Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Russian Roulette ❯ The Conference part 2 ( Chapter 3 )

This is the second part of the second chapter of my fic, Russian Roulette. It takes place in Talon's Birth of a Prince Universe, and stars her chibi, Sage. At the time that I wrote this, I had no idea how much Sage would come to mean to me. I love and appreciate Talon with all my heart for allowing me to be one of the lucky few who get to add to the character and universes of Sage.

Sage isn't mine, and neither are the Briefs, Sons, or Vegetas…Mrs. Aycock, however, was my second grade teacher, and I'll thank you not to beat her with pointy objects…use kendo sticks, they make an awesome thwacking sound.

Warnings…you know the drill…A/U, graphic and intense cursing, references to the molestation of a child, references to bad shit that happens to people who molest children, the Kakarrotto face, and probably some more cursing.

In case anyone is wondering, the fic Russian Roulette has three more chapters after this one…they are Aftermath, Vengeance, and Bonds. Please keep reading, you may be surprised at what you find, and thanks to everyone who has taken the time not only to read, but also to review. Much love. Dasia!

Russian Roulette

The Conference (part 2)

"Vegeta, no!" Bulma screeched, "Her ass is mine! I'll kill that goddamn bitch!"

Bulma struggled against Gohan, but couldn't manage to extricate herself from his hold. Gohan looked questioningly at the Ouji.

"I said take her outside, Gohan. Leave now. All of you. I will handle this alone," Vegeta commanded. For a long moment, no one moved. Finally, Gohan stepped towards the door, still wrestling with the enraged Bulma. Videl followed, holding Pan's hand tightly in her own.

Goten and Trunks didn't obey, glaring at Ms. Aycock. As if by telepathy, their hands tightened on Sage's shoulders simultaneously. The duo turned pleading eyes towards Vegeta as Trunks spoke for the both of them, "Father…let us stay…"

Vegeta barked, "Go now, boy! Kakarrot, get the children out of here!"

Goku raised soulful eyes to his mate, "You're sure?" Vegeta nodded, and Goku rose, with Sage's hand in his own.

Abruptly, Sage jerked his bloodied hand from Goku's grasp, and said slowly, "No. I'm not leaving." Goten and Trunks halted, unsure of whether they should go, or stay with their brother.

Sage faced his father and unspoken agreement passed between their identical midnight eyes. "Kakarrot, take Goten and Trunks with you." Goku put a steadying hand on his bond-son's arm, then motioned the other two boys out into the hall. The door closed behind them with barely a whisper.

"Well, onna. You've made some serious allegations against myself and my mate, not to mention insulting my son and his mother. I suggest that you explain yourself…and quickly, " Vegeta ordered.

The counselor smirked at the man in front of her, and said, "I don't have to explain myself. You and your family are an abomination…"

"Fuck you," Sage said with deadly calm, "You don't even know us."

"I'm afraid that I don't have to know you, Vegeta, " Ms. Aycock began.

The Ouji broke in, "You will not speak to him. I grow impatient, onna. It is in your best interest to do as you were told."

The woman sputtered, "I don't know who you think you are…"

"I think that I am a father, who stands accused of brutalizing my son, or, perhaps worse, standing by while my mate does so. In less than an hour, you have managed to grievously insult my entire family. You're very lucky, indeed, that I am not the man I once was, or this conversation would be over. I doubt that you would have enjoyed its conclusion." Vegeta said cuttingly.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I don't have to. I will defend my family against any and all who stand against us. Know this, and know also, I consider you an enemy. You don't want to be my enemy, onna, I'm not known for being merciful."

As Vegeta's warning ground to a halt, the door opened once again. Goku entered, and crossed to his former place beside Sage. He remained standing, with one hand placed on the back of Sage's chair protectively. Surprisingly, Vegeta did not order him to leave.

Ms. Aycock looked between the two adult Saiyjins, then settled her gaze on Vegeta, "I don't believe that you would be so upset, unless something I said wasn't hitting home."

