Russian Roulette
Vengeance
***Warning***Warning***Warning***Warning***Warning***Warning***
COARSE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, ALLUSIONS TO THE
MOLESTATION OF A CHILD
Disclaimer:
Sage does not belong to me, however, he is allowed to come out and play
with his Auntie from time to time…this story takes place in
In their room, Vegeta and Goku prepared themselves for
the night’s work. Their faces were
grim, jaws tight with determination. Vegeta
pulled a black shirt out of his closet and threw it on the bed. “Goddamn
it, Kakarrot, I have had just about all I can stand from that bastard. Now he sends a woman to fight his battles? I’ll show him what pain really
is…fucking bitch, he’ll take her beating and his, too.”
“I’m not arguing. I think that we need to remind Mr. Burns just
exactly who we are, and what we can do.
I don’t think he quite understands the fucking situation, “
Goku answered, pulling on black jeans.
“What the fuck doesn’t he understand? I should think the rules were clear. How many times do we have to kick the shit
out of that fucker before he does understand?” Vegeta went into the bathroom,
slamming the door behind him. A moment
later, Goku opened the door and came in, laying a kiss on his lover’s
shoulder.
“Vegeta, it’s up to you, but I think that
we need to hold Sage off for just a while longer. I’m not comfortable with the idea, not
yet. He’s still so young, I
don’t think he’s ready for it.”
“He isn’t ready. But Kakarrot, I honestly have very little
control over Sage. If he gets it into
his head that he wants his revenge, I won’t be able to stop him, short of
hurting the child. That I won’t
do, “ Vegeta said, as he wiped water from his face.
“Of course not.
If it comes to that, then all we can do is help, if he’ll let
us. But, I think you have more control
over Sage than you think. He loves
you. Hell, he idolizes you, koi. You can get through to him when no one else
can.“ Goku said. He ran unsteady
fingers through his thick hair, and continued, “I’m afraid for him
right now. This could easily turn
ugly. He’d kill Burns if he could
get his hands on him.”
“I can’t remember my first kill, Kakarrot,
but I know I was younger than he is now.
It changes you, makes you hard and cold.
I don’t want that for my son.
We’ll continue to handle this our way, and pray to Kami that his
rage lessens with time. I’m not
sure you’re right about my influence over Sage, but I’ll do my best
to talk him out of it. He is a Saiyjin,
he won’t be denied his vengeance for very long,” Vegeta said,
pitching the towel into the hamper.
Goku heaved a sigh as he followed his lover back into
their room. “What I wouldn’t
give to take his pain.”
Vegeta touched his mate’s face lovingly,
“I know that. All we can do is
ensure that no one hurts him ever again.
Are you ready?”
A feral look came over Goku’s face, hardening
his features, his eyes turning cold, “I’m ready. But is Stanley ready for us?” He took his lover’s wrist gently,
placing two fingers to his forehead. He took a moment, casting about for the
familiar, weak ki signature of Stan Burns. “Found him, “ he
growled, and in a flash, they were gone.
It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the
darkness, but the Saiyjins’ well-developed sense of smell had already
found their quarry. Vegeta saw him
first, pointing him out to Goku.
“There he is. I’ll be
a son-of-a-bitch…” he trailed off, looking around at their new
surroundings. It was a park, a
children’s playground to be precise.
The swings and slides were vacant, the utter stillness strangely
disturbing.
Stan Burns sat on the ground beside a large tree, but
he was too far away for them to get a good look at him. Vegeta shook his head abruptly, then
whispered back, “Can you take us closer,
without him seeing or hearing us?
I want to come up behind him.”
Goku nodded, once again taking his lover by the
hand. They reappeared a few yards behind
Burns. Suddenly, everything fell into
place. From their new position they
could see two boys, presumably brothers.
One was a teenager, the other perhaps six or seven years old. Laughing
and playing, the boys were walking a small dog, neither realizing that they
were being watched.
Stanley Burns had found the perfect vantage point for
seeing without being seen. Long practice
had taught him how to stay out of the light, how to blend in with the shadows,
how to hunt his prey. He was not the
only one. Behind him, the two Saiyjins
were crouched low to the ground.
Goku’s teeth ground together at the sight, “Vegeta?”
he whispered.
Vegeta placed a finger to his lips, motioning for Goku
to follow. They moved slowly, finally
coming to a stop at the base of the tree.
