"His mother and I...
We were friends, if you know what I mean.
I missed her when she died, more than I thought I would. But life goes on...
But I still couldn't stand to look at him without getting angry.
You see..."
And he was five years old when I first took him in,
And every time I looked at him,
He reminded me of the things I never said,
And just for that,
I beat him once again.
And as I stood at beat him,
He looked so weak and beaten,
I smirked to see him squirm on the floor,
All of those beatings,
Take it from me he needed them,
If he was gonna be of any use to me at all.
But after I punched him up,
He went and looked right up,
Turned his head and stared back up at me,
With those eyes his mother gave him,
And it made me so angry to see them,
So I beat him once again.
Before I got his planet,
He used to smile quite a bit,
When he thought I wasn't around.
But I always saw him,
Joking with the others,
And the sight of it deepened my frown.
I hated it when he laughed,
The same way she'd done,
And I hated seeing him happy,
Because his smile, it tortured me,
It was the same old smile she'd given me,
So I'd beat him once again.
Oh, why'd he look so like her?
That child was a reminder,
Of his mother and the things I never said.
Didn't he have a father?
Couldn't look like Vegeta?
Why'd he have to torture me like this?
When I blew up his planet, just as
I'd expected,
His smile faded to a frown.
But I still wasn't satisfied,
I remember how she'd cried,
With the same look he had on him right now.
So I beat him to the ground.
His sad eyes slowly faded,
To dark eyes of hatred,
The one thing I'd never seen on her.
I started to calm down,
Finally I could chill out,
Because he didn't remind me of her now.
The years started to pass,
And he acted less like her,
No longer he did the thing I'd seen her do,
But as he was dying,
The tears started pouring,
And I got that awful déjà vu.
I remember how she'd cried,
The sadness in her eyes,
And how she'd opened only to me,
And now he was doing it,
Just like his mother did,
And once again he was setting that anger free,
As he once again reminded me,
Of the things that I should've done and said,
And because of that,
If I was given the chance,
I'd kill him once again.