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Lose Yourself

One Piece
Dragonheart287 - Fanfiction

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

I remember the first time I ever saw Frieza. Now, when I'm standing here years later, I'm still thinking the same thing.


He's just like one too.

His eyes are wide and completely empty except for the two round pitch black lumps of coal that dot the centre of each eyeball. Even though they are cold and completely emotionless, a deep sense of doom and death are given to anyone who dares to stare right at them. No wonder though. Those are the eyes that have witnessed countless numbers of destruction, pain and death and yet they seem to show a deep pleasure and satisfaction from it.

His lips are as black as the night and spit out words that contain nothing but a deadly venom. The words alone will kill you on the inside and leave your body alive enough to bend and mould to his will. The tongue inside that deadly mouth resembles a snake in itself. Quick to strike with a deadly result before slowly slipping back into it's dark hiding place.

Then there's that lethal tail. It can curve and swoop behind his back with all the skill and grace of a desert snake whipping across the sands of the deserts. Like the larger, more deadly, breeds this tail can grab you when you least expect it and slowly squeeze the life out of you until there is nothing left at all. Those who have experienced this have never lived to tell the tale.

Yo, His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's chokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!

Those eyes. They're staring right at me, silently daring me to try and attack him. It's almost hypnotic. But if I miss then I'm dead. I've only got one shot at finally ridding my life of this white demon and that's it. I'm nervous, I can only admit that to myself, but at least I'm able to put up a mask to make me look calm and ready. It's something I'm good at. When you're in my world then you need skills like that. You need to be tougher then tough if you want to survive your first year but it's not easy.

A lot of people find that drug habits are the best way to get themselves through, and it works. I should know, I've been there. I know what your thinking, so let me tell you this. Take everything that's wrong and hurtful in the world and mix it all together. Life with Frieza is at least ten times worse then that.

You're like some puppet who has to have it's strings pulled. No matter how hard you try to fight, you always end up carrying out his will like some worthless little toy with strings attached. There is no resistance.

Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy
No, he won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap city
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

The worst part has to be the training. For the first six months you're taken to this remote planet in the middle of no where and just abandoned. Apparently, you're meant to build up your survival skills and for good reason. That planet is infested with huge carnivores who don't care what they eat as long as it's something. Only two in every ten make it out of there alive. All the rest die, kill themselves or go insane. It's a scary thing to watch.

But it never gets easier after that. Once you've survived the six months, you're handed over to a soldier who is meant to train you. The guy I got preferred the mental abuse method. Every single session he'd pound me into the ground and hammer into my head that I was nothing but a worthless runt. It went on for about five months before I finally snapped and fought back. I even surprised myself with my power and did a lot more then just break the guy's nose.

From then, I was allowed to follow my own training methods as long as they were ruthless and gave a good result. I didn't let myself slip at all. I always used to go to nearby planets and practice by bringing their tallest mountains to the flat ground. As I got older, my strength rapidly increased, much to Frieza's delight.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo,

My very first assignment was when I was about eleven. I don't remember much about it as the memory has become lost in the sea of mesmerised screams and pleas that I heard over the years. I was always one to be sent on the harder missions as Frieza knew well that a Saiyan could increase it's strength after coming back from a fierce battle with severe injuries. I think I probably spent more time in the regeneration tanks then anywhere else at first but as I got stronger I spent less and less time in there.

I'll never forget everything I used to see and do. People being cut up ever so slowly so that their blood sprayed in a steadily flow onto my face and body. I still remember the feeling of the crimson life liquid running steadily down my cheeks and through my fingers. As I began to grow, my bloodlust grew as well. Even if the victims would be of some use to Frieza, I killed them anyway just to feel the satisfying wetness against my skin.

How I loved to hear their pitiful cries for help. Children screaming for their mothers even though they had just witnessed her being killed in front of them. They soon suffered a fate just as bad at my hands. I've taken the life of every single age group there is.

Elders would try to reason but their pleas fell upon deaf ears.

Parents tried to defend their children but were slowly diced into small cubes whilst they screamed in horrible agony and pain.

