I have always found it strange that people can place so little value in the life that surrounds them.  The chirping of the birds, the gentle rustle of new leaves as the wind sighs amidst the branches.  Each so precious and delicate.

Each so easy to destroy.

And that is what many humans have done: annihilating forests for ‘natural resources’, taking away the homes of the forest creatures, declaring them to be inferior species.  They are incapable of expressing themselves in a manner acceptable to the humans’ own convoluted logic.  They cannot speak as the humans do, and so are looked down upon, because they cannot match the humans on human terms.

Sometimes, I think, not even the humans themselves can.

I have been aware for so little time in this wonderful world - yet it has been long enough for me to pity these humans who created me.  They created me to be a weapon of destruction, to destroy the beauty of life I found to be all around me.

The twins, too, had been designed for such a purpose.  But where I am completely mechanical in nature, they are partly human.  They turned on our own creator in hatred - and an empty pleasure it brought them.  For what had been done to them could not be undone.  Following their human instincts, their need to have direction in life, they followed their main directive: to kill Son Goku, the warrior willing to fight for peace.  They destroyed for the joy of destruction, never noticing the joy of living.  Perhaps they will see it one day, if anyone can touch the lighter side of their nature, which our creator did such a good job of trying to obliterate.

He certainly seemed to succeed with Cell.

Cell was truly our creator’s masterpiece.  Assembled from the living cells of his enemies, he had assumed the worst of all of them.  Here at last was someone who could look down upon the fragile humans, and determine whether they were to live or die.  Here was yet another demonstration of the human ability to warp what is good, and twist it to such petty aims.  It also proved to me that sometimes one must indeed fight to protect the lives of those who cannot protect themselves.  Before its too late, and they are lost forever.

The humans are so much weaker than Cell, just as the forest creatures are indeed weaker than the humans.  But not all humans destroy.  I have finally seen that some are willing to protect - indeed, to fight to protect, and make whatever sacrifice is necessary - as I should have done, before Cell became too powerful for me to eliminate.

For now we must look to a child to protect us all, to save us from the cruelty which allowed such a horrible being to exist.  And Son Gohan is a gentle child.  Unlike his father, he is not so eager to fight.  He will protect those he cares for, but he is limited by his unwillingness to hurt another, no matter who they are, or what they have done.  Just as I was.

So now I must teach him that sometimes it is necessary to fight, without regard for the life of the one being fought.  Or rather, with the weight of all the lives depending on you to save them pressing you past gentleness, to do what must be done.  I must convince him of this, before it is too late for him, as well -

For it is too late now for me.