How did we win that fight, brother?
What cruel trick lent us hand in defeat?
His power alone was so fiery-hot, I felt it on my cheeks.
I felt it.
We attacked, and he was three, sword and hand and fist and flash.
It's all a blur in my memory,
but recorded crystal clear in my banks.
A rip, and his hair fluttered. My lips curl,
in a smirk, and in some twist of fate, my fist retches
through his chest, and his eyes widen, looking at my hand.

It was in his chest, and then he looked to me, and I smiled,
but before I could snide him, with his last dying breath, and those eyes.
I saw you in them Juunana-Gou, all the pain you've suffered he had.
Why?!
How can a human know what we feel?
And for a second I felt remorse! Goddamn Saiyajin boy!
He died then, my fist through his chest, and you were injured too.
"An eyes for an eye," his life for yours. But you survived.
It's seems, now,
so has he. --18Gou