Do you see me? Is this all I'm reduced to?
A legacy that was supposed to be bestowed upon me was stolen right without much discrete.
Why do they all come for him? My own son sought this fool. I should claim my oppressor's defeat.
With no faith in my ability, he's regarded as the greatest warrior by everyone; they have yet a clue.

I should've been the one acknowledged. How was I so easily outdone, when he has just made his debut?
I, the pride and glory of the Saiyans- a noble prince- reduced lower than a commoner amongst Frieza's former elite.
My shortcomings are so blatant! With no reverence to our fighting prowess, he won't have my throne seat.
This clown is the face of our race. With that blasted, humbling and smug smile, he's achieve that of a few.

How is this possible?
How did I get left behind in the game?
Destined to be on top but never reached beyond.

To be destined on the very top: 'tis but a blasted title to this saiyan docible!
Kakkarot made a mockery of me and unknowingly spit on my grave; left me with shame.
Yet his light, leaves me with no choice: this challenge… I shall not abscond.