Goku the saiyan

Chapter 1

What was wrong with that old man? Why did he belittle me like some defenceless whelp of an inferior race? Why did he insist on addressing me with that disgusting earthling name, Goku, even when it was clear I didn't like it? My name was Kakarot, proud saiyan warrior, send to this mud ball of a planet to clear it of all life forms. Even if the old fool was too stupid to know of saiyans, it should still be clear I didn't want his, or anybody else's help. Especially not if it was to be babied like some weakling that couldn't even walk on his own. I kicked, screamed and fought him with everything I had, yet he still insisted on 'taking care of me' as he liked to call it. Even though I had a tail attached to my back, which was a distinct trait that proved I wasn't a pathetic earthling, he still seemed to think I was one. As if I needed protection. The man himself was probably one of the only creatures on this floating piece of dirt that I couldn't destroy at that time.

I had expected there to be nobody at all that I couldn't beat, but apparently this man was quite a bit stronger than me. If I could believe him there should be a few others on the planet too. But I could wait, a few years of training was all I needed to get strong enough to kill these weaklings that called themselves humans. I could be patient for that long.

That man, Gohan as he said he was called, was truly infuriating. Feeding me, giving me baths, watching over me when I was walking around, I hated it, loathed the man for it. When I got older I would rip him to pieces for humiliating me like this, nobody treated a saiyan warrior like this and got away with it. Yes, I would enjoy the day I could kill every last one of these pathetic, unworthy creatures. I would start with the old bastard, I would laugh in his face when he screamed as I ripped of his limbs one by one. Some day I would have my revenge, nothing would stop me from that. But for now I would endure this seemingly endless torture for a little longer.

I didn't understand where he got the idea I was an earthling. I clearly wasn't an earthling, he had even talked about differences between me and other babies. He said I was special, that I was very strong and smart. I had a very low power level, and he still thought I was strong! I already knew that humans were far weaker than saiyans. But apparently they were also a lot dumber at birth. It seemed as if humans developed a lot mentally during their first years of life. How ridiculous, this meant they were absolutely useless at birth. Saiyans developed mentally before being born, and they could start purging planets just a week after birth. Saiyans started walking about a week after birth, and they started talking after about six months. It wasn't a matter of being smart enough to talk, it just took a while to get used to using our mouth in that way.

I had wasted most of my energy throwing a tantrum earlier in the day, it would be just a little longer before I had regained enough energy to lash out again. Of course, the old man had just waved it of as a normal child temper tantrum. So I tried to ignore the old man's incessant babbling as he was walking us to a waterfall to meditate. I neither got the point of meditating nor did I get why you had to be near a waterfall to do it. The day I would start meditating was the day I would accept that ugly earthling name, Goku. As if that would ever happen.

Currently he was talking about this thing he found in the mountains once. I wasn't really listening, but there were still a few words that got through to me. Apparently it was an orange ball with four red stars in it. He thought it was amazing but I didn't get what the big deal was. Unless I could use it to somehow get stronger, I didn't have any use for it. That wasn't very likely to happen though.

That was another thing the man noticed about me. He said I was an exceptional martial arts talent. Of course I was talented at martial arts! I was a warrior! Ever met a warrior who couldn't fight? Sure, Frieza's goons used weapons, but even they could fight a little. But no, not humans. In general they were a weak race whose members couldn't even destroy a pebble with their bare hands. Too bad I couldn't tell him yet, since I wasn't able to speak just yet. It sure would be funny if I told him I was a warrior send here to kill all earthlings. Would he try to kill me? Probably not. No, he would try to turn me to the 'good' side. As if. Good luck with that, old fool.

He also made me the promise to train me later in my life. No way I would let him train me. Saiyans trained alone or with family or team members, but not with their victims. Here on Earth I would train alone. I actually already trained alone, for two reasons. Because I wanted to get stronger and to spite the old man. One time I trained heavily during the night and when the old fool awoke the next morning he thought a tornado had passed. He got a kick against his shins for that, no one belittled a saiyan's accomplishments without being punished, even if it was about tearing down a forest and part of a house.

However, the anger he caused in me by all of those things paled in comparison to one other thing. Every time he called us a family I actually wanted to jump and bash his brains out against a wall. We weren't family! How could he even suggest that I, a true saiyan, terror of the universe, was related to him, the old fool who didn't even know there was extra-terrestrial life. My family were saiyans, also proud warriors. The only family member I had ever met was my father and that was only for a few seconds before I got shipped off to this planet for purging. But family wasn't that important. They were just the people you spent time with when you weren't on a mission. The only thing I knew about my father was that his name was Bardock. I also knew I had a brother called Raditz. My mother's name however, I didn't know. But that wasn't important, I would learn it if I ever saw her again. That was all that mattered, I could recognise my family by name, and that was all that was necessary.

