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The Awakening	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey Guys,

This is a Bra/Kakarot
fic that I�m working on. It isn�t going to be published for quite some time�but
I felt that I needed to at least write a first chapter to see if the idea could
work. If you have time I�d love it if a few of you could read this and let me
know what you think!

~*~

Disclaimer: I do
not own DBGT or DBZ!

~*~

�Goku! Goku I�m so sorry!�

Bulma�s cry barely reached Goku as he writhed in pain,
his eyes clenched shut and his face contorted from an agony so perfect and
beautiful it was almost a work of art. Briefly, the saiyan felt something like
fear wash through him as the pain seemed to bubble from within his stomach and
he tasted the copper taste of blood in his mouth. The sharp piercing pain that
was washing through him was all consuming - it was as though there was someone
else in his head, someone who was pushing him painfully to one side. The
pressure in his head, terrible though it was, was secondary to the internal
pain that ripped through his body in crippling waves of agony. He, a saiyan who
had fought more battles then he cared to remember and endured injuries that
were horrific even by saiyan standards, had been reduced to a whimpering mound
because of �radiation�?

He had had his bones snapped, internal organs
bruised and his body pummelled � yet all of that hurt and torment was forgotten
in an instant simply because Bulma had turned on her new �invention� and
tested it on him. Oh, she had claimed
it was safe, but then Bulma always claimed her works of genius were safe. In
reality Goku had often dwelt upon the thought that perhaps Bulma only used him
as a guinea pig, testing her devices upon him � perhaps acting on behalf of
Vegeta�or perhaps because she innocently believed that he could withstand
elements that the human body could not stand. Either way he was now in
more pain then he had believed it was possible for a living organism to be in
and still be alive.

It was as though some sort of
electric snake was wriggling it�s way through his insides, twisting and biting.
His back was arching and wrenching from side to side despite his attempts to
bring his body under control and block out the pain. Distantly he could hear
Bulma�s squeaks of pity and knew in some far corner of his mind that she was
trying to help him�but her cries were almost obliterated by his own howls of
hurt.

Whimpering pathetically he turned
onto his side and rolled into a ball. He retched blood then released scream
after scream in mindless agony as the pain inside of him swelled and his back
bowed again. Finally, almost abruptly, the pain subsided in much the same
manner as waves part from a beach and he was left shaking and shivering on the
floor�almost unconscious.

Goku could
feel himself being swallowed up by some new consciousness as he hung suspended
in his inner mind, his tortured body having blacked out despite his minds
awareness. The consciousness swirled thickly around him, engulfing him with a
manic chuckle that echoed dully. He felt his mind expanding, a new awareness
settling over him as memories long forgotten stirred to life and emotions that
Goku had never experienced darkened his perception. He tried to call out to
Bulma, to warn her what was coming�but it was too late and he felt presence in
his head take complete control.

As he lay
twitching on the floor, apparently unconscious from a high dose of radiation,
the terrible person whom he had once been stirred deep within him. His persona
was changing, his heart was hardening and his mind was warping to that of a
shrewd warrior that cared only for battle and even less for family and the
safety of those he called friends.

He was once more becoming
Kakarot.

�Goku?�
Bulma�s shrill wail of desperation pierced the darkness of his unconsciousness
and Kakarot sat up with a start, his eyes gleaming maliciously as he analysed
his memories and decided wether the blue haired woman in front of him was worth
bothering about. The basement around him smelt of air and other noxious
chemicals and his lips pulled back, exposing dull canines as he grimaced with
distaste.

�Goku?!�

Another of the woman�s cries
burst from her throat and she flung herself at him, apparently pleased to see
him conscious again. Kakarot suppressed a smile. The woman was weak and
foolish, he could see into her heart and knew that she was sleeping with the
prince of what had once been his race. What was more amusing however was that
she was merely engaging in these sexual acts because of physical attraction �
nothing more. He read her heart like a book and learnt of her continuous
affairs with Yamcha, her fling with Android Seventeen and also learnt of her
attraction to him. Kakarot grinned fiendishly, for intelligent as the woman
apparently was, she was foolish when it came to matters of the heart, choosing
to satisfy her base desires rather then put off the pleasures of the here and
now and wait for the greater reward later. She was weak and needed to learn her
place again.

He would show her the place for
weaklings�

Kakarot levitated to his feet,
keeping the woman in his arms as his mind raced ahead, thinking of all the
wondrous tortures he could perform on the woman. As yet she was unaware of his
change of�mind.

Kakarot grinned wider.

He could imagine tying the woman
up and then performing the foulest of acts on her�or he could imagine seducing
her gently, only to abuse her at the end when shed least expected it�or of
course he could simply kill the woman in some slow and terrible manner and then
use her once she was deceased � the idea had merit to it. Once she was dead and
he�d had his way with her he could even devour her body, as was saiyan
tradition.