Vegeta stood at his full height, looking down on Burns. He grimaced slightly, and Goku mouthed,
“What?” Vegeta waved a hand,
and his mate came to stand at his shoulder.
Goku could hardly contain his rage at the sight that met his eyes.
Stan Burns sat, legs crossed, his head resting against
the bark of the tree. His eyes were
glazed, unfocused, his tongue licking at his dry lips. His breath came in short, heavy pants, and he
was whimpering slightly. One hand rested
on his knee, periodically fisting in the soft material of his slacks. His pants were undone, the other hand was
stroking his fully erect member. He
moaned softly, as the boys came a bit closer, his breath hitching in his chest.
Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations as an
unpleasant feeling washed over him. Stan
wasn’t used to this feeling, as he was very good at camouflaging
himself. He was being watched. He sat
up, hands falling to the ground. He stilled his breathing, hoping against hope
that it was not THEM.
It was.
Vegeta’s voice, sharp as glass, pierced the
night, “Well, Stanley, you seem to be having fun without us. A pity.
We were hoping that you’d like to play with us tonight.”
He rose awkwardly, trying to fasten his pants as he
did so. His fingers fumbled with the
button, as he backed away from the pair.
Goku’s voice, pitched dangerously low, said, “I don’t
fucking believe it.”
Vegeta’s ancient eyes turned to his mate and he
said knowingly, “I believe it.”
Burns took the slight lapse in their attention as a
chance for escape. He bolted, running in
no particular direction, heart pounding in certain fear. They would catch him…they always caught
him.
Vegeta sighed, “Why does he even bother? Kakarrot, if you would, please?”
Goku complied readily, not even bothering to use
instant transmission. His speed was
incredible, and he was in front of Stan before the man could stop. He crashed headlong into an unmoving mass of
Saiyjin flesh. Goku grasped the smaller
man by the hair, and twisted. Stan cried
out, and Goku backhanded him across the mouth. “We’ve gone over
this before, Stan. If you scream, it
only makes me want to hurt you more.
I’m going to hurt you anyway, but don’t make it harder on
yourself.”
Burns bit his lip, his limbs already beginning to
tremble. He KNEW what was coming, knew
it as surely as he knew his own name.
“You don’t have a fucking clue, do you,
Stanley?” Vegeta asked, as Goku brought him his prize. The larger Saiyjin held the man out at
arm’s length, teeth gnashing in anger.
“We’ve had this same conversation a dozen times over the
years, and still you act as if you have a hope of escaping us.”
“I’m…I’m sorry…”
came the breathless reply. Goku slapped
him across the mouth and blood began to drip down his chin.
Vegeta queried, “Did you lose another tooth,
Stan? I certainly hope
so…”
He paused, then continued, “I already know that
you’re sorry, I don’t need you to tell me that. If you’d like to keep your teeth, I
would suggest that you keep your fucking mouth shut. I will give you permission to speak when I
feel that your input is needed.”
He turned his head to his mate, and said, “The children are
gone. I think that we can
begin.”
Stan’s eyes grew large and he stammered,
“N…N…No…please no….not…not
again.”
Goku sighed and belted Stan across the face, still
holding him by the hair.
“I’m going to speak slowly.
Do. Not. Say.
A. Word.”
He looked directly into Burns’ eyes and grated,
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
Blood was gushing from the human’s nose, flowing
freely down his chin, staining his white T-shirt. He whimpered softly, biting at his lip to
stop himself from sobbing. Vegeta shook
his head, “Do you realize just how
pathetic you are? It’s sad,
really. There are rules…rules that
you must follow. If you break the rules,
there are consequences. What are the
rules, Stanley?”
Burns’ looked to Goku for before speaking. The large Saiyjin inclined his head, saying,
“Answer him, but if you scream, I’ll tear your fucking tongue
out.”
The man stammered, his voice hoarse with fright,
“I…I’m not…I can’t tell…anyone…who
you are…why you…I can’t…I…I…” he broke off, sobs tearing his chest.
Vegeta stalked toward his prey, stopping only inches
away. He leaned close, his voice barely
a whisper, “You were supposed to keep your mouth shut. Keep your mouth shut, and your hands to
yourself, and stay away from children.
That’s all that I asked of you.”
