So I'm glad everyone is having a good time with this story as it's been an absolute BLAST for me to write! Next to Punk Rocket, Control Freak is such a great villain to do. He's just so damn nerdy! And for the record, the Dominic mentioned in this chapter is completely different than the Dominic in "Vampire Heart". Anyway, enough with the chit-chat, let's get on with the show...

"Yo Dominic! What's up, man?"

Cyborg was happy. Very happy.

Dominic Foley, manager of Full-Auto Auto Parts, had called the cybernetic Titan to inform him that the dual plasma horse power injectors for the T-Car had arrived.

"It's the strangest thing..." Dominic informed Cyborg. "The only company that makes these parts is WayneTech and they usually reserve it for military use only. But when I mentioned it was for the Teen Titans, I guess Bruce Wayne personally authorized the sale of it." Cyborg just shrugged, not really caring how it happened, just as long as he got them in the first place.

"Wayne must like super heroes or something...now enough with the chit-chat, let's see those beauties!" he gushed. Dominic went into the back room for a moment or two, before returning with the bright, gleaming chrome of the dual plasma horse power injectors. "So...beautiful..." Cyborg said quietly, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Should...have sent...a poet..."

Sensing the odd look from Dominic, Cyborg cleared his throat, speaking once again in his normal tone and inflection "I mean...wow, what a great piece of machinery. So how much do I owe you?"

"That's another weird thing. It's free. WayneTech didn't charge me a damn thing. So I guess it's on the house, Cy..." Dominic said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...slow down...you mean to tell me I don't have to pay anything?"

"You will pay with your life." came a heavily accented, Austrian voice. Out from the shadows stepped Control Freak. Though instead of the proud Saiyan warrior garb he had when he did battle with Starfire, he was now sporting black leather pants, black boots, a simple white tee-shirt and a black leather jacket. His hair was back to it's normal reddish-orange, but was now cut to a perfectly trimmed buzz cut. A dark pair of sunglasses decorated his face and resting comfortable in his hands was a 12-gage, gas powered, assault shotgun. Cyborg groaned audibly.

"Man, can't you just give it a rest, Control Freak?" Cyborg asked. "We whupped your butt with the big robot thingie, Star whupped your butt when you were that vegetable dude and now this?"

"My name is not Control Freak. I am Cyberdyne Systems Series 850 Model 101 Cybernetic Android. I have been sent from the future to terminate you."

Cyborg just looked on confused, trying to decipher Control Freak's thick accent and piece together his words. "Look man, I don't know what your problem is but you're starting to get on my nerves!" he said, as he fired up his sonic cannon. "So I'm gonna give your sorry butt to the count of 3 to get out of here before I blast you halfway to Gotham...1...2...3!" And without wasting a further moment blasted Control Freak square in the head, hoping the concussive force would knock him out.

When the bright blue beam of pure sonic energy connected with the nerdy villain, it sent him reeling into a nearby rack of air fresheners, causing a cascade of scented pieces of cardboard to fly in the air.

"That was easy!" Cyborg said to himself, grinning from ear to ear. Then slowly, ever so slowly, Control Freak stood up and turned to face Cyborg, the Titan in complete shock. "There has to be a glitch in my visual input feed..." he stammered.

Control Freak's entire left side of his face was completely missing, but instead of a gory carnage of blood and tissue, there was a metal cybernetic endoskeleton, with a glowing red eye similar to Cyborg's.

"What in the..." was all the metal Titan could muster.

"Protocol 24-VS-TT – The extreme termination of Cyborg of the Teen Titans. Hasta La Vista...baby." Control Freak said as he easily swung the deadly shotgun into his hands. Cyborg quickly fired a defensive sonic blast to distract Control Freak long enough to get Dominic out of the way.

"Dominic! Get down!" Cyborg shouted, pushing the store manager into the break room and slamming the door behind him. Control Freak fired off some shells in Cyborg's direction, with the Titan ducking behind a display of rubber tires just in the nick of time.

"You can not run. You can not hide. Resistance is futile." Control Freak offered, reloading his shotgun.

"Man, what is your problem? You got a brain tumor or something?" asked Cyborg.

"It's a not a tumor!" came Control Freak's reply as he fired more shots in the general direction of Cyborg's tire fortress. Cyborg flipped open the communicator on his wrist in a desperate attempt to call for backup. But instead of getting Starfire, Robin, Raven or even Beast Boy, he was greeted with nothing but static. Somehow Control Freak was blocking his signal.

"Alright you Radioshack reject, I don't know how you got yourself all roboty, but you're going down now!" and with a mighty "RRAARRGGGGHH!" Cyborg chucked a Goodyear 24" ATT tire at the Controlinator with as much as strength as he could muster. His aim was true as the tire connected right in Control Freak's bulbous chest with amazing accuracy. Reeling from the projectile tire, Control Freak staggered back a bit before colliding with a wall of car batteries, which avalanched on him like demented Lego bricks.

"And stay down!" Cyborg barked, now having both his sonic cannons trained on the battery pile.

