Chapter 7: Winds of Change
The arboreal landscape was reflected in the obsidian eyes of the watcher. Sable tresses lifted and set back down again as the harsh wind flowed through. The storm had finally settled down for now, but Planet Crimsia's weather was very fickle. The systems were extremely turbulent and a daily thunderstorm was the norm. Having taken over this planet after Neo Vegetasei had been destroyed; he now ruled the remaining saiya jin forces with an iron fist. It had always been that way and now continued.
He brought up gauntleted hand to wipe away an irritating lock of hair. A spattering of bluish black bruises caught his eye. Several slashes also decorated the pale skin.
Broly smiled. He licked his lips, reminiscing about the event that was the cause of the bruises.
He inclined his head and closed his eyes, as if scenting the breeze. The rising half moon bathed his face in an ivory mask of death.
He began to lose himself In the thoughts that flitted through his mind.
The warmth of the body beneath him.
Subduing the writhing sylph beneath him.
Rips of fabric.
The screams.
The impact of his hand on warm skin.
The warm coppery scent of freshly spilled blood.
Pain from blows and scratches mingling with the incredible pleasure he was taking.
The heavenly tightness.
The anticipation of absolution.
The release.
His body quaked minutely, as he recalled the memories.
His tongue flicked out to briefly wet his chapped lips. He felt a hotness grow in the pit of his abdomen and spread downwards. He opened his eyes and gazed downward. He had aroused himself by mere thoughts.
Broly raised his head, and laughed huskily. Suddenly he spun on his heel and stalked stealthily back into the chamber from the balcony he had been on. The chamber was lowly lit with a bare minimum of lighting.
There was a lavish four poster bed near the wall. A huge open casement glared opposite from it. The canopy was make with sheer crimson silk as were the sheets and comforter. An ebon like wooden chest stood proudly in the corner nearest the door. The Comm link was installed near the bed. As for the rest of the furniture, they were found in the rest of his living apartments.
He headed for the open door. Once out, he turned around and set the lock on it. The he headed down the stone corridor. Miscellaneous passersby and warriors walked past him in the hallway, always moving to the side in deference to their leader. He ignored them all, intent on his own quest. He wound his way into the midlevel of the castle. There, he arrived at his destination. Three armed guards stood at attention in front of a facsimile of a stone door. The door in reality was made with high quality titanium steel alloy. Totally unbreakable, as well as ki proof.
He smiled as the guards moved aside to let him enter. Entering the access code, he quickly passed through the doorway and moved inside the room. He shut the door behind him locking it. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he punched in another code. The wall suddenly started to shift and morph. Tiny whirrs and clicks were heard as a double row of walls formed. Now the room was entirely sound proof.
He didn't want to guards to interrupt his little 'session.'
His booted feet whispered silently, threateningly towards the figure lying on the floor. Suspicious dark little circles created a halo around the form's head. A corresponding trickle ran out of the corner of a delicate set of lips. Shreds of fabric lay scattered around the body, like confetti. Numerous bruises and cuts decorated the body like lurid tattoos. Broly stopped a foot shy of the prone body. He contemplated his next course of action. Then, he turned around and glided hotly towards the door. He unlocked it and opened the portal. Stepping partially outside, he made a request to the guard for a barrel sized container of hot water and a rag. The guard ran off to fulfill his orders. Then, he turned to the other guard. He requested two sets of clothing, each a different size. The other guard nodded and ran off to do his bidding. That left one watch. Broly ordered him to notify him when they returned. The last guard saluted and agreed. Broly nodded and retreated back into the chamber, locking the door.
He efficiently cleaned up the strips of fabric lying around. Once that was done he turned to the next task.
He quickly stripped the body of the remaining scraps of clothing.
Within a few minutes, the guard announced the arrival of the water and rag. Broly quickly took them in, as he went to shut the door, the other guard returned. He took the clothes also.
Locking the door, he returned to his prior project. He placed the limp body onto the plain bed that was pushed up against the left wall. Then he turned to the water bearing container. He dunked the rag into the scalding water and began to scrub the blood and fluids off of slumbering form.
He liked his entertainment clean.
As he brusquely cleaned the emerald form, it began to stir.
Jade lids opened half mast for a second then closed in a wince as reality brutally intruded.
A low moan rumbled out of the namekusei jin's graceful throat. Piccolo cried out mentally as he was shoved into wakefulness. Pain was the most evident thing right now. He felt as if every bone in his tall frame was shattered, at the least, broken. Stiff and full of cramps, his body spasmed.
