Domination

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT. They belong to Akira Toriyama. But i DO own all the OCs. Do NOT take my OC's without permission, especially Dillon. That OC is my pride and joy.

Warning: Sex, violence, gore, murder, cannibalism, adultery

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Domination Chapter 14: Method To His Madness

“Thank you for joining us during this special news bulletin. The public is starting to ask, do we have a maniac living amongst us? Last night, a video surveillance camera was posted on a very popular online website, exposing to the world a horrid attack to an innocent man roaming an alleyway. As you can see in the video, he is just about to walk out onto the street before a man dressed in black attacks him from behind, literally tearing him apart with –not his hands- but his teeth. He takes the man into his mouth and with strength we rarely witness, shakes him like a rag doll. The image, be it though that the quality is poor, still brings fear into the heart of the people around.

Unfortunately, police and investigators could not figure out who the maniac was. Nor could they find the man who was attacked. Our hearts go out to the victim and we beg for him to come forward about his attack, letting us know who his attacker was so we could bring justice to him. And to bring peace to the citizens around--”

The TV clicked off, Dillon giving a grunt of disgust. His father was there with him, arms crossed with a scowl. Dillon tossed the remote to his side and ran his fingers through his thick hair. “That was close, Dillon. Too close.” His father spoke up.

“It won’t happen again.” The teen sighed, tapping his fingers against his chin. The look his father gave him was one of mistrust. Giovanni didn’t believe him. “It’s not as if he chose to do that, Father. He is just not in control of his illness. All we have to do is hone in on it and work it to our advantage.” Dillon was confident in himself. He was confident that Goten would do whatever he asked of him. Giovanni just gave a huff and excused himself, still mistrusting his son, but allowing him to do as he wished. Ever since Dillon had stood up for himself, Giovanni gained a new respect for his child.

What Dillon wasn’t confident in, was just how much he could control Goten.

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Goten’s POV

I hardly remember the timeslot from when I attacked Voorhees. I know that he, Dillon and I decided to go out during the night to see the city in all its darkness. I know that we had been going around for about an hour, and that I also got a headache. The headache got worse, making my brain throb and hurt more than the norm. By that point, I blacked out. It felt as if I passed out and was simply floating around in soft air, complete darkness surrounding me. It was peaceful. I didn’t feel pain or the constant throbbing in my mind that apparently makes me insane. I want to escape it forever.

By the time I awoke from my blackness, I was standing in the rain sobbing with Dillon’s arms around me. I didn’t ask what happened, knowing already I had done something horrid. He kissed my forehead and led me back to the alleyway where a pool of blood surrounded Voorhees. I gasped and ran over to him, afraid to touch him where I had bitten him. His neck was open, blood matting his beautiful curly hair. “W-w-w-we need to get him a senzu.” I had mumbled to Dillon, and he nodded, scooping Voorhees up in his arms and having me follow him.

We got into Voorhees’s Mercedes and sped off to Capsule Corp, Dillon already knowing that my father has his own stash of the magical beans. When we pulled in, Dillon told me that I needed to go in and take the whole bag while he waited in the car with Voorhees. I found it odd that after I had an episode, he wanted me to go and do something like this. But I would do anything for him, so I nodded and snuck inside. To my surprise, my father was awake.

As I tried to walk past the kitchen without drawing attention to myself, my father instantly said my name. I gave a grumble and turned to see him sitting at the table with his head down, staring into a cup of tea with dark circles under his eyes. He looked up with me with almost pleading eyes. I showed no emotion as I entered the kitchen and had a seat, completely forgetting about a bleeding Voorhees right out in the driveway. “What?” I grumbled, my eyes wandering around without my control.

He seemed to deflate in front of me, giving a sigh with his entire body. “Are… Are you staying here tonight?” He asked with a waiver in his voice. “I-I felt that we could have a talk. You know, about… well, anything.” He tapped his fingers on the cup, making me twitch at the sound. After my episode, I didn’t take medication. I just awoke. I was bound to have another attack soon. I had to get to Dillon.

“I have to get to Voorhees. He’s bleeding and seeing God because of me…” I droned out, taking my father off guard. “Just like mom, she saw God before she past, all bloody and delicious…” I continued to babble out all of my dark secrets, my father’s face taking on a look of confusion and fear. I looked at him with darkness in my eyes, my lips still mumbling out incoherent words. He continued to stare at me, looking into my eyes, trying to get into my mind. I panicked and stood instantly, slamming my hands down on the steel table. “I have to do the Devil’s work!” I raised my arm all the way up, keeping it up there, and walked away. Whether my father believed me or not, the confrontation was never brought up again.

Instead of going into my father’s room where the beans were, I turned and went down the hall to a room I hadn’t stepped foot in since I was 12. The door creaked open and I stepped inside, staring at the sleeping beauty in the lavish bed. With glazed over vision, I crawl onto his bed and sat at the foot of it, staring at him. Just… staring… He looked like an angel with that soft hair around his perfect looking face. As if he could never harm anyone. Especially not me.

I grabbed the silk sheet that was covering his shoulders and pulled down slowly, revealing his bare chest and stomach. Pretty little stomach. I reached out and smooth a finger over his abs and circling his navel, making him give a sigh in his sleep. “Trunkssss…” I whispered and bent down, kissing his stomach. Then, I bared my teeth, my lips quivering, anticipating sinking my teeth into his stomach and eating him alive…

But the door swung open, letting in the light. I turned my head over my shoulder to see Dillon standing in the doorway, arms crossed with a frown on his face. I growled as he came towards me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling me off the bed. He dragged me out of the room as I gave an animalistic whine, all the way down the hall, kicking open the door to my own room where I rarely took residence. When he closed the door behind us, he flung me to the ground. I shook my head and looked at him painfully, seeing the angry scowl on his face that would make Vegeta proud. “You want to explain to me what the hell you were doing in there!?” He yelled, making me shrink down in submission.

I simply shook my head, telling him that I was trying to do the Devil’s work. He told me to go in there. Why was my Dillon so upset with following the requests of his Lord? “Why am I upset? Our friend is DYING in the fucking backseat of a car because of YOU and here you are with your hands and mouth all over Trunks!” Dillon was livid. I think it was more or less because I had my hands on Trunks, not that I wasn’t getting the senzu beans. I watched as he was fighting to move his arms, that dark anger he inherited from his father seeping through. What terrified me was the realization that he was fighting back wanting to hit me.

So I broke down, blocking my face, sobbing like a stupid little boy. “If you’re going to beat me, let me do it for you!” I cried and braced my hands on the floor, beginning to slam my head on the hardwood. “It’s my fault! It’s my fault!” I screamed and kept slamming my face against the floor, no doubt breaking my nose as blood splattered across my face. I felt Dillon grab me in a desperate attempt to stop me, but I jerked away from him and started pulling my hair out in a fit of mania. By then, I was tackled down to the floor, Dillon’s heavy body keeping me pinned down. In an instant, my father was in the room with Vegeta and I gave a high pitched scream.