"Is that so? Are you a mother?" the smaller man asked.

The woman looked taken aback, "I beg your pardon?"

"If you were a mother then you would realize the utter foolishness of that statement. Any parent would be horrified at your accusations. The very idea is appalling. And Kakarrot is as incapable of harming Sage as I am. "

"You said earlier that you were not known for your mercy." she said arrogantly.

Goku interjected, "We don't have to defend ourselves to you. You've already made up your mind. I'll say this, I feel nothing for your friend, Mr. Burns. He deserves his pain, and much worse."

Ms. Aycock said, "I don't feel that any being deserves the torment that Mr. Burns has undergone."

Sage spoke this time, slowly, carefully, "But I did? I deserved what happened to me?"

"No…that's not…" she started.

Vegeta grated, "Onna, speak to him once more, and I will forget myself."

Sage persisted, "You're trying to make me say that…that…he…that he didn't do this, that I was lying to protect my Baka. I did lie…I didn't tell my fathers what was happening until it was nearly too late. Do you know why?"

Vegeta's thunderous glare quelled any answer the woman might have given. Goku laid a gentle hand on his bond-son's shoulder, "You don't have to…"

"No. I do need to, Goku-san. She needs to know what that bastard really is, " Sage said, "He told me that if I said a word to my fathers, that they would hate me. That my Tousan wouldn't love me anymore, that he wouldn't want me for his son. That it was my fault…he hurt me so much, he broke my tail in two places, and…he…and he…"

Goku leaned over and whispered gently, "No, that's enough now, Sage." Sage's jaw clenched, in an effort to stop himself from crying. His slim hands gripped the top of the desk, the wood beginning to splinter under the force of his grip.

"Onna, I've dealt with your kind before, " Vegeta said softly, his dark eyes fixed on the blood leaking from his son's injured palms, "You aren't the monster, but you're what keeps the monster alive. You allow it to prey on innocence, because you refuse to see the truth. Your friend is that monster…no better than a beast. He feeds on the fear of children, and uses it to satisfy his own desires."

"Mr. Burns is not a monster. He is a man who has been forced to leave several teaching positions, in several different cities, because of your continued persecution of him, " was the counselor's heated reply.

A loud crack resounded through the room as Sage broke the top of the desk in two. He looked down at the pieces of wood, as though he had no idea what had happened. Goku removed them from his grasp and took Sage into his arms. "Shh…no….it's alright, Sage, I'm here…and your Tousan's here…"

Ms. Aycock looked disgustedly at the pair, "I can't believe that you would allow that."

"Allow what, onna? Allow a father to comfort his child?" Vegeta sneered, "I could no more stop Kakarrot from caring for our Vegeta than I could stop the sun from shining."

Sage turned his face towards her, and hissed, "You're a sick bitch. This is my bond-father…I chose him…when I was just a baby…he could never hurt me!"

Goku cupped Sage's face with one hand, dragging the boy's eyes away from her, "Sage, you don't have to defend me. I know what I am, and what I've done. I regret nothing."

Sage buried his face into the broad chest of his bond-father, his body wracked with silent sobs. Goku held him tight, eyes welling with tears, and pleaded, "End this now, Vegeta. This serves no purpose…and it's damaging to the child."

Vegeta acquiesced, rising gracefully from the desk, "What do you want me to say, onna? We did it. How could we not have? When I found out what was going on, I hunted down that son-of-a-bitch, and proceeded to beat unholy hell from him. Kakarrot could not have stopped me, and he didn't try. We broke every single bone in his body…then we did it again."

Ms. Aycock gasped sharply, "You…you admit it, then? You tortured him…"

"He's lucky I didn't cut off his dick and hand it to him!" Vegeta screamed, all composure lost, "The only reason he's alive today is because of that man standing there! Had I been alone, that bastard would be in the seventh level of hell!!"

