Rivulets of blood wove themselves down his face, spilling into his eyes and tainting his vision red. Never in his life had he fought with such vigor. Within the twitching muscles of his countenance, a beast awaits, preying on the not so weary. A second it was naught before once again, he was upon his rival and close friend. “Vegitaaa…” He hissed through bleeding lips. “This is child’s play… I want more.”
The other man threw his head back, his voice ridden with laughter. “I commend you for your spirit Kakarotto! Somewhere in that brain damaged head of yours, the saiyan within you has awakened. Never have I heard such a string of curse words emitting themselves from your mouth. It is something that has you riled for sure. I can only guess that it’s that time for us neh? Is that it Kakarotto? You miss a good fuck from that shrew of a wife? The one you say to whom you do not belong?”
Goku fists clench tightly, his teeth bared predatorily. “I tell you what’s bothering me and you fucking throw it in my face?!”
Vegeta’s laughter dies, his expression still smug. “That’s right. Get angry… You want to feel your blood seethe don’t you?”
 Beneath hooded eyes, angry tears spilt unnoticed. How dare he mock him! After all he’d done for the bastard! He’d show him, yeah. Show him good.
With a howl of which the likes that Vegeta had never heard before, Goku was upon him, a hand held like a vise around his throat, raising him slowly off the ground. “YOU WANT ANGER VEGITAAA….,” the larger man growled venomously. “YOU’VE GOT IT!”
Vegeta struggled, his ki flaring wickedly about him. Somehow… he couldn’t get free. The weight of the 500g gravity and the power Kakarotto is bringing forth has overwhelmed him. Powering up to super saiyan, his legs rise to kick the other man in the chest, only to have them seized by his free arm.
“Ka…ka…rooo,” Vegeta chokes, spittle flinging into his face.
Goku held him, his face twisted viciously into one even the prince could not relate him to. Perhaps, at last, this man IS the true Kakarotto, the one he’d been trying to purge from Goku for so long. How ironic it seemed… the very man who’d offered him solace and any semblance to kindness would be his executioner.
 He fought harder, his wind pipe slowly being crushed. Why couldn’t he break free?! The gravity couldn’t be doing this? It shouldn’t be any hindrance to his ability to power up. His gaze is met by Kakarotto, his eyes glazed with a hidden fear. What had he done? What monster had he created within this man, this man who’d been only a few minutes before the gentlest of… 
Suddenly, he could see her, working diligently in her office, unaware of what is happening to him. Why had he been drawn to her? Why did it have be her that would forever play in his mind just before death? Why?......Why ……..why oh why had to be her? Of all the people to give his heart to… “Bu…lma…”
Bulma rose her head for a moment, looking around her in wonder. Had she heard someone? She could’ve sworn that she’d heard her name being spoken.
Vegeta’s grip on Goku’s arm began to slacken, his struggles becoming slower until all motion is put to rest. He merely hung by that hand, his eyelids drawn into thin slits. Blood spouted from his mouth and nose, his throat convulsing to take a breath. None came… “Ka…ka.r…” he mouthed, blood dribbling down his chin.
 As if a light had been shone in his face, Goku snapped out of his trance, mechanically dropping Vegeta to the floor. 
His eyes darted about him in wild confusion, wondering what had happened.
Hearing the sound of Vegeta’s body colliding with floor brought him to stare at that cold lifeless thing.
Goku dropped to his knees, pulling forth the dead weight of his prince. How could he have done this? Why couldn’t he have had more control over himself?! Trembling violently, he drew Vegeta close to him, cradling the limp form against his chest. Feeling the most terrible of pains within his heart, Goku lost all holds on his humanity.
A howl like an animal could be heard throughout the land, the Earth trembling in the wake of a power of the likes that it’d never felt before… Mountains shook and trees fell as the golden aura of the saiyajin grew. Such power is felt world wide.
Goku clutched the smaller man against him, his mind ablaze with memories that he’d thought not his own. A man with a scar that resembled him held him close, speaking in a tongue that he could tell was not of earth relations… A woman humming a strange tune and the hands of a tired old man lifting him from his prison… Kakarotto…. Kakarotto…. You are not a killer… you never will be… Kakarotto… Do you hear me?
“Suoi gjuta kakarotto…” “I am Kakarrotto.”
Goku………………..Goku………………………..my name isn’t Goku…………………….it never was……………………………….stupid bastard…….
Vegeta… wake up… please…

TO BE CONTINUED… --- CLIFFHANGER!