Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z or Linkin Park… but if I did, who knows what I would do with them. ^-^ Linkin Park rocks! (Their lyrics are in italics)

He wanted me to be the best.

But I wanted my own path in life.

Couldn't he understand?

All the battles…

All the pain… the hurt.

Did that mean nothing to him?

He made me what I am…

The who I call my father.

Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending

Controlling, I can't seem

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that is just too much pressure to take)

I've felt this way before

So insecure

All he seemed to care about was power and strength.

The endless hours of training.

The beatings I took…

Just for him… my father.

Forcing me.

Pressuring me.

Pushing me to the brink of insanity to be the best…

All because he couldn't…

Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Couldn't he see I was scared?

Scared of the new challenges that awaited me?

"No", he would say. "Warriors don't know fear."

"They don't know emotions."

They don't know emotions…

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me

Distracting, reacting

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection

It's haunting how I can't seem

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that is just too much pressure to take)

I've felt this way before

So insecure…

Even now my heart gets ripped out when I think back to what he said.

How can warriors not have a heart?

What is their goal in life?

To cause pain and agony in the world?

Suffering, blood, tears, screaming…

I don't know what to do…

Why can't I just cry for once in my life?

"They don't show emotions…"

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing… confusing what is real

(There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming)

Confusing what is real

(This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending, controlling)

Confusing what is real…

Thanks a lot father…

Thank you for reading^-^ I know I'm acting happy after a sad fic, but I would be very happy if you could review! Arigato ^-^