I winced slightly as memories flooded my mind in wave after wave. I was staring down at Trunks. The last saiyajin alive…wasn't that my goal? My revenge was bitter-sweet in the end. I got what I wanted; I got to kill off the saiyajin race…but a certain emptiness hung in what was left of my soul. My hand strayed to the rusty once-gold necklace around my neck. More memories, those of my mother, always of my mother…It was a plague, this vow I made. I thought it would go after I got revenge…I put my foot on Trunks' chest and stepped lightly down. His breath rattled in his throat. But my foot pressed no harder. I've killed hundreds, what's holding me back from killing this one? My mind filled with hatred, consuming, and unstoppable hatred for the saiyajin race-for my race…I have to kill him…The other's deaths were enjoyable, they died at my feet and I loved it. Or not love, I haven't had emotions for a long time. No soul you see. Or what's left of it is so shredded it's barely anything. But this one…why couldn't I kill this one? What is so different about him, from all the rest? I then realized I was no longer standing on him, and his breathing had returned to normal. Anger fueled me again and I picked him up by his neck, prepared to crush it. So vulnerable…so weak…Anger pushed me on. But…but-what? There was nothing holding me back. Enraged by the fact that I couldn't kill him, I threw him against one of the stone pillars I had hastily constructed. Bodies and ashes littered the ground around him. My work, I thought ruefully. A large ki blast appeared in my hand. I aimed the swirling black ball of energy at Trunks and fired it. The pillar crumbled to pieces, the ground behind it stripped away to nothing. Yet…yet…there in the middle, unharmed, was Trunks. Had I missed him on purpose? No! No I want to kill him! I must kill him! "I will kill you boy…" Not realizing I spoke out loud, I strode over to him and put a hand not a foot from his head. I sneered, I won't miss this time. Another black swirling ki blast fire out from my hand and enveloped the ground, spraying it up. I was only mildly surprised to realize that I had Trunks clutched in one of my arms, the ground totally obliterated where he was lying. I dropped him like a hot wire and shouted, "WHY CAN'T I KILL YOU!?" The wind was the only answer I received. One last try. I yanked out one of my dark-scythes and thrust it into Trunks' abdomen. I strained against the sword, tried to push it in…but it wouldn't. It, or I, had stopped not one centimeter from him, but no further. I re-sheathed my blade as my mind raced furiously. How can I kill him? Why can't I kill him? Do I want to kill him? Then all at once, it came to me. My sneer broadened and I turned harsh red eyes to gleam down at Trunks…