Authors Note: For the purpose of the story when I have one of the characters speak in Japanese, (ex: baka) I am making that the Sayian Language.

Chapter 5: Vegeta (Age:18)

(Vegeta’s POV)

It’s been three years, three whole years since I’ve left Vegeta-Sie buts worse is it’s been three years since I’ve left him...Kakarot. Me, an elite sayian prince feeling such hurt over one person. On one hand I think I might be going crazy but on the other hand its not such a bad feeling. I would never admit this but I like the feeling of someone caring about me. My mother thought me that you haven’t live until you’ve truly known how wonderful it is to care about someone. Although she died, correction was killed, when I was only six I can still hear her voice telling me to be strong.

(Flash Back)

The young Prince Vegeta was running around the royal gardens after a butterfly while laughing. A woman who appeared to be in her twenties sat down on one of the chair and held a flower up to her nose. Soon the young prince ran to her with his hands cupped.

“I caught the butterfly mommy I think it likes me.”

The woman smiled and pulled Vegeta in her lap.

“Can I keep it mommy?”

The woman pulled her hands through the child’s hair.

“Things in nature deserve to be free much like people. If you pull a growing flower out of the ground then it will no longer grow and eventual wither and die.”

“But mommy the butterfly is so pretty I like it.”

The woman smiled and then hugged Vegeta.

“Caring about something isn’t all way easy. Sometimes you have to let go in order to show you care but don’t worry my son carrying is worth it. The more you care about someone the more they will care about you. Your precious heart is your best gift and no one can ever take it away. More important than being physical strong is having a strong heart, never let your anger drive you all ways listen to your heart.”

Vegeta smiled.

“Your right...” Vegeta opened his hands and let the butterfly free. “The little butterfly probably wants to go and fly with his mommy.”

The woman held Vegeta tight to her chest as Vegeta snuggled up and eventfully feel asleep.

(End Flash Back)

I failed her. I’m not that little five year old anymore. Not even close. She thought I’d be different then the other Sayians, gentle some how. The funny thing is I thought she would be right. I never thought the mask of hatred and malic I put on for my followers or my father would be come my true self. I never thought I’d be the one helping destroy civilizations, children, woman, everyone. The weird thing about it is I am completely numb to it. No pain, no pleasure just nothing. It could be because my mother isn’t here to tell me its wrong, or the fact that Kakarot isn’t here to give me that smile that say everything is going to be all right, or it could simple be because Freeza and his men broke me. Oh yes, that could be it. It’s hard to stand strong when your being beaten, starve oh and lets not forget raped. The many times his men would have there way with me like im so cheap whore. I shutter at the thought. It disgust me.

Yes, I have changed something about me is more evil now. I live to serve myself and no one else. Does this make me bad, will this mean I will be banished to hell. I don’t know and I really can’t ponder on this. I have to be like this no matter what the consciousness are. I can’t just be good I have to be the best, I can’t just be malicious I have to be relentless. I can’t just kill I have to slaughter. Most importantly I can’t feel love, friendship, joy or anything like that I have to feel only one emotion and this is HATE! Pure and utter hate. Still I wonder if Kakarot is still out there, maybe there is hope, MAYBE.