Part 2B The Mayor and the Saiyan: Wilkins
Multiple Crossover (mostly DBZ, some SG-1, some Eddingsverse) Goa'uld? Schmoa'uld! Will the wannabe demon mayor of Sunnydale present more of a challenge for the Z-Scoobies?
He’s back! Sortish.
The second installment of part 2. Cut brutally into two so I could keep you guys entertained instead of having to wait longer. Part A was in many ways a separate story. Also, I could do 25 chapters for part 1 because some chapters were pretty short, mere 10 pagers. But as each chapter was growing huge and I already approached the same word count as part 1. And since future chapters were shaping up the same a decision had to be made. Which in hindsight I liked as it turned out great, a marked improvement IMHO.
For those of you who suffered under my atrocious spelling and grammar, it should now be a little less. I have a beta reader who kindly volunteered to help me. A big thanks to DoWnEr for kindly helping me out pointing out obvious errors, and for giving feedback regarding the story.
Now, for a departure I’ve decided to post chapters in a more regular as they get finished, instead of waiting until everything is done. So far I’m writing chapters more or less in a chronological order instead of hobnobbing all over the story. I’ll post them in groups though. For now the first chapters only, one a week. For now the prologue, tomorrow chapter one.
Edit. Just in case, let us all hail our evil corporate overlords who have lordship and dominion of their respective universes. I own nothing of this except the character of one Saiyan I made up. And even he is mostly based on Toriyama's hard work. This is just something I did to pass the time, I don't plan to make any money of this. Honest! So cut me own throat!Acrobat
Album: U2, Achtung Baby
Lyrics by Bono, music by U2Don’t believe what you hear, don’t believe what you see
If you just close your eyes, you can feel the enemy
When I first met you girl, you had fire in your soul
What happened your face, of melting snow?
Now it looks like this!
And you can swallow, or you can spit
You can throw it up, or choke on it
And you can dream, so dream out loud
You know that your time is coming ‘round
… don’t let the bastards grind you down
No nothing makes sense, nothing seems to fit
I know you’d hit out, if you only knew who to hit
And I’d join the movement, if there was one I could believe in
Yeah I’d break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
‘Cos I need it now
To take the cup, to fill it up
To drink it slow, I can’t let you go
And I must be, an acrobat
To talk like this, and act like that
And you can dream, so dream out loud
… and don’t let the bastards grind you down
Where are we going to do now it’s all been said?
No new ideas in the house, and every book has been read
kickass guitar solo by the EdgeAnd I must be, an acrobat
To talk like this, and act like that
And you can dream, so dream out loud
And you can find, your own way out
You can build, and I can will
And you can call, I can’t wait until
You can stash, and you can seize
In dreams begin, responsibilities
And I can love, and I can love
I know that the tide is turning ‘round
… so don’t let the bastards grind you down Prologue
AN: Originally I wanted Wilkins do a big monologue, the story of how he had kept an eye on the Slayer and the Saiyan. I couldn't quite make it work. After I finished part 2A I realized that what made it different from part 1 was the continuous stories. Now Wilkins had to be the main arc of this story, it's in the bloody name after all. But it would be nice to add a 2nd continuous story arc. So I added a second scene.
It all began with a girl.
A special girl, a Chosen girl.
She came to this town a few years ago. Whenever a new player comes to town I keep tabs on them. She was no different. Normally I wouldn't condone having a Slayer in this town. I'm a kill or be killed kinda guy. But I was facing the possible emergence of a certain Vampire master.
He was called the Master. Terribly pretentious asshole. A master vampire of great age and power. A bit like your former boss, Kakistos. He tried opening the Hellmouth once and instead he got trapped himself. Served him right. Nobody opens the Hellmouth in this place so long as it doesn't benefit me.
He could have seriously derailed my plans you know. So I used her to derail his plans. It took me some maneuvering but once I learned a certain vampire with a soul was giving her information, I made damn sure that the information he passed on to her was mine. So she thwarted all of his schemes to escape. And even found time to fall in love with that vampire. Can you imagine? A Vampire Slayer and a vampire, together in love? I've heard of it happening before, but not often. And it usually gets the girl killed by her own employers very quickly.
