Goku narrowed his eyes at the face looking at him through the cell window. Recent events had been confusing enough, but now, he was at a loss. He had no idea what had turned his friends and loved ones against him enough to lock him in a cell as he slept, leaving him in the hands of Piccolo, of all people. That was the problem. Piccolo was the problem- because it wasn't until his arrival that all of Goku's friends started acting like they'd gone mad.

"Good morning, Mr. Son."

Goku slammed his fist against the hard, clanging metal of the unbreakable cell door. "What is this?!"

"I apologize." Piccolo frowned and lowered his eyes momentarily. "I know this must be very confusing for you, but y-"

"Where's Chi-Chi? Where's her father?" Goku shook his head as he clenched his fists and trembled with rage. "Where is Mr. Roshi? Send someone over here, anyone but you!"

Piccolo chuckled. "You think this is my doing? That I snatched you away from them and locked you away without their permission?"

Goku opened his mouth to reply, but it hung open as he processed the meaning behind Piccolo's words. His brows contorted in bewilderment as Piccolo's expression became apologetic again.

"This is for your own good, Mr. Son. If we hadn't locked you away, the vampire would have turned you during the night."

Goku rolled his eyes. "Vampire? I told you, Vegeta is no vampire. He's my…"

Piccolo raised his brows when Goku faltered, but Goku blinked and searched for the appropriate title. Piccolo did make a good case for the ridiculous claim against Vegeta. Vegeta certainly was unusual, but Goku could tell Vegeta meant him no harm. Vegeta was no threat to Goku. About that, he was certain.

"…he's my…friend."

Piccolo laughed. "Is that all?"

Goku growled. "What do you mean 'is that all'? Get me out of here, Piccolo! It's daytime now! You have no reason to keep me in here!"

Piccolo's lips fell into a deep scowl. "Except that you're a danger to yourself."

Goku reached for the door handle and attempted to yank it open, to no avail. "Piccolo, you don't know anything about me! And I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Piccolo tilted his head in consideration. "It's nearly eight o'clock already. You didn't eat anything last night."

Goku raised his brows in shocked realization. He'd never skipped a meal before. He should have been starving after an entire night of fasting. But he wasn't hungry at all. Given the expression on Piccolo's face, it seemed that was exactly what Piccolo suspected.

Piccolo nodded knowingly. "Is the reason you'd like to come out that you'd like some breakfast? Because I can bring you some."

"What," Goku scoffed, "to be slipped through the door?"

Piccolo glared patiently back at Goku.

"I just want to get out of here!"

"So you're still not hungry?"

"If you're not going to let me out, let me speak to someone else who can!"

"Like Miss King?" Piccolo rolled his eyes. "You can't think I'm that foolish. The woman would do anything you ask her. You're just looking for the most vulnerable person you can handle and manipulate."

Goku laughed in disbelief. "What are you talking about? I said 'anyone else'. Come on, Piccolo. I would never hurt my friends, or myself. Really, how could anyone believe you? I don't know how you've convinced all my friends that there is something wrong with me." Goku shrugged. "I haven't changed at all since you've arrived."

"Really?"

Goku crossed his arms smugly. "Really."

"All right." Piccolo reached into his pocket and withdrew something outside Goku's field of vision. "Hold onto this for me, and I'll unlock the door."

As he reached for Piccolo's hand extending through the tiny window, Goku's smug smile remained. He felt relieved that he'd convinced Piccolo to let him out.

When their fingers touched, Piccolo smirked and eyed Goku expectantly. Once Piccolo released the item in his hand, Goku cried out in pain. The sizzle and smell of burnt flesh confirmed exactly what Piccolo needed to know.

Piccolo hung his head in disappointment. "You can't fool me, Kakarot."

Goku hissed through his teeth and grasped his wrist to eye the cross-shaped burn scorching his upturned palm, and then the fallen wooden cross laid on the ground of his cell. Piccolo watched closely as Goku recuperated from the burn and paced in his cell. Then, Goku flung himself at the door, causing Piccolo to stumble back in surprise from the sudden aggressive move.

"You've been talking to Vegeta, haven't you?" Goku chuckled with a glare. "He must've been furious - just like I am right now. You're interfering with something that is beyond your understanding!"

"So, you are Kakarot?"

Goku chuckled dismissively. "And just who are you?"

"You don't recognize my name from all those years ago?" Piccolo narrowed his eyes through the tiny window. "You should."

