Obsession

Cold. Emotionless. The perfect warrior. Heart of ice. The best. Prince. Leader.

Slave.

All of those, they are me and I them. My emotions were drained from me so

long ago; it is weird now, when they are returning. I was the perfect warrior,

unable to feel anything. No guilt, no pain, emotionless. But, that meant no

love. No sun in a space filled with only black and the specks of wishes. Oh,

they were so bright, my wishes. How they have dulled since the death of Frieza,

it is remarkable.

Why was I the one? I know why. I am and was the crown prince. Never the king,

just the prince. Why do I now adopt the title king? It's not like I haven't been

unworthy of it. I have strived for perfection all my life. It's an obsession.

But I do not care, for this is something I will achieve. Even if it takes me

until the day I die, I will have reached perfection, surpassing the fool

Kakarot.

Torture. Dark. Shadows. Death. Torment. Hope. Shattered. Fragile. Me.

Me. The tortured one who's cries went unheard. The one that was forced to flee

to the shadows so dark. I am the bringer of death. My name was the same as a

death sentence and all fled from me. Shattered hopes, a shattered me. Sacrifices

of it all. No chance for a better life. No chance to rise above the abyss I was

in.

Time. Racing. Stronger. Obsession. Him. Her. Them. Broken.

The time is racing, as my obsession grows stronger. I will be stronger than him.

I will not let her change me. I will not watch as he ruins them. I will not let

him harm the one who has shown these new things. The kindness. The pleasure. The

good. They are broken as is her heart and my soul.

Peace. Love. Change. Growth. Her. Life.

She showed me the peace. That someone as I could love. That I could change. She

took the chance with me. I repaid with the only thing I could offer her. My

unrequited love. It was something she gave me. And I gave it back but kept it as

well.

She grew. I grew. Her physically. Me spiritually and mentally. She showed me the

light. She showed me what it meant to live.

Loud. Busy. Battle. Death. Boy. Time.

Time slipped by all to fast and the boy came. It was loud. It was busy. The

battle. The death of Kakarot. Time just racing past us. Her and me. Caught up in

our own world, hidden from the eyes of others. Except the boy. But he was our

blood. So, it didn't matter if he knew.

Training. Growth. Son. Life. Battle. Denial.

Training became my life as I went spiraling into a denial. He couldn't be dead.

He couldn't. Someone like him wouldn't die that way. It was impossible.

The boy grew. The other boy grew. And so did the little man. Life became a

constant battle between her and me. She said she wished she had stayed with him.

I said I wished her dead. She didn't care. She even packed her bags. And I did

what I had never willingly done before. I begged. I told her not to go. She was

my light.

Evil. Sorrow. Slave. Death. Rebirth. Loss. Her. Him.

I let myself be a slave again. Why I question? I wanted to be the perfect

warrior. My obsession had died over the years only to be reborn now. I could not

grasp why I was good. Why I was alive. The sun seemed to far away. It was cold.

Oh, so cold it burned. I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't mean to that. What I

didn't mean to do, I have no idea. I have no idea why I am seeing any of this.

What is that voice I hear? It sounds like Nappa, but I killed the fool so many

years ago. Long before the light accepted me.

Love. Peace. Acceptance. Child. Growth. Strength.

Oh how I was accepted again. But never again fully by any but her. They didn't trust me. At least, that's what I thought. A time of peace. Peace. The word was still new to me after all those years of pain. A child born. Or actually, two were. THe boy and the other boy grew. I gained strength. We all did. Peace. That summed up those years. They were a time of peace, love, and happiness.

Dark. Hate. Controlled. Slave. Fear. Pain. Battle.

Darkness loomed over us. An old enemy of my people full of hate. A puppet to him. I was a puppet again. A slave at his willing as he controlled my body. Fear raced through everyone as they were all controlled. All but a few. A battle between him and me. Internally and Externally. Kakarot and Bebi on the outside. Myself and the parasite on the inside. It was true. I was a slave again.

Monsters. Foes from before. Victory. Pain.

Monsters rained on the earth as they were released from HFIL. Defeated enemies from before showed up. Nappa, oh that cocky bastard, he dared to show his face around me. I defeated him without a thought. I wasn't evil anymore. At least, that's what I wanted to believe. We were victorious as I knew we would. But, not without dealing pain to the cyborg. She had to help the fool Kakarot murder her own twin brother.

Obsession. Strength. Her. Me. Him. Quest. Away. Death.

My obsession for strength revived itself after that. She helped me become what I wanted. I wanted the next level and she helped me. If not for her, I would have been weak. He. He went away on a trip. A quest of sorts after the battles with the dragon. Away. My first, dare I say, friend. And then, peace. And finally, what I had waited for my whole life. I joined the stars, brighter than ever, and became one with the light.

A sturdy man, named Nappa, stood over his prince, waking him up. Finally, the

ten-year-old's eyes snap open. Wide in shock, they soon regain their normal

nothing. Getting up, the young prince shivers as a thought courses through him.

My dream. No, he corrected himself, my future.

A/N: I don't know why, but I had the urge to write this at eleven thirty and

finished it at quarter past midnight. I hope you enjoyed and that it wasn't too

hard to follow. Also, does anyone want to join my C2 community? I'm looking for

a small staff of about three to join me. If you think this is something you

would want to do, tell me in your review.

PS. Some was added the next morning. 10 AM to 10:20 to be exact.

Start date: 11-24-04

End date: 11-25-04

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fic.