Cracks appeared on the ground as he smashed his knee into it. Drops of sweat combined with blood fell on the shattered soil as he tried to breath. His gaze never moved away, he simply kept staring at the wet marks on the ground. He could feel every muscle ache, every single bone in his battered body hurt. As he supported his tired body from falling, he wondered if this was it, their demise...
The black-haired man forced his head up, to see if his companions were even alive. His weary eyes moved to the right, where he could see the giant, muscular warrior lying on the ground, not moving at all while bathing in its own pool of blood. He was sure that the bald male was gone, perhaps already in hell with rest of their dead race. As he took a breath, his lungs felt on fire, however, he shifted his dark orbs to the left, only to see a long-haired man buried under the pile of boulders. He cursed mentally while he tried to call out the man's name, but the words never left his throat.
He could only try to surpass the pain and remain quiet, there was nothing they could do, after all. They were done for, they were too naive, arrogant and overconfident in their strength. His wild hair danced on the wind as he thought how stupid they were to take on such a monster. The black-haired man moved back, helping himself with a hand in the process and facing forward.
There was another man, barely standing on its feet while the monster wore a mad expression. As the blood kept dripping from his chin, he wondered if the flame-haired man could even move, let alone fight. The smaller man might be standing, but he knew just how hard it was to do even that. He looked away, completely broken and ashamed of himself. Just how could he, a warrior let that thing mock them, play with them and their entire race. They were nothing but a bunch of toys for that guy's amusement and the saddest thing was, they couldn't do a thing about it.
"H-How!? We hit him with everything we got and yet, he still lives! Dammnit, we have failed miserably!" The man looked down in shame as he closed his fist tightly, crushing the tiny rock that was on the ground. "W-What else... just what else it there to do!? What!?" Shouted the wild-haired man to himself as he gritted the teeth and shook. However, only a second later he was forced to snap and look up.
Their enemy's expression was that of pure disgust and hatred. The creature was covered in bruises and half of its tail was missing. "How dare you? You insolent filthy monkeys! I'll get rid of your kind once and for all, right here and now on this desolate planet!" Shouted the creature with a vile and high voice. "You, I'll take you out just like I did your father! There's no more coming back for you and your lot!" As the left hand was raised, a pinkish glow started to surround it.
He knew this was about him. The man stared at the pink light until it reached its peak. With a simple swing, the creature fired a big ki slash at him. He could see it approaching fast, he even caught the prince shouting something at him, probably to dodge, but he was too tired for that. This was it, the end of not only his life but their entire race. He could feel the ki closer and closer along with its burning heat. It was about to strike and send him to a nice reunion with his bald comrade and the rest of their race, in hell. However, the slash struck something, but it wasn't him.
He could hear whimpering noises and the struggle. The young man looked up, only to have his eyes wide open in shock. "Y-You fool! Just what are you doing!?" He screamed, but only for two seconds before his throat gave up. He placed a hand around it, while with the other trying to reach towards the man in front.
As the man fought and tried to push the slash made out of ki back, his long hair swayed wildly behind. Slowly, the armbands began to disintegrate along with the rest of the armor. New cuts appeared on his body as he held the attack at bay. "H-Have no idea... guess I have gone soft, baby brother. At least, I'll die with some pride and like a true saiyan warrior, on a battlefield!" Growled the warrior as he tried to lift the blast and throw it into the green sky, however that was something he failed on doing.
The attack was too strong and the struggle made the blast to detonate. Ground broke and shook from the explosion which sent the younger male flying for several meters. He crashed with his head against the ground and rolled for a few meters before he managed to stop. After he managed to push himself to his knees, he looked at the spot filled with smoke. His black pupils shook as he waited for the smoke to clear and once it did, he just kept staring at the unmoving body of his older brother.
"That wasn't the one, but a monkey is still a monkey... Only two more and it's all over!"
Year 761.