He smirked and looked down at the
woman, meeting her eyes with a frightening look that even Bulma couldn�t
mistake. The look in his eyes spoke of torture, death and other acts of horror
that Goku himself had never performed in life, but which had always been in the
back of his mind, festering away. His eyes showed that there was something
inherently wrong with the being behind them.

�Goku�what is it? Are you okay?�
Bulma tried to pull out of his grasp, her eyes widening when Goku refused to
let go. Something slipped through his eyes, something�wrong.

Kakarot smirked and leant in
close to Bulma, inhaling her scent deeply. His eyes slid closed and he breathed
in her scent again � heady with her womanly smell and the faint scent of his
prince. The things he could do if given the chance with the woman! He wanted to
bleed her and lap blood off her skin�such warm, soft skin�he could almost feel
his tongue grating across hers stomach and could almost taste the sweet
blood within.

His attraction to the woman
wasn�t about wanting to hurt Vegeta. It wasn�t about wanting money or power. He
just wanted to fuck her�no, it was more then that - he wanted to cause her pain
beyond measure because he could. For so long he�d been confined within
this moron�s body, trapped in the nether regions of his soul�forced to
watch, silently screaming, as his weaker half took control and squandered
countless opportunities to cause havoc and pain.

Now he was free. Free to make the
weak fool watch as he made everyone suffer the way that he�d been made to
suffer. How could he not when people such as this Bulma Briefs, people who were
defenceless against him and were blind to any harm that he, Kakarot, might
cause them, surrounded him?

�Poor innocent human.� Goku
purred, his dark eyes ran up and down her body, taking in the full luscious
ripeness of her curves. A decidedly dark smirk found its way onto his lips and
Goku�s eyes flicked up to meet Bulma�s. �So pathetically weak.� His voice
dropped lower yet and he chuckled throatily as he felt Bulma tense, her
heartbeat speeding up.

�Goku�?�

�A species such as yours should
not be allowed to flourish. Such disgusting weakness is appalling.� He
tightened his arms around Bulma and felt her tense as he squeezed her that
little bit too hard. �I don�t know what Vegeta was thinking when lowered
himself to coupling with something like you! At least I have the excuse of
temporary insanity.� His voice was a low rich growl, thickly accented with the
same roughness as Vegeta�s voice.

Bulma�s eyes widened as Goku
leant forward and nibbled on her ear, his teeth pressing hard enough to leave
marks but not hard enough to cause any permanent damage. Frantically she tried to
wriggle out of his arms, not entirely liking what was happening to her.

�Please�Goku!� She tugged on his arms uselessly,
unprepared when he abruptly dropped her to the floor and then circled around
her with all the grace of a true predatory being.

�Goku is not my name,
female. I am a saiyan warrior, not some lowly human fool.� He drew
himself to his full height and glowered down at Bulma imperiously, enjoying the
look of terror that flowed across her face like water. �I am Kakarot.�

Grinning widely, Kakarot stepped
towards Bulma, his palm outstretched as he gathered a burning ball of ki. The
look of horror that was rippling across Bulma�s face delighted Kakarot more
then the prospect of ending her pathetic little life did � fear, terror; these
were the emotions which saiyans lusted after! He stepped closer, intending to
put an end to her insignificant existence when something unplanned and
unexpected happened.

�Mum? Mum what�s going on?� A
young female voice floated down the stairs into basement, interrupting the
private execution Kakarot had been planning for Bulma. He glanced up with fiery
black eyes, momentarily distracted from the kill when he detected a glimmer of
red and blue as Bulma�s youngest child descended the stares slowly, her eyes
curious. Kakarot�s smile widened sadistically and the ki ball began dissipating
as the half-saiyan made her way towards them.

�What are you doing on the floor,
mum?� Bra reached the bottom step and began crossing the floor, not having
picked up on the thick, uncomfortable atmosphere of the room. She looked at
Kakarot and frowned, �Help her up, Goku! Don�t you have any decency?� Her voice
rose sharply in pitch, reaching a commanding tone that was parallel to the
voice Vegeta used when he was in a bad mood.

The ki ball died completely away
and Kakarot glanced down at Bulma, sending a silent message telling her to stay
quiet for her own sake; a message that he conveyed in a single glance. He
reached down and clasped Bulma�s outstretched hand � a hand she had been holding
up to forestall her imminent death when Bra had interrupted them � and pulled
her roughly to her feet. He steadied her with a hand that he left on her waist
for a beat too long, but it was not a lusty touch. His attention was focused
solely on Bra for the time being.