Vegeta jumped on top of me as well while my father shoved liquid medication down my throat, a new phenomenon produced by a therapist; liquid sedatives. Because they were not solid, they kicked in almost immediately as soon as they hit my blood stream. The only issue is that they did not ebb the pain of me smashing my face against hardwood floor. Oh my God it hurt so badly. But within seconds, Dillon was at my side, stuffing the senzu beans in my mouth and making me chew, and then swallow. The pain went away, I felt myself go numb to movement, and blacked out yet again.

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When I awoke I was in my own bed at Capsule Corp, the blackout curtains pulled together so I could not tell the difference between day or night. My lover was next to me, snoozing while he faced the ceiling. I studied his profile, completely drowsy from all of the sedatives in my body. I felt heavy and mentally exhausted, turning over to nuzzle Dillon’s thick, strong neck. He groaned slightly and moved around, letting me get closer to him. “Bella…” he cooed in his sleepy state and I smiled at his raspy voice.

“I’m sorry, Dilly…” I whispered against his neck, remembering bits and pieces from what had progressed. How long had it been since then? Was I out for days on end? Was Voorhees alive? More importantly, would Dillon ever forgive me?

He gave a grunt and sat up, letting me rest against his chest, my arms around him. Rubbing his eyes, he ran his fingers through my long hair. “Baby, it’s ok. I’m not upset with you about this.” He smiled down at me, but I could sense that he was still bothered, especially with how he was fingering my hair. In an almost frustrated pull, he rested his head against the headboard of his bed and sighed. He knew I knew, and spilled it without me asking. “I guess what bothers me the most is what I saw when I found you in Trunks’s room.”

I nodded, hardly remembering what I had done. I know I was on top of Trunks, but what I was doing was beyond me. Apparently, it was enough to set Dillon off and still have him upset about it even now. I was touched. “Jealousy; the Auschwitz of Emotion. It destroys everything and anyone in its path.” I stated and he gave a laugh, ruffling my hair up. I didn’t see what was so funny, but he dropped the topic instantly with my statement.

Instead, he turned us over to where he was on top of me, his hands starting to explore my body while he spoke to me in Italian. Those beautiful, romantic words blended together in his voice, making me blush just knowing that he was telling me dirty, special things in his native tongue. With that tongue, he explored my mouth and made me moan, the steel piercing in his mouth giving me shivers as it slid against my own. He traveled down me like a starving nomad, already having me fully erect and squirming.

“You know… I think we can use this illness of yours as an advantage, Bella…” He whispered against my skin, hardly having any of my attention as his hands worked their way into my pants. “I would give anything if I could control it.” At this rate, Dillon could have whatever he wanted that belonged to me; whether it be my body OR my mind. He slowly pumped my cock up and down, kissing me against my neck.

“Y-you can have anything!” I breathed out, moving my hips in time with his agonizingly slow strokes. Through my blurred vision, I saw him smirk and disappear to rest between my legs. He asked me if I would do whatever he told me, and I moaned out yes. I would do anything for him. Even if that meant to dive into my psychosis when ordered, he asked, would I? Hell, even if that meant that I had to stay in my psychosis till the end of time, I would. He loved my responses, and rewarded me by giving me head. Good, sloppy, noisy, mind blowing head.

I truly didn’t know what I was about to get myself into. Nor did I care. All that mattered was that we were together, he still loved me, and I could be with him always. Even if I made my situation worse with my own words, all that mattered was my Dillon.

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Gohan’s POV

Summer break was sneaking up on me, and I was so far behind on all of my work. So many things had progressed in such a short amount of time that work was the last thing from my mind. Videl had given birth to our tiny daughter, Pan a little over a month ago, both of us getting wrapped up in caring for her. She was my pride and joy, Pan was, no matter how rocky my relationship with my wife had become.

Ever since Goten’s diagnosis with schizophrenia, things had become quite tense and unbearable between Videl and I. All of my energy and focus was geared towards my brother, finding ways to make him better, researching for cures, being there after every violent episode (which happened quite often). Not only that but I felt as if I was taking care of my own father, the strong warrior completely defenseless and powerless as to the situation with his youngest. He was constantly calling me, constantly wanting me to come over for company, always asking questions that I didn’t have the answers to.

To tell the truth, I was getting quite sick of it.

And of course, to top it all off, I was having an affair with a male student in my class. The worst part about it all was the fact that I was actually enjoying myself. The sex was hot. I’ve discovered things about myself that get me off that I would never of considered with Videl. It’s probably why I haven’t thought of a way to end it yet with Jason. In the midst of all this chaos, what I had with Jason gave me some sense of… peace. I felt that I could be myself and say what I wanted. And what was great, was that he actually listened to me. I could yell and scream and break down and he would sit there, stroking my face and kissing my neck.

I sighed and slid my head down into my arms, just staring at my class in exhaustion. I watched Goten intently, taking in his calm profile as he scribbled down some nonsense over his homework. Anything he turned in was starting to get random and screwy. It was as if his mind was constantly going and he just couldn’t get it straight. I give him perfect grades anyway, but I can’t even imagine how his other classes are going. I would hate for him to have to start the Special Education program because of this.

He looked up and stared at me suddenly, as if he knew I had been looking at him. I jumped in my seat at his sudden movement, completely catching me off guard. I smiled and scratched the nape of my neck in a nervous habit, and he just looked back down at his paper. I let the smile drop, going back into my moody state, stomach flip-flopping because of my nerves. My gaze moved towards Jason, taking in his profile. He too was gazing across the room at the door, bored to tears, ignoring the assignment for the day.

I too gave him straight A’s.

The bell rang, making almost all of my students give praise and run out of there as fast as they could. As they all ran out, Dillon Santinni waltzed right in with that grin on his face. I watched as Goten jumped from his chair and pounced on him with a smile. It pulled at my heart strings and I felt like crying for some odd reason. Goten paid me no mind when I told him goodbye as he took off with Dillon, attached to the man’s hip. There was still something about Dillon that I didn’t quite like, and I believe I will always feel that way, no matter how happy my brother was.

I turned in habit to see if Jason was at my side, but to my surprise, he wasn’t. I looked to the door to see him in the frame, talking to the new kid that had joined their little clique. The son of Android 17, Raven Gero. A practical carbon copy of the monster that had caused chaos to the world nearly 2 decades ago. How in the world that robot had had a son was beyond me. Who in their right mind would get close enough to him to be intimate? Even go as far as having a child and letting HIM keep it? It was all so baffling. Jason gave a laugh and did his signature flirtatious move by twirling a lock of hair around his finger. I already hated Raven.

“Jason, I need you to stay after class to discuss your grade. No but’s.” I barked, making him look over his shoulder at me.

He rolled his eyes and gave a huff, saying his goodbyes to the robotic teenager. I closed the door behind him and crossed my arms, frowning. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked me, as if he had done nothing wrong.

“You want to tell me what that was?” I grimaced, referring to his interactions with Raven.

He gave a quizzical look, looking past my shoulder and then to me again. “What?”

“You were flirting with him. I know you well enough Jason to see when you have your damned slut eyes locked on someone.” I growled at him, walking up to his small frame to intimidate him.

