I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern,
To buy me a bottle of beer.
And I sat me down by a tender young maiden,
Whose eyes were as dark as her hair.
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.

Kakarotto transmitted himself into the house, hiding his ki. His stomach turned a little; he never thought he would kill the prince… not in a million years. This wasn't the same Vegeta he'd followed, though. This guy was… human? Maybe not quite… but definitely not the same saiyan he had been when he'd come to earth. Now he was just another one of Goku's friends, just like everyone else on the planet. Even Goten…
"Fucking brat." Kakarotto mumbled. The kid would learn. He was still young; there was time to make a real warrior out of him yet. When all this was done with Kakarotto and Goten would take on the universe, revive Nappa and Raditz, sell earth to buy a new home… and erase every trace of Goku from existence.

Kakarotto looked around, trying to sense Bulma and Vegeta's location. He had it. He started to make his way through the corridors, checking around every corner as he did. This place had to be guarded… and it was. He saw a small robot stood in the hallway, on the lookout for thieves, intruders… saiyan murders… He stood still for a moment, trying to figure out the best action to take. If he blasted it Trunks and Vegeta might notice… maybe just dodge it. He weighed up the distance between them and jumped. He jumped high enough to almost hit the ceiling, clean over the robot and out of its sight. He landed sharply and ran out of its way before it could even begin to respond to the impact of his body on the ground. He felt irritated by having to avoid something he could so easily blast.
"The next one's getting destroyed." He mumbled to himself. He looked around, sensing for Vegeta and Bulma again, and made his way stealthily towards their bedroom. He paused before another hallway. They were just down there… and Trunks was nearby as well, maybe the room opposite. It suddenly occurred to Kakarotto that Bulma's parents also lived here… Well. They could live one extra night. He wanted them to discover the bodies in the morning; to send out a warning to the rest of Goku's team. Kakarotto was coming after them all…

He took a step into the corridor, preparing himself to do the most treacherous thing he would ever do in his life.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness." He began to walk towards the door, and then –
"Kakarotto?" a soft familiar voice made him stop dead. His body froze at the sound of her. What the fuck?

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

"Chi…?" he turned around to see Chichi standing there, looking innocently at him. Oh wow… "Jeez, I must be crazier than I thought." He mumbled.
"You aren't happy to see me?" She seemed a little hurt by his remark.
"Sure, just…" Kakarotto stared at her. "You're dead, right? I'm seeing dead people, Chi!"
"Maybe…" Chichi shrugged. "Or maybe you're just dead already."
"Huh…" Kakarotto folded his arms. "That's pretty insightful. I knew there was a reason I married you." She giggled.
"Well, what do you think?" Kakarotto looked at her, confused.
"About what…?"
"Kaka!" she sighed, annoyed. "You're so dense at times! Don't you notice anything?"
"Huh?"

Kakarotto slowly moved his eyes down her body, stopping at her waist. A tail…? She had a tail! Dark hair, dark eyes… with this as well she looked just like a saiyan woman. "Oh… that's nice." Kakarotto approached her, smiling a little as her tail brushed against his. He took her tail in his hand, following it around her waist. The softness of the fur, the skilful way she had tied it around herself… it was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
"Do you like it?" Chichi looked at him, desperate for his approval.
"Yeah… I do." He said. "It's pretty cool." Chichi closed her eyes as he took her chin in between his thumb and index finger, titling her head backwards. She smiled a little as he lightly brushed his lips against hers, stroking her tail. He reached the base of her tail and slowly tightened his grip, taking in the feel of the limb as he did so. Suddenly Chichi's eyes widened and she yelped in pain as he sharply ripped the tail her back. She stared up at him in horror, her eyes glistening.
"Why –"
"You don't need it, Chi." Kakarotto replied, releasing her chin and pulling his lips away from her. He smiled a little. "I never needed you to be a saiyan…" he opened his hand, letting the torn limb fall to the floor. "I just needed you to be mine."
"I…" She choked. "I was yours." She spoke softly, her voice cracking a little as she fought back the tears.
"No, you weren't." he turned his head, pulling his eyes away from her. "That wasn't my name you said on your wedding day. You never called out 'Kakarotto' when you were in trouble."
"I thought you were the same…" she said. She grabbed his arm. "Kakarotto – I didn't know! I thought you were the same person."
"Well." He turned his head to face her. "We aren't."
"Yes." Her tone was flat, serious. "You are."
"…" Kakarotto watched her cautiously. What the hell was happening here…? Chichi wasn't real. She was a hallucination, an invention of his own subconscious… and his own subconscious was telling him he was wrong.
"I'm really fucked up, aren't I?" he almost smirked.
"Yes." Chichi smiled. "You are." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight. "But I still love you."
"…" Kakarotto put his arms around her, pulling her further into the embrace. He closed his eyes, ignoring the heavy lump that was forming in his throat. His heart sank into his ribcage as he quietly spoke to her. "… I love you too."
"You told everyone you killed me to weaken Goku…"
"… Yeah…" Kakarotto mumbled. He looked down at her. "Why? You think I did it because I was jealous?"
"You seem the type." She replied. Kakarotto laughed a little.
"Yeah… maybe I am. I was jealous, Chi… that wasn't why I killed you though – I'm being honest." He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "It was the only chance I had at freedom." His eyes softened. "And… I'm sorry. I can't even begin to tell you –"
"It's okay." Chichi said. "I understand. I forgive you."
"Why…?"
"Because I know you were going to revive me." She smiled. Kakarotto raised an eyebrow.
"How did you know that?"
"Kakarotto… I've known you for twenty six years." She smirked. "You can't hide anything from me."
"Right…" Kakarotto muttered. "I guess it's Goku that does the hiding. He kept me out of your sight for our entire marriage."
"Not all of it."
"Hm."

