New Year's Resolutions from Dragon Ball Universe!
- a Dragon Ball Z Collection -
Resolution Eleven: Frieza
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I am so furious about almost everything in my existence right now that the only new year's resolution I want to make is to destroy everyone and everything I hate!
My brother is responsible for much of my pain. He refused to enable me and our father to learn the astounding technique that enables him to transform beyond what I had always thought was our glorious true form. I even tried to force him to teach me through threatening to have Ginyu switch bodies with him if he maintained his staunch refusal, but in response, Cooler managed to bribe Ginyu into betraying me, foiling my cunning plan!
Honestly, I don't see what is so special about this Dance Dance Revolution game, or whatever it's called, but Ginyu naturally loved the damn thing because of his petulant obsession with poses!
In order for Cooler to have even gotten the item, he must have had help from Cell! That bastard keeps on telling me he's my ally, but he has betrayed me for his own amusement yet again! One would think he would be grateful that so much of his existence is resultant from me, but of course, he shows no gratitude. That self-centered narcissist probably thinks he's so superior to me that he doesn't have to show me any real respect at all, … I can see why he and my brother have become allies.
And then, quite recently, I suffered the pain of pure humiliation yet again!
Unbeknownst to me, those accursed Saiyans Nappa and Raditz somehow managed to become Super Saiyans! How could the universe tolerate so many mutant monkeys? It was bad enough when Goku was the only one, but now, the universe is mocking me even further!
Goku was a freak I had never known before our confrontation on Planet Namek, and I would have killed him decades ago if I had known he would rise to challenge my privilege to oppress billions according to my will and desires. I would have killed Vegeta decades before I actually did on Planet Namek had I known that his Super Saiyan son would one day be the one to kill me!
I had thought that there could be no greater humiliation than dying by the sword of Vegeta's son, whom I only found out was such after Cell told me this was so. I had taken great joy in decimating Vegeta's pride, and his own son's success in avenging him and the entire Saiyan race by finally killing me is a sordid truth that will perturb me forever.
But after death, down in Hell, I never thought I would have to see another Super Saiyan again.
Had Cooler taught me how to reach the Super form, maybe I would not have lost to Nappa and Raditz.
There can be no greater humiliation than losing in battle to Super Saiyan warriors whom even Dodoria would have once been able to consider inferior. They defeated me, and then said they would return one day to prove their strength against Cooler and my father.
But if I had the Super form, oh, if I had that superior weapon in my arsenal, I am confident I would not have been so humiliated!
What did I ever do to deserve all of this?
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