Panic flashed across his pretty golden-brown eyes but vanished as soon as it came. Instead, he gave a very coy smile. His fingers walked up my body to stroke my chin, instantly making me blush. “Is someone a little… jealous?” He closed the space between us, pressing his body against mine, his tight clothes not hiding a thing.

“Jealous?” I nearly laughed in his face. The thought was unfathomable. “No. You were the one who wanted to have this sick relationship, so you need to stick with it. Or end it. Especially if you are going to start messing around with someone else. I, for one, do not want to just be your fling on the side.” I scowled down at him, but that damned smile never left his face. In fact, it got bigger.

“Oooohhhh Mr. Goooohan…..” He purred, his eyes going heavy. I swallowed hard. “You don’t have to worry about Raven. He is adorable, but definitely not my type. I am into much older men with a body that can break me in half…” He tugged on my tie, to add emphasis to the last part. If he didn’t stop, I was going to tackle him to the ground. I hate how his words get me burning. “But if you want to really want to get the message home that I should only have this body for you, then I think you need to just… pound it into me.” At this point, I was begging for anything to happen to make him go away.

As if the gods heard my prayer, the warning bell rang. He let go and grabbed his books, winking at me. I gave an agitated sigh and opened the door, my next class flooding in the moment he rushed out. When I poked my head out to watch him go down the hall, there was Raven waiting on him. Jason slapped him on the ass when he met up with him and walked with his arm around his shoulder.

The boy was definitely going to get a pounding from me.

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“So, tell me about yourself, Ravey.”

The two teenage boys sat outside on a grassy knoll, eating their lunch together next to the school. Voorhees had gourmet soup his nanny made him, while Raven had a simple peanut butter sandwich. Two people who came from very different backgrounds, enjoying each other’s company quite well. Raven blushed at the nickname Voorhees had given him, but didn’t object to it. “Well, what do you want to know? That is a really broad question.” Raven watched as a group of jock’s knocked a tray out of a Special Ed kid’s hands. He felt sick to his stomach.

Voorhees watched the act as well, but felt nothing towards it. As long as they weren’t going after him, he could care less to what happened to others around him. “Well, where are you from? Why the hell come out here?” He took a sip of some soda, leaning back in his elbows.

“Oh I’m from here originally. Just not from this area. I lived way out in the woodland area of New York when I was little. It was amazing…” Raven sighed, thinking back to his childhood.

//”Papa! Papa look!!” A tiny black-haired boy came running into his large cabin home that his father built with his hands, holding a baby turtle he had found in their own back yard. He was bright eyed and innocent, completely infatuated with his father, wanting to be just like him. Little Raven did anything and everything to gain his father’s approval, even though it was always in vain. It never got him down, just pushed him to try harder. He found his father in the upstairs loft that overlooked the downstairs. Android 17 was sitting at a desk drinking an amber liquid with ice, face stone-cold and uninterested.

“Look what I caught!” Raven ran up the stairs and jumped in his father’s lap, causing the man to spill his scotch. The older man growled, making a fist, fighting back knocking the child up his head. “Isn’t he cute?!” the child grinned from ear to ear, presenting the turtle to his dad. Android 17 grabbed the creature and tossed it down the flight of stairs, making Raven shriek. “Daaaad?!” He looked at him with hurt in his eyes, ready to start crying.

His father grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look him in the eye. “Listen up, brat.” His breath reeked of alcohol, making Raven cringe. “Enough of this damned nonsense, Raven! How do you expect people to take you seriously and fear you when you do shit like that? How do you expect to destroy all of these damned humans when you are older by being soft? I created you to be a destroyer of lives! Not a fucking pussy human boy!” The words cut through the child’s heart and the tears rolled down his face. He whimpered and shook on his creator’s lap. 17 let go of Raven’s jaw, wiping his tears away. “Stop crying, brat. You look pathetic.” He pushed the kid off his lap and poured himself another drink.

Raven sulked downstairs, fighting back the sobs that threatened to rack his body. He picked up the turtle, relieved that the creature had gone into his shell to protect himself from the fall. “I’m sorry buddy….” He slowly walked outside into the setting sun, going to his favorite place to escape. A large lake sat in the middle of a valley where the trees made a huge circle around the area. It was extremely peaceful and Raven felt himself calm down, stroking the turtle’s shell like a pet. “I just… I just have to try harder, to make daddy proud of me.” He was bound determined to get his father to smile at his actions. He looked down at the turtle, fingering the lip of the shell. The creature poked his head out of its hiding place, trusting the small child.

He grabbed the turtle by both lips of the shell with his hands, pulling at them very slowly, listening to it creak. It finally hit him now what he was about to do and it hit him hard. The tears came back and he gave a small scream of despair when he pulled the shell apart, instantly killing the turtle. He tossed the remains to the side and sobbed his heart out, completely destroyed on the inside for the act he just committed. He didn’t want to be a killer. He didn’t want to be a machine. He just wanted to be a normal, care-free boy that his father loved. But… if terrible stuff like that was what it took, then he would do it…//

“Yoohoo! Raven? Are you there???” A golden hand waved in front of his face.

Raven shook his head, coming out of his daze. “W-what?” Voorhees was staring at him, bewildered and confused. The foreign teen giggled at him and leaned over, placing a kiss on his nose. Instantly, Raven’s face was red as blood. He looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the homosexual act, but to his relief no one had.

“You have no idea how adorable you are…” Voorhees purred, giving Raven shivers. The Australian teen was such a temptation. Raven knew he was doing it on purpose too. The hybrid android was a shy person, but being around a person as open and daring as Voorhees was starting to help him break out of his shell. Raven dared to bite his lower lip in a flirtatious display, but started laughing uncontrollably at the idea of how silly he looked. Voorhees gave a weird look, and then started laughing as well. It was going to be an interesting friendship.

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It was time for the ultimate test. Time for Dillon to prove to his father that Goten was worthy of keeping his life and being a part of the Santinni Crime Family. The heir had taken extreme precautions and risks to make this night happen. It was terrible to abuse his lover the way he had done, but it was for his own good. His own life. It had been nearly two weeks since Goten had taken his daily prescription of Zyprexa, the best known medicine for schizophrenics, and his mind had jumped completely off the wagon. It wasn’t just Goten’s responsibility for remembering to take his medication, but for those around him as well. Dillon had done the worst possible thing and hid the medication in a place no one could find it, wanting Goten to go completely mad.

And that, he did. The poor Saiyan boy had no sense of his surroundings, no idea what was real and what was simply a hallucination, and could not make the screaming voices stop. No one had seen him in this state, for the fact that Dillon kept him from the outside world. Literally kidnapped him and locked him away, leaving Goten alone with his demons. No one had a clue what was going on, just that they thought Dillon’s family went on a spontaneous trip to Italy and decided to bring Goten with them. The Devil himself had a special place for Dillon to rot in whenever the man died for doing something this horrid and torturous to a mentally unstable human being.

The first two days of this Auschwitz left Goten completely suicidal, due to the instant withdrawal of his medication. He was locked in a special room in the basement of the Santinni mansion, made especially for those who crossed the family, to torture them. It was padded on all sides, with a toilet in the corner that had never been cleaned. Video cameras watched Goten’s every move as the Saiyan paced back and forth furiously, pulling at his hair and pinching the skin on his face. He had started a sunken trail from where he constantly walked back and forth, mumbling to himself, his eyes crazed and wild.