Goku narrowed his eyes pensively. "No. Sorry."

Piccolo growled, angered by the vampire's dismissal. "You killed my father!"

Goku's brows rose in surprise. "Oh?" His brows furrowed in concentration. "Well, that would've been a very long time ago. You must be a…"

As Goku trailed off, clearly putting together the pieces of what Piccolo was, but still not remembering who he was, Piccolo ground his teeth together with fury.

Someone he had spent more than a hundred years hating should have at least acknowledged their prior history. There was no doubt in Piccolo's mind now, seeing the dark look in Goku's eyes, that this man was indeed Kakarot. But he had to remind himself that Goku was still in there. The human could still be saved. He would need help from the others to reverse what was happening to Goku Son, but it was possible. Piccolo forced himself to take a deep, calming breath, rather than race in there to attack the murderous vampire.

"Well, that's interesting." Goku shrugged. "Still, I expect to be set free now, unless you're looking forward to a horrible, merciless death."

As a wicked smile crossed Goku's face, Piccolo shook his head fervently in disbelief. It was getting more difficult to see the good man standing in front of him, when such a monster was making threats. But Piccolo was better off saving that man, rather than facing that monster.

"Goku," Piccolo intently used his human name, "I hope you see now why you can't be set free. It wouldn't be safe for the people you care about. You're not yourself!"

Goku laughed and rolled his eyes at Piccolo's efforts.

"Dammit, Goku! Fight it! I know you're in there. Vegeta killed Bulma Brief! She killed Yamcha Puar and nearly killed Roshi! That man Nappa is good as dead, because he's not human anymore! You're our best chance of fighting this and turning everyone around. You need to pull through for everyone else's sake!"

Goku started to smile, but then gently furrowed his brows. His eyes widened innocently, and Piccolo heaved a sigh of relief. Goku was thinking differently, and that little change of thinking was exactly the window Piccolo needed.

Piccolo frowned sternly. "If anyone else dies because you gave in to your blood lust, then I will come after you, not Vegeta, for being the cause of their deaths."

Goku gasped in realization. "…No!"

He backed away towards the small cot in the center of the room, falling into it when his knees buckled against the frame. He held his head in his hands, slowly rocking with eyes wide and alarmed.

Piccolo accepted that as enough of a subduction to leave Goku safely unguarded for a few minutes. As much as he wanted to keep Goku out of contact with the others, he knew they would eventually demand to see him. But Piccolo needed to keep an eye on what was happening outside of the Brief home, without Goku overhearing the news. This could be his only chance to safely do so.

Before turning to make his brief escape from the hall outside Goku's cell, Piccolo scoffed at his softened nemesis sitting in that cell. It would be so easy to destroy Kakarot now, but Piccolo had too much pride to take out an enemy when he was down and vulnerable. Piccolo only hoped his decision wouldn't come back to haunt him later.

Goku was left alone with his guilt. Never had he thought such horrible things or spoken such cruel words about anyone, let alone the people he cared about. He didn't want to believe what Piccolo said about him, but he couldn't help but worry that maybe he was dangerous. Still, if these dark thoughts he was having were real, his being kept in a cell wasn't going to help anyone. He needed to get far away from the town if the others were going to be safe. He was scared of what he –of what Kakarot - might do.

Hours later, Goku's solitude was finally broken when Chi-Chi arrived to deliver his lunch. Piccolo had finally permitted her, her father, and Mr. Roshi to come, though the hunter still thought this was a bad idea.

Ox King and Mr. Roshi generously stood back, waiting down the hall, to allow Chi-Chi to be the first to visit Goku. She didn't go in immediately. She felt too much tension and anticipation over Goku's reaction to seeing her. Instead, Piccolo and Chi-Chi both stood outside the prison-like room, staring at each other speechlessly while an unsuspecting Goku stared down at the ground between his feet. Chi-Chi kneaded her fingers while Piccolo turned his gaze to the small window to watch the sobered man seated within the room.

Goku was right where Piccolo left him. He had his head lowered towards his lap, his hands loosely clasped together over his knees, and his feet stationed still on the stone floor. It almost looked as if he were in prayer. Piccolo twisted his lip pensively as he observed. He knew exactly what was happening to the young man, though he couldn't find the words to explain the unnatural situation to Mr. Son, or his fiancé and friends. He had no way of explaining to them that he might not just become a vampire, but the worst kind - one with a past.

