Thoughts of Chibi Vegeta
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything even close to it, I just like to play around with the characters. I'm just a teenager, what do you think? ******************************************************************** I stared into my pillow, regretting the events of the day. I was huddled up under a few blankets, resting now that I was done with the day's training. I was trying to remember if anything good happened in my life. "They're all gone," Nappa had told me.
I did not say anything about it, I did not shed a tear. No. Instead I simply sulked that I couldn't occupy another planet.
My mind, my path of thought, has changed forever. I am no longer capable of expressing my fears or emotions. I use the pride of my heritage as a mask, as a way to flee from the harsh reality of my past, present, and future. I only think about my actions or regret alone. Tears never leave my eyes. I will always shield myself with my hard, granite exterior. I appear to have no heart, no emotion.
Yet I do. I care for others. But those who I have ever really come close to have been killed. I soon learned this when I was taken away into the hands of Frieza. Even as a young child I had to kill and destroy.
I shifted my position and vowed to destroy that monster. He broke his promise. He destroyed my planet and my race. My mother, my father- they were all gone. I stood up and started training. I would become the first Super Saiyan in years. Nothing would stop my dreams of complete annihilation of those who opposed me, those that had stripped me of my pride. Frieza would pay.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything even close to it, I just like to play around with the characters. I'm just a teenager, what do you think? ******************************************************************** I stared into my pillow, regretting the events of the day. I was huddled up under a few blankets, resting now that I was done with the day's training. I was trying to remember if anything good happened in my life. "They're all gone," Nappa had told me.
I did not say anything about it, I did not shed a tear. No. Instead I simply sulked that I couldn't occupy another planet.
My mind, my path of thought, has changed forever. I am no longer capable of expressing my fears or emotions. I use the pride of my heritage as a mask, as a way to flee from the harsh reality of my past, present, and future. I only think about my actions or regret alone. Tears never leave my eyes. I will always shield myself with my hard, granite exterior. I appear to have no heart, no emotion.
Yet I do. I care for others. But those who I have ever really come close to have been killed. I soon learned this when I was taken away into the hands of Frieza. Even as a young child I had to kill and destroy.
I shifted my position and vowed to destroy that monster. He broke his promise. He destroyed my planet and my race. My mother, my father- they were all gone. I stood up and started training. I would become the first Super Saiyan in years. Nothing would stop my dreams of complete annihilation of those who opposed me, those that had stripped me of my pride. Frieza would pay.