Vegeta IV

Cell. You don't get it. I hate this. The vibrations through my fists on contact. The taste of blood in my mouth. The sound of my heart in my ears. I hate it. I always have. But right now. In this moment. The only thing I hate more than it... is you. Because you were right about me. I was a coward. Scared of what would happen if I snapped. Afraid that, if I lost it this time. I'd...never come back. That I'd finally, kill someone. I'm not scared anymore, Cell, because there's no point in being afraid of the inevitable