Literature
Vegeta
*~ Vegeta ~*
Cold like the Winter wind,
Heartless but strong,
Blind by your pride and victory,
Always bad and in the wrong.
Foolish and thoughtless,
Full of hate and betrayal,
Small but not fragile,
You torture and blackmail.
You have the heart of darkness,
And the fists of fear,
With the eyes of a fire,
That daren't shed a tear
With the instinct of a predator,
Hungry for war,
Thirsty for blood,
Desiring more.
But inside that body,
With overconfidence and control,
There is something special,
Vegeta, your soul.
