Prolong
Life is highly ironic and I will tell you why. My whole life there was two objectives I always wanted and craved. One of them was to conquer, destroy, and shape the world in my image. To have men and women cower before my greatness, for them to tremble when they hear my name, and to make them bow under my power. The other objective was obtaining everlasting life, to become immortal by any means necessary.
My way of life was war, and destruction. I was born as a prince of my people, to one day become king and expand my kingdom. That life was taken away from me when I was just a child. I was turned into a warrior slave to do my masters bidding. I served him and killed whoever he wished, but in the back of my mind I was plotting his demise, to over throw him and take over his lands for my own to do as I pleased. I was a cold, calculating, and silent killer he taught me all to well. For one night I succeeded in my plans I killed him in his sleep, everything went exactly as I knew it would. That morning in the war council chambers I walked in head held high and sat upon his chair. I threw that monsters head on the table. The look on the faces of his great generals was priceless. It sealed my status as ruler and master.
I continued across the lands destroying everything in my path, only keeping a quarter of the population, so they know of the horror and devastation me and my legions of men brought upon them, so they my never rise against me. I ruled with an iron fist believing that I was a god.
Then a certain event in my life happened. It changed me, he changed me, he changed everything I believed. My whole ideal was stripped away from me, realizing everything I knew and strived for was nothing but lies. An abyssal pit, that was full of lies. Then he defeated me and did something unheard of, he showed me mercy. He showed me a new way of life. I became someone new.
Of course it took years and there were many bumps in the road, much confusion, and denial but there I was something new, a different outlook and appreciation on life. He was that major factor that done so. He always helped me along teaching me things I never would have known. His name is Kakarot.
The reason why I say life is ironic is after all those years of living in peace, happiness, love, and having everything anyone in that lifestyle would want, life has a way to be cruel because here I stand now in a castle far above the southern mountains forcibly ruling by a tyrant, and I am immortal. Why am I here? Why did it happen? Well I am going to tell you because this is my story I feel very inclined to allow this scholar servant to write it. Just say out of boredom of a broken heart.
My name is Vegeta, I was known as the great destroyer prince, and now I'm known as the lover of a tyrant. This is my story.