There were people around him talking, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. He tried to open his eyes, but there was an incredibly bright light that was making it painfully difficult. Finally, his eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lights above, and he was able to fully see where he was.

A hospital. In a hospital bed to be precise. The reason why he couldn't move his body? Most of it was in a cast. To his surprise, his friends were in the room with him. Goku was sitting in a chair by the wall talking to Bulma, and Krillin was standing near the bedside. To his not so pleasant surprise, Vegeta was there too, eyes closed, arms crossed, standing in a corner of the room.

"W-what's going on?" Was all he could voice. His throat was really dry, it was as if he hadn't had a drink in days.

"Hey! You're awake!" Krillin said in a happy tone. "How ya feel'in?"

"Yamcha!" Bulma got up and stood by his bed side.

"Water…"

"Oh sure! I'll go ask a nurse for some!" Krillin ran out to the hall of the hospital ward to flag down a nurse.

Goku approached the bed. "Hey buddy, how you feel'in'?" Goku tilted his head and let out a little smile. "Sorry about the hospital stay, Yajirobe hasn't gotten the new crop of sensu beans in just yet." Yamcha felt a twinge of concern as to why his friend was acting so sweet and not acting his normal happy child-like self. Granted, he was also concerned as to why he was in the hospital in the first place, he couldn't remember a thing.

Krillin came back in with a cup of water. "Here you go. This should help some."

Yamcha realized he only had use of one arm again. The other was frozen in place by a cast that ran along his torso and down both legs. Bulma clicked a little remote on the side of his bed that made it raise him up some, so that he could drink. He took the small plastic cup Krillin handed him and raised it to his parched lips. The liquid brilliance of the cool water was something else.

Finally able to think somewhat again, Yamcha looked at his friends. "Guys...What happened?" His concern grew as his saw his friends expressions.

"Well, uh...where to begin." Krillin nervously looked at Goku. Bulma just kept her head tilted towards the floor.

"Well...you see…" Goku scratched his head. "Well, it started...hm. We had to...uh." The warrior stuttered as he tried to find his words.

"For Kame's sake Kakarott, just say it." Vegeta snapped from the corner of the room. He glared at Yamcha. "You went all wolf man on us, went ballistic and went on a killing spree in the city before Kakarott and I were able to stop you." Vegeta looked at Goku. "See? Was that so difficult?"

Goku shot Vegeta a disapproving look, then peered down at his friend who was lying there trying to understand what had happened to him.

Yamcha was confused. "W-what are you talking about?" A pounding in his skull had him place his good hand up to rub his temple. When did this happen? He realized his head was wrapped with a bandage, and underneath there was a bruise that was very tender. He had been fine. Something had happened in West City, but he was in the accident, not the reason for it. His friends, seeing the upset building, jumped to trying to comfort him.

"But it's going to be okay, we can wish everyone back with the Dragonballs! Gohan is already out collecting them so we can summon Shenron." Goku tried consoling his friend.

Still rubbing a less tender spot on his temple, Yamcha shakily asked "How...how long have I been here?"

"Three days." Krillin chimed in.

'I was out for three days? What in the hell happened there? Yamcha turned to Krillin. "What about the cracks? The drone people? The entire city was collapsing." Suddenly remembering, he shot a look at both Goku and Vegeta. "And where the hell were you two?"

Everyone just stared at him in confusion. The awkward silence was deafening. Krillin reached out and gingerly held his hand in the cast. "Yamcha, buddy. What are you talking about? None of that happened." The little bald man looked at his long time friend with pity in his eyes.

"Yes it did. I was there!" Yamcha angrily said. "I was just walking around town. I got Bulma some flowers, I heard what sounded like buildings collapsing, people were screaming, and before I knew it, all hell broke loose!" He closed his eyes and cupped his head in his good hand as the headache seared through his brain from his emotions rising. "I didn't turn into it. I know I didn't. I was fine." He felt hot tears begin to well up in his eyes. Quickly, he turned away from his friends.

No one knew how to proceed next. Their friend was obviously delusional through the entire ordeal, but they were unsure how to make him understand that.

Quietly, Goku finally broke the silence. "Let me try and start from the beginning. Three days ago, about mid-day, I felt your ki spike from all the way over at my house. I knew it was you, but it was different from your regular ki signature. I knew it as the same ki as when you transformed in the woods when I was a kid."

