continued from ★ || @saiyanbrother
“ Imagination, ” Vegeta repeated, each syllable harsher than the one before it. Another luxury he could not afford. To stay alive, to keep them alive, he had no room for fantasizing outside of the ultimate goal. For that particular matter, he saved all his imagining and creativity. All for killing Frieza and taking back everything he was promised. Restoring proper pride and standing in the universe to the Saiyan race.
“ You? Kill Frieza? Amusing. ” Despite his words, no humor shone in his onyx eyes or upturned his lips in his cocky smirk. He understood Raditz’s woes. Wondered the same himself time and time again. Wondered if there was a point to any of it anymore or if he should cut his losses and destroy the three remaining members of the Saiyan race to save some face. To join the rest of them in hell. But, in the end, the ever-burning desire for revenge--he knew Frieza had more to do with it than he said; meteors could not possibly kill his proud, warrior race--outclassed nihilism.
The prince glanced to the red-glassed scouter next to him, ensuring it was switched off. “ We have pride in even what’s left of our race because it’s all we have. We are still among the most powerful beings in the universe, ” he growled, gaze distant. His tail unwound from his waist.
“ This will not be our lot forever. I won’t stand for it. I refuse to serve him for the rest of my days. ” Leather crunched as he balled his hands into fists atop his thighs. Did the fool really think he was content as things were? “ Frieza’s reign will end and ours will begin. ”