He looked downward meaningfully, and said, “Of
course, you did keep your hands to yourself, didn’t you? But for how long? How long until you couldn’t control your
urges, until you went after that child?”
Goku growled menacingly, as Burns’ raised a
hand. His arm fell to his side limply,
and he said, “No…I wouldn’t have…I just…I was
just looking…”
Vegeta’s voice dripped with disgust,
“Please. The least you could do is
admit it. I’m so tired of
you…do you have any idea how utterly sick I am of you? The very thought of touching you makes my
skin crawl. I have known some sick
motherfuckers, but you are singularly vile.”
He continued, “What did you think would
happen? Did you think that if you sent
that onna after us, that we would be frightened? You’ve seen only a fraction of our true
power, no mere human can stand against us.
You were not to tell a soul, not a single being what goes on between
us. There is a price to pay for
disobedience, Stanley, I thought that we had made that perfectly clear.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about! I never told anyone, “he
began, but was stopped again by Goku’s powerful fist.
Goku released the man’s hair, dropping him to
ground. He said, “That’s a
fucking lie, Burns. That bitch knew
things that only you could have told her.”
Vegeta grunted, “Neither here nor there,
kanojo. I feel like kicking some ass,
and since his whore isn’t around to take her beating, then our Mr. Burns
will take it for her.”
“I didn’t DO anything!” Burns
screamed, and this time it was Vegeta who lashed out.
His foot connected with Burns’ head with a
sickening crunch, and he cried out,
“You didn’t do anything?
You miserable bastard, you molested my child! You deserve every torture we can devise, and
then some! Goddamn it, you injured more
than just his body, you damaged his soul!
If I tortured you every day for a thousand years, it would still not be
enough!”
Goku dragged Vegeta off of the man, saying,
“Vegeta, NO!”
Vegeta’s ki was skyrocketing, fueled by sheer
rage. “Kakarrot, he’s not worth pissing on!”
“Vegeta, we stick to the plan. No matter what he says, don’t let that
bastard provoke you into killing him.
That’s what he wants. He lives
as long as Sage lives. He suffers as
long as Sage suffers. He will die when
we fucking tell him to, and not one Kami-damned second before.”
Vegeta powered down abruptly, his breathing rapid, his
heart pounding in his chest. Goku put a
hand to his lover’s face, murmuring, “You can do this. You need to do this, for Sage. This bastard can’t be allowed to
disrupt his life any more than he already has.
He obviously hasn’t been deterred by his previous beatings,
koi. I don’t know what you can do
to him, that hasn’t already been done.
But that bastard can’t be allowed to roam free, hurting other
children. He needs to be convinced of
our utter control over him. He needs to
KNOW that we dominate every aspect of his existence.”
The smile that spread across Vegeta’s face
struck fear into the heart of his lover.
Goku stepped back without thinking.
Vegeta’s voice was icily calm, “You know, I believe
you’re right. And I think I know
just how to do it.”
He pushed past Goku, saying, “We need to go somewhere
quiet…where no one can hear him scream.”
Goku nodded solemnly, “The mountains where Gohan
was trained by Piccolo. No one around
for hundreds of miles.”
Vegeta said only, “That will do nicely. I need time, and no interruptions. It will be unpleasant, Kakarrot, to say the
least. I will not think less of you if
you don’t accompany me.”
Goku put out a hand, but stopped short of actually
touching his Ouji. “Vegeta…I
won’t let you do this alone…whatever you think is
best…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill him. My son has a right to his vengeance, but I
can no longer take the chance that this fucker will get his hands on some other
child. I had hoped that it would not
come to this.”
He knelt down beside the sniveling man, who had curled
into a fetal position. Vegeta stroked an
absent hand across Stan’s forehead, “It’s a shame,
really. All of those beatings you
underwent and still you learned nothing.
How many times have we smashed you into a bloody pulp? How many times have we broken every single bone
in your body? Exactly what do I have to
do to convince you of my power?”
Stan didn’t answer, either from pain or
fear. Vegeta continued, taking
Stan’s hand in his own, “I’ve broken these fingers so many
times. I suppose that the pain is
familiar to you by now. With time, you
are able to forget just how bad it was.
You remember that it hurt, but not the intensity.”
Vegeta’s eyes took on a far-away cast and he
said, “I understand that, better than you know. I’ve had an interesting life,
Stanley. Agony…pain…torture…I
learned them first-hand…from the master.”