Piccolo was so deep in thought that he hadn't realized Miss King was standing alongside him on her toes, peeking in at the same view. Piccolo inhaled sharply when he noticed the proximity of her presence. Instinctively, he stepped back from the window to give her space.

"Mr. Piccolo," Chi-Chi said emphatically, "I have to talk to him. He looks so sad and alone in there. He doesn't understand this anymore than I do." At Piccolo's disapproving frown, Chi-Chi added a vehement, "please."

Piccolo sighed in defeat. After only a few days of knowing Chi-Chi King, he already knew well enough to realize she would keep insisting relentlessly. Perhaps allowing her in would open her eyes. He wouldn't send her through that door without taking protective measures, though. Piccolo looked down the hall to Mr. Roshi. The man had respectfully kept his distance, but still stood at the safe distance in silent vigil of the man these people all seemed unnaturally attached to.

Given the recent events and Son's current condition, that attachment wasn't surprising to Piccolo. But it was obvious that people in that town had felt close to him since long before this crisis. Piccolo had never met a town filled with so much confounding loyalty to one man in all his years of walking the earth. As Piccolo ceased his deeper thoughts to look again at the old man, Roshi raised his gaunt chin, catching Piccolo's eyes with an understanding nod.

When Piccolo raised his index finger to Chi-Chi indicating for her to wait, the old man quietly croaked, "what do you need of me, Mr. Piccolo?"

"Your cross for Miss King. I want her to carry it for her protection if she is going in there."

Roshi nodded and reached into his deep overcoat pocket. "Here."

"Thanks." Piccolo accepted the proffered silver cross.

"I don't know why she needs that to see Goku, though."

Piccolo frowned. "No. And you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Piccolo turned from Roshi's dubious gaze to face Chi-Chi's appreciative smile. He walked forward and extended the silver cross to Chi-Chi's open palm. "Take this if you're going in there. You'll need it."

Chi-Chi's fingers curled possessively around the item before she turned to the closed door with a sharp inhale.

Warily, Piccolo reached for the cross in his own pocket while opening the door for Chi-Chi to enter. "Make this quick. Remember, he might not seem it, but your fiancé is a danger to you."

Chi-Chi smiled at Piccolo curtly before slipping through the door. Piccolo stationed himself outside the door, overseeing the interaction closely through the tiny cell window as Chi-Chi approached the seemingly despondent man.

Chi-Chi discreetly pressed the cross to her chest and breathed his name, "Goku?"

Goku's head raised at the familiar voice, his dark, innocent eyes meeting hers as he smiled. "Chi-Chi."

Upon seeing that relieved, heartwarming smile, Chi-Chi visibly relaxed and fell to her knees before Goku, a move that instantly caused Piccolo to tense.

"Chi-Chi, why am I being kept here like a prisoner?" Goku asked as his eyes locked on hers. "I don't understand what's happening. I feel so strange."

Chi-Chi swallowed hard as she pressed her free hand on Goku's shoulder. "I know, Sweetheart. But it's going to be alright. Piccolo's certain you'll recover if we keep you away from Prince Vegeta. We just need to get you better before we can let you out of here."

"Chi-Chi." Goku's smile stretched wider as he reciprocated the touch, reaching both hands to Chi-Chi's shoulders.

Piccolo narrowed his eyes through the window as Chi-Chi frowned apologetically at her fiance. "I'm sorry this has happened to you, Goku."

"What? What's happened to me?" Goku asked in frustration before looking pleadingly into his fiancé's eyes. "Please, Chi-Chi. I need to get out of here. You can help me, can't you?"

"Goku..." Chi-Chi replied with no firmness.

Piccolo knew she was yielding. She was going to give in! When Goku inched forward and Chi-Chi allowed it, Piccolo growled and reached for the door. By the time he stormed into the room, Goku was already planting his lips against Chi-Chi's. Piccolo gaped at the couple as the chaste kiss ended and Chi-Chi smiled at Goku. Then Goku wrapped his arms around Chi-Chi in a sudden embrace, rising to his feet along with her and holding her tightly. Chi-Chi's fingers loosened their grasp around the cross and her hand fell by her side while she returned his embrace. Goku breathed deeply, pressing his nose into Chi-Chi's neck as he rubbed her back.

"Mm, Chi-Chi..." Goku drawled before breathing deeply again. "You smell so good."

Chi-Chi laughed dismissively. "I'm sure I don't smell any different than usual."

As she moved to release the embrace, Goku resisted, holding her firmly in place. "Please don't go. Not yet."