There was also a prophecy. Yeah, I know, it's not very modern is it? But if it ain't broke.... Anyway, that prophecy foretold that on her final battle with the Master she would die and the Master would get free. So I prepared to meet the Master and finish off that bloodsucker the moment he got out.
Imagine my surprise when she didn't die? Well, she died, for a few minutes until a boy came to her rescue and revived her using CPR. And they say kids don't learn anything in school! From that day I learned two things. First, that when a Slayer dies and is revived shortly thereafter there are now suddenly two Slayers. So the day another Slayer died in my town I gave immediate orders to destroy the body, incinerate her and scatter the ashes. Cause I sure don't want three of them.
Secondly, even the most dependable and inevitable prophecy can be subverted. I have to say, Mr. Trick, that scared me more then a whole army of Slayers. Cause I've been using certain prophecies myself and I'd hate it for somebody to derail it. Things must progress as I want them to go. Suffice to say I kept a keen eye on that boy ever since. No one can subvert a major prophecy unless they are special in some way. And I must find what or who is behind it.
That is why I didn't take steps against the Slayer and her friends after she defeated the Master. They presented an enigma to me. And as the saying goes, keep your friends close, your enemies closer and never leave an enigma out of sight. Besides, having her around kept the various malcontents in order. While I had to allow a certain level of chaos in my town in order to advance my interests, it was starting to get way above that level. And while she was focused on the various vampires, demons and what else, she didn't really interfere with my plans. Plus the decrease in attacks and violence proved beneficial to my voters. It never hurts to keep the voters happy.
It would seem that she was going strong in this town. But pride always comes before the fall. And her fall was love. Love for that vampire with a soul. Then he lost his soul after they had sex together. And some people wonder why I always make such a big issue about teen sex in my campaigns. Nothing good comes of it, Mr. Trick. Her vampire lover turned evil turned out to be more evil then the Master ever could. At least he was only interested in supplanting me. Angelus wished to end the world. I couldn't have that now, could I?
Lucky for me He had arrived. He is one of the last of his kind. A survivor of a race of warriors which just stuns the mind. From what I learned he is an alien of a another world, one that has been destroyed. His power just staggers the mind. You have heard about the Tarakans? How they never give up on an assignment, no matter the cost? Ever wondered what it takes to scare a Tarakan, Mr. Trick? He does. Not only has he managed to scare them off a mission to kill her, there is not enough money in the world for them to accept a mission to take him on again. They are that scared of him.
One day he came by this town and met her. Besides being incredible warriors, it would seem that Saiyans are also incredibly emotional beings, for he took pity on her. He offered to help her. In less then a year he trained that girl and that particular boy to such levels that there is practically little in this world that could kill them. It would have been a crushing defeat for my ambitions, if it weren't for that edict.
They thought they were so damn clever issuing it. And it probably saved many of my constituents’ lives. But they also surrendered intelligence gathering to the underworld. By making demons responsible for giving them information they gave up on getting their own. By applying the age old magician's tactic of misdirection I easily covered up my own tracks.
And kept vigil on to theirs. He has been a busy little boy, Mr. Trick. He's looking for something. I'm not sure what. Or where. I'd pay a great deal to know what it is. You'd never know when it comes in handy. I know he is connected to the US Air force. As you may have found out to our cost.
I do know, that like her, his greatest weakness however is love. He loves her dearly. It's not a sexual thing, Or maybe it is. After all, you've been around, haven't you? You know what depravity lies in the hearts of men. But I think it's fatherly love. Anything else would be very much out of character for our boy.
Where she loved her lover so much that she couldn't kill him when he turned evil, he loved her so much he sought to eliminate him from her life at every cost. Ruthlessness seems to be at the core of his kind. If she can't have her lover, then it’s better for her to never see him again. Of course she didn't take kindly to that when she found out. Such is the impetuous of youth. So after they stopped her former lover from ending the world she ran away. And he turned to alcohol. Unfortunately they seem to be together again. Be it still only cordially.