Goku said harshly, "Death was far too good for that son-of-a-bitch. Better that he live in fear. Let him know what pain really is…"

"Oh yes, fear…he has learned that, hasn't he? Moving from city to city, in a pitiful attempt to remain invisible. He's been unsuccessful so far. Everywhere he goes, we aren't far behind. For the rest of his life, every moment of his pathetic existence, your Mr. Burns will be our prey, " Vegeta's cruel laughter echoed through the room.

Vegeta continued, "He will never again hurt another child, as long as we have breath in our bodies. You're goddamn right, we've tortured him. Every bruise, every broken bone, every nightmare, every scream, every tear my son has shed, every droplet of his precious blood, all of it shall be visited on that motherfucker, a hundred-fold. A thousand-fold."

"His debt will never be paid…never…" Goku added.

"Pain is the greatest of all teachers. Mr. Burns has learned…pain has taught him caution. Whether or not he still feels the urge to screw little boys, I can't say. However, when those thoughts skitter through his twisted mind, he doesn't act on them, not anymore. We've seen to that. He will pay the debt he owes to my son, and he will continue to pay…again…and again…and again, " the Saiyan no Ouji broke off his speech, and began to stalk menacingly toward the hapless counselor.

Ms. Aycock's eyes widened sharply as she gasped in sudden fear. She could not feel his rapidly rising ki, but she could see the evidence of it. Vegeta's raven hair flashed golden, his ebony eyes blazing turquoise. "You…you're…what the fuck are you?" she whispered.

The woman backed out of her chair, nearly screaming when she came up hard against the blackboard. Vegeta placed his hands on the desk and said, "I am a father. A father who will do everything in his power to protect his children."

With a flick of his wrists, the heavy desk was hurled against the door. Vegeta advanced, pushing Ms. Aycock against the wall. Their eyes met, and he asked gently, "This had nothing to do with the school, did it? You couldn't care less about our children. This is a personal vendetta, is it not? So, onna, are you fucking him?"

"What?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"You heard me, bitch. I asked if you were fucking that whoreson. You've certainly gone out of your way to defend him. I certainly hope you don't have any children, or plan on having any, " Vegeta grated.

"I…we…no…" she couldn't seem to form the words.

"Why not? You do trust him, don't you?" Vegeta asked, mock-innocently. "Of course, it makes it easier on you, to think that we've somehow set him up. Dammit, onna, your logic is flawed. Why the hell would we still be after him, all these years later, if he had done nothing to the child? Would we have carried it this far, do you think?"

"I…but he…he couldn't!" Ms. Aycock wailed, "He loves children, and he's so good with them! I don't understand…"

Sage's voice, slightly muffled by the soft cloth of Goku's shirt, "Oh, he's very good with children…you stupid whore…he acts all nice…because…he…because he…" He stopped, chest heaving, and Goku began to whisper softly into his ear.

Vegeta braced his hands against the blackboard, on either side of the counselor's head. He pushed his face close to hers and finished his son's sentence, "Because he wants to fuck them."

"No…no…it's not true…it just can't be…" she was close to hysterics, and Vegeta put a graceful finger to her lips, silencing her.

"I couldn't care less what you believe. It's enough that you've been told. Do with the information what you will. My son has been hurt, in ways you cannot begin to imagine. I was unable to save him, unable to protect him. I won't allow Stan Burns to harm another child."

He continued, "For my lover's sake, I won't kill him, but his life on this earth will be a living, walking, breathing hell. Tell him, onna, when next you see him. That Vegeta no Ouji has not forgotten. I will never forget…and I will never forgive. He will know fear, as my son has known fear. And he will know pain, as my son has known pain."

Tears flowed freely down the woman's face, mascara staining her cheeks. She attempted to push Vegeta away from her, but her slender hands could not move him. His brilliant eyes were piercing in their intensity, it felt as if they were boring into her very soul. Finally, Ms. Aycock looked away.

Vegeta grabbed her face tightly, forcing her eyes back to his, "Look at me, woman. And then look at him. Look at that boy, that beautiful, innocent child, and tell him that he lies. Tell him that he deserved to be molested."