Rain poured on the abandoned city from dark and thick clouds. The clouds were occasionally illuminated by unpredictable lighting that struck the solid ground. Because of the strong wind, the damaged buildings would fall on the ground but it wasn't dangerous for anybody, simply because there wasn't anyone in this destroyed city. The whole city was empty, here and there a wild animal would pass by, but that was all. Some animals made the ruins their nest which proved to be a threat and a big problem to anyone who dared to trespass through the place.
As a flock of pterodactyl flew above the city, two figures were illuminated by the lightning as they walked into the abandoned city. Both men wore orange dogi and jackets above them. The smaller one wore a blue and white hat on his head while the other's long hair was tied in a ponytail. They moved fast and sheltered themselves from the strong rain. As they moved inside of a barely stable house, they were first faced with a bunch of rats which immediately ran away.
While the taller male was inspecting the area, the other just sighed. "Phew, at least we're not under that crazy rain anymore. Hey, Yamcha... we shouldn't be too far from the camp right?" Asked the bald man as he took off his hat and looked in the direction where this Yamcha fellow was.
The man first nodded and only after a few seconds responded. "Yeah, I think so. Damn, there's nothing here! Krillin, we'll need to search other buildings. That flock of pterodactyl should have a nest somewhere around here." Stated Yamcha who could hear his stomach growl. They needed to find something to eat, but not only for themselves...
"Right..." He fully agreed on that. They needed to come back to the camp with something to eat. It was only them who could go out and provide food, they were responsible for others. "If only we managed to beat him, then everything would be back to normal! T-That bastard killed them all..." Krillin's eyes were closed while his fists trembled from anger and sadness.
Seeing how troubled his friend was, Yamcha stepped forward and placed a hand over Krillin's left shoulder. "It's alright, we'll deal with that monster sooner or later! Both of us trained very hard for the past year, I'm sure we can defeat him now! He'll pay for killing our friends and every other human!" Yamcha's words managed to calm the shorter fighter, at least for the moment.
Krillin closed his eyes, trying to think of providing food instead of that guy. He was about to suggest to look into a new building when they heard a loud racket. "W-Wait, what's that noise!?" Before his friend could answer, Krillin ran outside, followed by Yamcha. As they looked above, they were shocked to see a fireball falling down from the dark sky. "Just what a hell is that thing?!" Shouted the bald male as he held onto the hat tightly.
The scar-faced fighter was left clueless, he didn't know what it was. However, they needed to investigate it. "Krillin let's go, we need to figure out what that crazy thing is!" Yamcha was already on the move, following the falling object while Krillin was running by his side.
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Smoke soared into the dark sky from the hole in the ground. The object that collided with the ground created a wide and deep crater. For a minute there was only a noise of the raindrops until a new sound emerged from the hole. The metal hatchet began to open and it didn't take too long until it was fully open. From the small pod, a very tall and muscular man walked out, revealing a stern expression. Without even wasting his time, he slowly began to levitate from the crater. Once he touched the short grass, he scanned the area with his dark eyes.
He could see the vast green valley and tall mountains far away. While his long and spiky black hair waved on the wind, he raised a hand and pressed a button on a small device. "Hmph, so this is planet Earth... Let's see where are you hiding, baby brother." A low noise came from the device attached to his left side of the face. Yellow letters appeared on the green screen, showing the results of searching. "A power level of 583 is coming this way... The largest on this planet, that is surely you, Kakarot!" He was sure that was the person he was looking for, however, he was soon proven wrong.
Instead of one person, two appeared before his black eyes. "Tch, so that power level was actually a combined force of two weak little earthlings...pitiful." Remarked the stranger out loud, trying to provoke the inhabitants of this planet. "You two, I'll ask you this only once, so you better answer! Tell me, where's a man who goes by the name Kakarot?! Is he even alive?" He placed his muscular arms in front and crossed them as he waited for their answer.
