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 stick around right now, talking about plans for a year from now. I was pretty much an all-around jackass who didn't let the others get a word in edgewise and forced them to follow my tune—but it couldn't be helped.
I needed 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 moment I woke up and realized who I was, all the information Jordan had on the Dragon Ball universe just flooded into my head. I was picking apart every little detail I could remember. Even now, my breath came in short, almost panicked gasps. The massive, invigorating surge of strength flowing through me after the Zenkai did nothing to ease the rising hysteria.
The crushing weight of my new clothes, slowing me down to a snail's pace as I flew, probably wasn't helping either. It had been a hasty decision—based on my memories of the weights Goku wore when he fought Tien before Piccolo, and the fact that on King Kai's planet they'd weigh ten times as much—but I needed to be alone for a while. To get my head on straight before I did something truly stupid. Or stupider. 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 anything specific with this mess of memories surging through me. It felt like just moments ago my mother and father were sending me off from Planet Vegeta, before the ship's stasis kicked in and put me to sleep. Then, my mind went black not ten minutes after waking up to Gohan's smiling elderly face. Then it started again—waking up to him, but feeling oddly displaced 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 sky 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 flared around me like a living flame, and I dove toward the first thing I saw—a massive boulder, the size of a house. Even with the weight dragging me down to a fraction of my normal speed, I shot downward in a blur, slamming my fist through the boulder like it was made of paper.
The sting in my knuckles just made me angrier. Fucking pitiful! Why was it so fragile!? I snapped a kick forward, tearing my leg through the ground and carving a massive trench. Then I threw a punch that kicked up a wind strong enough to rip another huge boulder out of the ground and send it hurtling through the air.
And despite all of it—this amazing power, the fact that I was easily twice as strong as the original Goku—I was completely and utterly fucking livid. My vision was practically tinted red.
"Piece of shit!" I howled in fury, my voice echoing across the empty plains. I stomped hard enough to make the earth tremble and turned to one of the mountains nearby.
Why were there so many fucking mountains in this damn world!?
Crimson energy flared in my hands. I thrust my arms out, one blast after another erupting from my palms.
"Fuck it all! Just fuck everyone!" I roared, the blasts mowing down everything in front of me, a growing red inferno consuming the mountains with each explosion.
Vegeta. Frieza. The Androids. Cell. Buu. Every single one of those mad bastards with a chip on their shoulder, crawling out of the damn woodwork to try and kill us all. This mountain range—it was insane. Why? Why!? This is such bullshit! What even is this!?
My mother, my father, my brother—all dead. Slaughtered by Frieza. And in my brother's case? Practically killed by my own hands. My life. My family. How did I even end up in this goddamn clone body!? I was just a normal fucking guy! My "friends" aren't even really my friends—they're the originals. I'm just a fucking tool created by Kami and Popo to save this useless mudball that would happily turn on its saviors for some afro-headed clown. Fuck this world. Fuck my life.
"Fuck it all!!!!!!!" I screamed into the sky.
"Ka! Me! Ha! Meeeeeeeee!" I pulled back, cupping my hands together. Bright blue light flared between my palms as I compressed everything I had into one final technique.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
I thrust my hands forward and unleashed a gargantuan blue beam of annihilation, tearing through the remnants of the mountain I'd been aiming at, ripping the entire range apart in a series of country-shaking explosions.
I couldn't help it.
"Ha!" I broke out in wild, echoing laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I laughed freely, madly, surrounded by devastation that would've looked at home in the depths of hell.
Then my eyes rolled back in my head, and all I saw was darkness.