Unwritten - Vegeta

Unwritten diaries of a prince.
The Saiyan story.

How many times must I tell you that I hate you?
I want to hit you, hurt you, until you stop!
Stop laughing, stop smiling, stop trying to be my…
What’s the word you use? That stupid word. The weak, ugly, stupid human word?
Friend, that’s it. You know that we have no word like it in my native tongue, our native tongue Kakarrot. There are enemies and those you deign not to kill, allies and maybe a mate, but nothing so pathetic as friends.
I refuse to believe that your power is greater than mine. I am a prince, and you are a commoner. I am stronger than you, no matter how many times you beat me.
We will keep fighting, until I beat you.

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How dare you Kakarrot! How dare you die before I can win!
I will not stand in your shadow! Yet… how can one beat the dead?
Am I to be trapped like this, forever less than a shadow because you had the audacity to die by another’s hands?
I am your prince. Your life should be mine and mine alone to destroy as I see fit.
The Dragon Balls cannot retrieve you again, cannot… return you to my power. I stand here by your grave and watch as the humans wail and shed tears… and, I must confess something, here where no one will ever see.
I do not understand why they weep.
You died in battle. Stupidly, bravely… and they weep. Why do they not rejoice for your glorious death?
If only you could have lived so I might not to have had to suffer their stupidity.

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Tonight I sat under the stars, and thought of home. It has been years since I have… my place is here now, on Earth.
You’re back, again, but I find myself unable to sleep. Your return disturbs me. Even now as I grow to understand what this human concept of friendship is… the reason why they weep Kakarrot, I somehow know that your return only means pain for us.
As much as I hate to hear them weep again, I wish you had stayed dead, so that you would be unable to bring us… them, pain again.
Please let my forebodings be wrong, please let this place finally know… peace.

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I stand by your grave again Kakarrot. You never did anything right, did you? You’re no Saiyan warrior Elite, letting yourself be brought down by a disease! A stupid, simple disease…
I’ll have to go soon. The androids… You understand, don’t you? I have to fight… I have… people to protect now.
I hate you for that, you know, making me notice them. I can’t leave them now, not to die, like this.
Maybe I will die. I don’t want to tell her that…
Kakarrot… I’m afraid.
Me, the last true Saiyan… Prince of my people, prince to a dead race… I am afraid.
This is your fault! Before I met you I did not know what it meant to be afraid! You’ve weakened me Kakarrot, made me… human.
My death will be on your head.
I do not want to die…
I don’t want them to cry for me.
She’ll cry anyway, won’t she Kakarrot? When I die? I’ve left her with my son, I’m so… proud of him. He’ll be as good as his father some day, for all that he’s a wea-
Heh… I can’t even say it any more. You knew the truth, didn’t you Kakarrot. They’re not weak, not pathetic.
That strength of mind, of character, the thing I despise most, yet… it’s amazing.
I can almost feel my death in the air now. I need to go and fight, for all my fear, I will not just stand aside and let those constructs threaten my family.
Maybe I’ll join you here soon, and they will cry for me.

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