Awakening 3

The second I was healed up after Tien's attack and got Kami to make me some weighted clothes, I beat a hasty retreat and flew off from Korin's Tower. I couldn't really stay there right now and talk plans for a year from now on. I was pretty much an all around jackass that didn't let the others get a word in edgewise and forced them to follow my tune, but it can't be helped.

I need to think. I've got three different sets of memories from three different people. My head's throbbing with pain and running a mile a minute. The second I woke up and knew whom I was, all the information Jordan had on the Dragon Ball universe just flowed through my head, I was picking apart every little detail that came up and I could remember and even now I could feel my breath coming in short almost panicked gasps. The massive, invigorating increase in strength I found flowing through myself after my zenkai did nothing to help alleviate my rising hysteria.

The massive amount of weight on my body, slowing me down to almost a snails pace while I flew probably made it worse. It was a very hasty decision based on my memories of the weights Goku had when he fought Tien before Piccolo and the factor that on King Kai's planet they'd weigh ten times as much, but I need to be alone for a little while and get my head on straight before I do something stupid. Or stupider even. 7,500 pounds in weighted clothing was a terrible idea.

"...Ah!" I hissed as my head gave a particularly nasty throb.

It was so hard to focus on something specific with the mish mash of memories surging through me. It felt like just moments ago my mother and father sent me off From Planet Vegeta before the ships stasis mode kicked in and put to me to sleep. After that, my mind went black not ten minutes later after waking up to Gohan's smiling elderly face. Then started right up with waking up to him again, but feeling oddly displaced in my head because I couldn't remember....but I do remember it all! I forget! But I don't forget!

"Fuck!" I howled in rage, thrusting my hand out and firing a crimson red beam of energy through the air in frustration.

What the fuck! What the hell!? This is such bullshit! My head is fucking killing me!

Clenching my fists, I roared and pulled on the utmost limits of my ki. My red aura sprang up around me like a living flame and I shot down through the air as fast as I could towards the first thing that caught my eye. A large boulder the size of a house. Despite the weight slowing me down to less than a tenth of what my speed should be I descended hundreds of feet in a split moment and plowed my fist right through it as if it was butter.

Despite the sting on my knuckles, it just made me angrier! Fucking pitiful! Why is it so fragile!? I snapped a kicked forward and tore my leg through the ground in front of me, digging up a massive trench, then threw a punch that kicked up enough of a wind current to tear another massive boulder out of the ground and send it flying through the air.

And despite it all. Despite this amazing power, despite the fact that I was easily twice as strong as my original counterpart Goku. I was completely and utterly fucking livid. My vision is practically tinted fucking red! "Piece of shit!" I howled once more in fury, my voice echoing throughout the plains around me. I stamped my feet hard enough to shake the ground and turned to one of the mountains around me. Why were there so many fucking mountains in this damn world!?

Crimson energy filled my hands and I thrust my hands out, one after another, "Fuck it all! Just fuck everyone!" a barrage of blasts left my hands, mowing down everything in front of me in a glaring red explosion that just continued to grow and grow as I fired blast after fucking blast.

Vegeta! Frieza! Androids! Cell! Buu! All of them and who knows what fucking else. Every single damn one of the mad cunts, with a damn chip on their shoulder all going to crawl out of the fucking wood work and try to kill us all. The mountain range in front of me is insane! Why, why why! This is such bullshit! What even is this!?

My mother, father and brother are all fucking dead! Slaughtered by Frieza and in my brother's case practically killed by my own fucking hands! My life, my fucking family, how did I even end up in this fucking clone body!? I was just a normal fucking guy! My friends aren't even really my fucking friends, they're the originals! I'm just a fucking tool created by Kami and Popo to save this useless fucking mud ball that will happily turn on their saviors for an afro headed fucking buffoon. Fuck this world! Fuck my life!

"Fuck it all!!!!!!!" I screamed out into the open air.

"Ka! Me! Ha! Meeeeeeeee!" I pulled back, cupping my hands together and bright blue flaring between my palms, compressing everything I had left into this one technique , "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I thrust my hands outwards and from them exploded a gargantuan blue beam of annihilation, tearing the fiery left overs of the mountain I had been aiming at asunder and rending the entire mountain range apart in a series of country shaking explosions.

I couldn't help it. "Ha!" I broke out into a series of large guffaws, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!" I laughed freely and madly surrounded by a devastation that would look home in the depths of hell. Then I felt my eyes roll up into the back of my head and darkness was all I saw.