The weeping counselor looked at Sage reluctantly. The teenager was still wrapped in the arms of his bond-father, valiantly trying to hold back his tears. The woman lurched away from Vegeta, taking small, halting steps towards Sage. She was stopped by the deep growl that emanated from Goku. "I just want, " she whispered, "I just want to know…"

Sage hugged Goku tightly, then gently removed himself from the embrace. "You want to know why? Why he did this to me?"

"No. I want to know…how you did it…" she said.

"What?" Sage asked, "How I did what?"

"You…led him on…somehow. You made him sick…you drove him to it…how did you do it?"

Vegeta's ki soared, fueled by the intensity of his rage. His scream echoed through the classroom, "YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!"

Goku took the woman by the elbow, jerking her to his side. He raised his ki slightly, a warning, "Koi, no! She can't defend herself. She's a fool, but I can't let you hurt her."

"Goddamn you, Kakarrot! That bitch…I've had enough! She's hurting our son."

Goku put out a hand, "Vegeta, I know that. I want you to take Sage, and go."

Both Vegetas cried out in protest. Sage pushed past Goku to stand by his father, saying, "No, please! I'm not a child! You two can't shield me from everything!"

Goku's glanced at his bond-son balefully. He said, "I wasn't able to protect you, chukra…when you needed me most…but, I'll be damned if you'll be exposed to this bullshit anymore."

Vegeta was livid, his canines bared, "I won't leave. You'll have to make me, Kakarrot. If you think you can…"

Goku replied, "I will, if you force me. Don't make me do this. Feel what you're doing to Sage, Vegeta…you're scaring him, and you're scaring me…"

"Don't you dare put this on me! That pathetic harlot you're shielding is the one who has upset the child, not me!!" Vegeta screamed.

Sage's eyes were wide, his lungs heaving, "Tousan, Baka, please!! Stop fighting. Let's just go. Let's leave right now. It doesn't matter…"

The still-endangered Ms. Aycock began screeching at Sage, "It does matter, you little bastard! You made my Stanley crazy! You made him turn away from me!!"

Sage drew himself to his full height and hissed, "Bullshit! I wasn't the first little boy he molested. I was just the last. Even as a child, I could tell what he was. I could smell it on him. You think I did something to him? You think I brought this on myself? I was six fucking years old, onna…what could I have possibly known about seducing a grown man?"

"You…people…you freaks…with your exotic looks…and those tails…you're not normal…you could have…mesmerized him…brain-washed him…" she was cut off by the Saiyan no Ouji's roar of frustration.

"Goddamn it, Vegeta!" Goku exclaimed, "I'm begging you to just go!"

"Fuck you, Kakarrot! How dare you protect that whore! She deserves…"

"She deserves nothing better than what she's chosen for herself. I wouldn't wish Stan Burns on my worst enemy. I won't let you hurt a defenseless woman, Vegeta. I can't. You should understand that by now."

Vegeta hurled himself toward the woman, but Goku had anticipated the attack. He shoved her to the ground, and gripped Vegeta with one large hand. The Ouji growled, and Goku was forced to ascend to Super Saiyan in order to keep his hold on the smaller man. He ordered, "Sage, grab onto my shoulder. NOW." Sage obeyed quickly, and Goku placed two fingers to his forehead in a familiar gesture.

In the living room at Capsule Corp. a sudden blurring of the air occurred, followed by the appearance of the trio. Vegeta was struggling against Goku, cursing in a dozen different languages. Goku kissed Sage's forehead tenderly and said, "I'll be back soon. Keep him here. I don't want him to do anything foolish."

"It's alright, Baka. He'll listen to me." Sage put a gentle hand on his father's bicep, and his swearing stopped immediately. Sage began to speak to his father in Saiyjino, attempting to diminish Vegeta's nearly overpowering rage.

Goku materialized in the classroom, in nearly the same spot he had disappeared. It had taken less than a minute for him to return, and Ms. Aycock had not budged an inch from her position on the floor. She moaned in fear when she realized that the taller Saiyjin had returned.

