Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares of You ❯ Frieza ( Chapter 2 )

Nightmares of You - Frieza

By: Kichi

 

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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. 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.