She looked past him towards the doors of the Briefs' bedrooms.
"Are you… really going to kill them?" she asked quietly. Kakarotto nodded.
"Are you gonna get in my way?"
"What if I do?" she smirked at him. "You can't kill me again."
"You're just part of my imagination; I could get rid of you in a second if I wanted."
"That's the problem." Chichi looked at him slyly. "You don't want to." Kakarotto watched her, amused at her attitude.
"God, I wish I'd married you." He smirked.
"You did." She pulled her collar down to reveal a small scar on her neck. "Don't you remember?"
"No…" Kakarotto approached her, placing his finger on the scar. His heart stopped. "When…" He mumbled, his body tensing. He felt cold. "When did you get this…?"
"Our wedding night." Chichi frowned in confusion. "How can you not remember?"
"Goku must have done that." Kakarotto dismissed. "I wouldn't forget something this important."
"Goku?" she pointed at his neck. Kakarotto followed her finger with his own, poking at his skin. It was faint, but he could feel it… a bond scar. What the hell?
"That wasn't there before!" he protested. He looked at her, his eyes wide. "Chi –"
"Are your memories merging with Goku's?" she looked at him. "He remembers that."
"That's impossible!" Kakarotto snapped. "He can't have my memories! He's different to me!"
"Do you really believe that?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kakarotto glared at her angrily. "What, you're challenging me? You're my imagination, why the hellam I arguing with myself?"

Chichi gasped. Her eyes widened; her jaw dropping. Kakarotto jumped at the sudden sight of her choking.

All he's good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin' his share of the blame.
And some people swear he's my double,
And some even say we're the same.

"Chichi?" his heart began to race. What was happening to her?
"Ka…" she stepped back, pushing herself against the wall in fear. Her eyes began to glisten.
"Chichi –"
"Don't!" she screamed as he made his way towards her. "Please, don't hurt me." She cried.
"Chichi, I'm not touching you!"
"Please…" She closed her eyes tightly; her back pressed firming against the wall. "I thought you loved me…"
"Chichi!" Kakarotto grabbed her hands. "Chi, I have been in love with you since I was twelve years old! What the hell are you talking about?"
"Please, please stop!" she whimpered, her body tensing. Her face began to turn blue.
"Chichi, I'm not hurting you!" Kakarotto protested, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "It's not me!"
"Why? Why?" her screams became louder, he could feel her body weakening beneath him.
"Chichi, it's not me!" his breathing became frantic; he didn't know what the hell to do to save her. "Stop it…" he panted. "Stop –" he paused as he felt her grow limp beneath him. Her cries had stopped, her eyes were closed… she was gone.

But the silver-tongued devil's got nothing to lose,
I'll only live 'til I die.
We take our own chances and pay our own dues,
The silver tongued devil and I."

