Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or GT, or any of the characters. I merely borrow them for a while and return them a little worse for wear.


Tears glisten and fall to the blood-soaked dirt. He has never cried. Not even as a child. It's not from the pain. No. He welcomes the pain because it tells him he is still alive. The tears feel hot, and he can taste the salt in them. They blur his vision as he stares up at the tall figure stepping to his side.

He feels his dream dying with him. He hears Frieza mock the legend. Maybe the reptile is right. The only one left now is the fool Kakarot. The last Saiyan. Frieza will have fun…. but no. Wait. Even as his own energy fades to nothing, he feels power radiating near him. And he knows. Sorrow and triumph battle. Surprise, Frieza, there really is a Super Saiyan.