Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Confession ❯ Chapter 3

That smile. Even in battle, that fucking grin is still there! And I beat the shit out of him for that. I don't think he's dead yet. But I can wait. That'll ensure I have plenty of play-time with Kakkarot. Plenty of time.

My energy… I can't control it! It's… it's overflowing, I can't contain it! I scream and feel my body being lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the Super Saiyan energy trying to rip my body apart. Not yet! NOT YET!

I release the energy; give it an outlet and let it destroy my surroundings. That will sate it for while at least.

I relax slightly and search out for anyone else to destroy. I smell something, and turn to face it. There. On the devastated roof of one of father's faux buildings. There you are, Kakkarot. I grin and chuckle amusedly. How I missed you for that short time, Kakkarot. How I will make you squirm in agony once you awaken and find all those that you had dared to care for dead…

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How convenient for you Kakkarot. Another one of your friends has shown up, saving your beloved son from death. From me. I am death.

Freak? Is that what he called me? Ha. I know better than that. The Legendary is never a freak. The Legendary is an all-powerful Saiyan who cannot be defeated no matter what. Who can take what they wish and kill whom they want. Because they have the power. Because they are gods. I am a god!

But perhaps… I am a demon instead…

Oh, wonderful… I'm laughing again. Gods, past Legendaries, I'm laughing again, and one day I will not be able to stop! I don't understand!

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And now I know. I am a demon. And with that knowledge… with that fact securely in my mind, I have become unstoppable. Not that I wasn't before… but still. Even with that damned comet approaching, I cannot be held back from having my fun with these worms. I cannot be killed. The Legendary is never killed!

Kakkarot is telling me to "Take it easy". I do not understand the way he says that. Take it easy? What does that mean? I have never heard these words before, but I sense that he is asking me to restrain myself. Oh? And be one of the weak? Be one of those whom I saw fall before my father when I was still young?

I won't become weak and die like them! I won't! I won't let you become like my fool of a father, and try to hinder me, whether it be via mind control or some other means, I WON'T LET YOU!

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Oh… oh… my prince, did you have to butt in like that? I really didn't want to play with you as roughly as the others, you are after all royalty, and while I am stronger, I do try to respect the wishes of my superiors. At least for awhile anyway.

But, if you insist on playing as well, I'll kill you. Because that's the kind of game we're playing here, and I have no doubt that you realize this.

"I will not let you die so easily…"

And that's true. You wish to play, Prince Vegeta? Then I will force you to play the same game as Kakkarot. The one who dies loses.

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Ah, that felt so good… perhaps I have lost my respect for everyone. I am after all the Legendary. Why should I respect the weak? I shouldn't. And I won't. Hm. Farewell, prince. I have more interesting spirits to crush today.

I land just as my father is preparing to escape.

"Where are you going?" I say. He looks terrified, and I can smell the terror, even from outside of the sealed pod. A one-seat pod, I might add.

"I-I was preparing to get off this planet with you!" he stutters helplessly. Helpless. He has become weak, hasn't he? Oh father…

"In a single-seat pod?" I question. He does not answer, and I grip the sides of the pod and lift it. I begin crushing it, with my father trapped inside. He is moaning about something… I do not care what it is. And then I hurl it into the comet.

I smile. It is ironic, isn't it? You trained me all my life to obey you and become your muscles, and you planned to have that comet destroy Prince Vegeta and myself… and look what happens?

I have disobeyed and killed you, then threw your mangled corpse into that very same comet. Yet…

"Did you think it would be something as pathetic as an explosion of a planet that would kill me?" I ask the air. You really were a fool, father. A fool for trying to control me, an even bigger fool for using those mind-controlling devices on me, and a complete moron for thinking that I, the Legendary, could die at all.

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I'm finally having fun. For once, I'm doing what I wish to do, and not what my father has planned for me. And I feel so good. It feels so good. I'm beating that damned smile of Kakkarot's off of his face, and I love every second of it.

I begin to grow tired of it when you look up at me through your bangs with that sorrowful look in your eyes. Like you pitied me. Well then, I'll just have to kill you now.

But then…

Then suddenly, miraculously, you stop my final blow with your hand. Your own power surges around you, blazing brightly.

What is going on?

What is this strange Saiyan, that could stop my final punch after being beaten, and still have power left over?

But that doesn't matter! I am still the Legendary! No one will beat me, never! No matter how much power you've absorbed from those others, you will not win against a Legendary! It's impossible!

But…

From what I've heard…

You seem to be a master of accomplishing the impossible, Kakkarot.

So, as your fist penetrates my gut, I can see very clearly now. My power flees from me, abandoning me. I cannot compare.

And suddenly, I remember your crying again. I cried with you, but you don't remember that, do you? You were upset at being left all alone, and you scared me. Could I sense it, even then? Could I sense that one day, you would be my downfall, is that why I was crying? No matter. I cried. Because of you, the Legendary cried. Yet another item to add to your list of amazing feats, Kakkarot.

My power flees out of the pores of my body, ripping it apart, exploding it. And all I can think about is…