Adults were often the ones who tried to fight back but they were no match for my power and had their throats slit as slowly and as painfully as possible.

I always used to laugh at the way teenagers would look tough at first but then turn into snivelling babies once they saw my power. Lovers who desperately tried to cling onto each other were ripped apart but then the question was always which one should watch their partner die first.

Children and babies were by far my favourite victims. There was just something about the taste of their blood and their childish screams and tears that made me desire more of them to kill.


You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

As I kept on experiencing more and more battles, I began to desire more and more deaths, particularly from children. When on an assignment, I was like some kind of wild animal. They ways I killed were beyond anyone's worst nightmares and I couldn't help but smile when I heard the vomiting of witnesses to my murders.

It was only a few years ago when I realised that I was slipping further and further into Frieza's grasp. That's when I became afraid and I struggled with all my might to get away. I became the rebel of the empire, not obeying anyone but myself and Frieza.

I knew that I could grow stronger and once I was strong enough then I would finally become the legendary Super Saiyan. It was my destiny. I knew it. But for my plan to overthrow Frieza to work I would have to keep a low profile. I continued to obey him even though it tore me up inside. What kept me going was the thought that he would soon die at my hands. I had a range of horrible deaths in mind that I wanted to try out on him. How I longed to hear his pitiful screams and feel his blood dripping through my fingers.

But still, I didn't allow myself to fall into Frieza's grasp. I made sure that I kept just above it so that I wouldn't become one of his brainwashed zombies but he still wouldn't figure that something was up.

His soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortom
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows

But I keep reminding myself about who it was who put me here in the first place. Who was the one who put me in this hell hole?

The man who called himself my father.


What right does he have to call himself that? True, I did love him once. I always enjoyed our training sessions even though he would constantly make fun of me but I figured that it was only to get me going.

It worked at least. But then it all changed and he sent me here. He never cared about me. I was only constantly in the way. I had to be if he sent me here but I didn't think it had been so bad that he had decided to put me under Frieza's control.

If only I could see him again then I'd make him pay dearly. I'd make him pay for ruining my life like this. But since he isn't around anymore then I'll just have to kill the white lizard demon standing before me instead.

When I kill Frieza then it will be MY victory. NOT my father's!

He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
These ho's don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

I didn't really meet Nappa and Radditz until I was about fifteen. Until then I had always been fighting solo and I wasn't too happy to go into any partnership. I made myself clear from the beginning that I wanted them to keep their distance and they seemed to keep to that. They often hung out together, leaving me alone. But I didn't mind that. I preferred to be alone. No one can hurt you when you're alone.

I found that I had quite a liking towards their own sense of bloodlust when sent on assignments. Like me, they also enjoyed ripping people to shreds right in front of those who loved them the most. They too enjoyed the sickening cracks and squelches as bodies were disassembled part by part.

However, they did have serious flaws in their methods.

Nappa always got bored too quickly and would end up killing them quickly in one big blast at the end. He always had a short temper, meaning that his torture sessions never lasted more than half an hour at the best of times.

Radditz just didn't have the right idea at all. He didn't seem to know where the best parts of the body to take apart were. He would just go through victim to victim like some sort of automatic paper shredder. His killing tactics were too fast and so he missed out on hearing the best agonising screams that came from the victim after long periods of time. The sort of screams you get even when the throat is swollen and the vocal chords are being squeezed. Somehow the screams always come out and they're absolutely wonderful to hear.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The deaths of my partners didn't really have any effect on me at all. I guess it's because, all my life, I've witnessed such disturbingly violent scenes that I've just developed an invisible barrier around my emotions. Nothing goes in and definitely nothing comes out.

Radditz was the first one to go as I remember. Killed by that no brained brother of his. Even now, I can't believe that someone who calls himself a Saiyan elite could be killed by a commoner clown, a green prune and a snot-nosed brat!

Nappa was killed purely because of my bloodlust. Patience is a skill of mine but it is not endless. I remember, I had been watching the fights on Earth all morning but had just sat there doing nothing. It was when Kakarott came and started to beat Nappa when my patience wore thin. He was losing badly and I was desperate to get that wet feeling of blood on my face. So I killed him. However, I accidentally destroyed ever single cell he had with my blast, reducing him to nothingness. My face remained clean.