Suddenly, Vegeta dropped the other man’s hand
and stood upright. “Let’s
go.”
Goku said merely, “Hai.” He picked up
Burns with one arm, and put the other hand to his forehead. Vegeta gripped his mate’s shoulder, and
the trio vanished.
The spot which Goku had selected was only a few miles
from where his eldest son had received his training from Piccolo. Deserted for hundreds of miles in either
direction, lit only by pale moonlight, it was ideal. Vegeta could do as he wished with Stanley
Burns, without fear of witnesses, or reprisals.
Stan shook his head, attempting to clear it. He knew that the larger man was able to
somehow teleport, and it was a now-familiar sensation. However, his acquaintance with the technique
did not make it any less alarming. THEY
had brought him here, in less time than it takes to blink an eye. One moment,
he was lying on the ground in the middle of the park; the next moment, he was
in the middle of nowhere.
Looking around wildly, Stan could see nothing else, no
ONE else. He was completely, utterly
alone, except for those two savages. He
began to scream but Goku didn’t even bother to hit him. The taller Saiyjin threw him to the ground
and looked at his mate. “What
now?” he asked.
“First of all, Mr. Burns will shut his
mouth. He will, or I will slam my fist
down his throat.”
Abruptly, Stanley’s cries ceased. He sat up, and attempted to wipe the blood
away from his mouth and nose.
“Second,
Mr. Burns will stand his ass up. He will
take his punishment like a man. Or else I’ll castrate him, and then
he’ll take it like a woman.”
Vegeta said, leering at the man.
Stan rose tremulously, pushing himself off the
ground. His frightened eyes were glued
to Vegeta. “Third, Mr. Burns will
remove his shirt and turn around.”
Burns didn’t move. Goku
took a single menacing step, and Burn’s bloodied T-shirt was over his
head. He pivoted sharply, and was facing
the other way before the shirt even hit the ground.
“You would have liked him, Stanley, “
Vegeta said softly, “The one who taught me about pain. You are much
alike. Frieza, however, was incredibly
powerful, while you are beyond pathetic.
His punishments were, above all things, creative. I remember every detail of my
“sessions” with Frieza.
Every single scar on my body tells a story, Stan…and most of my
stories begin with Frieza.”
Goku’s eyes glittered with tears, as Vegeta
continued, “I’m sorry that
it has come to this. You had only to
follow the rules, to do as you were told, and I might have been merciful. You bring this on yourself,
Stanley.” He motioned for Goku to
stand by the hapless Burns, then said, “I won’t kill you, but I
promise that you will pray for death.”
The Saiyan no Ouji commanded, “Hold him…and close your
eyes.” Goku looked questioningly
at his mate, but obeyed immediately. He
stood face to face with Stan, gripping the man’s elbows tightly. He closed his eyes, but not before he saw a
small flame of blue ki forming in the palm of his lover’s hand.
Goku wasn’t sure how Vegeta could use his intense ki without
destroying the frail human. He began to
voice his concerns, when suddenly, there was a flash of blinding light. He winced as Burns’ scream assaulted
his sensitive hearing. Stanley arched
his back, straining against Goku’s hold, “Oh, God,
NO!!…”
His breath caught in his throat, and he cried soundlessly, “Please no, oh God, help me…
PLEASE…no more…”
Vegeta’s sinister laugh echoed through the clearing, causing Goku
to open his eyes. He peered over
Stan’s shoulder, and gasped. A
perfectly straight diagonal line had been cut across the man’s shoulder
blades. It was perhaps an inch deep, but
completely bloodless. Goku asked his mate, “What the hell…how did
you…?”
“Simple really. It takes a
skillful hand, and some patience. It is
something like Krillen’s Destructo Disk.
The ki is used like a bullwhip, the wound cauterizing instantly from the
intense heat. Hurts, doesn’t it,
Stanley?”
Stanley’s sobs wracked his body, “Please…I’ll
stop…I’ll never do it again…I’ll never LOOK at another
child…I’m sick, I know it…I need help…”
Vegeta’s voice lowered dangerously, “You are sick,
Stanley…and I’m the cure.”
Goku had no warning this time, as another blaze of ki lashed across
Burns’ back. He held on, not
letting go, even when the man began to beg for mercy. “I’M SORRY. FORGIVE ME.