Kakarotto stepped back in horror, watching as she fell to the ground. He swallowed, trying to calm himself down. This wasn't real. Chichi wasn't really there. She was a hallucination. A hallucination! "Those weren't your memories." Kakarotto jumped as Goku's calm voice came from behind him. He turned around to face the man.
"You…" Kakarotto hissed. "You killed her!"
"No." Goku shook his head. "You killed her. Then you stole my memories of it." Goku stood close to him, inches away from his face. "Watching her scream in front of you, watching her die… she thinks it's you doing it to her. You try to tell her it's not you but she doesn't listen, and before you know it she's gone and she thinks you'rethe reason!" his voice cracked, he cried out as he pushed Kakarotto into the wall. "Why did you do it?" he screamed.

Kakarotto looked down. He was stood in the exact spot he'd just seen Chichi die in. She wasn't there… He looked up at Goku in fright.
"Goku –"
"Oh my God, we're insane!" Goku wailed. He grabbed at Kakarotto, pinning him up against the wall. "You want to kill Vegeta? Go ahead. I have no idea what's real anymore. You kill whoever the hell you want, I won't remember!" He released Kakarotto, stepping back as he slowly ran his hands through his hair. "I don't remember anything… I have all these weird memories –" he looked at Kakarotto. "Did you bite Chichi?"
"You remember that?" Kakarotto answered.
"Yes! And I know I didn't do it!" Goku protested. "I didn't have that memory until just now! I – I think I'm losing it, Kakarotto…"
"Well…" Kakarotto swallowed. "You're kind of talking to yourself there, Buddy…"
"Oh yeah?" Goku glared at him. "Well what about you? You always say you were here first! So what does that mean? I'm a creation of yours, right? A creation you've been talking to and arguing with for days now!" he glared at Kakarotto. "That makes you more insane than anyone!"
"Yeah… That's a fair point." Kakarotto said. He moved away from the wall, rubbing his temples. "I am losing it…"

Goku marched over to him, grabbing Kakarotto firmly.
"I don't want you hurting Vegeta – or Bulma! Or Trunks!"
"You've changed your tune." Kakarotto replied huskily. "Five seconds ago you said you didn't care."
"Yeah well I do!" Goku snarled. "It doesn't matter what I remember or how I got here… I don't care if I was born on Planet Vegeta, or born on Earth, or even if I am just your creation!" he glared at Kakarotto. "I am not going to let you destroy this planet! I'm not going to let you kill my friends!"
"Spoken like a true saiyan." Kakarotto smirked. "That's nice, Buddy. You still can't beat me, though."

And you know, he's the devil.
He's everything that I ain't.
Hiding intentions of evil,
Under the smile of a saint.

Vegeta lay there with his eyes open. He'd heard the sound of voices and was listening intently to the intruder. There was just one. Kakarotto.
"Vegeta, do you hear that…?" Bulma shifted beside him, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looked at him. "It sounds like Goku."
"It is." Vegeta mumbled. His anger grew. How dare he come into their house…
"Do you think he needs our help?"
"No." Vegeta replied bluntly. "I don't think Goku needs our help. I think Kakarotto came to kill us."
"He wouldn't…" Bulma choked.
"Yeah… right." Vegeta got out of bed and scouted around for his clothes.
"Vegeta, where are you going?" Bulma hissed. "What are you going to do?"
"I want you to stay in here." Vegeta ordered, putting on a vest and shorts. "You don't leave this room unless I tell you to, do you understand?"
"Do you think he'll really try to kill you…?" Bulma whimpered, her body trembling.
"Don't be crazy. I'm his prince, right?" Vegeta assured, sensing her fear. "He probably just wants me to help him kill his kid."
"Don't kill Gohan!" Bulma screamed.
"I won't!" Vegeta barked back, disturbed by her sudden hysteria. "I'll be back soon, alright?"
"I'm coming with you –"
"No!" he left the room and slammed the door behind him before she had a chance to argue.