Upon hearing that name, the shorter fighter immediately shifted forward. "What's that to you!? Just who are you, and why are you looking for that monster!?" Yelled Krillin with a very demanding tone, something that didn't sit well with the stranger in front of them.
"Ho, so he's alive... Well, it seems this wasn't a wasted trip after all." A tiny smirk appeared on his face as he lowered his head down. "Thanks for the information, you're no longer needed." His gaze alone terrified the earthlings who were suddenly frozen by it.
Before Yamcha could even say something, the stranger suddenly disappeared. "W-What a... he's gone?!" Mumbled the martial artist who looked all over the place, but no sign of the guy. He shifted around, nervous and a little scared of what might happen.
"Yamcha, stay close... This guy is bad news, I can feel it!"
They might have been standing close to one another, leaning against each other's backs, but that wouldn't help them at all. The stranger just appeared a few centimeters from Yamcha's face when the scar-faced warrior was struck with a heavy knee into the gut. The ex-bandit fell down, holding his abdomen and gasping for air. His eyes wide open to pain, fear, and shock.
While his friend was hurt and kneeling on the grass, Krillin lunged toward the enemy. "Don't you dare hurt him! Get away from Yamcha, you bully!" Screamed the smaller fighter while his hat was blown away. He went in with a solid and fast punch, but it was so easily caught by the stranger. "Huh? Let go of me, you bastard! Just what do you want!? Let go!" His loud voice and wishes didn't go unnoticed.
"Hm, fine!" He released the hold, but he wasn't done with the bald midget yet. The long-haired stranger spun around fast and delivered a devastating kick across Krillin's face. While the poor earthling was sent flying and crashing against the wet ground, the man snickered. "I can see why he would let you live, you're just his playthings, toys to kill some time." He needed to give his brother some credit, it was quite creative and besides, the young man would probably go insane without anyone on this rock.
He couldn't hear any of that. "Toys!? Do you think the lives of everyone who died are nothing but toys!? How can you say something like that!? You're just like him, an evil psychopath!" Stated Yamcha with disgust as he managed to get himself from the ground.
The stranger moved to the side so he could see the earthling. He released a low chuckle before saying anything. "Just like him, you say? Well, that's to be expected I guess, since he's my baby brother." His revelation shocked Yamcha, but also Krillin who was still breathing. "Now, I hope my brother won't be too mad at me for breaking his favorite toys." A sinister smile sent shivers down the earthling's spines as the stranger from space prepared for his next move.
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Far in the east, a young looking man walked through a thick and humid jungle. He wore a pair of black boots and red pants. As the sweat traveled across his muscular torso, he lifted a hand and cleaned the forehead with a blue wristband. His wild black hair would sway on a weak breeze which wasn't very often in this jungle. As he walked forward, he carried a large piece of meat on his bare back. The meat was tied with a rope and he carried it back to the cave. He was minding his own business when something caught his attention. The young man immediately dropped the meat on the ground and shifted towards an opposite side, facing towards the west.
He remained in the same position for a few minutes, with a completely stoic expression. That, however, changed when he felt the power he wasn't familiar with. It was huge and completely different from anything he felt before. Excited by this discovery, the black-haired man began to laugh as he clenched both fists. He didn't want to wait any longer, so he let out a whistling noise as if calling for someone.
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THUD! BAM!
Their bodies slammed against the grass at the almost same time. They were overpowered so easily, it was unreal. As the rain continued to pour, their bodies were covered in bruises and mud. Both of them were hurt badly, barely even left to breath. No matter what they did, they couldn't do a thing to this monster. Krillin grunted, tired and angry for being so useless and weak. He punched the muddy ground and cursed loudly.
"Dammnit! Just what did we do wrong to deserve this!? Screw it, if I need to die, I'll at least do some serious damage to him first!" Exclaimed Krillin who shouted as he pushed himself from the ground. Even though he almost fall back, he closed both fists and charged at the arrogant enemy.