OH GOD, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”
he cried out.
Vegeta answered, “You will not be forgiven, by me or by your
God. You are unforgivable.”
A third flash, then a
fourth. Vegeta’s smirk only
widened as the man’s screams became even more intense.
Four identical gashes ran along the left side of Burns’ back,
almost as if some great beast had tore at him with its massive claws. The man was raving, nearly out of his mind
from the pain. “Stanley!”
Vegeta called, “Answer me. Do you
want the pain to stop?”
“Y…Y…Yes…Yesssss….”he moaned, lungs
heaving. His hands scrabbled at
Goku’s chest, as he tried to pull away from the larger man. Goku was unfazed, dark eyes never once
leaving his mate.
The Saiyan no Ouji called out, “I suggest that you rest a moment,
Stan. There’s more to
come…don’t want you to miss out on the fun.”
“NOOO!!!!” Burns shrieked.
Fear gave him new-found strength, and he managed to extricate his shoulders from Goku’s grasp. Goku was forced to haul back on the smaller
man’s wrists. Burns continued backing
away, struggling to escape. With one
last jerk, he freed himself, but not without a cost. A dull, grinding sound came from his wrists,
as one, then the other, was dislocated.
“Bring your ass back here, bitch,” Goku growled. His tail was unwrapped from his waist,
twitching nervously.
“Vegeta…?”
His mate answered, already knowing the question, “Hold him. I’m not finished.”
Goku smiled, white teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Take your time.” He picked Burns’ up by the nape of his
neck, and stood him on his feet. He took
the man’s injured wrists, experimentally rolling the joints
together. The groans that issued from
his throat were intensely satisfying.
“Stop. Please.
No more. I can’t take any
more, “ he panted, lungs heaving for air.
With one swift movement, Goku slammed the joints back into place. He had set his own dislocated limbs hundreds
of times, and had no trouble settling Burns’ back into their proper
position. Seconds later, he shifted his
weight, and pulled downward on Stan’s wrists. This time the grinding was
joined by the appalling sound of tearing tendons.
“Kakarrot, I’m surprised at you, “ Vegeta said, his
voice raised over Stanley’s wailing.
“Why is that, koi?” Goku asked, as he once again relocated
Stan’s joints. With one hand, he
held up the crying ningen, and continued, “Didn’t think I had it in
me?”
“I knew that you did. I am
only surprised that you let it out.”
“This bastard seems to bring out the best in all of us,
wouldn’t you say?”
Goku turned his gaze toward Burns and said, “I held our son
today, much as I’m holding you now, Stanley. His suffering was greater than anything you
have ever felt. His anguish went far
deeper than the slashes on your back. He
has been injured, his very soul damaged, in a way that goes far beyond your
physical pain. You will never know the
kind of agony that he has known.”
“I do,” Vegeta whispered, “I know. He feels…powerless, humiliated, violated, disgusting,
unnatural. All of that and then
some.”
He continued, It lasts long
after the bruises and bites have healed, long after your ass stops hurting,
long after you can finally feel your tail again. Do you know what it is? Fear.
Fear that tears at your heart, claws at your stomach, coils in your
spine. Waiting for you to find something
beautiful, and good….and then destroy it.
Because you don’t deserve it.
You don’t deserve anything but the pain that was given you.”
He shook his head as if to clear it, saying, “Enough of
this. Kakarrot…” Goku took Burns’ by the chin, holding
his jaw in one massive hand. Stan
flailed his limbs helplessly, exhausted.
“Close your eyes, koibito,” Vegeta said tiredly, then
quickly threw out four lines of ki.
These tore across the right side of the man’s back, as once again he arched against Goku. His voice was completely gone, he
couldn’t even scream, his mouth working helplessly. His feet left the ground, kicking wildly.
Goku held him up to his face, their noses nearly touching. He looked into the wild eyes of his quarry,
and said, “You should never have touched him. You should never have laid hands on our
son. All of this, because you wanted
something that wasn’t yours to take.
He was a little boy, full of hopes and dreams and fantasies. He was a child, whose greatest worry was that
someone would steal his peanut butter.
He was an innocent chibi, who did not know what evil was.”
