By: Kichi

A/N: Ok.   YES, this is an AU.  YES, Vegeta is DEAD, and YES this is not an old character.  Who they WERE doesn't matter now, does it?

    After all of that I should have been happy.  But I wasn't.  In fact this fucked up my plans a little.  Not really, I mean I could still leave and do my thing, but now I didn't want to.  Damn it.  As soon as Bulma fell asleep I went to my room, showered, got dressed and took off.  I had more important things to worry about then her.
    I couldn't let the brief union we'd had distract me from my revenge.

    I reached Hawaii in an three hours.  I was a little hesitant to fly at high speeds yet.  I grabbed some guy, punched him in the face and took his wallet and got as much food as I could and devoured it all on the beach.  I didn't feel like catching a dumb fish and having it taste like shit.
    As soon as I was done eating I took off, not wanting to be bothered by cops for beating that guy and taking his money.
    It took five hours of flying to reach California. And by that time I was starving and exhausted.   I landed on the shore, none-too gently and woke the next morning by some bay-watch-type asshole.
    "Hey buddy, you ok?"  I ignored him and stood, stretching with a yawn that almost cracked my jaw.  If I thought I was hungry in Hawaii, it was nothing compared to what I was feeling now.  I grabbed the guy by his collar and shook him until his teeth rattled in his head and soon a wallet full of money spilled onto the sand.
    "Thank God!"  I murmured before tossing the moron into the ocean.  I went to a Mc Donald's (yuk) and ordered as much food as I could afford and scarfed it all down in a half hour before taking off again.  I was determined not to stop till I had reached the Great Lakes.  And surprisingly, that's exactly what I did.  But by the time I reached my destination, again I was starving and exhausted.  I decided to spare someone a pummeling and try my hand at hunting.  There were plenty of farmlands.  I could have stolen a cow or a goat or something.  But instead I went deep into the woods and sniffed the air and caught the scent of something.  As long as it wasn't a skunk or something else I would go for it.
    I quickly climbed a huge gnarled tree and ran down a long fat limb and proceeded to jump from tree to tree.  It would have been more fun if I wasn't trying to be so quiet.  Suddenly I stopped.  Something thick and rich caught my nose and a few feet ahead was a doe all alone chewing leaves from a small bush.  I leapt from the tree landing right on the unsuspecting deer.  I made sure to land directly on her spine and hear several loud snaps.  The deer emitted a piercing scream before it was cut of by a tide of blood.
    "Eew." I said, taking full note of the mess.  Still.  Meat was meat, and the overpowering smell of blood made my stomach roar in anticipation.  I was actually drooling.
    In a disgusting display of savagery I ripped the carcass to pieces, chewing raw meat and drinking blood like some hideous demon.  Soon my clothes were covered in blood, but I didn't care.  I didn't even realize it until much later.
    Right then I was consumed with the feast.  An animal bloodlust welled up in me and I tore it's heart out and drank the luscious crimson as it pored from the glistening organ.
    To say I was in love with this body would be a pitiful underestimate of how I truly felt.  I indeed felt as if I had made the best decision of my life.  If forced to do it again I would ad infinitum.
    I gorged myself on the warm, bloody feast and then fell asleep on the bloody hide of my kill.

    The next day I made it back to the town I'd grown up in.  I had to see if my old house was there and find any possible trace of my quarry.  I stopped at the corner gas station to get some gum (Still ignorant - or apathetic - of my blood stained clothes) when I saw him.  (Keep in mind I had been a female before this, and yes, I did fuck Bulma.  And I ate her pussy too, and I loved it, because I am no longer a female I am the Saiyan no Ouji, now.) 
    His eyes bulged as he saw me and I wondered why because he couldn't know me, then I saw all the dried blood.  I laughed and then I stood before him.  Hatred boiled in me and I grabbed his throat without thinking.  I heard a sickening snap and then his head fell to the side like a dolls and he shit himself.
    I made some kind of noise of disgust and was twenty feet away less than a second later. 
    Intense, intense rage filled me.. I had waited this long for what?  I wanted to make him suffer slowly, for days, weeks however long I could stretch it.  I wanted to tell him who I really was, I wanted him to know who exactly was killing him and why!  I realized I was powering up as everything around me tinted blue and distorted and the sound of surging energy filled my ears.

    Right about here there's a gap in my memory.