Yamcha, getting his emotions under control gave Goku a look of concern. When he had transformed in the woods long ago in front of Goku, he had been away from other people. At the time, his transformed state had been stronger than little Goku, and he had unintentionally hurt him before the young warrior understood that he needed to stay away until his friend hopefully returned to normal. That time the curse had run its course. Secretly, Goku and Bulma had carefully watched him wander and hunt in the woods, making sure no one came close. After that, Bulma began working on a cure, or at least something to stop the transformations.

Goku nodded as if to agree with what Yamcha was thinking. "You were bigger than I remember, stronger too. Maybe it's because you've grown and become a stronger fighter." Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, the Saiyan grew a stern look on his face. "By the time I got to the city, you had already done some damage. Vegeta was already there trying to stop you." Goku turned and looked at Vegeta. The Prince nodded in agreement.

Yamcha glanced over at Vegeta, he wasn't fond of the fact that the Prince had seen his transformation. The painkillers had been wearing off, and his body was beginning to rebuke the carelessness of not providing it more. But Yamcha held off from the morphine drip, he wanted his mind to stay clear so he could understand what had happened. Painfully, he looked back at Goku. "So I did change."

Goku and Krillin both nodded. Their friend was beginning to understand.

"What else?" He laid back on his pillow and readied himself for the answer, it was easier to stare up at the tile ceiling then strain himself to look at them. The creature he transformed into was nothing two Saiyans couldn't take care of, his body's screams were evidence of that. He was worried about what happened between the time he turned and the time they took him down.

"When I got to the scene, you were in the process of throwing a car into a building. Vegeta wasn't able to get the car before it hit the building." Goku paused, his brows furrowed at the unpleasant memory. "There were people in both the car and the building, I'm not sure how many made it out of that one. I had tried to get your attention by throwing a few ki blasts your way. I was hoping to lure you out of the city that way. It didn't work. The creature must have some defensive power, because it absorbed the blast as if it were nothing. Vegeta and I had to resort to more physical means to get you to stop destroying the city." He nodded in the direction of the body cast. "I'm sorry we had to hurt you so bad. It took more force than I expected to get you to revert back to you. By the time we did, there wasn't much time, so we rushed you here."

The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. What he had thought in the woods was him suppressing the transformation, must had been some kind of hallucination to allow the other side of him out. It had all seemed so real. "What about a floral shop?" Yamcha asked in a hollow tone. From the corner of his eyes he could see both Goku and Vegeta's faces twitch at the question.

Goku shaking his head. "I don't think we need to…"

"That was a bad sight even for my eyes." Vegeta growled from the back corner. "Why do you ask?

So he had gone to a floral shop, it was just that the hallucinations had changed the setting to keep his human mind at ease. Feeling his heart ache at the weight of the news of what he had done "No reason" was all he could say.

Still in his corner, the Prince continued. "It was quite an impressive sight. The beast is not completely animalistic, you walked on your hind legs, but had the appearance of a wolf-man hybrid. A true Otsoa." Vegeta said with a small smile playing on his lips. "I never thought I would see a real one, but my, you are a real one alright."

Yamcha couldn't muster the energy to ask what the Saiyan was talking about. He had never heard of an Otsoa. Why would he call him that? This was just a virus he had been forced to bear at a young age.

Bulma, seeing the aggravation and confusion in Yamcha's face suddenly raised her head and joined in the conversation. "While we have been waiting for you to wake up, Vegeta happened to mention he had heard stories of another race that has the same characteristics as you do. Supposedly they transform without the ability to control themselves, and when they are in their beast state they…" Bulma hesitated.

"Have an unquenchable bloodlust." Muttered Vegeta from the corner.

"I think it could be what that man was who did this to you…" She said sympathetically "The virus must be transferrable through the bite of someone who's infected."

"So there's more of them?" Yamcha let out a groan. He really needed that morphine, if they could all just hurry it up a bit.

"There are. But it's almost a myth at this point. Otsoa are seen so few and far between, most mothers only tell their children the story to scare them into being good." Vegeta shifted in the corner. "I never heard about how you become an Otsoa, I had no idea it was transferable in that way. As bad as the symptoms are, if I had to guess, I would say most of them probably kill themselves off before transferring it to someone else."

