Dear Diary,
So this is where he's been writing, eh? Well, I guess it's only fair for me to finish it off for him. Sweet of him to write that last entry for his family. Too bad he was too weak to defeat me. Ha. Weakling. Why did he even bother to fight? He must've known that I'd win sooner or later. He can't kill me. Not without killing himself. You can't kill the person you were born to be. The person inside you. He never would've even existed if it wasn't for that damn accident.
Well, it doesn't matter now anyway. I won. He's gone. I've finally gotten my life back - the life that he stole. And there's no way in Hell I'm giving it up.
But that's enough with the writing. I need to get rid of those false kids he created. Destroy the planet I would've destroyed if he hadn't gotten in the way.
Ciao for now.
Kakarotto