After the 12 hour marker, the Saiyan had collapsed, screaming and sobbing for death. He had started biting his arms, tearing at the flesh, hoping to make himself bleed to death. Anything to prevent his mind from exploding out of his ears. He cried for Dillon, pounding his head against the floor, begging for his lover to come and rescue him from the pain. Dillon watched the TV screen in the room next to Goten, waiting for the right moment to be the hero. It was all part of his plan to dominate Goten’s psychosis. That moment came when Goten began tearing his wrist apart with his sharp teeth, blood splattering across the Saiyan’s face and the padding around him. Dillon kicked the door down and tackled his crazed lover, jamming a needle full of sedatives into Goten’s neck. Goten gave a ghastly, animalistic cry but started to relax against Dillon’s body. He looked into his Italian lover’s eyes, realizing who it was and smiled, tears of joy streaming down his face. He knew he could count on his Dillon. He knew that his Dillon would stop his suffering.

“Now listen to me, Mio Bella. You need to understand what is going on and how you can prevent it,” Dillon spoke to him, Goten not completely aware of what was being said, but in the mind-set that he would do anything for the man, “The next week or so is going to be Hell. You’ve lost your medicine, Bella, and that is why you are feeling this way,” Had he really? Was he that fucking stupid to put this all on himself? No wonder Goten saw himself as a stupid, faggot-ass boy, “You can’t fight through this, Goten. You have to just let it take you, understand? If you want to live, you have to do anything I say. Got it?” The Saiyan was starting to fade away, but the message rang loud and clear. As long as Dillon made the pain and suffering stop, he would do anything he was told. “You promised me Goten, that you would jump when I say jump. Don’t let me down.” Dillon was stern, but his hands were gentle. Goten trusted his life with this man, and would do anything asked of him. He just had to get through this.

Within the next 72 hours, Goten was up all night screaming like a banshee in horror at all the hallucinations around him. He clawed at the corner of the room, crying tears of blood as he tried to escape the spiders at his feet. In the corner, Goten would have bet his life that a demonic looking Trunks sat and stared at him, barking out “faggot” every 10 minutes. His mother was there too with her neck sliced open and bleeding, but nagging him constantly. He swatted at her, but she was too quick, constantly moving back and forth, making Goten dizzy. He curled up into a ball and held his head, shouting and crying, as Trunks and Chichi yelled at him, picked on him, kicked dirt in his face and spat at his feet. And, taking Dillon’s orders, he let it consume him instead of fighting back.

Into the next week, his suicidal tendencies and thoughts dissipated, turning into that of homicide. He sat on top of the toilet like a gargoyle, just staring ahead, waiting for the door to open to his cage. His eyes were wide and sinister, while his body was completely still. Dillon watched as he would be in that position for hours at a time, simply waiting. He guessed that Goten was waiting for an opportunity to present itself, for him to go balls to the walls crazy when he faced someone. He nodded to himself and swallowed back the ice cold fear he felt, making his way to the room his schizophrenic lover was locked in. On his hip, his Smith & Wesson revolver. Strapped to his leg, a large dagger. ‘Precautions.’ He told himself.

When he opened the slot on the door to peer inside, instantly he was shocked to see that Goten was nowhere to be found. He leaned in closer to the slot, getting a better view, seeing a pile of clothes next to the corner, but that yes, Goten was not in sight. Not a sound came from the room, getting the point through that the Saiyan wasn’t there. But, it was impossible! Dillon huffed and grabbed his revolver, opening his mouth to call Goten’s name. “Goten?” He barked.

Not a millisecond later had a bloody hand shot out and grabbed him by the temples, pulling at his bone structure, trying to drag him into the padded cage through the tiny opening. Dillon dropped the gun and gave a shriek, placing his hands against the door and pushing himself away. “Goten!!” He screamed, and Goten responded back with a terrifying snarl, his sharp nails digging into Dillon’s perfect face, tearing at his skin. The Italian man slammed his fist against the door and ripped away from Goten’s hand, his eyes and forehead covered in blood. Had he not attempted to move when the hand came out, the Saiyan would have torn his face off. Goten screamed and roared against the slot, having become the monster Dillon wanted.

The Saiyan was starving, crying out for food from Dillon. He hadn’t given Goten food for nearly 3 days, which was probably why the insane boy had attacked him. Slowly, he grabbed his revolver and went back to the slot. He looked inside, giving a gasp when Goten popped up, staring him in the eyes. He was licking at his hands, growling as he consumed Dillon’s blood, smirking all the while. Dillon regained his composure and smirked back as well. “You hungry, Goten?” He asked and the Saiyan responded with a high pitched whine, baring his sharp, bloody teeth. “I will feed you, as long as you do everything I say, got it?”

Even locked in his homicidal insanity, there was always going to be a part of Goten that constantly wanted to please Dillon. He nodded, stepping back and sitting on his all fours, completely naked. Dillon’s smirk widened and he opened the door, hand gripping the gun in anticipation. Standing inside, Goten sat there still like an obedient dog, watching his master’s every move. Dillon kneeled in front of him, careful to not look him directly in the eyes as that was Goten’s trigger. Running his fingers through the matted, bloody hair, he grinned as Goten began to purr. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and fed, shall we?”

So now, here they were; the entire Santinni crew, all witnesses to this crazed boy and his actions. All in all, Giovanni made the ultimate decision to keep him alive, but the opinions of those around him were a large factor. They sat and talked quietly amongst each other, expressing their doubts and opinions on the entire situation, waiting for Dillon to appear with the Saiyan in question. Giovanni was silent, adrenaline pumping at what was about to take place. He adored Goten, more than his own son, and was extremely confident that the boy would not let him down.

Dillon finally appeared, walking into the pizza parlor that the Santinni mafia met at every night from the back. The men stopped talking as they took sight of who was at Dillon’s side. Muzzled and clad in all black leather, dark eye makeup and dolled up with a spiked collar, Goten was attached to Dillon’s hip. His lover kept him on a leash; just another “precaution.” Was that the kid Dillon was sleeping with? What had happened to him? Many more questions buzzed through the men dressed in suits. Giovanni in particular was shocked and could not stop the confusion from spreading on his face. What in the world had his son done?

“Gentlemen, may I present to you Son Goten: Cannibalistic, paranoid schizophrenic that follows my every command.” Dillon smirked, stroking Goten’s clean, soft hair. Goten stared at a larger man in the ‘family,’ cocking his head to the side, giving a low growl. To him, he looked good enough to eat. The Saiyan jerked towards the man, but Dillon pulled him back, scorning him in Italian. Goten lowered his head in submission, but kept his wild eyes on the large man.

The men took caution to the wind not to approach Goten, but were extremely impressed. All that was left now was the situation at hand. Giovanni stood and went next to Goten, the boy not moving a muscle, smirking. “As we all know, we are gathered here to rid ourselves of the Lugo Family. And to do that, we must get rid of Tony Lugo. Not a single of our hits has rid us of this pest, and my son here has given me his word that this young boy will get the job done within minutes. If Goten can complete this, then he is a permanent member of our family. Our top assassin.” Giovanni nodded and the other men complied, as if they had a choice to reject.