She was the very image of her
mother, albeit a very younger image. She resembled the teenage Bulma, although
her dress sense was a little showier then the clothing Bulma had worn. Her hair
was longer and bluer, her eyes a little more diamond shaped � a sign of her
saiyan heritage. But the main difference between Bulma and her daughter was the
blood that ran through their veins.

Bra was, technically speaking, a
saiyan.

It was almost too good to be
true! Here he was, finally back in the right state of mind and who should come
along but the one female who he could contemplating getting physical with in a
non-threatening manner. Oh, she was young, only just sixteen years old, but
that didn�t really matter. She oozed sexuality the way that most saiyan females
of breeding age did. Kakarot�s hand tightened on Bulma�s waist, reminding he to
be silent as she trembled in his grasp, torn between screaming for her daughter
to run and the knowledge that if she did, Kakarot would probably kill them both
just to spite her.

Bulma pushed her fear aside. She
had to find a way to bring Goku back! This new Goku, this Kakarot, was a
monster! A horrible murderous monster! How could her invention have gone so
wrong? All her life she�d loved Goku and now she�d killed him!

Kakarot, unaware of Bulma�s
thoughts tilted his head to the side and considered Bra. His eyes narrowed and
his grin changed to a smirk of appreciation � one that Bra did not miss. He
pulled her mother back against him, roughly twisting her arm behind her back to
hear her cry in pain. It was amusing to see all the different emotions fly
across Bra�s face as she heard and saw her mother shriek.

�Mum!� She stepped forward, her
tone alarmed. She raised her hand as though to stop Kakarot, clueless as to the
current mindset of the saiyan in front of her. The Goku who she had always
known had been a laughing, gentle man � one who her father seemed to love to
hate! How could he be hurting her mother like this? She opened her mouth to
yell for him to stop, but halted when she saw the look on is face.

�Oh no, you don�t!� Kakarot
laughed and stepped back, his features contorting with a primal lust to kill as
Bulma again squeaked in pain. �I wouldn�t try to save your mother if I were
you. She�s only human, a meaningless unneeded human whose death serve just as
much purpose as her life; none.� He twisted her arm harder, enough to feel the
strain in the muscles and bone of her arm. It was amusing how breakable these
humans seemed. One good snap and they�d be dead! The life crushed out of
them!

�Goku! Why are you doing this?�
Bra pleaded, her hands fluttering uselessly by her sides as she fought her
instinct to leap at Kakarot and fight to get her mother free. She�d never seen
Goku look so frightening�or her mother look so scared! What could have happened
to have done this to them?

�I�m not Goku, little girl.�
Kakarot smirked, leering lecherously at the teenage saiyan in front of him.
�I�m Kakarot! I�m the saiyan whose been trapped inside of this snivelling wreck
of a body!� With each word Kakarot twisted Bulma�s arm, punctuating his
sentences with her gaps and whimpers of pain. His short speech a virtual
catastrophe of pain and torture.

Bra looked even more confused and
frowned in frustration at not being able to comprehend what he was saying. Her
father had always called Goku �Kakarot�, why was Goku acting as though he
expected her to rear back in fright at the name? Kakarot was Goku�s real saiyan
name � just as Vegeta was her father�s saiyan name. Bra shook her head and stepped forward, intending to force Goku
to snap out of it and let her mother go.

�Bra�honey!� Bulma gasped, unable
to watch her daughter walk into the trap of believing Goku was still Goku! She
wrenched against Kakarot uselessly, desperately trying to save herself and her
daughter from whatever horrors the future held for them with Kakarot. �Run! Run
before he��

Bulma never finished her sentence; Kakarot twisted
her arm out of its socket then reach up and snapped her neck in the blink of an
eye. He carelessly let Bulma�s body slide to the ground, her eyes wide and
empty as the life faded from them. His emotionless face watched her calmly,
almost detachedly, as though he was interested in her death scientifically.
When she finally reached the ground and lay still he shrugged and turned his
attention to Bulma�s horrified daughter.

�Mum!� Bra whispered, her eyes
widening in disbelief and horror. She took a trembling step towards her
mother�s body, shaking her head as though she couldn�t believe what she was
seeing. �No�no�mum�� She put a hand to her mouth to hold back the moan
of revulsion that had started to slip out.

�Now,� Kakarot rubbed his hands
together in anticipation and grinned at the blue haired princess. �Unless you
want that to happen to you, you�d better co-operate with me.� His dark eyes
gleamed. �We�re going to go find your daddy.�

~*~

A/N � Dodgy, ne? But hey � let me know what you
think. For a first draft it isn�t too bad. It needs work and helpful comments
are always useful in the fixer upper department!
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