Passionate Hatred
Vegeta to Kakarotto after the Cell Games
I can't believe that you're really gone, Kakarotto.
No, I simply cannot.
What is left for me now?
What?
I wanted to devour you,
completely overpower you,
completely dominate you with the passionate hatred I feel for you.
If I didn't know better,
it would almost seem erotic,
sexual,
exotic ,
to want to consume you this way.
I wanted to prove myself to you.
And even if no one else ever knew,
I would know.
And you would know.
And the release I would feel
from completely besting you
would be exquisitely satisfying to me.
How dare you wind up dieing so soon?
Yes, Kakarotto, yes,
to feel your ironclad strength against mine,
to bend you,
perhaps even break you,
to force you,
to make you yield completely to me.
I wanted you to be under my control.
I wanted to feel your body spent
from the exertion
of trying to free yourself from my unyielding grasp.
But you're gone now.
And when you left to die
and all the others began to cry,
I pushed my sorrow deep inside
to feed my passionate hatred.
Of you,
Kakarotto.
To feed my passion.
For you,
Kakarotto.