The stage was set perfectly. The whole lot of the Santinni Family had come along, wanting to see the wonder in action. Tony Lugo was out at his warehouse near the shore where he had his drug business underway, carting in pounds of cocaine at ungodly hours of the morning, right under the nose of the police. His men were busy looking out all over the warehouse for rival Families or the Pigs, that no one had been looking for a crazed Saiyan dressed in black slipping in through the window. Goten had to bring out the dead body of Tony. How he killed him was his choice, but the man had to be dead.

With his Saiyan speed and agility, Goten zipped past the men and into a door that was cracked open without a sound. He hid in the shadows, growling to himself quietly, eyes darting back and forth. If he still had his tail, it would be whipping behind them and puffed out 3 times the actual size. He was so hungry. All of the greasy looking men were quite appetizing, but Goten was only allowed one man; The fat man in the white fedora. If he let Dillon down, it was untelling what would happen to him. That fear kept Goten at the task at hand.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty…” Goten mumbled, biting his fingertips till blood began to spill. The taste made his heart race, pumping up his blood, getting him into that animal instinct to hunt and kill.

Goten got on all fours and did a schizophrenic creep across the warehouse in the shadows, snarling and twitching. He crawled on top of the large bricks of cocaine and back down again, getting ever closer to a small office with 3 men inside. Among them, was Tony Lugo, counting up millions of dollars with a nasty smirk on his mouth. He was a huge man with thinning hair on his big head and a pencil thin mustache-goatee combination on his face. The white fedora sat in his lap. Goten licked his chops, getting ready to spring in.

That was, until he was grabbed by his neck and pushed to the ground. Looking over his shoulder, most of Tony’s men surrounded him with weapons of all shapes and sizes. Goten panicked, looking for a way out. He growled and spat at them, digging his nails into the ground. Before he could make an escape or an attack, a hard blunt object struck the back of his head with immense force, causing him to black out within seconds.

Goten awoke to a bag being taken off of his head and a light shining in his eyes. He was sitting in a metal chair tied up and surrounded by the men who he had seen earlier, including Tony Lugo. He had a bat in his grip, slapping it against his hand. He then took it and placed it under Goten’s chin, lifting it so that the Saiyan was looking at him. “Well now, what do we have here? A rat in my warehouse?” Tony scowled, knocking the bat against Goten’s cheek slightly, staring him in the eyes.

The Saiyan snapped at the bat, snarling, his body convulsing with tremors. Tony pulled back, intrigued at the reaction he got. “Something ain’t right with the boy…” he said to the man next to him, gripping the bat harder. “What are you doing here?” Tony asked Goten, slapping the bat against his hand again. “Someone send you here?”

Goten spat at his feet, growling, jerking forward hard enough to scuff the chair against the cement ground. Tony Lugo scowled and brought the bat back, ready to whack Goten’s head right off. “SANTINNI!” Goten screamed, making Tony stop midswing. “Santinni, Santinni, Santinni, Santinni…” he continued to repeat the name, making the Lugo boss grin from ear to ear. His eyes darted back and forth, saliva dripping from his mouth. He began bouncing up and down in the chair lightly as well, adding more to his actions of insanity.

“If this is the rat that Giovanni thought he could send in, I hope he can get his money back!” Tony gave a laugh, making the others around him to join in. Goten continued to bounce in the metal chair, finally catching Tony’s attention. “So… I think we should give him back his money’s worth.” Grinning at Goten, Tony swung the bat around again. And still, Goten bounced, this time more intensely. “Aye, what’s wrong with you, boy?” Tony barked, the bouncing throwing him off now.

“Santinni, Santinni, Santinni, Santinni… Dillon Santinni…” Goten repeated over and over again, starting to piss Tony Lugo off.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of your mouth.” The Don spat at Goten, then brought the bat back, aiming to hit him square in the head.

As he swung it forward, Goten bounced up then back down with such intense force that the legs from the chair snapped, making him fall to the ground, the bat nearly missing him. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, he lurched forward and tackled Tony Lugo snarling and screaming. Finally finding his Saiyan strength the moment Tony’s men grabbed him, he ripped the twine that had him held to the chair. He snatched the hand that held his shoulder and threw him over his head. Turning, he pounced on another one of Tony’s goons, snapping his neck the moment they hit the ground. Bullets began to fly, but the Saiyan dodged all that came to him, shooting his own ki bullets at them. Bodies dropped around him, his heart racing, his mind burning. Standing still when the action around him stopped, he locked eyes onto the retreating form of Tony Lugo.

Goten gave a ghastly, animalistic roar, then began to pursue the large man in the white fedora. Outside, all of the Santinni Family perked up in their hiding spots, seeing Tony running for his life and trying to load his gun. Giovanni and his son, Dillon, looked at each other, completely confused. In another instant, Goten came bursting from the building, knocking everything out of his way to catch Tony. Dillon lit up, grin spreading across his handsome face, nudging his father in excitement. “This is it!” He exclaimed, watching Goten catch up to Tony within seconds.

Goten leaped forward and sunk his sharp fangs into Tony’s fat neck, the large man falling to the ground with Goten on his back. Just like he had done with Voorhees, just like a dog did with a toy, Goten shook the man in his mouth like a rag. He put his hand down on the man’s back and pulled his neck, ripping a chunk out of Tony, the man screaming and cursing. Swallowing the chunk he pulled out, Goten went back down to his prey, clamping his teeth around the neck bone and crunching. Tony gave a pathetic cry and went silent as Goten snapped his neck, pulling yet again to behead the man.

As the head rolled off, Dillon jumped out of the car he was sitting in and approached Goten, proud smirk on his face. His insane lover growled at him as he got closer, daring the man to try and take his food. Dillon bent down, smirking, reaching his hand over and petting Goten’s head. His lover purred and ripped the skin off of Tony’s back, blood gushing from the wounds. Giovanni approached as well, satisfied smile just like his son.

“Sono molto fiero!” Giovanni spoke in Italian, walking up to Goten as well until Dillon stopped him. Now was definitely not the time to surround the boy.

Giovanni nodded and went past, going into the warehouse towards the small, cramped office where the late Tony Lugo’s millions sat. He and his men grabbed the many briefcases of money and exited when all was collected. Coming up to Goten again, he dropped a briefcase at the boy’s feet, his reward for taking out the Santinni’s greatest threat. Dillon stared at his father in disbelief at the generous action, guessing there had to be at least a mill inside.

Hearing Goten start to growl and snarl again, the Italian teen knew it was time to bring the real Goten back to the surface. Carefully reaching into his coat pocket, he took out a syringe full of sedatives, never taking his eyes off of his feeding Saiyan lover. Uncapping it and getting it ready for an injection, he stood and slowly walked around Goten, feeling his adrenaline spike instantly at the anticipation of what he was about to do. Holding his breath, he jumped forward and tackled Goten to the ground, pressing his head to the dirt floor. Goten screamed and roared, bucking against Dillon, trying to grab him with his hands to tear him apart. Dillon took no time at all in stabbing the needle into Goten’s neck, injecting him with fast acting sedatives. The Saiyan howled and still fought against him, but this time without much vigor.

