A/N: a poem/fic in Vegeta's point of view after a few months spent on earth after the Frieza saga.
Thankyou: To say thanks for the lovely rview I received from Chibi Vegeta Face! Another poem I think you might like!
Disclaimer: (This goes for all my other fics too) I don't own DBZ, so sue me...
Often my motive shave been queried
People questioning my reason
Wanting to know the truth behind my actions
They say that it is wrong
That I am wrong
Passing judgement,
When they do not know the half of it
How can they know?
I met them but a couple of months ago
All that time accounts for nothing to me
I used to be respected
That is all gone now
They laugh in my face
I used to be feared
Now they brush past me as if I am not even there
Do not give me a second glance
Though there I one thing they cannot strip me of
The same thing that has kept me going through all the pain and sorrow
Moreover, I will be dammed if they ever manage to take that away
I may not have friends
I may not have respect
I am not even the strongest any more
However, there is one thing that I as a Prince will always have,
That is my pride
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