Why I didn't finish off either of them, you ask? Two reasons, my dear Mr. Trick, I said he was one of the last of his kind. I didn't say he was the last of his kind. There are at least two others. Once I learned that little fact all bets were off. Wouldn't do me any good to have the others tear off my head in vengeance now would it?
Secondly, why would I? They serve my purposes more then ever. This will be the year of my ascension, Mr. Trick. Once I've ascended you can take over and rule what remains as you see fit. But until then nothing will get in my way. I have many enemies and I fully expect that when they try to stop me, they will come to a violent stop against the Slayer and the Saiyan.
Two men sat outside an Irish pub near the Bay Area of San Francisco. One of them, looked like some white trash reject wearing nothing but a vest to cover his upper body. A baseball cap on top of a very white trash mullet finished off his look. The other man looked like a body builder, whose I San Francisco T-shirt looked like it was about to tear itself apart any time he moved. As White Trash sipped a pint of beer contently, the bodybuilder looked around bored as the streets were full of shoppers and tourists walking by idly.
They had been sitting there for a while now and Bodybuilder in particular was starting to look very bored. He had his arms folded across his chest and one finger was tapping impatiently.
“Easy, Big Guy,” White Trash said as he put his pint back on the table.
“Where is he,” Bodybuilder growled, “he's been gone for hours!”
“He'll come when he comes,” White Trash shrugged indifferent. Truth be told his big friend was getting on his nerves. If he could he would probably leave him to stew in his own juices. But he also shuddered to think what Bodybuilder would do without him keeping an eye on things. So he sucked up and stayed. After all, in the end all that counted was the mission.
“I think I'm going to order another pint,” White Trash said, “sure you don't want something?”
“What's the point,” Bodybuilder muttered. White Trash beckoned for a waitress. A waitress came by, a teenage girl, probably working her way through college.
“What can I get you,” she asked the twosome. The duo had been sitting here for hours and at least one of them was ordering regularly.
“How about a refill,” White Trash smiled at her and held up his empty glass.
“And your friend,” she asked as she accepted the empty glass and put it on her tray. So far the other guy hadn’t ordered anything but it didn’t hurt to ask.
“He's not having anything,” White Trash smiled, then leaned over towards her and whispered, “nor is he any good company.”
“Hey,” Bodybuilder objected, “I heard that!”
“You see what I have to be put up with,” White Trash sighed, then he spotted something, “oh, and better add a whiskey, in fact, make it a double.”
The waitress nodded and went to get the drinks. She had just gone inside when a immaculately dressed, be it a very small black man joined the duo.”
“Finally,” Bodybuilder said annoyed, “you took your sweet time! What took you so long, idiot!”
“Oh, shut up,” the black man said as he sat down, “if you think it's so easy, why don't you do it!”
“Maybe I should,” Bodybuilder replied, “Ass clown!”
The little black man sighed deeply and shook his head.
“I'm totally unappreciated,” he sighed wistfully.
“Did you get what you were looking for,” White Trash asked.
“In a way,” Little Black Man said, “the contact was legit.”
“Did you beat him up,” Bodybuilder asked, causing Little Black Man to sigh.
“Of course not, you idiot,” he said disapprovingly, “why does everything revolve first and foremost around violence with you?”
“What else is there,” Bodybuilder shrugged, “don’t be afraid to be the first to resort to violence.”
“Our underdeveloped yet talented friend is right though,” White Trash said, “violence is not the answer to everything and we have to keep a low profile, remember? Money is silent, violence has a habit of getting noticed.”
“I don't get to kill anything these days,” Bodybuilder snorted in disgust, “and we only have so much money and the way you keep sucking down those pints means were soon out of it.”
“There's plenty left,” White Trash smiled. As if on cue the waitress returned with the order. As she put the drinks down, White Trash smiled at her.
“Thanks, baby,” he said and gave her some money, “we'll be off after this. So keep the change.”
“Thanks,” she said and gave White Trash a smile. He may not have been her type, but a decent tip always deserved a smile. As White Trash saw her leave he sighed. Then he turned to Little Black Man.
