Clouds gathered above the desolated lanscape that had become our battlefield. Lighting bolts rang down from the sky and struck Namek with reckless abandon.  Their loud cracks heralded the coming of my damnation.

Then in a single flash the rage of a uncountable fallen races channeled their anger into one vessel. His hair burned with a vicious yellow that could match the hottest star.  Within his green blue eyes resignated a power that no scouter could hope to measure.  His gaze upon me said more than words ever could. But speak he did.

"No more!."

Was ever the end of a tyrant such as I proclaimed in such  simpler speech.  No vow of vengeance for the companion of his I had sent to oblivion. No promise of justice for his own race which I had all but extinguished. Nor any condemnation for the genocide that I had initiated on the very soil that we stood upon. Just those two words.

An it was those very  two words that stirred  a new emotion from my anatomy.  A sensation that was all but foregein to my kind. Fear.