Realizing what his friend was about to do, Yamcha immediately stood up. "K-Krillin no! Stop, you can't defeat him... no one can! We need to run!" He cried out his friend's name, but it was too late. Terrified by the power of the stranger and consumed by the loss of so many friends, Yamcha lifted himself from the ground and began to run.
He ran and ran, unable to look back. As he closed his eyes, the tears traveled across his bruised and dirty cheeks. "I-I'm so sorry, Krillin, everyone... I just can't take it anymore!" Yamcha was truly feeling as the lowest possible human in existence, but what else was there for him to do? They, he, was too weak to face someone like that, a true devil.
Yamcha was running for several minutes already and made a lot of distance between himself and the evil invader. He ran into a small forest which was just in the middle, between the demolished city and the vast valley. The scar-faced man couldn't stand any longer and just allowed his body to fall down. He dragged himself close to a big tree and leaned against it.
Tears were all over his face, he wasn't able to hold them back. He felt ashamed and disgusted at himself. Some would probably wish to die but he was just too afraid of that. He didn't want to die and never again see her. "B-Bulma... How am I going to show myself to her and the others!? What am I going to say to them!?" He whimpered as he smashed the left fist against the ground.
"That's the thing, you won't see her..." Suddenly somebody whispered right into Yamcha's ear, completely frightening the martial artist to death. "Hello there, Yamcha. Just what happened to you and your little friend? I'm very curious to hear your answer." The voice came from the other side of the tree. Whoever was behind it, by now walked around it and stopped right in front of Yamcha, who was terrified by him.
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He dropped the lifeless body on the ground and cleaned his hands. As he raised his head and looked towards the forest, the stranger smirked. "So the other ran inside the forest? Fine, I'll have a little fun with him before I find you, brother!" He was just about to fly over there when the device came to life. "Huh? A power level of 735 just showed up in that location! That must be him, no mistake!" Stated the long-haired invader as he tapped his device a few times once he noticed that the power level was coming in his direction.
It didn't take long before the two were face to face. While the shorter and wild-haired man was holding the injured human by the throat, the stranger simply snickered at that before speaking. "So many years passed and yet, I can still recognize you. You look just like him, our father." Said the man as he closed his eyes for a moment.
This confused the other man as he tilted his head to the right side. "Huh, what are you babbling about? Just who are you? I can tell you're strong which is why I even bothered to come here." He adjusted the hold around Yamcha's neck which resulted in the earthling's suffering, but he didn't care at all. What he was curious about was this tall and strong man.
"What? Don't tell me you can't recognize me? Surely mother told you about me or father? Did you hit your head and forgot who you are?"
As the rain endlessly fell down from the dark clouds, the younger man spat on the ground before answering. "I told you before, I don't know who or what you are. The only thing I remember from my childhood is some woman and a man with a scar on his left cheek... and that's it. After that, I woke up in the middle of a jungle surrounded by some wild beast." Revealed the wild-haired man on which the other guy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I see. Now I might understand what happened and why you don't know a single thing about me or our family." Spoke the tall warrior as he shifted around. "You see, we keep our infants in special chambers to help them developt until the right age before sending them to conquer other worlds. Usually, the brats are left to their parents to adjust and learn about our race, but it seems something happened to you and they sent you away the same minute you were out of the tank." Stated the older looking male and continued talking.
"Kakarot, I can tell by my encounter with those weaklings that you fulfilled your mission. However, you, we aren't done yet! There's a whole bunch of planets across the universe waiting for us to conquer! Just imagine, all the possible challenges and battles... doesn't that make your blood boil!?" His voice was loud as he closed the distance between them. He leaned closer to the shorter man and stared into his dark orbs. "I can see it in your eyes, you're searching for a challenge. Join me, its just the right thing to do, after all, I'm your older brother, Raditz!" His words surprised his younger brother on which he simply snickered.
