Prince of Nothing | Namek SagaÂ
Inspo: music | art
The sky is too green. Too loud. My vision cracks. I can’t tell if it’s the planet or my eyes— It… it doesn’t matter. The ground is swallowing me, pulling me down. A prince soon buried in dirt like an ordinary corpse.
No. Not me. Not the legacy of Vegeta.
Every nerve is on fire, in a panic that only makes it worse. Every breath is fighting an inevitable surrender. The body screams weakness, but the mind, my mind, is screaming louder. The universe should hear it, remember it. I am the heir, the last crown. The name is mine.
But the stars never bow. No one does. It’s all meaningless.
I see the palace crumbling. My father’s face is fading. His voice is gone, replaced with Frieza’s laughter stretching down the hole he tore through me. He always gets what he wants. Even my memories beg for mercy.
And Kakarot... that cursed name. It flows through my blood like venom and medicine all at once. He stands above me with unwanted empathy. His eyes are not royal, burning in a way mine cannot. He doesn’t know what I carry, what I lost, what I was supposed to be. He doesn’t know how the gravity of my world crushed me until I had nothing left to break. And yet here I am… falling into my greatest fear.
I hate him. I need him. I need him to… listen.
Destroy Frieza. End it. Avenge us.Â
My mouth tastes like metal. The words come out shattered and crying through broken pride, but they’re mine. My final order. My tarnished crown pulled off my head to fall onto his. Disgusting. Necessary.
Destiny was always a lie.
The planet rumbles under me, alive but indifferent to hell calling. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. My heart collapses under its own obstinacy. The colors blur. The dirt becomes nothing.
A warrior’s death, yet no honor can be found. I am still Vegeta.
RPL: Prince Vegeta IV
AO3: GalickBread
