Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Dragon Ball Z. I only own the characters that I invented for the use in this fanfiction. I am not receiving any monetary gain for this fanfiction so please don't sue me.
Authors note: I started writing this story purely for my own enjoyment. And on a whim after rewriting the beginning I thought maybe I should post it.
If no one reads it that's fine. It will be no skin off my back. I will continue to write it because I enjoy doing so.
So if you like romance and you love Piccolo you might enjoy my story.
Prologue
There was no light, no feeling, in the place where Justine floated.
She had no idea how long she had been in this hell. All she knew, was that with every minute that ticked by unchecked, she became more determined, not to give him what he wanted.
Dr. Gryphon was the one who had put Justine in her own personal purgatory. By giving her an injection of a drug that induced the inability to move or feel.
Combine that with a heavy blindfold, earplugs, and hours of waiting, you have Dr. Gryphon favorite form of torture.
He said it was the best way to get results form Justine. He also said all she needed was time to think. And that was why he called this procedure the "Think Tank". He had seen Justine's telepathic and empathic abilities increase tenfold since he had began implement this kind of stimulation.
Of course he was doing all of this for Justine's benefit. After all Justine was a sick girl and she needed guidance.
Back in the "Think Tank" Justine had only her own heartbeat to assure her of her own existence.
How long have I been here? She asked herself. But she wasn't referring to the time she had spent in purgatory. She wandered how long she had spent as Dr. Gryphon's patient.
Had it been ten years? Had it been more?
She didn't know.
There was no way to tell without having the dates marked. And she hadn't seen a calendar sense she had been admitted to the hospital.
It felt like it had been a lifetime.
For some hours now she had been fighting the need to urinate. She knew, she couldn't hold it for much longer. And that meant soon, she would be laying in a pool of her own piss.
I don't care what you do to me Gryphon I'm not going to play the part of your lab rat anymore. And the next time you let your guard down I'm going to kill you.