A few minutes passed and Goten had stopped moving, slumped against the mutilated body under him, letting out a deep sigh. “You did so good, Bella… I love you so much…” Dillon cooed, stroking Goten’s hair, kissing his bloody forehead, heart beating wildly at what had just happened. Goten gave a small groan as a response, making Dillon chuckle. “Come now, let’s get you cleaned up…”

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“Man, I wish I could just take off to Italy for 3 weeks.” Raven gave a huff as he fidgeted in Voorhees’s Mercedes. The two of them were headed to Voorhees’s house to study for their final exams. The Australian was struggling in English and Raven took it upon himself to help him out as best he could.

“Well, then let’s do it!” Voorhees smiled, pulling into the fancy neighborhood he resided in. Raven looked at all the large homes, mouth slightly agape at how rich the neighborhood was. He had expected Voorhees to be well off, but nothing like this. He felt a burning in his stomach at the realization of just how fucking poor he was. He hated those who were rich and those who had everything handed to them when asked. “Or, we can plan on it. Just you and me, mate.” Voorhees was a spoiled brat, and now Raven was mixed up in his life. Sad truth was, he was the only friend he had so far at the school, and would do anything for the human contact. With this, he just bit his tongue and swallowed back his pride, smiling at his spoiled friend.

“It’s a nice dream…” Raven spoke, looking at Voorhees’s mini-mansion with the 2 other luxury cars in the driveway. Voorhees said something in remark to Raven’s comment, but the hybrid ignored him, getting out of the car and looking up at the monster ahead of him. Voorhees opened the 3-car garage to show off a brand new Porsche that his father had gotten his mother for their anniversary. The robot teen spun slowly in the garage, the whole thing being nearly as big as his ratty apartment that he lived in with his alcoholic father. He felt sick.

“This is nothing. Wait till you see the inside!” Voorhees grabbed his arm and led him inside to the warm and inviting home, the smell of pot roast filling Raven’s nose. Like Dillon and Goten’s first visit, the two were instantly greeted by Voorhees’s nanny who gave Raven warm hugs and motherly affection.

“Goodness me, look at those brilliant eyes of yours!” Nanny Abigail exclaimed, holding Raven’s face in her small, chubby hands, completely mesmerized by his artificial pupils. “And you’re as thin as a rail! Can’t have that now. Go on and clean up, Jason. Dinner is almost ready.” The older woman shooed them away and went back to adding the final touches to the roast.

Raven followed Voorhees up the spiral staircase and across the walkway that overlooked the living room, entering the gold and purple bedroom. It’s size made Raven even more sick at his own existence, knowing he could fit his living room and kitchen in it. Voorhees threw his bags on his bed and went over to the tank that held a beast of an arachnid, talking to the spider like a dog. Raven set his stuff down at the door and went over to Voorhees to see the Bird-eating spider, eyes wide in shock. “Oh my God, Voorhees!” The black-haired teen watched Voorhees stick his hand inside to stroke the large spider’s back.

“This is Kujo. Ain’t he a beaut?” Voorhees let the arachnid crawl onto the back of his hand, spreading out on his arm and took it out, holding it out for Raven to touch. “Promise he is as trained as can be. Won’t bite. Cross mi heart.” He smiled.

Raven tentatively reached out and touched the spider, jumping as the thing moved at his touch. Voorhees laughed at him, commenting that he had done much better than Goten when he first saw it. “Where in the world did you get him? You couldn’t possibly get him here. Aren’t they illegal?” Raven asked, getting more brave and touching the spider again.

“I’ve had this thing since he was a baby, in Australia. Kinda… smuggled him over when we moved. Dangerous animals, especially of a species that could wipe out another, aren’t allowed into other countries. That whole, ‘keep them in their natural habitat and environment’ bullshit.” Voorhees rolled his eyes and put his beloved pet back in his tank. “These kinds of spiders aren’t even meant to be pets, but I met someone in Sydney who had one and even let the thing run around the office he kept it in,” He grabbed Raven’s hand and led him over to the small couch he had against the window, making him sit next to him, “Said as long as you care for them properly, they make wonderful pets and even get attached to those who feed them.”

Raven gave a shiver at the idea of a spider bigger than his head running around his feet. “Creatures like that should be in the wild, Voorhees. Hence the name, ‘wild animal.’” He sighed, remembering all the crazy insects and animals he came in counter with as a young child living in the forest with his dad. “But… he is super cool. I would never own one, but hey, it’s your life.”

Voorhees smiled, leaning over and kissing Raven on the lips. Raven blushed and pulled away, covering his mouth with his hand. Voorhees quirked his eyebrows in curiosity. “What?”

The innocent act made Raven blush even brighter. How could Voorhees NOT see anything wrong with what just happened? “Dude, you just kissed me!” Raven spoke behind his hand, making his voice sound muffled and deep, almost dead-on to his father’s.

Voorhees shrugged and smiled, letting his eyes go heavy at a very sensual gaze. “I figured you were into that kinda thing. You sure act like it, anyways.” His cocky attitude made Raven’s eyebrows furrow, causing him to giggle. “I’m just havin a bit of fun, Ravey…” He grabbed Raven’s wrists and pulled them down without much effort, sitting up and leaning in towards the hybrid android, “I promise, I don’t bite… at least where it doesn’t show…” The last bit made Raven’s heart jump, getting excited and nervous at the boldness of his friend. His very tempting friend…

They kissed again and this time Raven didn’t pull away, sighing as their lips moved together, his blush staying over his nose. Seeing that Raven wasn’t fighting him, Voorhees pushed the kid down onto the couch and crawled over him, deepening the kiss, letting his tongue tickle Raven’s bottom lip. Raven moaned quietly and allowed Voorhees in to explore, feeling his loins burn as their tongue’s touched. It’s not as if Raven hadn’t been kissed like this –boys and girls alike- but the way Voorhees kissed him drove him wild. Made something inside of him rattle against a cage, wanting more. Then the thought hit him that ruined the moment.

There was a reason Voorhees was such an incredible kisser; he had plenty of practice with his secret boyfriend. God knows what else Voorhees’s boyfriend had him practice. Raven pulled away from the kiss again, seeing that Voorhees was indeed worked up and horny. “Dude… what… what about your boyfriend?” The hybrid couldn’t understand why he wasn’t more angry or embarrassed. Or why his human body ached for more.

“S’ok. Mr. Gohan couldn’t give a shit, anyway.” Voorhees swooped back down, but Raven put a hand up and grabbed Voorhees’s face, bewildered.

“What?????”

The two stared at each other, the confession thick in the air like fog. Sure, Voorhees hadn’t meant to tell Raven about his affair with his teacher right out, but if he knew, then oh well. There was no taking it back now. It was terrible that he didn’t care about Gohan’s well being, or if anyone found out about them. Nor did he care how it affected others around him; point being that he was a selfish, spoiled boy.

