I was watching the DBZ episode where Vegeta blows himself up to take out
Buu, and I thought of this poem. Hope you like. Read and Review please!

His enemy before him
An angel stands alone
Wreathed in flames of gold
His eyes are bright and fierce
He is ready to battle
His enemy before him
His eyes are turned inward
Towards his heart
That was once of ice
Towards his baby boy
Where did the time go?
No longer a baby
But half a man
Still his child
An angel stands alone
Wreathed in flames of gold
A prince of a fallen race
The father of a soldier
Husband of a harpy
An angel born from the spirit of hell
One last chance
For redemption
For them
A chance to wash
His bloody hands
A chance to cleanse
His dirty soul
An angel stands alone
Wreathed in flames of gold
His enemy stands before him
He releases his rage
His power, his light
His first step
To redemption
Even at his end
His stands tall
Pride gleaming in his eyes
No fear
Not in the eyes of a prince
An angel stands alone
Wreathed in flames of gold
Brilliance flashes
The demon is dispersed
The cost is high
As the brilliance fades
A father is gone
A husband is gone
A prince is gone
An angel stands alone
Wreathed in flames of gold

Hope you liked it, R&R please!
Dedicated to Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyajins.
(a race of 5 people!)
stubborn, arrogant, prideful ass that he is, we still love him anyway.