"Goku, I can't stay."

"You'll help get me out of here soon?" Goku carded his fingers through Chi-Chi's ebony locks of silky hair and pushed the length of hair aside to expose the pale skin of her neck, which he studied in fascination.

Chi-Chi tensed. "I'll do whatever I can, Goku."

Goku sighed. "Good."

As Piccolo stepped forward and heard the cell door bang shut behind him, Goku raised his gaze to meet Piccolo's eyes, his innocent expression suddenly hardening into something Piccolo recognized as evil. Goku bared his fangs to the neck only inches from his lips.

"Chi-Chi!" Piccolo dove forward with his cross extended, shoving the religious emblem in the small gap between the fangs and their target until Goku jumped back from Chi-Chi with a hiss.

"Goku!" Chi-Chi wrapped a palm protectively over her neck and gawked at the suddenly wicked gaze of the man before her.

Goku sneered at the cross in Piccolo's hand and pressed his fingertips to the burnt flesh of his lip, which was already healing. As Goku's dark look morphed into a conflicted look of confused innocence again, Chi-Chi's chest heaved with a choked sigh.

"Chi-Chi..." Goku extended his shaking hands towards her, but that time, to Piccolo's relief, she backed away. "Oh, God, Chi-Chi, I-I don't know what came over me! I'm so sorry!"

When Goku reached and moved closer to Chi-Chi, Piccolo protectively embraced her and moved towards the door.

"Chi-Chi," Goku said, "you have to help me!"

Chi-Chi and Piccolo slipped through the door hastily and Piccolo slammed it shut before glaring at Goku through the window. Goku seemingly became exasperated as he turned his back to Piccolo, his shoulders shaking as he seethed, until he became loud enough to hear. The sound he was making, Piccolo recognized as laughter.

Goku turned around to smile cruelly at Piccolo. "You think you can keep her safe from me? You think you can stop Vegeta?" Goku laughed and haughtily threw his head back before sitting back down on the cot with his eyes fixed on Piccolo's scowl.

"I won't let vampires destroy this town." Piccolo said stubbornly.

Goku smirked, unimpressed. "Hm."

"I know you don't want to let this happen. You have to fight it, Son!" At Goku's defiant laughter, Piccolo growled. "You don't want any more people you care about dying, like Bulma Brief did, do you?"

Goku's smile fell, before his eyes widened in realization. "I-I don't want to kill Chi-Chi."

Piccolo glared. "Just what do you think you were about to do to her?"

Goku gaped in shock, then growled in frustration. "I have to leave this place! I need to return to Vegeta's castle!"

"The castle?" Piccolo narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. "That is something that simply will not happen."

Goku growled furiously as Piccolo turned to leave, abandoning Goku before one final, sad glance from Chi-Chi's beautiful face appeared to Goku through the window. Goku calmed at the sight of her, but as soon as she turned to leave, he collapsed on the ground in defeat.

He knew Vegeta would release him from that prison, and the two of them would be unstoppable as long as they were together. Yet, there was still a part of him that didn't want any of that - that knew how evil his desires were. The tug and pull of his emotions were becoming too much to bear. It felt like madness, these conflicting feelings.

While Goku struggled with his internal conflict in his cell, Piccolo marched to the other end of the hall at a hurried pace, intent and angered after his encounter with Kakarot...or Goku. It was Kakarot who angered him and none of these mortals could possibly understand it!

Mr. Roshi and Mr. King stood with eyes wide upon noting Piccolo's aggressive approach. They had no doubt that something was terribly wrong.

Piccolo didn't slow down in the slightest- he simply came to an abrupt halt once he reached the other men. "This problem is growing faster than I anticipated."

Mr. King gasped with a questioning look and extended a trembling hand towards Piccolo, until he noticed his daughter following closely behind, nearly in tears. "Chi-Chi, what happened?"

Mr. Roshi's brows lowered. "Is Goku alright?"

Chi-Chi opened her mouth to explain, but Piccolo hurriedly cut her off. "He's fine." He snipped. "Just stay away from him."

Ox and Roshi exchanged a glance. "Stay away from him?"

"Yes," Piccolo huffed, "as Miss King can tell you, he's not in the right frame of mind for visitors. He's not hungry, either, so don't worry about taking care of him. He's more than capable of handling himself."

