Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Damaged ❯ Memories ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A.N: Okay kiddies, we all know how this works. I have no idea where this came from, so bear with me please. The story is told from Vegeta's POV

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I really, really wish I did.

I fell for the last time

Down into the abyss

And they will never find me

And I'll never again return to this place

Why do our minds store memories?

It seems as if they don't even have to be very good ones. In fact, bad memories are usually the ones we keep the longest while the good ones slowly fade away.

Most of my good memories have already bled away their color, leaving only black and white copies of the originals. These cheap copies are all I have left of my planet, my father, and my people. And that is usually why it is such a travesty that I remember everything of Frieza. I remember his scent, every movement he made, and every word he spoke to me.

I wish I could forget, but…….

I know that as long as I draw breath, I will never forget.