We were almost at the waterfall to meditate now. I felt my energy return and I knew I could throw one more tantrum before we got there. A smile crept on my face in anticipation. I was in the perfect position to surprise him. I was lying on some sort of lidded basket he carried on his back. All I had to do was stand up and give him a good kick in the back of his head, if I was lucky I might even knock him out for a while. I slowly stood up while trying to keep my balance. It wasn't very easy since he was walking, shaking the basket with every step. But when I raised my right foot to kick him, I suddenly lost balance. Normally I would just get up again and there wouldn't be a problem except for a wasted opportunity. But there was a small problem. Instead of reaching the ground after falling for a few feet as I expected, I continued falling for over a hundred feet.

I had fallen down a ravine. I hadn't noticed that we were actually walking along a small ledge, there was no ground for me to fall on. Too bad I hadn't learned how to fly yet. Every second the cold, unforgiving ground came closer. For once I decided to swallow my pride and call for help. I couldn't talk yet, but I could scream. And so I did. If the old man didn't help, I would die, perhaps he did have his uses after all.

"Goku!", I heard him shout in shock.

But then the rocks that were strewn around on the bottom of the cliff started to surround me. The last thing I felt was a splitting pain in the back of my head, then, nothing.

A lot of thoughts were flying through my head when I first became conscious again. For some reason it seemed that my head was empty, not a single memory residing in it. It was only after I started thinking about the questions rushing through my head, that I started to remember things. A few of the thoughts swimming in my head were for instance: 'Where am I?', 'What happened to me?' and most importantly 'Who am I?'.

Then it all slowly came back to me, starting with what were my most recent memories. I had fell down a ravine and hit my head. I remembered the old man, Gohan, taking care of me. He was really nice to me.

Older memories started to surface in my mind, and along with them came a mild headache. Why was I being mean to the man who took care of me? It didn't make sense, but I could remember kicking and biting him, for no apparent reason. If I could just remember why I acted like that.

Then I remembered! My name was Goku, no wait, it was Kakarot. No, it was Goku! How strange, did I have two names? That still didn't explain why I would hurt such a nice person. He was very patient with me, yet I kept repaying his help by attacking him.

That's when my oldest memories kicked in. Memories from my few hours back on planet Vegeta. I was a saiyan warrior send to purge planet Earth, to prepare it for the intergalactic market. The nice man, Gohan, had found me after my pod had landed on Earth. He thought I was left behind by my parents and decided to raise me. But I was a warrior, I didn't want to be raised, so I fought him. But for some reason I didn't feel that way anymore, now I felt like protecting him. Why did I change so suddenly? The only possible explanation was that it happened when I hit my head. The hard blow against my head must have knocked the evil out of me. For some reason that thought made me giggle. How strange, I used to be some sort of evil warrior. That just seemed, weird. Especially I didn't feel like hurting anyone right now. I did still feel like fighting, however. Apparently my giggling had attracted some attention, because a moment later Gohan ran into the room.

"Goku! You're awake! Thank goodness, I was so worried you wouldn't make it. Good thing you have such a hard head. I just hope you learned something from this.", Gohan said. His voice started out concerned but got slightly admonishing towards the end.

It was only now that I noticed my eyes were still closed. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the old man in front of me. My grandfather. Then a broad, happy smile spread out across my face, the first of many I would smile in my life. It was as I was looking at the man in front of me that I spoke my first word.

"Go'an", I got out with a little trouble.

Instantly a huge smile, almost as wide as mine, appeared on his face.

"Goku, it's your first word! I have to write this down somewhere", Gohan said with a happy grin on his face.

I wasn't really paying attention anymore. I was now studying the room I was in. Back when I was 'Kakarot' I didn't really pay attention to it. But now I found it fun just to look around.

"We have to celebrate this with a big meal", grandpa continued.

That got my attention back. I started to drool. Notwithstanding hitting my head, this day was perfect.

"You just stay here in bed Goku, I'll go prepare dinner", grandpa said before walking out of the room.

Wait, dinner? That would mean I would have been unconscious for the better part of the day. Then a horrifying thought came to mind. I missed lunch! No wonder I was hungry. I'd just have to wait a little bit longer until dinner was ready. My stomach growled in anticipation.

To kill time I studied the room a bit more. It was funny how things I didn't bother with before suddenly fascinated me after I hit my head. My room was pretty small, but the bed was very soft and the walls were a nice light yellow colour. There was also a wardrobe and a bookcase in the room. The bed looked really soft and inviting, but I was still a saiyan, I felt more like training a little.

So I quickly decided to go outside and train a little. I remembered grandpa telling me to stay in my room, but I didn't think he'd mind. I opened my window and jumped out of grandpa's house. No, wait, our home. For some reason that thought made me feel warm inside, I suddenly got the urge to go hug grandpa. I ignored it for the time being and walked away from the house so I had enough space to train. I had no shoes on and I enjoyed the feeling of the grass between my toes.

Once I got to a good spot I quickly got into a stance and started punching at the air. I got into an intense battle with an imaginary opponent. I had to use everything I had to even get close to hitting him. My opponent was a lizard-like creature with a white skin. It had a couple of purple spots on its body though. I didn't know how I imagined the creature, but it didn't really matter anyway. Even though I wasn't planning on killing all life on Earth I still wanted to be the strongest.

