A Moment in Time
CoffeeAndConjunctions

Rhythm

None of them understand, no matter how many half breeds or full blooded Saiyans are alive he will always be the last of his kind. Carrying their pride in his chest and their history in his memories.

He remembers the gentle glow of a moon rise–the two orbs crawling slowly from below the horizon to fill the sky with it's cool light, a reprieve from the scorching sun. The freedom of changing among brothers and sisters, learning to harness the power of the moon.

His heart beats to the rhythm of battle hymns and war dances of his people, the fighting spirit of an entire dynasty coursing through his veins.

Death cries and fire haunt his dreams for months until Freeza gives him new horrors to plague his nights because death cries and destruction become his life-he is a Destroyer of Worlds, a dog of war.

Now he is nothing but the last of a dead people, a nearly extinct creature.

Watching the lavender haired boy in ring, prepared to do battle with Kakarott's youngest, scowling brow reminiscent of his own he wonders for the first time if he must be the last one.

Perhaps he had more to pass on then just lessons in pain and preparation.