Instantly Control Freak shot up and instead of his normal 12 gage, now possessed a massive gatling gun with a laser sight that pointed square at Cyborg's forehead.

"Ulp"

Cyborg swallowed his spit and quickly dove behind the front counter, seeking shelter behind a large, empty gas tank.

RAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-RAT-TAT

The Controlinator spread the bullets in a wide pattern over the general area where Cyborg was. "You will be terminated. There is no escape." he reminded, in his accented, monotone voice. The bullets were whizzing and zinging by, piercing through the faux-wood of the front counter, slicing through nearby auto parts and barely missing Cyborg's hulking metal frame.

"Ok Cyborg...let's think here..." the Titan thought to himself. "Sonic cannon just seems to blast his fake skin off...need something a bit more hands on..." A quick inspection of the area displayed just what he needed...a massive muffler and exhaust pipe, probably for a semi-truck. "Bingo!" Cyborg said grinning. Now clutching the massive metal in his hand, he charged up the hydraulic spring launchers in his legs and with a triumphant cry of "BOO-YAH!" launched himself in the air, swinging the Muffler of Doom to connect solely on the side of the Controlinator's head.

CLANG!

Cyborg used all of his strength, both cybernetic and from his own muscles and the results were obvious. Control Freak zinged across the room like a baseball that had been crushed by Sammy Sosa. The cyber-nerd crashed headfirst into a display showcasing the amazing properties of "TRU-COAT 10-W-40 MOTOR OIL" not only dousing him in thick globs of motor oil, but also causing the engine display to fall and crush his right foot. Sparks flew everywhere as a tangled mess of wires snaked wildly from the destroyed cybernetic appendage.

"STATUS REPORT – lower left appendage inoperable." Control Freak said to himself. Sitting down from the force of Cyborg's Muffler of Doom, he effortlessly hurled the massive engine block towards his attacker.

"Whoa!" said Cyborg, side stepping the massive auto part. Control Freak slowly rose, struggling to maintain his balance with his one good limb.

"Resistance is futile. You will be terminated."

"Terminate this!" shouted Cyborg, as his large metal fist connected with Control Freak straight in his metal teeth and once again, his body went flying with harsh intensity. The Controlinator slammed through a nearby wall and into the parking lot where he crashed through the front windshield of Dominic's car, promptly setting off the car alarm.

WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP EEERH EEERH EEERH OOGA OOGA WEEW WEEW WEEW

By this time the Controlinator was in rough shape, to say the least. He crawled from the wreckage of what was once Dominic's car, most of his artificial skin having been torn away in several places, his body quickly losing power as Cyborg had damaged his energy matrix core.

"Power level...failing...mission...at risk...self-destruct activated..."

"Self-destruct!" Cyborg spat out. "Aww hell naw!"

Quickly Cyborg grabbed Control Freak by the neck and hurriedly chucked him high into the air. The Controlinator flew like a missile, straight and true, into the wild blue yonder. When he reached an incredible distance, a passenger in a passing by airplane was seriously disturbed insisting that "He...saw...something on the wing!", Control Freak exploded in a brilliant flash of white light, completely incinerating himself and sadly, a small pigeon that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Did...I just kill Control Freak?" Cyborg wondered quietly.

"Hmmph! You'll never get rid of me!"

Out from the bushes came the real Control Freak holding a modified Gamestation 720 controller in his hand that he had been using to control his robotic clone. "Do you realize how much it cost me to make that? I went without Ramen for an entire month! I nearly starved!"

Cyborg just stared at Control Freak...then at the spot in the sky where his cybernetic doppleganger was...then back at Control Freak. "My head hurts..." he finally said.

"It was all supposed to work! My robot was going to terminate you once and for all and I would finally be rid of one less Teen Titan." Control Freak whined. "Do you have any idea of how mad I ammmaaaahhhh!"

Control Freak was cut off in mid-sentence as Cyborg grabbed a hold of his "I HEART EVA" tee-shirt and hoisted the chubby villain a foot or so off his feet.

"Now you listen here...first you attack Star and now you attack me AND trash my favorite store? Ain't goin' down like that, little man."

Control Freak laughed in Cyborg's face, his chronic halitosis making Cyborg's eye water.

"Haha, you expect me to be intimated by you, a walking Apple II computer? You may have the technology, but I have magic...arcane magic, to be exact! Hope you brought your 20 sided dice!" Control Freak said, and in the blink of an eye teleported out of Cyborg's hands.

"I need a vacation..." Cyborg said, sighing to himself.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY STORE?"

It was Dominic's voice and he was not happy. His entire store was in ruins. Motor oil was slung over the walls like a small child's finger painting mis-adventures gone horribly wrong. Random car parts were smashed, dented or just downright crushed. One of the main walls was completely smashed through and to rub salt in the wound, Dominic's car was nothing more than a destroyed heap of smashed neon tubes and annihilated spinner rims.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY STORE?" Dominic again demanded to know.

Cyborg just blushed and scratched the back of his head, a bad habit he had picked up from Beast Boy.

"Oh...hey Dominic! About your store...yeah man...sorry about that. Just..uhhh put it on my tab."