That was no big deal though. I figured that I could always take my disappointment out on Kakarott and after he had gone then there would be a whole planet of living beings just waiting to be slowly taken apart. I could hardly wait.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo, you better

Now that I think about it, I was lying about having no emotions. I did have one and it was vital for my survival.


But after what I've been put through, it's all I have left to cling to. Frieza took away my home and my childhood. He broke down my spirit and my soul enough so that he could mould me into the perfect warrior. In his own way, he even took my life. Hate was all I had left.

But at least it worked to keep everyone off my back. My face actually seemed to have a permanent scowl etched into it's features and whenever I did smile it would be a smile of evil or cruel sarcasm. My eyes are now dull and black, no longer shining and alive like they were when I was younger. In a way, they're just like Frieza's. Two cold lumps of coal that don't feel anything at all.

The only things I feel now are hatred and bloodlust. Everything else has been stolen from me, never to be returned. But that's just fine. It is my rage that has kept me alive. My pure fury and the overwhelming hatred of Frieza and the urge to kill him slowly and painfully saw me all the way through growing up. I just kept thinking that the sooner I got stronger then the sooner I'd be able to finish him off once and for all.

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers

Once I am rid of Frieza then the real fun begins. After he is gone then my rule will start. F the universe thought that Frieza ruled with an iron fist then they haven't seen anything yet.

All who oppose me will die slowly and in the greatest pain. Will I show any mercy or compassion at all?


I'll just laugh as they scream for help and mercy whilst they die in such horrible agony and pain. I know of some dungeons of Frieza's that could become very useful to me. To torture slowly with heat, pain and tears. How I love to see hopeless tears dripping out of wet eyes as their lives are slowly pulled away from them. Their eyes always reflect the very same question.


The eyes always question why I torment and kill innocent souls in the way that I do. They ask me why I must be so brutal to a being that is innocent of crime. The answer is so simple. Everyone I kill is by far innocent and do not deserve to die.

That's why I love it so much!

And it's no movie, there's no Makai Pfeiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between trying to be a father and a pre-madonna

Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not or not this may be the only opportunity that I got

I love feeling the wet feel of the crimson blood as it pours onto my body. The taste is something I crave more than anything else. I crave it more then my desire to kill Frieza. Just watching as the victims life fluid flows from the inside of their body, never to return, is a glorious sight.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

I love the sound of the sickening snaps as bones are broken and muscles are slowly ripped to shreds. I find that it's even better when a piece of vandalised bone breaks the skin and it just sits there. Like a piece of blood soaked driftwood in a sea of tormented flesh that will soon be opened and torn beyond repair.

The sight of muscle part dangling down after a limb is taken from the body is also a sight worth seeing. What I really love is the look on the victims face as they see me take a bite out of their own tissue before they slowly slip into an everlasting blackness.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

But now, still seeing Frieza in front of me just daring me to lunge forward and slip up, I make a decision. I have produced many fine works of art from my victims but he shall be my grand masterpiece. Now I regret killing Zarbon and Dedoria. The look on their faces whilst I disassemble their master would have been absolutely priceless.

I can't to feel his blood against my flesh. I doubt it will have any good taste at all but you can never blame someone for trying. I long to hear the wet snap as his bones break beyond repair and maybe even come up above the skin in sickening bursts.

I will take him apart so slowly and painfully that he'll feel every second of it as pure agony as I tear him apart cell by cell. It's something that I've desired for so long now and I finally have my chance now.

He's still looking at me with those snake eyes. He knows as well as I do that I only have one shot, one chance. But that's all right. One opportunity is all I need.

That tail of his is starting to flick behind him in boredom. He's getting restless. Seems that he's just as eager for action as me. Why not?

I tense my leg muscles in preparation as I give myself a final mental encouragement.

I am the prince of all Saiyans, soon to become king of the universe. All that's standing in my way is a white snake on legs. That's all he is. There is no way that a king can be taken down by some mere reptile.

You can do anything you set your mind to, man