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!