Vegeta screamed as he fell to his knees, trying to close his eyes against the sight before him, but the image remained, and so did the taste. The taste of blood.

His wife..his son... the ones he loved the most...lay in a heap in front of him, limbs torn off, grotesque, delicious blood covering the bodies and Vegeta. He was a Saiya-jin, an animal, nothing more than a worthless blood-sucker. The need for blood had driven him mad, took him to the point of no return.

He sat breathing heavily, licking his blood-covered lips, enjoying the coppery taste as it ran down his throat. He was scared out of his mind, he knew, but his mind was taken over by the Saiya-jin animal he had tried to forget. He could feel himself slowly giving in to the darkness.

He had enjoyed killing his son. The look of terror on his face, pleading for Vegeta to stop, was like a scar planted into Vegeta's memory. It hurt to remember, but her could never forget. Now, as he sat crouched over his son's lifeless body, rocking back and forth, swirling his finger in the puddle of blood, he stared down at his son's face. Trunks' eyes were wide open, his mouth trying to speak.

'What a pity,' Vegeta thought, resting his hand on Trunks' cheek. 'He was the mirror image of me. He would have made a fine warrior.'

Vegeta gently licked the blood from his finger as he stared lovingly at his family. The family that had given him so much pain..and so much pleasure. He stood, bringing his son up with him. He gently stroked the boy's lavender hair, and then he began to feast.