Authoress' Note: Mmm... what's this? Another OTES sniplet?

This time, I wrote something that ties into another sniplet "A Brother's Concern", only this time, I thought I give the emotional turmoil of Kakarot following recent events.

Why you may ask? Because I did kind of leave everything hanging slightly for some reason or another. Plus, I was writing from first perspective (which I'm pulling again all because I like doing this kind of thing when it comes to characters in deep, emotional turmoil).

Believe it or not, I can really get into a character if I am in the mood, and I really wanted to explore what makes Kakarot tick.

Using Evanescence's 'Lost in Paradise' again because the lyrics kind of go with this better than the other songs. Plus, I'm still struggling to write depressing stuff.

Seriously, just listen to the song! The lyrics LITERALLY scream Kakarot.

~Chibi Mirai Gogeta

A King's Madness

One-Shot

Humans.

Once upon a time, I had believed that I was one of them, but that was a lie. I learned that much when Raditz came and opened my eyes. Since then, I had seen them for the selfish creatures they are, taking and tricking others—including myself. I have vowed that I would kill all of them, even if it meant taking the most cunning and playing with them like a cat would their prey.

However, ever since I killed that proud arrogant bastard, I have begun to question why I was doing this. It was not because that demon that is inside me, telling into fulfilling his own selfish whims, right? No, I had done this as a form of entertainment long before he even came around, to truly get something amazing from murdering them, watching them struggle uselessly of the fated consequence of their stupidity.

Why then did that last one that die leave me questioning my motives? Were humans really that bad? If not, why was I killing them?

'Does it really matter?' That demon whispers in my head. 'They're livestock compared to you my lord. All waiting for you to consume and...'

"Shut-up!" I yelled, my fingers digging into my hair—almost though I was trying to pull the demon restless spirit from my body. I almost wished that I had listened to my grandfather, the man who warned me of these dangers, yet, I foolishly gave myself to one without knowing how it would affect everyone around me. "I'm tired of hearing your voice..."

'It's a shame really, he was probably lying that he had a family to try to save his own skin...'

"If... if he was, then..." I stopped talking. No, he had a family—that picture of him with his daughter was proof enough. It did not make me feel any better knowing that my actions had left the child without a father, a father who probably was much better than I am to my own son. He hates me because of what I had done to others. The fact that he said those words still seem to hurt a lot.

Sometimes, it would have been easier if I had died back in that camp that those soldiers held me for three years. At least I would not have had to deal with Youzi threatening to take control and murder everyone that I hold dear. I would not have had the chance to make a deal with him or even made the necklace that hangs on my neck almost as a grim reminder of the dark deal I have made with the devil himself.

I walk outside for some fresh air, away from everyone as I sat down upon a rock to try and find some part of me that I feel that I had forgotten. The last thing I need is for Vegeta, Tarble, or anyone else questioning me about my actions. Letting my tail hang loose around my waist, I look directly in front of me into the forest that surrounds me. Truthfully, I prefer it over the gray walls or the bars of my prison, especially since the sight is ever changing with the passage of seasons.

It is also a reminder that things have changed greatly in my absence since there were less trees near the base. In fact, there had been some fighting nearby as well as signs of deforestation due to the humans trying to expose our hiding place. Then again, humans are such selfish creatures who do whatever the hell they want in order to survive, so it is likely that they were chopping down the trees to do it.

Soft footfalls approach me from behind, footfalls I recognize without the need of reading his energy signature. Well, well. It seems that Raditz had woken up from his nap and is now coming up to check on me. Great, just what I needed.

"Hey," Raditz greeted, his voice neither cheery nor angry—instead, he seemed more... what was that word again... withdrawn? Well, he does not seem pleased about having to come outside for whatever reason, and I do not feel like talking to him.

"Go away," I brush him off, lying my head down on my right forearm. He is the last person I want talking to me right now.

"Not until I know you're okay." Raditz prodded with a hint of anger in his voice. He is just like the rest of them—always thinking that I plan on taking them out while their guard is down. I just feel so... overwhelmed by everything right now—so much so that I am struggling to find the right words to describe this.

"I'm not," I nearly snorted. When will he take the hint and leave me alone already? Damn it, he is as bad as Chille, and that bastard was the main reason my hatred towards humans had grown worse.

"Then talk." Is he for real?

"Why?" I finally peered up at him and noticed Raditz flinch. Good. Maybe that will make him leave.

"I know Kakarot." Know? Know what? "You can't let this—this demon take over you without a fight."

Ah, right. The hidden message I sent him earlier.

"It's already too late," I told my eldest brother—my voice holding none of the cheer it usually has in it. "You should go before I do something I might regret."

It would be better to push away anyone at this point. The last thing I need is for Youzi to have any way of getting whatever he wants. I can survive alone, right?

"No." The remark made the fur on my tail stand on end. "I made a promise to mom and... I can't..."

"Sure you can, just like you let Vegeta exile me," I countered bitterly.

"I didn't have a choice in the matter!" My brother's voice was raised. "If I had told you straight out, we wouldn't be here right now talking about this!"

"Easy for you to say," I started angrily, my patience was running thin by this point. "I was just a replacement for Turles and..."

"THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TURLES!" Raditz punched me as I fell off the rock that had been my perch. What trust I had in my brother was broken by that action—I knew immediately that he never cared about me in the slightest as I glared coldly at him. The anger turned into one of regret, but I had already made my decision. "Kakarot, I..."

"Don't. I get it," I spoke with bitterness. I no longer care about anyone. Not even Raditz. "I should have died. I should have never come back. At this point, I'm better off just killing all those damn humans..."

"Kakarot..." Raditz's voice pleaded, but I ignored it. He made a motion to follow, but I was so done with having anything to do with everyone telling me what I should do.

"If you don't wish to die, then don't follow," I decided to make one final warning. What I said next was enough to make him stop entirely, "I'm going to fulfill the mission I should have fulfilled years ago, and if you try to stop me, I will kill you."

Without another word, I storm off to the base towards where the humans were, my true target waiting straight ahead.

The humans that are a part of this so-called alliance will be the first ones to die. Perhaps I can even make this a game as I slowly...

Before I could even reach the doorway, I heard the familiar words that suddenly stopped me in my tracks, my head feeling like it would split in two.

"Yī! Èr! Sān! Sì! Wŭ! Liŭ!" My brother's voice barked. Wait. What? When in the hell did he learn that chant? I did not get a chance to ask as my consciousness faded, the words becoming distorted as I cursed my luck.

Fin...?

A little bit of a scene extension of where we left off with 'A Brother's Concern', but whether this is canon or not is up to @Espeon804. Either way, this was kind of a fun activity writing these things that are a little different from my regular writing.