Before Raven could get into it more, Voorhees’s nanny called for them to come get some dinner. Voorhees got off of Raven and fixed his tousled hair, acting as though nothing bad had happened. Raven sat up in an instant, waving his hand in front of his face to cool himself down. He looked at the Australian like he was insane, baffled at the teen. His father was right about one thing; humans were strange creatures. Voorhees looked at him with a smile, “Let’s eat!”

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It was the last week of school, and all the students were already rebelling against the staff. With the teachers outnumbered greatly, cliché school chaos ensued. The small group of teens watched everyone around them make fools of themselves in the cafeteria. Dillon huffed, resting his chin on his hand, finding the rebellious display a complete joke. “I left private school for this?” He asked, watching a group of jocks pick on a nerdy teacher. The man never stood a chance. Among them, was their ring leader Trunks.

Goten on the other hand stared down at the table they were sitting at, seeing that it looked like a gray ocean in movement. He touched the table, disappointed that it didn’t feel wet, but fascinated all the same that it WAS moving. Goten giggled, still playing with the tabletop, making Raven look at him in a confused manner. The hell was wrong with him? Was he high?

Raven snapped out of his thoughts as Voorhees started rubbing his leg under the table, jumping instantly. Voorhees laughed and squeezed his knee. Goten in turn looked at Raven, curious at him. “Your dad…. Isn’t he Android 17?” It had finally dawned on the schizoid Saiyan. Raven stared at him, unsure of what to say at the sudden, out-of-context question. Before he could answer, Trunks decided to grace them with his presence.

“Hey faggots!” He smiled, his followers laughing at his comment, as if it were the greatest joke they had ever heard. “Say, I heard that AIDS came from fags screwing monkeys,” Trunks shot a glance at Goten with that comment, “So… is it true that you queers are all infected with it from that after fucking each other?” The purple-haired Prince asked genuinely, even though it was meant to be extremely cruel. His group laughed again, Voorhees and Raven bending their heads down in submission, embarrassed at the taunting.

As Trunks dared to put his hands on the table, Goten lurched forward, snapping at him with sharp teeth, snarling Dillon had him by the back of his shirt the moment Goten performed the action, preventing his lover from going across the table and biting the arrogant prep. Trunks backed off slightly, blinking, heart pounding slightly at the fact that Goten had nearly succeeded in getting him. “Goten is just a little agitated today, Trunksy-poo. I suggest you just move on before I decide to let him go.” Dillon warned, grinning at Trunks.

Trunks’ face went red at the nickname, scowling at the man who was nearly 2 heads taller than him. His cult following looked at him, waiting on his next move. What would the glorious Trunks do next? Dillon and Trunks stared each other down, a battle that Dillon was sure to win in this situation. He had spooked Trunks months ago, put the fear of God in him when Trunks found himself beaten and hanging upside down. The last man Trunks had seen before the attack was Dillon. Why wouldn’t he fear him? The Saiyan Prince was like an obedient dog who dared to step over the lines every once in a while when it came to Dillon. It seemed that every time he stepped over that invisible line, Dillon was right there to smack him back into place.

“Now, run along before we infect you with our AIDS.” Dillon let Goten’s shirt loose, letting Goten jerk forward again at another attack. This time, Trunks backed off for good. But not before getting a good look at his once best friend. Goten was twitchy, dark circles under his eyes and thin in the face like he wasn’t getting the proper nutrition for a Saiyan. His eyes were wild looking, but the chocolate color had started to fade, all due to the medication he was on no doubt. Trunks didn’t know much about what was going on with Goten medically. Only that there was some loose ends that needed to be tightened in his head. He could almost smile at the thought that he caused that.

Almost.

“You fags aren’t even worth my time.” Trunks spat and went on his way, his cult following going with him.

Voorhees stood and grabbed Raven’s apple, getting ready to chuck the fruit at the back of Trunks’ head. Raven took his arm and pulled him back down, telling him that it wasn’t it worth the satisfaction. The Australian huffed and crossed his arms. “And to think, I used to worship the ground he walked on. That bastard…”

As the herd of abusive students moved on, finding more victims to taunt, tease, and torture, the small group sat where they were, all of them in their own thoughts. Gohan came up behind the group, frowning at the proximity of Voorhees and Raven. He thought that he had gotten it through Jason’s head that he should have eyes only for him. “Boys,” he spoke as he stood next to the table, nearly having Goten fly right out of his seat. Gohan blinked at the sudden spasm of his younger brother, definitely taken back from the move.

Goten turned, snarling at his brother. “What the hell man?!” He yelled at him, his hands visibly shaking. Dillon took Goten’s arm and had him sit back down, this time not letting go. Goten buried his face in his hands, pulling on his bangs and groaning.

“Goten, are you ok?” Gohan asked, concerned for his brother, looking at Dillon for the answer. At this point, the Italian was the only person who knew everything that was going on in Goten’s life and head. He took care of him, gave him his medication, made sure he ate, and stayed a “passionate lover” according to Dr. Simoko Chan. Then again, it only made sense that Dillon would be the best source to learn about Goten. The Saiyan trusted him, and only him.

“He’s been just a little off today.” Dillon ran his fingers through Goten’s wild black hair. Gohan figured it must have just been a bad day for his brother with his meds or the stress of finals.

“Don’t you have papers to grade or something?” Raven asked Gohan with a sort of sarcastic cruelty in his voice. The older Saiyan scowled.

“I don’t think that is any of your concern, Mr. Gero, considering you are not in any of my classes.”

Raven scoffed a “Thank God” and looked ahead, ignoring the bewildered look from Voorhees and the glare from Gohan. If he had gained anything from his father, Gohan figured, then it was the “fuck you” attitude. Gohan studied Raven a little more, still in disbelief that Android 17 had a child. He looked just like the robot man, if 17 were just a teenager. How was it even possible? The teacher couldn’t wrap his head around it.

When Dillon rose to his feet, Gohan snapped out of his thoughts. “Well, as fun as this whole day has been, I’m ready to hit the road.” He stretched and reached out his hand for Goten, the boy taking it the moment it was offered. Before Gohan could ask, Dillon said “He’s meeting with his psychiatrist today. Maybe she can figure out why he’s out of it today.” Then gave the older Saiyan a look of “try and stop me.” Why in the world was Dillon going to a public school, anyway?

Gohan watched his brother a little more as they left. Goten looked withdrawn and exhausted, practically leaning on Dillon when they walked. The two passed by the Dean of the school, who in turn looked at Gohan, knowing that he and Goten were related. The Dean had a look of confusion on his face, pondering the actions of Goten as well. The school, along with Trunks, didn’t know of Goten’s diagnosis. Gohan could only imagine that if they learned they had a paranoid schizophrenic student among them, it would not go over well.

Something was wrong with Goten. He hadn’t been the same since his little “trip” with Dillon to Italy. It was as if he wasn’t taking his medicine like he should, or worse; the medicine wasn’t working. Gohan was bound determined to get to the bottom of this, to prove that Dillon was no good for his little brother. He was losing him fast, and he would be damned if it werent without a fight.