He shook his head sadly, “You changed all that. In one fell swoop, you altered the course of
our son’s life. You took his
innocence, his childhood, his entire little world, and you destroyed it
utterly. Nothing can bring it back. Nothing can bring my little Sage back to
me. He is not the same child that he
was, and he never will be again. The
blame rests solely on your shoulders. I
don’t feel sorry for you, Stan. I
think you delight in destruction. Well,
guess what…so do we.”
Vegeta looked on, his eyes beginning to sparkle in the moonlight. “So very true. Destruction is our business…and it is
our pleasure. There is nothing more beautiful
to me than the sight of your broken body, Stanley. I could kick your ass every day for the rest
of your miserable existence and never tire of it. But that isn’t my place. Not anymore.
There’s someone who wants to see you, Stan. Not today, not tomorrow…but very, very
soon. My son comes for his revenge, and
when he does, you will pray for this day.
You will remember this pain with joy in your heart.”
Stan whimpered softly, his hoarse voice barely audible, “No
more. No more.”
“There is more, Stanley.
This doesn’t end until I’m damned good and ready. Kakarrot, lay him on the ground.”
Goku opened his hand, and Stan crashed to the ground in a heap. Vegeta kicked him over onto his back,
stifling a grin as Burns’ began to howl.
“Tender, are you?”
He knelt down, holding Burn’s right hand against the ground. He motioned for Goku to hold the man. Goku knelt as well, one hand on Burns’
collarbone, the other on his sternum.
Vegeta’s voice was soft, melodic, “Lord Frieza always said
that to be truly effective, torture has to leave an impression. A mark, so to speak. Let me show you what I mean.”
Vegeta placed a knee on Stanley’s injured wrist. He rolled up the sleeve on his right arm, and
pushed it close to the man’s face.
“It’s dark out here, I know, and time has faded the
scar. But it is there. His mark.
His name. His claim on me, etched
into my skin, into my soul for all eternity.
Look closely. Do you see
it?”
Burns’ abused vocal chords ground out, “Yes.”
Suddenly, Vegeta’s intentions filtered into his pain-numbed
brain. He didn’t scream, or yell,
or fight. Not one word left his mouth. He closed his eyes, and tears welled
underneath his eyelids. The droplets
flowed down his cheeks, falling to the ground to mingle with the dirt.
Vegeta said, “I won’t lie to you, Stanley, and say that
this won’t hurt a bit. To tell the truth, I won’t be happy unless
it does.”
His knee still pinning Burns’ wrist, Vegeta placed his left hand
on the ground to steady himself. With
his right hand, he formed a small, nearly microscopic ball of ki. Carefully, so as not to sever the artery, he
began engraving his mark on the forearm of Stan Burns.
He talked gently as he worked, not missing a beat when Stan began to
arch against the pain. “You see,
the whole point of this, Stanley, is to give you something to remember me by. A souvenir, so to speak. You will not forget this time. Every time you look at this mark, at my mark,
you will remember. My name is
Vegeta. My son is Vegeta. We do not forgive, we do not forget. We hate with as much passion as we love. And it is we who will be the instruments of
your demise.”
He continued, “You don’t die today, Stanley. Your fate is no longer under my control. The rules, however, stay the same. You do not tell a soul about us, or what goes
on between us. You stay away from
children. Any children,
Stan…don’t look at them, don’t go near them, don’t even
think about them. You will not attempt
suicide. If the thought flickers in your
mind, I suggest that you snuff it out. I
will find you, Stan, before you ever get the chance to kill yourself, just as I
have found you so many other times. You cannot even imagine what I will do to
you then.”
His work nearly finished, Vegeta said, “Finally, and most
importantly, you will never bring a child into this world. You and your onna may do as you like. You deserve one another. But if she becomes pregnant, you will pay,
and dearly.”
The tiny ki ball flared as Vegeta closed his fist around it. He smiled at the pain. He sat back on his heels, assessing the
damage. “Not too bad. I’m sure Frieza would be proud,”
he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Stan pulled his arm to his chest, holding it tightly. He glanced down quickly, then looked to
Vegeta, who explained, “My name, and my son’s. In Saiyjino. Be glad I didn’t decide to
translate it for you…on the other arm.”
The smell of charred flesh assaulted Goku’s sensitive nose, and
he turned his head. Vegeta breathed in
deeply, saying, “Stanley. What are
the rules?”
Fear or pain, perhaps both, caused Burns’ voice to crack as he
rasped out, “Tell no one. No
children. Stay alive.”
