I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern,
To buy me a bottle of beer.

He entered the house, slowly making his way through the hallway and into the kitchen as if he had never set foot in the place before.

And I sat me down by a tender young maiden,
Whose eyes were as soft as her hair.

The smell of something good filled the room as Chichi stood over a hot stove. She turned and smiled when she saw him, her loving eyes glowing brightly as she greeted the man she loved.

And as I was searching from bottle to bottle,
For something un-foolish to say.
That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows,
And smilingly stole her away.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a strong embrace. He watched her smile, hugging him back.
"Goku…"
"You wanna get out of here, Chi?" he asked her, looking at her through his dark eyes. "Let's go on vacation."
"You mean now?" she laughed. "Goku, Bulma and Vegeta are coming over for dinner. They'll be here soon."

I said "Hey, little girl, don't you know he's the devil.
He's everything that I ain't.
Hiding intentions of evil,

"Oh yeah." He replied without a single change in his tone. "I guess I forgot."
"You never forget dinner!" she teased, pulling away from him. "Are you alright?"
He simply watched her for a while, and answered.
"'Course I am, Babe." He said darkly. "'Course I am." He smirked at the confused look on her face as he approached her. He pulled her back into an embrace, holding her tighter than before. "Hey…" he nodded towards the large pot of stew she had boiling on the hob. "How long's that gonna take?"
"A while yet." She sighed. "Be patient, okay?"
He smirked again, and turned the heat down. "Well how about now?" he shot her a dark, lustful glance before tightening his grip on her. She looked into his eyes, blushing.
"Goku…"

Under the smile of a saint.
All he's good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin' his share of the blame.

Chichi giggled loudly as he started to kiss her, roughly planting his lips all over her neck and chest.
"Goku! The boys –"
"They're out." He cut her off, sinking his teeth into her neck.
"Ow!"

And some people swear he's my double,
And some even say we're the same.

She breathed heavily as he kissed her mouth, bruising her lips. He grabbed her waist roughly, destroying all her chances of escape and teleported them into the living room where he threw her onto the couch. He watched her wince in pain as she landed.

But the silver-tongued devil's got nothing to lose,
I'll only live 'til I die.

He lay on top of her with his hands clasped tightly over her wrists, pinning her down. She flinched at the tightness of his grip.
"Goku, you're hurting me…"
"Oh come on Chichi, you always like it better when I'm here." He smirked. She looked at him, confused.
"What –"

We take our own chances and pay our own dues,

"Oh." He looked at her, cutting her off again. "By the way, that's not my name. So don't call me that, okay?" her eyes widened as he shot her another dark glance, his grip tightening so hard she could feel her bones beginning to snap. She took a final breath, and he silenced her.

The silver tongued devil and I."

Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him,
She knew in her heart that he'd lied.

Chichi lay still on the sofa, her wrists snapped. Her skin remained unharmed but the veins and arteries underneath were so damaged that they were already starting to form thick, black bruises on her once perfect skin. The bruises ran all around her wrists and down her forearms. Her injured limbs were swollen. Around her neck were more bruises from where he'd locked his hands around her throat and watched her struggle to break free. Her eyes were still open. Her lips were slightly parted. She looked beautiful.

Nothin' that I could have said could have saved her,
No matter how hard that she tried.

Goku sat beside the sofa, numb. His breathing was heavy, his eyes wide as he moved them from his wife's lifeless body to his tightened hands, still slightly curved from grabbing her throat. He looked back at her again, frantic. He couldn't even remember getting off her, he had no idea how he ended up on the floor beside the sofa. The only thing he could remember clearly was begging for her life.

'Cos she'll offer her charms to the darkness and danger,
Of somethin' that she's never known.

He shut his eyes tight, forcing the world to change. Forcing time to move backwards for just a few seconds. To just put him back into that moment when she was still alive, when he still had the chance to save her. When he failed her.

And open her arms at the smile of a stranger, Who'll love her and leave her alone.

"Chichi?" he opened his eyes to the sound of voices. The realisation of what he had done had shocked him so much that he hadn't even heard the door knocking. It was open. He didn't remember leaving it open. He didn't even remember coming home. He didn't remember seeing Chichi not in pain…
"Bulma, let's go. It's obviously a prank." Vegeta's gruff voice drew nearer. Goku sat in silence, staring through the open doorway of the living room into the corridor.
"Oh please Vegeta, not everyone's out to get you." Bulma walked past the living room into the kitchen, not even noticing the broken earthling that sat watching her.
"Where's Goten?" Trunks' voice…
"I don't know – why don't you go outside and find him –" Goku's eyes widened as Vegeta stepped into the doorway. He stared at the Vegeta. Vegeta stared at him.
"Kakarotto…?" he said. "What's wrong with you?"

And you know, he's the devil.

Goku didn't move his gaze from Vegeta. His body shook, his lips trembled and he battled to choke out even the smallest of words. Vegeta moved his eyes to the sofa, and lost his breath at what he saw.

He's everything that I ain't.

"V-Vegeta…" Goku managed to gag. "Please…"

Hiding intentions of evil,
Under the smile of a saint.

Vegeta turned back to him, his face turned in disgust. A deep, dark disgust that boiled through Goku's soul.
"Goku? Is Goku there?"
"Bulma, don't come in here –" Vegeta's words were cut off pitifully as Bulma entered the room and looked straight towards Chichi.

All he's good for is getting in trouble,

Bulma gagged and clasped her hands over her mouth, tears forming in her eyes.
"Oh –" she ran out of the room.

And shiftin' his share of the blame.

"What is it, Dad?" Trunks' voice was so close by.
"Trunks!" Bulma screamed from the kitchen. "Don't go in there! Vegeta, get him out of the house!"

And some people swear he's my double,

Goku watched as Vegeta stood there, motionless. He swallowed, his heart racing.
"Vegeta…" he whimpered. "It wasn't me. Please – you gotta believe me."

And some even say we're the same.

"… Goodbye, Kakarotto." Was all Vegeta had to say. Goku became frantic as he watched the prince turn away, ushering a young Trunks out of the house and following closely behind.

But the silver-tongued devil's got nothing to lose,

"Dad, what happened?"
"Just go outside."
"Vegeta!" Goku cried out after them, the sound of their fading voices panicking him even further. "Vegeta, please! Vegeta!"

I'll only live 'til I die.

He watched as Bulma came back into view. She stood in the doorway, staring at him. A look of complete and utter loss engulfed her face as she tried to figure out what the hell had happened.
"Goku…" she choked through tears. "Why…?"
"It wasn't me." Goku pleaded. "I tried to save her."
"Then who was it…?" Bulma whispered. "Please… tell me." Goku lowered his eyes, knowing she wouldn't believe him.

We take our own chances and pay our own dues,

"It was… Kakarotto."

The silver tongued devil and I.