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Dr. Simoko sat with Goten, just studying him, their meeting turning out to be a very unsuccessful session. Goten hadn’t even acknowledged her when he came into the room, nor when she tried to ask him questions. It just didn’t make sense. This wasn’t like the Saiyan boy at all. “Goten, I know something is wrong. You look really stressed and are keeping to yourself. That’s not good. When you’re here, you are to tell me everything that is on your mind.” She leaned forward and snapped her fingers to get his attention.

Goten simply stared more, quirking his head just a millimeter at the sound of her voice. At least he KNEW she was there with him. Simoko got up and walked over to the couch Goten was sitting on, sitting next to him so that they were face-to-face. “Did something happen? Something bad?” She took Goten’s hands and held them, showing her concern through physical touch.

It was then that Goten finally met her eyes, his own dull and dangerous looking. His mouth began to move, but no coherent words came out. “Sometimes I see butterflies go across my eyes, and they melt onto bread that I spread with a knife, a knife that I use to cut the throats of dragons…” Then his eyes widened, as if he were concerned as well. “It’s all a conspiracy, you know? They are out to get me… because of the information they put in my head!”

Simoko nodded, listening to him babble, extremely fascinated with her patient. “What information is that, Goten?”

“Ohhhh no no no… I-I-I-I can’t tell you that! My brain will bleed out of my eyes if I do that!” Goten stood on the couch, his doctor having to look up at him, but staying in her place.

“You feel like you have to protect those butterflies, because they are fragile? Is the dragon an evil man –or woman- that you wish was out of your life?”

“Evil is all how you look at it, pretty lady. God is evil, you know? He tells me all about how he causes the natural disasters and how he put the voices in my head.” Goten started tapping his fingers against each other then jumped off of the couch. “But aahhhhh… Lucifer is just as bad! He put me in a room and tortured me, letting spiders tease me and my mother hurt me.” He turned and looked at Simoko, exasperated.

“Your mother that you haven’t seen in nearly a year? Did she hurt you?” Simoko was starting to see some of the possible roots of Goten’s schizophrenia; child abuse.

“My mother??? My mother… MY MOTHER!!” Goten sank to the floor, looking like a lost boy. “She was evil too… did horrid things to me.” He started pinching his lower lip as he talked, showing he was nervous.

This was exactly what Simoko had been striving to get at. The hidden, deep and dark secrets that led to Goten’s insanity. She got down on her knees, sitting just like Goten to show that she was his equal, not his superior. “What horrid things? Did she hit you? Yell mean things?” It may have seemed silly to anyone watching that she was speaking to Goten as if he were a 7 year old, but in a psychiatrists position, it was the best form of communication with an unstable patient.

“Ohhh worse! She was a monster!” Goten was getting hyper-excited, bouncing on his knees. Simoko followed his movements, to encourage him to continue, acting just as hyper. Seeing this, Goten went on, “She had a belt, you see, that she loved to choke me with. Wrap it around my neck,” The Saiyan puts his hands around his throat, to show her. Simoko followed, “and trapped the secret information to my brain. She KNEW I could talk to God and the Devil, and was jealous.”

“Oh definitely, Goten. She was very jealous!”

Goten nodded. “Then she would strike me with it over and over. ‘IT’S YOUR FAULT FAGGOT BOY!!’ she would scream and hit me all over till I bled and cried.” He slapped his hands on the ground, his breath ragged at bringing terrible memories back unconsciously. Simoko put her hands on the ground as well, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. Goten was shaking like a leaf and radiated heat.

“Go on, Goten… Then what?”

Goten’s eyes darted back and forth, making sure no one was listening, that ever familiar paranoia always sitting behind his pupils. “Th-then… she touched herself in front of me, on top of me, touching me in places that she said made daddy feel good…” His face was stone-cold and serious, but Simoko could see the destruction in his mind. It disgusted her, to think that his mother had done that.

“Did it feel good, Goten?”

Goten shook his head furiously, face going blood red, coughing a little. “Ohh no… never. But she missed daddy… Even though daddy was gone because of me. Because it was my fault… it’s my fault….. it’s my fault…..” Goten looked away, continuing to chant the words as if he were stuck on that chord.

Simoko sat back, just looking at Goten, not able to hide the shock on her face. As if it weren’t bad enough Goten was schizophrenic through hereditary genetics, add sexual and physical abuse to the mix and it was a lethal concoction, enough to destroy a person. Simoko loved all of her patients she got in, caring for them, but never got attached. And yet as she looked at Goten, who now seemed to deflate in front of her eyes, her heart ached for him. She felt motherly instinct to take him into her arms and hold him, letting him know she would always take care of him. Because of this, Goten was now a “person of interest” in her sessions and she would have to refer him to another psychiatrist. That hurt even more.

A bell rang, signaling the ending of their session. Simoko snapped out of her daze and stood up, going over to her desk and shutting the alarm off. She turned and leaned against her desk, looking down at Goten. What was needed after this session…? Ah yes, he needed either new medication or an up in his current prescription, to stop the scramble in his brain and to suppress the memories that were making his situation worse. Simoko would do both, nodding to herself.

The bell had obviously got Goten back to attention, getting him out of his trance as well. “Goten… I’m not very happy with this session today…. Just when I thought we were two steps ahead, we take 3 steps back… you’re hearing voices again, which means the Zyprexa either isn’t enough, or is wearing off. What I AM happy with, is the things we were able to dig up. It’s really going to help me help you, Goten.” Simoko smiled, and Goten nodded.

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he had been off of his Zyprexa for nearly 3 weeks. He knew that if she learned that, she would have to admit him into a mental institution. It was the last thing he wanted.

Simoko scribbled down some more prescription medication for him and handed him the slip. “Be sure you get this today and start taking them tonight.” She ordered, and Goten nodded again. They looked at each other a little bit longer, Simoko fighting the urge to hug him. She had a very difficult decision to make on behalf of the boy, and she was too deep into it to just walk away. “Can you get your father for me?” She asked.

Father and son switched places, Goten now waiting in the cozy lobby with Dillon while Goku sat on the plush lounge chair. In an instant, Simoko bombarded him with questions. “Mr. Son, were you aware that your wife was abusing Goten?”

Goku’s jaw dropped instantly. “W-what?!”

“Were you aware that your wife had been choking and whipping Goten with a belt, blaming him for your marriage falling apart?”

Goku was utterly speechless, not able to get out any words to defend himself.

“Were you also aware that she was molesting your child, Mr. Son?” With that statement, Goku was on his feet, blushing in humiliation and embarrassment.

“What are you going on about?!” He roared, seeming more frightened than threatening.

“You must understand, that if you knew this all was going on, I will have to call the appropriate authorities to have you arrested for covering up for her and participation.” Simoko stood as well, crossing her arms and frowning.

“You have some nerve!” Goku yelled, angry at the accusations of something that horrible. “I would never let her do such a thing, nor participate in it! You are sick, woman!!”

“Your son opened up a floodgate of unfathomable memories, admitting to the abuse he has undergone in your wife’s care. How can you not know about these things, Mr. Son?” She glared at him. Goku felt desperate and short of breath, still trying to soak in the information given to him. Being a psychiatrist, Simoko could read people better than anyone, and saw that Goku was innocent. She dropped the tough act, and asked him to take a seat.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

TBC.