Out in the corridor Goku and Kakarotto turned their heads at the sound of the door shutting.
"Sire…" Kakarotto smirked, approaching the newly emerged Vegeta. "I'm sorry to have woken you."
"Kakarotto." Vegeta growled, blocking the bedroom door. He glanced over at Trunks' room.
"What, do you think I'll hurt him?" Kakarotto said. Vegeta looked back at the saiyan.
"Do you have a reason to?" he asked.
"I don't think King Vegeta would appreciate you betraying him like this." Kakarotto stated.
"I don't think he'd appreciate you killing his son, either." Vegeta replied, preparing himself to attack. "Or his grandson."
"Vegeta!" Goku jumped in front of Trunks' bedroom door. "It's okay, I got him."
"He can't hear you, dumbass." Kakarotto snapped at him. Vegeta looked at Kakarotto for a moment, and sighed.
"Oh, God… you're both here?" he rubbed his head. "When are you going to cut this horse shit?"
"Horse shit?" Kakarotto looked at him. "You think so?"
"Yes, I do." Vegeta said. "Goku isn't your creation, you jackass. You don't have your own memories."
"What…?" Kakarotto grew uneasy. "How much of that conversation did you hear?"
"Enough." Vegeta tensed, closely watching Kakarotto's movements. "Do you really think you're two people? That's impossible!"
"Kakarotto, what's he talking about…?" Goku mumbled.

Kakarotto looked at Goku in confusion.
"Why are you being so quiet?" he asked. Goku blinked.
"I'm not."
"Fuck…" Kakarotto took a step back, his anxiety growing. "What the hell is going on?"
"You're losing it, Kakarotto." Vegeta smirked. "This Goku thing doesn't even make sense to you anymore, does it?" he slowly approached the frightened saiyan. "You're sharing memories with your alter ego, talking to hallucinations of your dead wife…"
"You heard that?" Kakarotto choked. Vegeta winked at him.
"Every word." His smirk widened victoriously. He could feel Kakarotto's energy draining. Goku swallowed as he watched the two of them, listening to Vegeta's words. He trembled at what he was hearing.
"If you're some evil being and Goku's good… then why did Goku even have the guts to take on Nappa and Raditz in the first place?" Vegeta pushed. "And why the hell do you love your wife?"
"Shut up!" Kakarotto snapped. "You don't know what you're talking about, Vegeta! I don't love her!"
"Vegeta…" Goku mumbled. Vegeta couldn't hear him. He just kept his eyes fixed on Kakarotto.
"You're not some evil saiyan powered by loyalty and vengeance." He stood in front of Kakarotto, staring into his eyes. "You're a fucking weakling that feels guilty for abandoning his blood… and ashamed to act like a monster in front of his family."
"Shut up…" Kakarotto breathed heavily. "I'm fucking warning you…"
"It's no wonder you and Goku can't get along." Vegeta continued. "You're so in denial about everything that goes on in that head of yours you can't even stand to accept that you and Goku are the same goddamn person –"
"Shut up!"

Vegeta jumped back as Kakarotto went for him, summoning a great burst of strength from his core. Vegeta tried to block him but Kakarotto was too quick; he was stronger than Vegeta had ever seen him. He found himself crushed against the wall, one of Kakarotto's hands around his throat while the other pushed a fist into his ribs. He could feel his ribs breaking and Kakarotto pushed his hand further into Vegeta's skin.
"Kakarotto!" Goku screamed. "Kakarotto, get off him!"
"You think I'm crazy, Vegeta?" Kakarotto snarled as he stared into Vegeta's wide eyes. He smirked. "Well… maybe you're right. You know what?" his eyes darkened. "I think you are. I think you're right about this whole thing. What does it matter? Even if Goku is me… it's not going to stop us ripping you apart."
"Kak…" Vegeta choked. He grabbed Kakarotto's clenched fist, struggling to push it off his chest. He felt the pressure on his chest lighten for a moment, only for Kakarotto to overpower him again. He held his breath, turning his head to loosen Kakarotto's grip on his throat. He was not going to let Kakarotto kill him! Not a chance in hell!
"Vegeta…" Goku breathed. He looked at Kakarotto. "Let him go!"
"No chance." Kakarotto growled. "Do me a favour Goku, go into that room and take out his kid, would you?"
"No way!" in a great burst of energy Vegeta turned super saiyan and threw Kakarotto off him. Kakarotto stumbled at the attack, unprepared for Vegeta's strength. He quickly regained his balance and stood in a fighting stance opposite Vegeta.

