Disclaimer: All characters belong to Akira Toriyama.
Summary: Vegeta finds another way to release his anger: in a poem about Frieza.
Author's Note: Trunks is one brave kid. I convinced him to sneak into his Dad's office and steal this very personal poem, and all it took to bribe him was a love interest in my next story. Sure, I was gonna do it anyway, but he doesn't know that. Anyway, Vegeta's not the type to share personal stuff, so if I turn up missing, you know who to blame.
Ice-Cold Irony
Snatched from a father's iron grip
A king watched in silence
As his young son became a weapon
Molded into the perfect killing machine
Nothing more than tool for Frieza
I would defend his name & honor
I would die for the mighty Frieza
Father taught me to always be the best
I knew only Frieza could make me that
So I was entrusted to his merciless hands
In order to fulfill a prince's destiny
I would not fail my father's wishes
I would do anything to be the best
It was the only thing that mattered
He promised me the universe
Anything my warrior's heart desired
If I would obey his will above all others
I had no choice but to submit myself
I became Frieza's right hand man
His number one son, and best sentry
I was his puppet, a living joke
Through the beatings, insults, and hardships
I did indeed become stronger, in mind & body
And though I can try to push them behind me
The scars from his ice-cold hands remain
Forever marking me, making me his slave
Bringing shame upon myself, my name, my race
I can still see my father turning away in disgust
Then Frieza delivered the ultimate blow
With his little finger, I was often told
He took away everything I ever had
Destroyed my home, my family, my race
All I had left was a burning desire
Fueled by hatred for the one who made me
I can defeat Kakarott ten times over
Destroy thousands of Gero's androids
Crush Earth's best fighters under my boot
But those beady, hateful eyes of his
Always watching, his cruel mouth
Always laughing, his ice-cold fingers
Digging into my skin, leaving rivers of red
I can't count the times I've woken up
Screaming in horror to the heavens
Drenched in my own blood, sweat, and tears
Trying to understand how he could reach so far
Realization slowly comes to me now, though
It is my own calloused hands that claw at my skin
While I sleep, caught in my own fearsome dreams
But Frieza no longer needs to reach me
In order to torture me eternally
I didn't know that while he shaped me
He made me in his own merciless image
I have become what I fear the most
I am what I have hated for all these years
I am all that remains of Frieza's legacy
Even if I do someday become the best
Rest is something I will never know
My tormented mind & body will never be at peace
Because it has taken me decades to come this far
And only now am I seeing the honest truth
For the mighty Vegeta's greatest challenge
Will be defeating the demon he has become.
Summary: Vegeta finds another way to release his anger: in a poem about Frieza.
Author's Note: Trunks is one brave kid. I convinced him to sneak into his Dad's office and steal this very personal poem, and all it took to bribe him was a love interest in my next story. Sure, I was gonna do it anyway, but he doesn't know that. Anyway, Vegeta's not the type to share personal stuff, so if I turn up missing, you know who to blame.
Ice-Cold Irony
Snatched from a father's iron grip
A king watched in silence
As his young son became a weapon
Molded into the perfect killing machine
Nothing more than tool for Frieza
I would defend his name & honor
I would die for the mighty Frieza
Father taught me to always be the best
I knew only Frieza could make me that
So I was entrusted to his merciless hands
In order to fulfill a prince's destiny
I would not fail my father's wishes
I would do anything to be the best
It was the only thing that mattered
He promised me the universe
Anything my warrior's heart desired
If I would obey his will above all others
I had no choice but to submit myself
I became Frieza's right hand man
His number one son, and best sentry
I was his puppet, a living joke
Through the beatings, insults, and hardships
I did indeed become stronger, in mind & body
And though I can try to push them behind me
The scars from his ice-cold hands remain
Forever marking me, making me his slave
Bringing shame upon myself, my name, my race
I can still see my father turning away in disgust
Then Frieza delivered the ultimate blow
With his little finger, I was often told
He took away everything I ever had
Destroyed my home, my family, my race
All I had left was a burning desire
Fueled by hatred for the one who made me
I can defeat Kakarott ten times over
Destroy thousands of Gero's androids
Crush Earth's best fighters under my boot
But those beady, hateful eyes of his
Always watching, his cruel mouth
Always laughing, his ice-cold fingers
Digging into my skin, leaving rivers of red
I can't count the times I've woken up
Screaming in horror to the heavens
Drenched in my own blood, sweat, and tears
Trying to understand how he could reach so far
Realization slowly comes to me now, though
It is my own calloused hands that claw at my skin
While I sleep, caught in my own fearsome dreams
But Frieza no longer needs to reach me
In order to torture me eternally
I didn't know that while he shaped me
He made me in his own merciless image
I have become what I fear the most
I am what I have hated for all these years
I am all that remains of Frieza's legacy
Even if I do someday become the best
Rest is something I will never know
My tormented mind & body will never be at peace
Because it has taken me decades to come this far
And only now am I seeing the honest truth
For the mighty Vegeta's greatest challenge
Will be defeating the demon he has become.