“Succinct, but I can see that you understand me. Know that we are watching you, Stanley. Every day, every hour, every minute, for the
rest of your life. Until we decide to
kill you, or rather, until our son decides to kill you, ” Vegeta said cruelly.
He leaned downward, his mouth nearly touching Burns’ ear, and
whispered, “I promised not to kill you, Stanley. I never promised that you would be left in
one piece. I may be tempted to remove
any unnecessary parts. You don’t need your eyelids, Stanley. You don’t need your ears or your nose or your tongue.” Stan squealed, trying to angle his head away
from Vegeta’s.
Vegeta never paused, “Your wandering hands have gotten you into
this situation, Stanley, perhaps it’s best if you lose them? And I think we all agree that your dick is
beyond useless. You’re worthless, a pathetic waste of humanity, a
festering blight on this otherwise beautiful planet. Do not ever make the mistake of thinking me
merciful.”
Stan opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to scream, but no sound left
his throat. His head slumped over, as
his eyes rolled back in his head.
“He lasted longer than I would have given him credit for, “
Vegeta said, rising to his feet gracefully.
He extended a hand to his mate, saying, “We can leave now.”
Goku queried, “Vegeta…doesn’t he need to be taken to
a hospital?”
“No. I know from
experience, the wounds are already closed.
He will lose no blood. His wrists
are damaged, but that’s hardly life-threatening. We’ll dump him at his apartment. Then we can go home…to our
family.”
The larger man nodded, heaving the body of Stan Burns’ over his
shoulder. With the Saiyan no
Ouji’s hand curled around his bicep, Goku directed his attention to
Burns’ home. He hesitated, then
said, “Vegeta, she’s there.
The counselor.”
“Oh, his onna must be concerned.
Pity that Stanley wasn’t there to meet her. Go ahead, koi. She should see what her interference has led
to.”
“Stanley’s visit to the park didn’t help anything,
“ Goku growled.
“No, it didn’t. My
intentions were only to kick his ass, but when I saw him…fondling
himself, my plan was changed. Forgive
me, Kakarrot.”
Goku smiled at the apology, a rare occurrence indeed. “Nothing to forgive. You did only what I asked you to do. I think that Stan is fully convinced of our
power.”
“Possibly. He is a
monster, and his sickness is not easily remedied. I will not hesitate to teach him again, if
needed, “ Vegeta said.
Goku placed his fingers to his forehead, and once again the trio faded
into the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Susan Aycock was in the living room of her lover’s apartment,
awaiting his arrival nervously. She
paced the floor, high heels clacking against the hard wood. “It’s nearly one o’clock,
where could he be?” the woman mumbled, “They couldn’t have
found him this quickly. They just
couldn’t. But the large one, he
disappeared…I don’t know…”
She had kept her lonely vigil for almost three hours, and was having a
difficult time convincing herself of Stanley’s safety. “What have I done, oh, what have I
done?” she wailed.
Suddenly, Vegeta no Ouji’s arrogant tones rang out, “Onna,
it isn’t what you’ve done, it’s what you’ve forced us
to do.”
Startled, the woman spun around, nearly falling. Her eyes widened at the sight of her
lover’s tormentors. She began to
back away slowly, but stopped when Goku unceremoniously dropped Burns’
body. His head bounced off of the hard
wood, but he didn’t move or cry out.
With a shriek, Aycock rushed to his side, and tried to awaken the
injured man.
Vegeta said to her, “I wouldn’t wake him if I were
you. He won’t look on it as a
kindness, and he might feel that you are to blame for his condition.”
Susan looked up questioningly, “His…condition? What’s the matter…” She
broke off as she got a good look at her lover’s seared back and
forearm. “Oh. My. God. You bastards, what did you do to my
Stanley?”
Vegeta’s smirk was smug and self-satisfied, “I do believe
that we finally got through to your Mr. Burns.
Just in case we didn’t, though, I’ll tell you exactly what I
told him. There are rules, and
consequences. You will never speak a
word of this, you will never become impregnated with Stan Burns’ child,
and you will not allow him access to any other child. If you break these rules, then Stanley
suffers the consequences.”
He stalked to Stan’s limp form, and kicked him viciously in the
ribcage. Burns came to quickly with a
sharp, “Wha?” Vegeta folded
his arms, glaring down at the pair, “Stanley! Wake up!