I was only brought out of my intense battle by my grandfather shouting inside the house.

"Goku! Dinner's ready!", he shouted loudly.

That definitely was a good reason to interrupt training. No true saiyan would ever pass up a good meal. I quickly rushed back inside the house and sat down at the dining table, waiting for Grandpa to tell me I could start eating. Grandpa looked a bit startled that I entered through the front door, not from my bedroom, but he decided to ignore it after a second. I sighed contently as I thought how it would feel to eat all the delicious food piled up on the table. I started drooling again.

"Wash your hands first Goku", grandpa said in a strict voice.

Slowly, I walked away from the table to go wash my hands, my stomach growling in protest. It suddenly crossed my mind that my real name wasn't Goku, but I quickly shoved the thought away. I liked Goku better, at least it didn't sound like a vegetable. Goku also was a human name, that way I could fit in better. It would be hard enough as it is with a tail.

When I got back to the table grandpa Gohan was already waiting for me.

"Alright, dig in Goku", he said in a happy voice.

He didn't have to tell me twice. I quickly started swallowing all the food I could reach at an inhuman speed. It looked as if the food was suddenly disappearing instead of being eaten. Luckily for him grandpa Gohan had expected this and had put aside a little food of his own. He still had to watch it though, I came close to eating it a few times. It wasn't long before I finished. I had barely eaten the last piece of meat and I was already back outside. Again training, this time however, the lizard-man didn't appear again. I could hear grandpa chuckling inside the house at my restlessness. I trained for several hours on end, and I was once again interrupted by the promise of food.

"Goku! It's time for dessert now!"

I immediately dropped the rock I had been trying to crush and ran inside. However, instead of the dessert I was expecting I got captured in a pair of strong arms. I then realised it was just a trick to get me to take a bath. I started struggling, but it soon became obvious I wasn't going to get out of this.

"Stop fighting Goku. I'll give you a bath one way or another", Grandpa said.

He then dragged me to the river and there took of my clothes. Since I still wasn't cooperating he threw me in the river.

"If you're a good boy and wash yourself then you'll get dessert once your clean."

That was enough of a motivation for me to wash myself. Gohan kept watch to ensure I actually washed and didn't just swim around a bit. And I was really hoping he would have left. After I finished grandpa walked towards the water and pulled me out. He then took a towel and dried me off before throwing me my clothes. My clothes consisted of a light green sleeveless top and black trousers. I also wore a pair of dark blue wristbands and a white sash around my waist. I didn't wear shoes. After I had finished putting on my clothes I looked towards grandpa with a questioning look on my face.

"Yes, yes, you'll get some dessert now", he said in an amused voice.

I grinned, excellent, I was still hungry. Once we were back inside the house Grandpa handed me some cookies. I quickly started eating again, slightly slower than during dinner though. Grandpa walked back outside to leave me to my cookies. He knew very well I wouldn't be parting with any of them.

"Goku! Come look at this!", he said loudly.

I wondered what was up. I quickly stuffed one last cookie in my mouth and walked outside. I was slightly concerned, was there something wrong outside?

"Look Goku! It's the full moon. Isn't it beautiful tonight?", grandpa said, admiring Earth's only natural satellite.

Once I heard that sentence I froze. I knew I couldn't look at the full moon, but it was too late already. I had caught a glimpse of it while turning my head away. I didn't want to turn into an oozaru. Unfortunately the transformation wasn't performed willingly. I hadn't learned to control my oozaru form yet, most saiyans never did. Only the strongest elite warriors ever bothered to learn to control the form. Then I felt the beast surface and I blacked out for the second time that day.

I slowly opened my eyes and winced at the bright light. Apparently it was morning again, and I was lying in my bed, naked. I knew I had transformed into an oozaru, or great ape, but I couldn't recall what happened while I was transformed. My clothes must have gotten ripped when I transformed.

"Goku! You're awake", I suddenly heard my grandpa say.

The old man was stronger than I thought, since he survived my oozaru form.

"Do you remember what happened last night?", he asked me.

I shook my head. I thought he was asking whether I remembered what happened while I was transformed.

"Well Goku, when there's a full moon a horrible monster comes out. So you have to promise me you will never go outside when there's a full moon. Also, don't look at the full moon", grandpa said in a serious tone.

Then I realised it, grandpa thought I didn't know about the transformation. I couldn't correct him however, I couldn't really speak yet. It would take a few more weeks until I could really hold a conversation. It was nice to hear grandpa wanted to protect me from myself. I'd just go with it for now, I could always tell grandpa sometime later. In the end it wouldn't really matter since I wasn't going to look at the moon ever again. I nodded at grandpa in promise. He looked satisfied.

"Good. Here are some new clothes, your other ones got a little torn up last night. Put them on and then we'll have breakfast."

That got me out of bed in an instant. It seemed as if life would be good from now on.

First chapter of my new story, I quite enjoyed writing this, especially 'evil' Goku. I don't know when I'll be able to update, but I'll try my best to not make you wait too long. Please review.