    The entire area was leveled when my rage cooled enough to comprehend.  But that was secondary to the fact that a strange, yet familiar face was inches from my own screaming for me to stop.
    "Who..?" I trailed off.  He had bleach blond hair and aqua eyes.  And his hair was in crazy spikes… it had to be…
    "It's me! Goku!"  he said shaking me roughly.  I was still in a daze.  I felt so different.  I had never been so angry before and now instead of feeling tired I felt like I was floating or…  Something.  Like the ultimate high or… I don't know.  It was indescribable.  "You've ascended!"  he continued to yell as if I was deaf.  "You destroyed everything!  What the hell happened?"
    "I.. what?"  I was too concentrated on what I was feeling to hear what was rolling of his tongue.  Ascended..  sounded familiar..
    "-Super Saiyan."  I heard him say.
    "Me?" I briefly reached up to touch my face.  He pulled my hands away and shook me again.
    "VEGETA!!" he cried and I flinched from the piercing volume.  "SNAP OUT OF IT!!"
    I blinked.  It seemed as if I'd been slapped in the face or had a bucket of water dumped on me.  The feeling of euphoria remained, but everything else was clear, I was aware.
    "Kakarotto!"  I snapped quickly jerking from his grasp.  "What do you want?" I frowned.
    "What the hell is your problem?!"  he practically screamed.  "You killed everyone!"  wait a second…  I was feeling angry again.   Who the hell did this prick think he was?
    "So what?!" I yelled.  "They were all a bunch of worthless humans.  I wasn't aiming for them all to die, it just happened!  You want to wish them back, fucking go right ahead!  I got what I came for and now I'm leaving."  I turned and took off and flew right into him.
    "Your coming with me." He grabbed my arm.
    "LIKE HELL I AM!!" I roared.  Something about this guy was making me really angry and I couldn't figure out what.  I just met him!
The scenery around us abruptly changed and I was staring at a green man.  He and Goku-- Kakarotto exchanged glances and suddenly they were both clutching my arms.
    Uh oh…
    "Who are you?" they both demanded at once.  Damn it.  They knew.  I should have known these two would figure it out..  shit!!
    "What do you mean?"  I asked.
    "Your not Vegeta!" Kakarotto demanded.  I felt a derisive smile curl my lips.
    "How not?" I ask.  They both paused and exchange glances again.
    "I see someone else when I look in your eyes." Piccolo replied.
    "So what?" I demanded.
    "What are you planning?" Kakarotto insisted.
    "Nothing." I said, giving him a questioning look.  "That.. Back there.." I motioned, indicating where we'd just been.  "It was an accident." I muttered.  "I am Super Saiyan now.  There's no need for anymore deaths.   Wish them back.  I don't care."
    "Were is Vegeta?" Piccolo tried again.
    "Right in front of you." I sneered.  "Look" I growled at their confusion.  "The person I was is dead and gone.  Get used to it!  If you don't like it, leave me the hell alone.  I'm not going to hurt any of your human allies.  I don't care."
    "What about Bulma?"
    "What about her?" I snapped getting angrier.  "If you think I've been giving her problems why don't you go ask her?"
    "Fine." Kakarotto snipped and again the scenery changed.  We were inside CC right in front of Bulma.
    She yelped in surprise and dropped the prototype robot she was working on.
    "Bulma." I began before the fools had a chance to speak.  "Have I done anything to hurt you?"  she took the scene in , saw their hands on me and I could see her features shift from surprised to angry.
    "Let him go!" she demanded.  They did, almost out of shock.  "He has been rude at times, but no.  He's never hurt me..  What's this all about?"  before they could put in their two cents I spilled it.
    "I went Super Saiyan and some people were killed in the explosion." I said as calmly as I could.  Her eyes grew wide and she blinked in amazement.
    "Explosion?? H-How many?" she gasped. I shrugged and shook my head.  I wasn't sure myself.
    "At least a thousand."  Piccolo snapped.  Kakarotto nodded in acquiescence.
    "Listen, prick!" I snapped turning on Piccolo.  "I didn't do it on purpose!  It just happened!"  I felt Bulma's hand on my arm and I turned to look at her.  Our eyes met and I never broke her gaze as she asked:
    "It was really an accident?  You didn't mean to kill all those people?"
    "Yes." I replied.  It was true.  I hadn't meant to blow everyone away, in fact I hadn't planned on becoming Super Saiyan.  All I wanted to do was kill one measly shit-faced pathetic weakling.  She smiled briefly before turning to Piccolo and Kakarotto.
    "I believe him.  He's different now.  Don't be so judgmental."  I knew they saw the smirk plastered on my face.
    "Alright.  We're going." Piccolo said.
    "Not yet."  I snapped, all eyes turned to me.  "I want to talk to you."  I said, pointing to Kakarotto.

    "Who am I?" I said once we were alone.
    "I don't know.  Your not the person I thought I knew."
    "Maybe that's because you didn't know shit about me in the first place."
    "Maybe.  But I know enough to see you're not the same." A sigh then.
    "I am not the person you knew.  I think I mentioned that before, maybe I didn't.  I really didn't mean to kill those people.  But I'm not sorry that they're dead.  Is that better?"  he frowned and continued to stare at me.
    "What's happened to you?" he asked, growing concerned.  "It wasn't the transformation that did this either."
    "None of your damn business." I said getting angry.  "I don't answer to you Kakarotto no Baka!" his eyes flashed for a moment, then softened again.
    "I'm just trying to understand."
    "Why?" I demanded.  "Why now?  Do you have to save everyone?  If I had any intention of destroying this planet I could have made the attempt long ago, but I haven't.   So why do you bother me now?"
    "I'm sorry!"  He cried at last.  "When I saw you I felt sure I was looking at someone I'd never met before.  I thought I knew you a little from what you told me before you died."  I chose to ignore that statement.  I saw what had happened, but I didn't want to think of it.
    My silence must have unnerved him because he again apologized.  I waved it away.  I didn't want to talk to him anymore.
    "Goodbye Kakarotto."  I turned to walk away.  Again he appeared in front of me and I didn't care that he blocked my path.  I was slightly annoyed and nothing more.
    "I can't leave like this."  He whined.  "You hate me now."
    "No," I corrected.  "I've always hated you." I didn't really lie. I had never really liked him.  But seeing him in the flesh for the very first time was… different. "Now it doesn't matter."  I felt a dark gloom settle upon my shoulders and I didn't know the cause.
    "Listen to me." He said, grabbing my shoulders I immediately tore from his grip, a snarl rising from my lips.  He held up his hands in a sign of truce.  "I'm sorry but I won't leave like this."
    "Why are you making such a big deal?" I cried.  "Just drop it already."
    "No!" he snapped.  "Not until you listen to me for once!"  I stared at him expectantly.  "Ok." He began nervously.  He took a deep breath as one does before plunging into icy water.  "I don't like this relationship we have.  I don't want to fight with you anymore.  I'm sick of it.  I just want us to be on some level where we can talk without fighting."
    "Why?" I ask, distrust making me curious.
    "Because!" he replied, as if stating the obvious. "We are the only two Saiyan in the universe!"