It’s all over. I am going to die.
I’ve used every last bit of energy I had for nothing. I am not
a super Saiyan, and now it looks like I never will be. It’s not fair!
And what will become of me now? I’ve never really had time to give
death much thought. I mean I have, but I still have no clue what
will happen when I die. Will I go to Anaksu-nan, the land of the
dead? Or is their no such place? Or will I merely wander as a pale
shade, a dim echo of my former self?
It looks like I’m about to find out.
And what do I have to leave behind?
Nothing. No one. Will anyone remember me? Will anyone
care if I’ve died?
HA! Everyone will be happy when I am gone. But I don’t
want to make anyone happy and God damn it, I don’t want to die! But
Frieza is coming; there is nothing I can do…
It is almost over now, of that I am sure. I’ve actually have had
worse beatings, but my ribs are shattered and my spine is next to go.
Frieza’s fist pounds relentlessly into my back. Breathing is difficult
with all the blood in my lungs, but those things happen I guess.
And now I think of all the regrets which I thought I’d never have when
I was about to die.
Of course I am intensely bitter that it is Frieza who is beating me.
I had dreamed of beating him to death since the first time I had the displeasure
of meeting it. I briefly dwell on the time I spent under his rule.
After my baka father gave me away.
And yes, I am still bitter about that too. I always tried
to do what my father wanted, but it was never good enough. But it
doesn’t matter now. The only reason I was born was because I had
the highest ki of all the King’s potential offspring. And it was
his duty as the King to produce a male heir.
Why am I thinking about this now? At least I am so numb I can
ignore the pain for a few moments. But I’m about to die, and I’m
starting to feel what… Relief?
I guess the fact that Frieza’s tail around my neck cutting off my air
supply is making me light headed. I thought I didn’t want to die.
I feel a breeze and then smash into the face of a cliff. It hurts,
but at least I can lay down now.
And then I hear the voice of a traitor. The last of my kind beside
myself; and soon he really will be the last one. Pitiful. But
none the less, part of me is overjoyed to see him. I sense his power
at last and am more than surprised. At last a coherent thought enters
my head as I realize that he may be the super Saiyan and not I.
More bitterness of course. What a life. But I still want
it regardless. The thought gives me enough strength to sit up halfway,
mock Frieza and seal my fate. The fact that I laugh, a weak rasping
sound it is, but laughter directed at Frieza no less. I guess maybe
I really do want to die.
Intense pain. I’m such a baka! As colors fade around me
I wish I hadn’t opened my big mouth, but I really couldn’t help myself..
I feel tears run down my face and am utterly disgusted, but I like to think
I am crying over my own stupidity. I relate to my last subject the
reasons for my actions. I don’t know why really, I’ve never had to
explain my actions to anyone below me. But I do anyway. He
is a brain-damaged fool but I hope he will understand that I didn’t have
to be this way. I think he will. Blood is choking me, I wearily
cough it out. My lungs struggle for air as blood fills them, my heart
is pounding in my ears as numbness creeps up my legs.
I should have known it would end this way. Frieza destroyed my
planet, my race. I have failed and I die for it.
I beg Kakarotto to kill him and avenge all of us. I couldn’t do it
myself, but I am too tired to be angry about it now. I close my eyes
at last.