Authoress' Note: It seems like it hasn't been long ago since I last updated this sniplets section. So far, I've tackled a nightmare and a possible future scenario.

I think in THIS sniplet, I'm going to try something a LITTLE more challenging: first perspective!

It shouldn't take long to determine who we're following, especially since I haven't written about this one yet.

By the way, if my writing seems a bit off, I apologize. I used to channel a lot of my sadness and pain into stories—until recently that is. (I'll explain this eventually!)

Enjoy!

~Chibi Mirai Gogeta

Song references to write this were Evanescence songs: My Immortal, Hello, Missing, Lost in Paradise, My Heart is Broken, and Oceans (all of these having painfully sad lyrics).

A Brother's Concern

One-Shot

Ever since Kakarot came back to us, he has not been acting like the goofball of a brother I have often considered an idiot. He had become more merciless—so much so that I fear leaving him alone for long periods of time, especially with a son of my own to consider.

Honestly, I should be more worried about Cell coming out of nowhere, but the fact that there is another threat right under our nose makes me wonder if there's any way to save my baby brother from the insanity that he's dealing with.

Those soldiers that captured him—they messed up him up so bad that I often question if there is a hint of who he used to be. The fact that he's even possessed by that demon—or so he claims—is making me wonder how things have become this bleak at times.

Did we make a mistake banishing him three years earlier despite the warnings we have received? I wonder if my son from the future had said anything about Kakarot slipping into this state back then. Or perhaps my son's actions made our future different from his own.

Because of those soldiers, it seems that I lost my brother twice—once to exile and the other to the soldiers responsible for torturing him daily for three long years. I would have preferred that he had perished rather than return one day truly a changed man. The way he laughs sends a chill running down my spine, and he seems to 'play' with his enemies instead of outright killing them—almost though proving that he is both the judge and executioner rolled into one.

At this point, I would have preferred the old version of the man who always seemed to challenge Prince Vegeta and Prince Tarble over the shade that barely managed to endure the worst humanity had to offer on this damn world. He's too unstable, and I fear that one day, he may end up shedding our own blood over his twisted ideals.

After the warning Kakarot gave the other day that Turles and I translated, I am more worried about him slipping at any moment. I almost wish Cell was a pushover, but he is far more cunning than I would have imagined. The Red Ribbon Army be damned—I would sooner had find that evil old bastard and made sure he never created these machines and that bug Turles fears facing.

Sitting in the window nursing the injuries that I sustained earlier while hunting that freak of nature, I note Kakarot sitting on a large stone, his tail loosely resting upon the surface. I should try to see if there's even the slightest hint of my baby brother left in there. That demon, mental state, whatever the hell's affecting Kakarot, is making me fear that if I leave him alone like this much longer, he will lose to whatever's robbing me of what family I have left.

Making up my mind, I walk outside. He jumps slightly by the sudden sound, and yet, he remains where he is at. I notice that there is barely any light of life in his eyes left. Was I a fool to ignore him this long after he returned to us?

"Hey," I attempt to talk to my brother, but it feels awkward. It's almost though a wall divides us, and that anything I say or do will not make a single bit of difference in the long run. Yet, I go against this in futile, even offering a fake smile despite how nerve-wracking this seems.

"...go away," Kakarot barely muttered, he leans his head against the crook of his right arm that rests upon his knees.

"Not until I know you're okay," I argued. I have every right to be concerned about my brother, especially after I noticed how frazzled his tail seemed. He's stressed, and the last thing I want is for my brother to continue to go through this alone.

"I'm not," Kakarot answered. His short responses were evident that he was silently being tortured by whatever insanity is threatening to drive him to his breaking point.

"Then talk," I told my brother.

"Why?" Kakarot glance up with me. I felt uncomfortable by the deadened gaze.

"I know Kakarot," I returned the gaze, trying to search his eyes for any sign of familiarity. "You can't just let this—this demon take over you without a fight."

"It's already too late," Kakarot replied—a hint of sadness shining through almost though he was given some form of reprieve. "You should go before I do something I might regret."

"No," I told my fool hearted brother. "I made a promise to mom and... I can't..."

"Sure you can, just like you let Vegeta exile me," Kakarot spat coldly.

"I didn't have a choice in the matter!" I countered, growing angry at my baby brother's attitude. "If I had told you straight out, we wouldn't be here right now talking about this!"

"Easy for you to say," Kakarot's tail flicked in annoyance. "I was just a replacement for Turles and..."

"THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TURLES!" I yelled and punched Kakarot. I suddenly realized that my fist struck him in the face, knocking him off the rock he had been sitting on. When the haze of anger left, I realized that I had only made the wall worse between us from that one action. "Kakarot, I..."

"Don't. I get it," Kakarot spoke—his voice filled with so much pain that I regretted my actions; however, he no longer seemed to care. "I should have died. I should have never come back. At this point, I'm better off just killing all of those damn humans..."

"Kakarot..." I pleaded, trying to stop my brother. It was no use as he stood up, his mind made up.

"If you don't wish to die, don't follow," Kakarot warned, his voice filled with finality. He rose to his feet and started to walk away from me. "I'm going to fulfill the mission I should have fulfilled years ago, and if you try to stop me, I will kill you."

Those words, filled with malice, froze me in place. Kakarot was serious. He was really going to go after all the remaining humans. He was going to commit mass genocide all because I punched him.

And it's all my fault. Mother, please forgive me for what I have to do to save my brother from himself.

Fin...?

Your turn @Espeon804.