The two saiyans stood for a moment, staring each other down.
"You think I can't do that too?" Kakarotto smirked.
"I don't care." Vegeta said. "You get the hell out of here now or I swear I'll kill you – both of you!"
"Oh, so now you think we're two different people?"
"No." Vegeta shook his head. "Just humouring you."
"Kakarotto…" Kakarotto looked up to see Goku staring at him, a frightened look on his face.
"What?" Kakarotto spat.
"Do you… think he's right…?" Goku looked at him. "Why can't he see me…? Why can everybody only see one of us?"
"…" Kakarotto looked back at Vegeta, avoiding Goku's gaze. "Shut up. That doesn't mean anything, you idiot." He mumbled. "I just said that crap to scare you."
"Who are you talking to there, Kakarotto?" Vegeta smirked. "Are you seeing things?"
"Shut up!" Kakarotto roared. "What the hell does it matter anyway?"
"We are the same, aren't we?" Goku whimpered.
"So what if we are, who the hell cares!"
"You're not real…" Goku spoke softly. Delicately. Kakarotto gritted his teeth.
"Goku –"
"I killed my wife!" Kakarotto stared at him, stunned. He breathed rapidly, his body trembling. He swallowed. Goku looked up at him, his eyes glistening. "I killed Chichi…"
"… So did I." Kakarotto whispered.
"… I loved her."
"…" Kakarotto's face softened a little; his eyes lowered. "Yeah…" He swallowed. "Me too. You have no idea…"

All he's good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin' his share of the blame.
And some people swear he's my double, And some even say we're the same.

Vegeta looked over at Trunks' bedroom. He had to get to him…
"Hey!" Kakarotto snapped out of his conversation with Goku to follow Vegeta's eyes. He smirked darkly. "Want me to check on him for you?"
"You take one step towards that door…" Vegeta hissed.
"Really…" Kakarotto purred. "Is that an order, Sire?"
"Don't you fucking dare…"
"Kakarotto!" Goku snapped. "Kakarotto, leave him!"

Kakarotto ignored them; before even a second could pass he'd thrown himself towards the bedroom door, followed by Vegeta.
"Kakarotto!" Vegeta grabbed hold of him, pulling him away from Trunks' room just as Kakarotto kicked open the door.
"Dad?" Trunks' voice came from the open doorway.
"Trunks!" Vegeta shouted, wrestling Kakarotto against the wall. "Don't move!"
"Vegeta…" Kakarotto breathed angrily, turning super saiyan. "You're going to fucking die!"
"No!" Goku's eyes widened as he saw Kakarotto's fist dig deep into Vegeta's chest. "No!"

Trunks emerged from his room to see Kakarotto suddenly freeze. Vegeta pushed his fist away, spluttering as a great surge of pain shot through his body. He watched Kakarotto struggle to move, as if he was behind held in position. Kakarotto's breathing quickened; he choked as he struggled against his captor's ki.
"Goku…" he spat. "Goku, get the fuck off me…"
"Who are you talking to?" Goku stood behind him, holding him in place with his own energy. Kakarotto's energy. "They can't see me, right?"
"Stop fucking around…"
"Kakarotto." Vegeta looked at him. "What the hell is going on?"
"I told you to stop." Goku said. "You always said I give people too many second chances, right? I think that applies to you too."
"What, so you're going to kill yourself?" Kakarotto snapped. "Think about what you're saying, idiot!"
"I am." Goku replied. His face darkened. "And you're right."
"… What?"
"You killed my wife, Kakarotto. You killed my friend. You're trying to kill Trunks and Vegeta… and when you're done with them you're going after Bulma and Gohan too." Goku approached him. "I think it's best for everyone if you die."
"Goku –"
"Kakarotto!"

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

Vegeta's eyes widened as he screamed out at what he saw. The saiyan's hands were wrapped around his own throat; he spluttered and coughed as he suffocated himself, breaking every bone in his neck. "Goku, what are you doing!" Trunks took a step towards him but was blocked by Vegeta rushing to grab the man. Vegeta took hold of his hands only to be thrown against the wall and to the floor by Goku's ki.

We take our own chances and pay our own dues…

Vegeta pushed himself back up to his feet. He looked over at Goku only to find the man lying motionless on the floor.
"Goku! Dad, what happened?" Trunks ran over to the body, closely followed by Vegeta. Vegeta knelt down beside him, trying to sense his ki. Nothing. He checked his pulse.
"Dad…" Trunks' voice broke in fright. "He's… He's dead."
"… Yeah." Vegeta mumbled. He pulled his hand away, looking down at Trunks' trembling body. "… Go back to your room." Was all he could think to say.