This caught him completely off guard. Kakarot released the earthling and moved a few steps back. "What!? A brother!? Are joking with me!? Why should I believe you?" Yelled the young saiyan as he clenched his fist and sweated while the rain continued to pour from the clouds.
Raditz closed his eyes and resumed his previous stance. "Well, I can easily prove that to you, brother." It only took him a second until he unwrapped something from his waist. The brown monkey tail took Kakarot by surprise. "See, I have a tail just like you. We're the same, Kakarot. I have come here for you to join our ranks. We need you, brother!" As he spoke, Raditz extended a hand and closed it while his younger brother kept staring at the tail.
As a few short minutes passed, he finally adjusted to this news. "An older brother huh? Fine, whatever you say. So, I was sent here to conquer this planet and then what? Have our people live here?" Asked Kakarot who was curious about why they were doing that.
"Well, you're half right... You see, since we like to fight and seek new challenges, we were put under Freeza's Force! In exchange for some things, we were offered to travel to new planets and fight as long as the worlds remain intact. A paradise for us saiyans!" Said the long-haired saiyan and continued. "Once the planet is purged of the natives, we either sell it to the highest bidder or simply turn it into a military station which depends if the planet is inhabitable." Explained the older saiyan how the things work in their line of job.
Kakarot remained silent as he understood what and why he was sent here. "I see... well, whatever happens to this world I could care less. However, you're saying there's a lot of planets out there, yet to be conquered and packed with strong opponents?" He could barely hold himself from trembling. Just how many years did he spend stuck on this rock with the same weak people? He was afraid that he would go insane out of boredom, but this... this was his chance to go to the next level and push himself.
The man wearing the full battle armor just closed his eyes and laughed. "Hmm, should I take that as a yes? Anyway, there are also some things you should be wary but we'll get over that once we reach the nearest station. I suppose you don't know where you pod is, right?" Seeing how Kakarot wasn't even aware what a pod was, Raditz reached under his armor. "Hmph, the pod should still be in proper function... let hope something didn't destroy it."
As he took out a small device and typed some letters in it, Raditz looked down and opened his mouth. "What about him? Aren't you going to finish him off?" Wondered the long-haired saiyan as he pointed at poor Yamcha whose body was completely limp.
At the mention of the earthling, Kakarot approached and placed a boot on its chest. "I kept them alive for far too long... In the past, they even managed to be quite troublesome for me, but as I grew older so did my strength!" He added more weight to the left side which forced the earthling to cry in pain. "However, I won't be the one finishing him off... he'll do it, and he's coming with us!" Kakarot pointed his finger behind as he moved away from Yamcha.
This caught Raditz's attention. The saiyan looked past his brother when he saw somebody emerge from the forest. It was little to say how surprised Raditz was when he saw a small, rough looking boy with mid-long black hair and a fuzzy brown tail waving behind his back. "K-Kakarot is that your..." Raditz wasn't even able to finish his sentence when Kakarot interrupted.
"Yeah, the boy is my son. He doesn't speak much, so don't bother starting a conversation... however, he's very smart and quite powerful." Stated Kakarot with a proud grin as he turned towards the boy who gazed at both men with a serious glare.
Well, here you have it, the first chapter is over. I was always curious about evil Goku aka Kakarot and how would that play out, so here is my take on this. Now, I know there's a lot of evil Son Goku fanfictions here (Even tho I'm new here, I already saw a bunch of it) however, only two or three managed to keep me interested and in suspense. I also read a little bit of Dragon Ball Multiverse's take on Kakarot but I don't know... it seems a little over the top, all of it (maybe it's just me, but the art is amazing at least).
Anyway, I also decided to add little Gohan in there since he's one of my favorite characters in the show. If you're wondering what happened to Chi-Chi, that will be revealed in the next chapter. Also, I apologize in advance for my poor grammar! Bye until the next chapter!