A/N:
A simple writing exercise, nothing more, nothing less. Expect random updates to this story.
Enjoy, and criticize however you folks see fit.
They Await.
All I see is darkness. Perhaps, that is all I deserve.
I am on my knees, restrained by chains over my arms and shins, restrained by a perpetual weakness that prevents me from struggling, even.
I once asked myself, is this hell?
I can hear the growls, and sometimes, the roars of creatures in the distance, a distance I am not allowed to see. They hope to strike fear into my heart, but I have grown numb to all that could make me afraid, long before even dying.
Yes, that is what I would like to say. The truth is, fear is an emotion that I am familiar with, too familiar. While there is little that can truly frighten me, it is not because I am particularly brave.
No, that is not the kind of Saiyan I am.
The reason I am not afraid right now is a simple one. Back when I still drew breath to live and not out of habit, I was exposed to the worst kind of fear, numerous terrible times.
Such fear was instilled by the very thing I once called a son.
It is over now, or at least, I wish to believe it is. If this is Hell, or Purgatory, I do not mind. There is nothing that can hurt me here, and I am content with hearing the atrocious threats directed at me by things I cannot even see, to hear their constant rage and roars. As long as they keep their distance, I am happy.
Besides, those demons are nothing in comparison to the one that was my offspring.
A true freak, indeed. Even now, my heart, once swollen with pride when I called him the Legendary Super Saiyan, deflates in dread whenever I reminisce of him, of all the things that happened when I was alive.
I do not believe my heart will ever be free of the terror that his madness induced.
Still, sometimes, I cannot help but look back at it all, and wonder if it could have been different.
Because, in hindsight, Broly was not the only architect that worked on his descent to insanity.
I too, took part in it, while my own sanity was slowly blasted away.
I might be naked, restrained, and blind, but the same way I have not forgotten my son, I have not forgotten my name.
My name is Paragus, and if you stay a bit longer with me, perhaps you will come to understand why is it that my life crumbled down as painfully and frighteningly as it did.
Well, my life, and my son's, who should be on his way here.
I said nothing could hurt me here, right? I want to laugh at the unintentional lie that could end up turning into.
No matter.
If you have chosen to stay, it is because you hope to hear him too, do you not?
Do not worry.
We will both hear him soon.