“I took the liberty of ordering you something,” he said and gestured towards the whiskey.
“Thanks, Little Black Man said as he took the glass holding the whiskey and downed it in one big gulp and smiled contently, “just what the doctor ordered!”
“Bah,” Bodybuilder snorted in disgust as Little Black Man put the empty glass on the table.
“So what did you learn,” White Trash asked.
“It is true, Vegeta is on this planet,” Little Black Man said. Causing White Trash to look shocked. Even Bodybuilder looked up.
“That.... is unfortunate,” White Trash eventually said.
“Ha, looks like I do get to kill something after all,” Bodybuilder grinned.
“Shut it,” White Trash said as he started thinking, then he looked at Little Black Man, ”was he the one?”
“Could be,” Little Black Man said, “the contact did say he was absent that day.”
“That means jobs done, right,” Bodybuilder said looking around for support. But he didn’t get any.
“Goku was also absent that day,” White Trash said shaking his head, “I find it hard to think they worked together. They were supposed to be enemies.”
“Enemies, schmenemies,” Bodybuilder shrugged, “we can't touch Goku, the orders didn't say anything about Vegeta.”
White Trash didn't speak, just cupped his right elbow with his left hand and used his right hand to support his chin while he thought.
“There's more,” Little Black Man said.
“There is,” White Trash asked looking at Little Black Man.
“There is another Saiyan,” he said, dropping the bombshell.
“I guess this means I still don't get to kill anything,” Bodybuilder said shaking his head.
“This is getting weirder by the moment,” White Trash finally said.
“Well, how do you think I felt,” Little Black Man said, “I had to use every ounce of my legendary cool to prevent my jaw from hitting the floor.”
Bodybuilder let out a loud snort.
“Shut up,” Little Black Man said angry.
“Make me,” Bodybuilder said defiantly.
“I'll do it,” Little Black Man said, eyes flashing angry.
“Oh, for petesakes,” White Trash said, putting his hands on the table, “will you two knock it off? We have a job to do!”
The bickering duo looked at White Trash, then at each other
“This isn't over,” Little Black Man said to Bodybuilder.
“Any time, little man,” Bodybuilder said softly.
“What have I done to deserve you two,” White Trash sighed as he shook his head, then he looked at Little Black Man, “did you learn anything of this mystery Saiyan?”
Shooting one quick look of anger at Bodybuilder Little Black Man continued.
“According to my contact his name is Belmovekk.”
“That don't sound very Saiyan,” Bodybuilder said, “I thought Saiyan names sounded like vege...”
White trash signaled Bodybuilder to shut up.
“Anything else? Like a place of residence?”
Little Black Man shook his head.
“The contact didn't know. He knew this Saiyan is connected to Capsule Corp. and that they have done work for him. But that went through their skunk works division.”
“Bulma,” White Trash said.
“Indeed,” agreed Little Black Man, “it won't be easy getting that information. She'll have good security.”
“The best,” White Trash agreed while thinking it over.
“It will take time,” Little Black Man said, “I can't just hack into her systems without her noticing it. It has to be handled with care, finesse. And above all stealth. So it will take some time.”
“You do that,” White Trash agreed. This was not to the likings of Bodybuilder.
“You're letting him do it,” he said angry, “the little shit'll take forever! I'm not going to wait forever!”
“Easy, big guy,” White Trash said, holding up a hand, “we're not going to wait here.”
“We aren't,” Bodybuilder said surprised.
“Who ever destroyed the good doctor's old lab knew where to find it,” White Trash said, “I think we should visit our old brother #8 again. I think he lied to us.”
“If #8 lied to us he'll be long gone,” Bodybuilder, a.k.a. android #14 said.
“We'll find him,” White Trash, a.k.a. android #13 said confidently, “I think we can torture his new whereabouts from those villagers. And in the meanwhile #15 here can hack into Capsule Corp.'s secure files network. So when we're all finished we can find out this Belmovekk and see if he had anything to do with the destruction of doctor Gero's old Lab.”
“Finally, some decisive action,” #14 grinned.