Tell the onna what your penalty will be, should you or she step out of
line.”
Stan’s reply came tentatively, his mind clouded by pain,
“They…they’ll…hurt me…again…but
next….next time…he’ll take…my…he’ll cut
me…pieces of me…”
“What Stanley is trying to say, is that I will not be lenient
next time. If either one of you makes
trouble for me, in any way, then Stan here will start losing body parts. Most of which he seems to be rather attached
to…”
“How could you do this to him?
How could you scar him like this?” she interrupted,
“You’re sick, to threaten him that way!”
“Who’s threatening?
I’m stating a fact. And I
find it incredibly easy to hurt that bastard.
He has scarred our son, emotionally, so deeply that it will never
heal. It became even easier when I found
him stalking another little boy, only hours ago.”
“He wasn’t!
You’re lying!!” she screamed.
Goku sighed, and moved toward her.
“We don’t have to lie.
Stanley will tell you exactly what happened. Won’t you, Stan? You’ll give her a reason as to why we
found you in the park, watching that child, with your dick in your hand. I’m sure that you have a perfectly good
explanation. Go ahead, I want to hear
this.”
Stan didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. Susan looked into his eyes, already welling
with tears, and all of her suspicions were confirmed. “You were…Stanley, no! Why, I don’t understand…”
she began to weep softly, putting her hands to her face.
Vegeta’s voice was surprisingly gentle, “Woman, he is
depraved. You don’t have to
understand him, you should get as far away from him as possible.”
“I won’t leave him, no matter what he’s done. He needs help, he needs counseling,
it’s not his fault!”
Goku yelled, “Then whose fault is it?!? He’s known for at least eight years, if
not much longer, that he had this problem…why didn’t he get
help? He enjoys his sickness, revels in
perversity, takes delight in obscenity.
You are no better, if you refuse to hold him responsible!”
She answered swiftly, “I don’t see how you can blame
him! He didn’t choose to have this
illness. He was born this way!”
then she stopped a moment before adding, “And I’m sure your
son’s scheming ways didn’t help matters at all. I saw the way he held onto you, it was
disgusting.” She leveled her gaze
at Goku, who didn’t react in the slightest.
Vegeta, however, was infuriated.
He screamed, “Are you that fucking stupid?!”
He stepped forward menacingly, but was brought to a halt by
Goku’s gentle hand on his arm, “No, koi. She’s obviously as insane as he
is. We can’t force her to see the
truth. Let’s go, leave them to be crazy together. We need to go home to our children.”
“Kakarrot, I’m not going to hurt her. She is insane, but she is no fool. If she hears it from him, if he tells her what
he did…”
“Why, Vegeta? Why does it
matter what she thinks?”
“How can she deny it? He
molested our son, but somehow, she has it justified in her mind. I don’t
understand how a woman can be so cold, so callous…” Vegeta was
greatly agitated, and Goku didn’t know how much longer he could control
his Ouji.
“Vegeta, she is what she is.
What that woman believes means nothing.
Not to me, and certainly not to Sage, “ he paused, then grabbed
Vegeta’s hand, “It’s time for us to go home, honey. I’m sorry for this. Stanley,
we’ll be seeing you again soon.
Very soon.”
The unwilling Ouji spat out curses as his mate tried in vain to soothe
him. A slight shimmer to the air, and
the pair vanished. Stanley Burns lay
prone on the ground, but he was trying to say something... “What is it, darling? What can I do to help you?” Susan
asked, face twisted with concern.
Burns’ voice, when it came, was little more than a croak,
“You fucking cunt. You goddamned
whore.”
“What, Stanley? Why would
you say that? What did I do?” she
asked in disbelief.
“Get the fuck away from me.
This is your fault, all of it.” Burns rasped.
“But,
His wounds would heal quickly,
but the pain he felt would never be forgotten.
He never spoke again of his tormentors, not even to Susan. “They
won’t ever stop coming for me…and there’s no place I can
hide, “ is all she could force from him.
Just as Vegeta had planned, Stanley Burns had learned the true power of
the Saiyjin…relentless determination.
This, along with their fierce protectiveness, strengthened by the bonds
of family, made them far more dangerous than any warrior elite. They were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned
with. Unfortunately for him, so was
their son.
To be continued…