After a few months living here, I came to a realization—just because I can use ki doesn't mean I'll ever be as strong as I once was.
Is that really a problem? I asked myself.
The answer: not really. I can live just fine as I am now.
At the same time, I've been reflecting on my life as Nappa.
At first, I felt a clash between who I was and who I've become.
But over time, I came to accept the truth: I am this boy now, just as much as I was Nappa.
To move forward, I knew I needed purpose—an ambition.
And so I made a choice: I would become a firefighter.
I would save lives… instead of taking them.
Life moved smoothly after that.
Thanks to my ability to use ki, I was far stronger than the average person.
That strength helped me out of tight spots—it was like a crutch, but a useful one.
I lived a fulfilling life.
I got married at thirty-two, had two daughters and a son.
We faced the usual ups and downs, but we endured.
At the age of seventy-five, I drew my last breath—peacefully, surrounded by those I loved.
I thought that was the end.
I believed my soul would finally rest in the afterlife…
Until I heard a voice.
A voice I knew all too well.
> "Nappa, what are you doing? Get back here. Do I have to do everything myself?"
I looked down and saw it—the moment.
I was back. Standing on Earth.
I was just about to attack Kakarot's child...
And I stopped myself—because I remember what happens next.
I wanted to help Kakarot right there and then.
But I knew the time wasn't right.
And after everything I've done, who would ever believe I'd changed?
So I stayed in the background. Watching.
Waiting for the right moment to act.
I've read the manga—I know when my chance will come.
I won't be the same Nappa as before.
This time, I'll be better.
Because I believe…
it's never too late to change.