought. I'll be alone...... My obsidian dark eyes widen when I realize this. It's true; if Kakarot ever does die....I'll be the last of the true blooded Saiyans. The last of my kind. And for some reason, that thought makes a small fission of fear shoot down my spine. Would I be willing to give up my whole identity just to be the strongest in the universe?
For some reason......I can't answer that. Before I met him, the answer would have been yes, I'd willingly give up my friends (though I never had any), my planet (though Frieze destroyed it when I was a child), and my family (what family? My father only showed compassion once....and that was when he was trying to free me from Freiza's clutches) to become stronger. Does this make me cold? I do not know......but I have a guess. Now....now, I'm not so sure what my answer would be. Would I be willing to give up my mate, Bulma, to become stronger? My son, the heir of a dead planet?
I growl, this is too much! Why am I thinking such thoughts? I slam my hand against the gravity chamber's wall. Why is this happening to me? I'm starting to feel things I never thought I'd feel. And I know that reason why.......Kakarot. He's the reason why I feel these things now. He's the reason why I don't know how I'll answer the one question that's always plagued me: What would I be willing to sacrifice to become stronger?
Damn him!! Damn him and his kindness! The friendship he's always extended out to be, offered so easily! Why did he have to go and change me? I was happy the way I was!! I was happy thinking that I could.....and would.....sacrifice anything to become stronger. But now....that's not the case. Now.......everything is different. And all because of one Saiyan who claims to be a human man.
I slump against the wall, holding my pounding head in my hands. Damn these annoying questions.......the worries and concerns of what I'd be willing to sacrifice. And then, sitting there in the red tinted light......the answer comes to me. Nothing. I'd be willing to sacrifice nothing to be become stronger.
I wouldn't even be willing to sacrifice Kakarot, that baka. However much I want to try and deny it.......he's my friend. The only friend I've ever had. And I wouldn't sacrifice him, not for anything in the whole universe. Not even for the promise of becoming stronger. I snarl, hating this internal admission.
It's not true!! I think to myself. I WOULD be willing to sacrifice that baka, for even the smallest promise of becoming stronger!! Who cares about friendship? I don't! I never have, and I never will! Friendship is nothing and it means nothing to me!!
Too bad I know that I'm lying to myself.
And.....too bad that the final revelation......that I wouldn't be willing to sacrifice Kakarot, my family....hell, even this whole damn planet, which has become my home.......this revelation came too late. For Kakarot is dead. Gone.......forever. And......I never did dance on his grave. After all, how could I do that to a friend?