Chi-Chi nodded in agreement, before averting her gaze from Roshi and her father's prying eyes. She did not want the others to see her like this. She didn't want to look weak or foolish, but she certainly felt that way after seeing Goku. She couldn't wash the image from her mind of that vicious smirk playing across his face. She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew that wasn't her Goku that nearly bit her. For a moment, he was someone else. Someone to fear.

"Whatever you do," Piccolo continued, "don't let him out of that cell. If you engage with him, he'll try to convince you that he needs to get out. But if you let him out," Piccolo glared sternly at all three of them, "then you let him play you, and you're going to get me killed."

Roshi raised a brow. "Get you killed? What are you going to do, Mr. Piccolo?"

Piccolo clenched his jaw and glared into the distance. "What I have to, before it's too late."

The disbelieving, worrisome stares the others gave him did nothing to dissuade Piccolo from his determination. He has to kill Vegeta while the sun was still up and he still had the advantage. He knew he would have to go through Nappa, but he was more than willing to bear that struggle, if it meant putting an end to the vampire's succession.

"Alright," Roshi said, "well, let me-"

Piccolo brashly powered through the two men to make his way towards the stairs at the end of the hall. "I'm going alone."

He would head straight for Prince Vegeta's castle, to arrive there well before sunset. He would put a stake straight through Prince Vegeta's heart while he slept. Then the vampires would be no more, and Goku Son could continue on through his mortal life.

Chi-Chi looked over her shoulder, her heart racing as she looked towards that cell as if expecting Goku to emerge and attack. Sympathetically, Roshi wrapped an arm soothingly over Chi-Chi's shoulder. He had no idea what had happened in that cell, but it was clear to him that Chi-Chi King was suddenly scared of Goku.

Roshi frowned and shook his head in disappointment. He had no idea what had come over the young man he'd so long admired, but this unnatural phenomenon was certainly taking a toll on their peaceful town. Roshi found himself staring towards that distant cell door as well. He wouldn't want to see what had the fearless lady so worried, and the confident expert so rattled. Whatever was happening to Goku, he knew it was a real problem.


Piccolo clenched his stake securely in his grasp as he stood under the warm sun, at the entrance of Vegeta's castle, preparing himself for an inevitable second battle with the vampire's goon. This time, he would have to win.

Piccolo growled determinedly as he raised his foot, forcing it through the looming castle doors with inhuman strength. The double doors buckled under his force, creaking and groaning loudly after they flew open with a boom. Piccolo stepped inside, crouching into position as he expected at any second an unwelcome greeting from Nappa after that loud entrance.

However, after bearing a few minutes of tense apprehension, Piccolo realized no one was coming. Bewildered, he furrowed his brows as he stood upright in a relaxed position. Nappa had to be away from the castle. That was the only way to explain this. Reassuring as that seemed, it worried Piccolo.

A slave would not leave his master unguarded during the hours of sunlight on his own-not unless he was sent away for a purpose. That purpose- whatever it was- couldn't be good. However, taking out Vegeta could circumvent that unknown problem, and Piccolo had the perfect opportunity to do that now. With a deep breath of preparation, Piccolo proceeded towards the dark basement room that was Vegeta's sanctuary.

When Piccolo reached the cool, hard landing in the basement below, the oppressively thick air hit him just as hard as the blinding darkness. Piccolo felt around in his pocket with his free hand, searching for a match. When he found one, he struck it against the nearest surface beside him, squinting as the scratch of the match was followed by a small flame blindingly brightening the dark room.

As Piccolo's eyes adjusted to the murky lighting, he turned his head, seeking any sort of tomb or coffin where the vampire might be resting. This task felt familiar and comfortable. Piccolo knew he could easily kill Prince Vegeta now. He had done this hundreds of times during his lifetime. A small smile tugged at his lip when he sighted the prince, tucked beneath a thin blanket of soil within an old, hearty crate. His smile widened as he squeezed the stake in his hand intently.

But as he moved the match to hover directly over the soil and Vegeta's partially concealed evil form, the small flame illuminated another structure beside the vampire's tomb. Piccolo waved the flickering flame back and forth over the similarly shaped, wooden piece of furnishing. His smile turned down into a frown as he recognized that it was exactly the same thing Vegeta was laying in, but vacant.

Piccolo gasped. He knew exactly for whom that uninhabited tomb was intended. How he wished it was him that he was about to stake, rather than Vegeta. When the scorching heat of the burning match flame reached Piccolo's inept fingertips, Piccolo caught himself staring into space, his eyes intently focused on that empty coffin. He threw the burnt out match to the ground, allowing his eyes to adjust to the basement's pitch darkness as he stood in deep thought.

