The Forgotten One
It sucks to be the youngest.
No matter what situation you're in, or what background you come from, you are always invisible. Man, I get it.
But just imagine this for a second.
Your father is known as the strongest warrior in the universe.
Your brother matches, if not surpasses him.
And then there's you.
Everyone talks about the time my dad defeated the tyrant Frieza, the one who destroyed the Saiyans, by turning Super Saiyan for the very first time. They say how great he is, and how he keeps on getting stronger and stronger, seemingly without a limit.
Everyone talks about the time my brother defeated Cell, the perfect warrior, by using his love and fervor to conquer the beast and save the world. They say how great he is, and how he shaped his future, along with the rest of ours.
And then there's me.
No one talks about the time Trunks and I nearly beat Majin Buu, the biggest, baddest guy anyone's ever faced. I was only seven, and he was only eight.
No one talks about my accomplishments, but then I guess, none of them really matter besides that one, and it wasn't even all mine.
I haven't ever saved the world by myself, or reached an unknown state of amazing power. I haven't trained to my wits end, smashing down every obstacle in my path. Heck, I don't even like fighting all that much.
I like being a normal guy, chasing after girls, going to school, hanging with my friends. I get decent grades, but nothing like my brother's. He aced every test in high school, every time. Mom likes to bring that one up at the dinner table when I bring home a B. It's really not fair. She never made me study as much as Gohan, how can I compare?
How can I compare?
Really, how can I?
I'm just the forgotten one.
