Hello everyone! Back when I still had Videl-101, I uploaded this story and a couple of people (maybe more) had liked it. Now, by request from a number of my friends, I have decided to re-upload this story. It is the darkest story that I have ever written and one of my favourites. Enjoy!

Note: Keep in mind that this story is in Gohan's point of view. Also, the planet Namek never existed, and the Cell Games occurred much later than it did in the series. So, in other words, this story is slightly AU.

WARNING!Rated M for lots of violence, profanity, and a bunch of shocking surprises here and there.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.

Identity ChangeChapter 1: Transformation

My father, that cruel, abusive, unforgiving bastard! For 12 years in my life, I had suffered under his terrible and abusive beatings that he had inflicted upon me. Ever since he had started his abusive turn of events, my fucking life had been a living hell for me. I am so glad that that freak is out of my life for good, but what he had done to me had consumed me so much since it haunts me.

Every day and night I had cursed the heavens, expressing my hurt and my rage; then I would sometimes break down but away from everyone else. Every time someone tries to help me out, I push him or her away from me by cursing him or her to go to hell.

My heart is no longer pure and innocent for it seeks revenge on my father for his cruel intentions. You might be asking how the fuck I seek this revenge while my father is dead and is rotting in hell. It is that simple; he used to always protect innocent people from any kind of danger. It was such a pity that he never did that kind of shit to me, his eldest son. Instead, he decided to abuse me and mentally and emotionally fuck me up. If his heart was set on protecting everyone, then I will make him suffer in hell by continuously and brutally killing individuals whom he had fought so hard for.

I do not give a fuck what anyone says or does about it, and it is not like they would defeat me either. Having hidden powers, I am the most powerful fighter on Earth. My speed and agility will cause me to become impossible to catch up with. Through this anger and grief that had taken over my heart, I had trained intensively to relieve any kind of stress; this made me even stronger. Even Vegeta, my father's rival, would not catch up with me. Life is sweet when you are a bad ass who is so powerful and fast, with no equal in this fucking world.

I stood up from my bed and walked to the bedroom mirror that was hanging on the opposite wall. Call me crazy, but I always look at myself to see the painful and scarred face of a young eighteen-year-old guy who had been physically abused for no reason. Probably the worst injury that I have ever gotten on my face happened when my father punched my face so hard that it gauged out my left eye. Shit, this disfigured appearance of my face depresses me so much every time I look at it, yet it reminds me of what I must do to get even with him.

I sometimes wish that my father had not fucked me up like this. My life had been a total nightmare. Why can't I just be treated with love and care? Now, all I do is hate, curse, and bottle up my hurt and wrath inside me except when I decide to go out to do training. Every day, I have thought of doing something drastic like suicide or self-mutilation, which was something that I did occasionally.

Fed up my appearance, I sharply turned my back on the mirror and headed for my closet. I opened the doors and my good eye caught site of the outfit in front of me. Pulling it out, I examined it closely. It was a snug, black, two-piece outfit with blades on the wrist. A pair of black boots and black gloves went with it. The headpiece was only a long piece of black cloth that I would wrap around my head. I had made this outfit a couple of years ago myself, and I am hoping that it will enable me to have a fierce disguise when I go out and slaughter thousands of innocent people.

You might think that I will just use my energy blasts to take on such a task, but that is where you are wrong. My grandfather gave me a couple of razor sharp katana swords for my fifteenth birthday because he decided that they might come in handy just in case I wanted to fight an opponent who had only fought with a sword. I also had fifteen kunai stars that were also given to me a long time ago by some person I did not remember. There was also a bunch of small bottles of a certain chemical that I would throw at my opponents in battle to blind them for a sneak attack. Again, I do not remember where I got such useful objects.

Smirking for I was ready to follow through with my decision, I changed from my casual, every-day clothes to these fighting clothes I had just pulled out and wrapped the piece of cloth around my head, covering the scarred slit where my left eye once was. I slung two sheaths across my back so that they criss-crossed and carefully slid the two katanas inside the sheaths, one at time. Kneeling down, I pulled on the boots and the gloves. Then, I fastened five stars to the chest area, and turned the rest of those and the small chemical bottles into a Dino cap.

Now, I was ready and fully prepared to take on a task that that bastard of my father would regret on seeing me do. After opening my window, I flew out, laughing silently and evilly.

A/N:Hope you enjoyed that. Sorry it's really short, but the rest of the chapters of this story are going to be pretty short. I'm not good at making short chapters. Anyway, please read and review!