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…
