Mother Of Mercy
I don't own DBZ
Life, what was the point anymore? Why was it ever worth it? For him the only escape from the hells of life was when he closed his eyes at night and hoped for a better day. It was all because he was weak, a low class worthless piece of trash. Or at least that's what he was told. What else was he to think? For every family member he once had, a tombstone had eventually taken their place. The only person he shared any connections with was his mother.
"Why God? Why do I have to be the one to still be alive?" The little boy cried with his hands clasped together. Thankfully there was no one near him or this would only result in another beating from a slightly superior.
"Why have you taken everyone away from me!? I'm only 5 years old! It shouldn't be this way." He shifted his legs that were shackled together so they wouldn't scrape against the cement floors and cut him again.
First my dad. Then you took big brother Raditz away from me. Wasn't it enou