Chapter 0
Vegeta knew he was only dreaming. He was well aware of this because he was never as weak and cowardly as what he was doing here. But this dream felt like reality. He could feel the anxiety, the panic, the fear, the pounding of his heart he was oddly feeling as he tried to escape this terrifying nightmare.
In his dream, he was scampering, trying to escape this hell that became of his newfound home. He was running through the narrow and dark alleyways of downtown West City, instead of flying through the darkened skies. For once in his life, he felt like he was going slower than his usual Saiyan speed, and the Saiyan strength that he was so proud of was unreachable, gone. He realized that his steps seemed smaller than usual, and yet, the clock on the top of Tongari Tower never halted nor even slowed down. Was he injured? Was he out of energy? What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he even running away? Why won't he fight? He didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to run…
Run for his life.
He was being chased by someone, a hunter thirsty for his blood, driven by revenge and wanted him dead. Vegeta had no idea who and what his enemy was, nor the reason why he was running away like some pathetic coward who had forgotten what being a true Saiyan Warrior was. All he knew was he only wanted to survive–for the sake of his loved ones.
He slowly turned his head over his shoulder as if to check if he was still being chased, and found that several people, who looked like Earthlings, were hunting him. He abruptly felt like he hit a hard wall in front of him, making him stumble backwards and fall to his behind. He looked up to see his family– his wife Bulma, and their children Trunks and Bulla, all peering down at him with sinister looks upon their faces. He stared up at them in utter terror as he inched away from them, not wanting to do anything against them at all. Those who were chasing him from behind caught up with him and surrounded him in a circle, they all towered him as if he was a small child. Every single person gazed down at him with such contempt, even those whom he considered his own allies such as Son Gohan, Son Goten, Krilin, and their other friends. They began calling him names, such as murderer, monster, bastard, beast, and telling him to just die and go to hell where he belongs. Those words hit him so hard it was painful in his heart, especially when his own wife and children spat these hateful words at him. What has he done to earn such vile and disgusted words from them?
Vegeta couldn't do anything. It was as if he was nothing but a small, powerless child. Suddenly, there was a maniacal laughter above him.
"So how does it feel to have everyone you cherished the most go against you? How does it feel to see your own family despise you and wish for you to die?"
He raised his head to see his former rival, Kakarot's form engulfed in pure darkness. He had silver hair and crazed red eyes, his body bigger and more muscular than before. He was holding up his arms in the air as if he was creating a Genki Dama, only that the ball coalescing between his hands in front of a strange red planet in the sky, was made with a terrifying and hateful energy which originated from the vengeful hearts of all those around him.
"Now this is for all the people who were killed by you and your father! My people will finally be avenged! Begone, Saiyan Prince!"
Why? Why was Kakarot trying to kill him? What did he do? Did he do something? Did he kill anyone recently? An Earthing or perhaps, an ally of theirs? Did he betray them? Wait, something was off with Kakarot. That's not the Kakarot he knew. It was as if his Saiyan comrade was possessed by some terrifying evil entity intent on destroying him.
Vegeta tried to open his mouth to demand what was happening, however, nothing came out of his lips but a frustrated cry. His heart filled with regret and self-hate. He watched as Kakarot threw the black Genki Dama empowered by the desire for revenge against him and wanting nothing but his death.
Everything went black for him.