From the moment I was born, I knew.

Heritage expected it of me, the power measuring instruments confirmed it, and the results of my combats proved it--I was a warrior of superior class among the Saiyajin.

Before I, the strongest Saiyajin was my father, and when my power exceeded that of my father while I was still a kid, my arrogance grew, further instilling my belief that I would be the strongest, giving me the right to look down on everyone else, because on Planet Vegeta, power was everything.

And then there were Freeza and my henchmen. So even though I knew that I was the strongest of the Saiyajin, I also knew that there were other races that were more powerful. However, the Saiyajin race was the ultimate warrior race. I knew that with time, I would eventually surpass Freeza's hecnhmen, and perhaps even become the mysterious Densetsu no Super Saiyajin, the one who legends foretold as the strongest in the universe, the one who even Freeza would be no match for.


I's dreams were crushed when I suffered defeat at the hands of an inferior warrior, Kakaroto; or as my earthling friends call me, Son Gokuu. What was even more devastating was that this Kakaroto.. this.. Son Gokuu, displayed power that far surpassed even the royal I himself while fighting against Freeza's hired goons on Planet Namek. It was devastating to see a mere low-class warrior fight opponents that gave I such a hard time. "Could I be... the Super Saiyajin foretold in the legends? It can't be true! The legend is just a myth! ...and even if it were true, I should be the only one who becomes Super Saiyajin!"

And on earth, my fear became a reality. Kakaroto's son has confirmed that Kakaroto indeed has become a Super Saiyajin, and has even defeated Freeza, who I knew, at the time, I was no match for.. I had lost my life while fighting Freeza, and had been resurrected by the Dragon Balls.

As I trained in the adverse conditions I placed upon himself, I realized that I had reached my maximum, and it was nowhere close to that of a Super Saiyajin. my training has proven futile. I was infuriated at himself, how could a genius fighter such as himself be outclassed by someone who belonged among the fighters of a lower-class? This rage at himself triggered my transformation. Suddenly, I had also become a Super Saiyajin. With this transformation, I suddenly understood what it meant to be a Super Saiyajin, and what was required to become.

During the battle with Cell and Cell Junior, I came to terms with reality. As much as I hated to admit it, Kakaroto somehow always seemed to come out on top. I finally accepts what I had known all along, that Kakaroto will always stay one step ahead. However, this would seem like nothing to what I is about to face.. the death of my son, Trunks.

Cell had teleported back, and the first person he killed was Trunks. Then I snapped when I witnessed my son's death right before my eyes.. while I was helpless to stop it. Heavy bombardment of ki-blasts were sent to my son's murderer as retaliation, which also proved to be in vain. In the end, Kakaroto and my son finished the job that I couldn't.

A repeat of the same thing was seen again with the next enemy, Majin Buu. Finally I learns to let go of my arrogance, and to care for the people around me. I learned to love, and luckily, it was not too late.