Pride of being what you are. A Saiya-jin, a prince, a warrior, but also an husband and a father.
Proud because you're used to. It's a part of you, like a shadow of your soul...
Confidence in yourself, in your power and skills, in your destiny.
Those who don't believe lose. You're a winner, you believe.
Even if only in yourself.
Rage... For being so human, so saiyan.
So like them, so different.
So soft, so rude.
Being with them, behind them.
Opened, closed.
Pure, dark.
Rage... Of being what you are.
A fighter, a killer.
A Prince, a loser.
A genius, a fool.
A lover, an husband.
A father, a daddy.
An enemy, a friend.
The elite, the number two.
Rage... Of not being able to smile.
Not being able to scream.
Not being able to laugh.
Not being able to let it go.
Rage... Because the one you're meant to kill became your friend somehow.
Because they all like you somehow.
Because they don't fear you anymore.
Because you're not the same anymore.
Because you know you changed, you even like what you became, but can't admit it.
Yes, you are filled with rage.
But you've manipulated.
Used.
Beaten.
Killed.
Humiliated.
Saved.
Helped.
Loved.
Yet, you deny it...
But I can see kindness too... And care...
Care for your wife and son. Your so-called friends. The planet you now call home.
Care for others.
And I see worry...
Worry that this care could be used against you. That it becomes your weak point. That it doesn't make you that strong after all. That it causes your loss. That those you care for suffer because of you...
Then I see coldness.
So no one will see the worry, the care and the love. So you won't seem, be, weak. So you'll be proud, confident. So you'll be stronger.
Now I see loneliness.
No one understands you like they could.
No one likes you for what you are.
No one respects you.
No one knows the secrets in your heart.
No one even thinks about them.
You're alone despite them.
And you know that.
Is that why I see pain?
End
This has been written in one shot, as I was staring at a picture of Vegeta.
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