Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Drama
Publish Date: 2/5/2003
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
You were barely more than a child
It was doing a favor to your friend
Running back to gather a few things
He had carelessly left behind
It had been a long day and a long fight
And it was time for a celebration,
One you would not keep your friend from
You were doing something nice,
Offering a helping hand
And your friend found you dead
Dead on the floor
A trickle of blood stained the corner of your mouth
And the very things you had offered to run back for
Were taken, stolen by your murderer
It should not have been you, but it was…
~*~
Do you remember the second time you died?
It was on a distant planet, far away from Earth
Far away from home and friends
You went to this far off place called Namek
For a chance to bring your friends back to life
They were brutally murdered, just as you had been once
Doing a favor to friends in need, you would wish them back
You whole time there was spent protecting Gohan
Keeping an eye on the son of your best friend
Because he asked you to—another favor
And you died at the hands of a monster, a heartless beast
He slaughtered you without a second thought
Why? Why you?
For the whole journey, you had done two important things
You found the means to revive your murdered friends
And you protected your best friend’s son
Sometimes against impossible odds and almost certain death
But you had promised, and you delivered until the end
Perhaps it should not have been you, but it was…
~*~
Do you remember the third time you died?
The white-tiled lookout spanned out around you
Your friends and family—yes, your family—gathered beside you
And the enemy, the Angel of Death, merely a stone’s throw away
Desperate to protect your loved ones, you did what you could
Attacking when you knew you had no chance
Charging when you knew you were outclassed
And sacrificing to give your loved ones a chance to escape
You could hear them behind you, protesting
But this is your choice now
It you have to go this time, so be it
But be it on your terms, and your terms only
Death comes this time in the form of a blinding pink light
And you are gone, with only the last scream of your wife
Echoing in your ears
You don’t know if they will escape
But you can only pray that they do
So walk into the light, and seek the heavens
Just as you have before
It didn’t have to be you this time, but it was…
And that’s how you wanted it