"And I just got the crazy one." Yamcha sarcastically murmured. He was beginning to fade in and out. Exhaustion and pain were winning the battle against sleep. Remembering something from earlier in the conversation, Yamcha asked. "You said Gohan was getting the Dragonballs. Why?"

His friends paused again, unsure of whether he had been understanding the entire conversation up to that point. Krillin quietly said "Yamcha, there were a lot of people…"

"You slaughtered them. Got it?" Vegeta snapped from the corner again. "Maimed, dismembered, shredded. Men, women, and children. Something Frieza would be proud of."

"Vegeta!?" Goku exclaimed.

"It's the truth, I don't know why you all are trying to sugar coat it." The Prince readjusted himself into the corner.

'A lot of people? How? They must have stopped me before I could do too much.

"Look, we did stop you from tearing the whole city apart. But there were a lot of buildings that you were able to destroy, between trying to stop you and not kill you, we just weren't able to get everyone out in time" Krillin said with a sympathetic look as he patted his friend's hand gently.

The guilt of what had happened began to weigh too heavily on his chest. He had lost control. Killing hundreds of innocent people. Anger and self loathing began to envelope him. All he could do was slowly shake his head, trying to stop the war that began to rage in his head. He felt himself being pulled backwards into his mind, little dots of black began to pop into his vision.

"Okay, guys, I think that's enough for right now. Let's let him rest a bit shall we?" Bulma said, looking at her pale boyfriend with a concerned expression.

Goku nodded his head. Placing a comforting hand on Yamcha's shoulder. "It will be alright." The Saiyan could only imagine the pain and heartbreak his friend must be enduring. To lose total control of one's self and actions, and to be such a destructive force during it, that would be a hard cross to bare. It would take some time, but with reviving everyone who had died, and with the new antidote Bulma said she had created, Goku knew his friend would get through this incident. With that, the earth's savior walked out of the room.

Bulma turned off the lights and waved for Vegeta and Krillin to exit the room as well. Before closing the door, she turned to Yamcha "Get some rest okay? I'll be back soon." The closing door took with it the little bit of light that remained in the room.

Yamcha felt numb. He just stared at the ceiling of his hospital room in the dark. His body felt stiff from being in the bed and the cast. His joints creaked as he tried to reposition himself.

A woman's screams suddenly rang in his ears. He quickly looked around. The room was still empty, and the hallway that lay beyond the door remained silent. The voice had been in his head. Another scream. 'Please, please help! Someone help us!' the voice echoed, a recent haunting memory. He closed his eyes and tried to shake the voice from inside his head. Crimson splashes dotted the black landscape behind his eyes. Quickly opening his eyes again, he saw something like a burnt imprint in front of him. A woman kneeling in rubble, screaming, holding on to a man that lay in her arms. There was smoke and debris all around, and she was covered in dust and blood. The woman's screams grew louder and more blood curdling. The heart monitor he was hooked up to began to chirp as it danced to the rhythm of his ever quickening heart beat.

A nurse came running into the room. The injured patient lay in the bed covered in sweat, and trembling from what appeared to be some form of panic attack. The nurse placed her hand on his shoulder trying to calm him. Unsure of what was reality and what were his hallucinations, he jerked away at the unfamiliar touch, the nurse heard the plaster cast crack.

"Sir, sir, I'm going to need you to relax." She said as she pushed the button to call in another nurse.

Flashes of blood covered kitchens swirled into pictures of blood soaked floral shops. There were bodies strewn around. Their cold, dead stares pierced his mind. The screams echoed in the hallways of his mind.

Finally, the screams began to die down, the visions became blurrier, and his heartbeat began to slow down. Sleep began to embrace him as the nurses took the tranquilizing needle from his vein.

"Do you think he's gonna be alright?" Krillin said as he peered at Bulma, then back at the gooey, indiscernible objects on his dinner tray that were trying to pass as food.

Bulma nodded her head. "I created a new antivirus that should last for a long time." Empathy and sadness came over her, she turned and looked out the window of the hospital's cafeteria. "Psychologically, however, I don't know how he's going to do. Yamcha doesn't even like hurting people, let alone killing people."

"You get use to it. The strong survive and the weak crumble." Vegeta said, hitting the hospital vending machine that was holding his soda hostage.

Bulma looked over at the Saiyan. "Something tells me he doesn't have the same resolve towards that sort of thing as you do Vegeta."