He wanted his revenge. As easy as it would be to destroy Vegeta and therefore the current threat in that moment, it also meant sacrificing his revenge. Piccolo knew that if Vegeta lost the chance to turn Goku, Piccolo would lose with ithis chance for revenge against Kakarot. His revenge wasn't guaranteed if Kakarot was turned - far from it. But at least he still had a chance. If he went through with this, there would be no chance of ever claiming his righteous revenge.

Piccolo grumbled to himself as he took a step back, his conflicted feelings weighing heavily as he recognized the fact that against his selfish desires, it was best for everyone if he took out Vegeta, as he promised.

Piccolo raised the stake over the inhabited crate he could barely make out in the darkness. He was intent to strike, but the stake trembled in his hand. Piccolo felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple as he sunk his sharp teeth into his bottom lip. Finally, he broke from his frozen state, growling his fury as the stake swung to his side and he turned his back on the sleeping monster. He heaved a few heavy breaths as realization set in. He couldn't do this. He couldn't destroy his only hope by his own hand. He couldn't let Kakarot slip through his fingers.

Wrong as he knew it was, Piccolo had to let this play out. As Piccolo proceeded through the darkness to reach for the rail of the hidden staircase, he wondered how he would break the news of his failure to the others when he returned to the Briefs residence. Truthfully, he wasn't all that worried about what they thought. To use Kakarot's words, this was beyond their understanding. They had no right to interfere or question his decision, even if it was going to ultimately result in the death of someone for whom they cared. They could get over it. Piccolo had suffered much longer with his loss.

When Piccolo reached the top of the stairs and his eyes lit on the upper rooms, he inhaled sharply in realization. Apparently, he'd spent longer in that basement than he intended to. The far-off entryway, which should have been illuminated by sunlight, was growing dark. He was taking a great risk, being at that castle at such an hour. Hurriedly, Piccolo left the castle, before Nappa would return or Prince Vegeta would wake. He refused to run from the castle like a coward, but that didn't stop his heart from pounding furiously in his chest until he was safely far from the castle.


Goku had grown tired. It was obvious that no one was letting him out. He hadn't had a visitor since that horrible encounter with Chi-Chi, and he could tell by the dimming light from the tiny exterior window near the ceiling that nighttime was already approaching. If everyone else was really so scared of a vampire, Goku imagined they, unlike him, would be on edge right now. Goku simply laid staring at the ceiling, his back resting on the uncomfortable cot as he waited for something, anything, to happen.

When he noticed shuffling sounds and movement in his peripheral vision, from just outside the window of the cell door, he turned to place his feet on the ground. "Who's there?"

As Goku approached the door, he narrowed his eyes to view through the tiny window, until he saw the color of skin and movement again. He recognized the figure as a large male who had moved too quickly for Goku to recognize. Once he reached the door, something small and dense slid through the crack beneath it to bump against his bare foot.

Goku looked down to spy a small brass key, then up again quickly to sight his hasty visitor turning around to make his way down the hall. Goku leaned his face against the small window, following the disappearing figure with his eyes as he contorted his brows in confusion. "Nappa?"

The older man did not bother to turn; he simply hurried away, leaving Goku alone again. Goku picked up the key and eyed the keyhole on the door. Certainly, no one was around anymore, or Nappa wouldn't have been wandering the halls outside his cell.

Goku knew everyone said it was for his own good to stay in there, but he really didn't think he could stay in that cell any longer. Besides, if he was so dangerous, he didn't want to be around everyone he endangered any longer. He needed to put some space between himself and them. Staying in that cell was giving him the impending feeling of something disastrous about to happen, especially with the night approaching.

Goku took a deep breath and exhaled before putting the key in the lock. He hoped everyone could understand, or at least forgive him for this. But right now, he felt there was only one person who could help him understand what was happening. He would go to him, and hopefully set things straight. Goku quietly closed the cell door behind himself.

He heaved a heavy sigh and raised his gaze toward the ceiling. "I'm sorry, Chi-Chi."

As Goku walked down the empty hallway undetected, he worried how his overprotective fiancé would react once his disappearance was discovered. He still felt terrible about what happened earlier with her. He did look forward to seeing Vegeta again, though. Just the thought of him brought Goku some relief from all the tumult and chaos happening in his mind. Vegeta would surely welcome him back, and he would know what to do.