"Stand up." Goku ordered, his now-harsh voice and demeanor brooked no defiance. The counselor tried shakily to stand. Becoming impatient, Goku hauled the woman up by her wrist and pressed her against the door. "Listen, and listen well. You have provoked the Ouji into a near killing rage, with your allegations and insinuations. You've brought up a past that was better left buried, and you've tried to convince our son that he was somehow at fault for that bastard's sickness. You're in grave danger, and you're too much of a damn fool to recognize it. You can't conceive of the power that we possess. Vegeta doesn't have the control that I do, and unfortunately, I have no control over him whatsoever. My suggestion would be for you to get as far away from here as you can. He may not come for you, but I can't promise that he won't. And I don't really give a fuck, except for the damage it would cause to my family if koi should kill you."

She whimpered slightly, "Kill me? He would kill me?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. You've been playing with a loaded gun, lady. What we did to your "Stanley" is nothing compared to what we could have done. I didn't think that his death would bring about anything but trouble, and I feel the same way about yours. I wanted that son-of-a-bitch to learn the true meaning of pain. He hasn't even begun. This little incident certainly hasn't improved my opinion of him, in fact, it just makes me want to kick his ass that much more." Goku said.

"Please, no!! I won't cause you any trouble, I'm sorry if I..." she began.

"For some reason, I don't believe you, "Goku replied, reaching a hand inside the woman's jacket pocket. He pulled out a miniature tape recorder, and held it up to her nose. "What's this, sweetheart? And exactly how stupid do you think I am?"

Her jaw dropped, and she began babbling, "I wasn't…I wouldn't have…I'll destroy it…"

Goku closed his hand, and the plastic casing moaned. He flexed his fingers, and fine black powder drifted down to the floor. "Woman, if you make life difficult for me…I make life difficult for Stanley. It's that simple. If I so much as hear your name, Stan Burns will be getting a visit from me and my koi. Do you understand me?"

The woman's mumbled affirmation was nearly inaudible. Goku shook her, "Dammit, woman, do you understand? I won't hesitate to give you a demonstration if you don't believe me. Mr. Burns is easily found, and I'm in just the right mood."

"YES! Yes, I understand. I won't make any trouble…if you'll stop your attacks on Stanley" she said.

"No. I thought that we had already made that clear. "Stanley" gets his visits from us regardless of what you do. He'll just be taking your beatings along with his own."

He released the woman, backing away from her. Goku again readied himself for Instant Transmission. He hesitated for a moment, however, pausing to leave his parting shot. "I don't know if you plan to have children with that disgusting bastard or not. I will do my best to watch after them. I will protect your children, even from their own father, and so will my koi. That's what kind of men we are. Not freaks, or animals, or abominations against God, but protectors of the innocent. We'll do whatever is necessary in order to carry out that duty."

Again, his large figure distorted, and he was gone. Ms. Aycock was alone. She fell to her knees, sobbing hysterically. Fear clawed at her belly, as she wondered exactly what torture would be visited on her Stanley because of this fiasco. "Oh, what have I done?" she wailed.

In a heartbeat, Goku was outside of the school, where Gohan, Bulma and the others were waiting. They began questioning him as soon as he appeared. He didn't answer, just told them to ready themselves for instant transmission back to CC. Bulma was not easily deterred. "Goku, what the hell happened? Where's Sage and Vegeta?" she asked.

"They're already at home. Things nearly got…out of hand. Look, Bulma, we can talk about this when we get there." Goku finished abruptly. Something in his tone kept Bulma from responding. She simply took Videl's hand, and the group departed.

The first sound that reached the family's ears was the diamond-hard accent of Vegeta no Ouji, "Kakarrot, I hope you have a good fucking explanation…"

Goku didn't get a chance to say a word, before his mate's fist slammed into his nose, and his head hit the ground with a sickening thud. The vicious kick to his ribs convinced Goku that he was in some serious shit this time….

To be continued….