He could feel something hot rubbing all over his sore and bruised skin. The gesture lacked any sort of tenderness or gentleness. A foreign scent suddenly assaulted his delicate olfactory sense. Though it was different from what he was used to, he knew that scent.
Saiya-jin.
He tried to sit up but only got half way when hot bolts of pain lanced up and down his torso. He gasped and curled up onto his side, shuddering as the pain raced through his blood.
Through the blinding physical hell, he began to focus on the source of the pain. It appeared to be radiating out from his lower torso region. But, it wasn't all external; a great part of it was internal. That let him know that this wasn't an ordinary beating.
This was different, wrongly different.
With a sickening clarity he realized what had happened.
What innocence he had left had been ripped away from him. He closed his eyes tighter together and tried to deny it, but the pain prevailed as the reigning evidence.
A hand forcibly made him lay back flat again, and the cloth continued to scrub. At first he quailed against it, but a soft dangerous voice stopped him.
"Now. now. My little forest sylph. Are you sure you wished to be punished again? I do not think you could take it.." The voice warned.
Emerald lids snapped open suddenly to reveal keen garnets. Piccolo stared right into the eyes of his tormenter and worst enemy. A hand on his throat caused him to pause.
Broly merely smiled at him, a sly smirk on his face.
"There now. Much better. I think with a little training, You might be more fun to keep around."
Piccolo glared back at him. Broly merely shrugged and then got up.
"Just a thought, my little sylph. I still may give you to my men. They are a bit starved. and some might not be as gentle as I was."
Piccolo snorted. 'That was gentle?'he mused.
Broly tossed him a stack of clothing and instructed him to wear it. Out of sheer stubbornness, Piccolo refused. The saiya jin's face still held a smile, but his obsidian eyes darkened. Piccolo never saw him move, but the next thing he knew was that he was violently knocked off the bed and was slammed against the opposite wall with a resounding crack.
He lay on the floor, his head spinning. The ache in his loins flared up as he tried to get to his knees. He cried out softly and hung his head. Sapphire boots appeared suddenly into his field of vision. The crimson leggings shifted as the being in front of him shifted to kneel down, balancing on his toes. A pair of fingers roughly lifted his chin to meet a pair of smoldering sable eyes.
"Did I not tell you to never disobey, dishonor or show me disrespect?"
Then a force collided with the back of his neck and he remembered no more.
Out in space.
Gohan suddenly snapped his neck up from the meditative stance he had been in. His breathing was heavy and ragged, coming in and out in great gulps. Sweat glistened off of his pale skin.
He didn't usually do mediation, but he had learned it a sort of a tribute to his mentor. It also helped to sort out some of his anger and rage. Later he had learned that he could tap into his mentor's consciousness. Not as Piccolo himself, but as a sort of lurker, a hidden shadow in a dark room. He hadn't been able to do this when his mentor had been far away, but as they got closer to the planet he was being held on, he found out he could mentally receive him.
That had worked fine, till now. He couldn't quite make out the images in his mentor's mind, but he could definitely feel the emotions associated with it.
Anger.
Extreme pain.
Despair.
Fear.
Hate.
Hopelessness.
It was the last one that scared him the most. For if his mentor gave up hope, then he was committing himself to death, by suicide or murder.
A sense of urgency now filled his being.. They had to arrive soon or there would be nothing left of Piccolo san.
He had finally learned to control the mental sendings of pain his teacher had broadcasted, but now they were occuring with regular frequency and held a different note of pain.
And Gohan had a very clear idea of what it might be.
He sighed.
One week till landing.
He could only hope that they could get there in time.
The arboreal landscape was reflected in the obsidian eyes of the watcher. Sable tresses lifted and set back down again as the harsh wind flowed through. The storm had finally settled down for now, but Planet Crimsia's weather was very fickle. The systems were extremely turbulent and a daily thunderstorm was the norm. Having taken over this planet after Neo Vegetasei had been destroyed; he now ruled the remaining saiya jin forces with an iron fist. It had always been that way and now continued.
He brought up gauntleted hand to wipe away an irritating lock of hair. A spattering of bluish black bruises caught his eye. Several slashes also decorated the pale skin.
Broly smiled. He licked his lips, reminiscing about the event that was the cause of the bruises.
He inclined his head and closed his eyes, as if scenting the breeze. The rising half moon bathed his face in an ivory mask of death.
He began to lose himself In the thoughts that flitted through his mind.
The warmth of the body beneath him.
Subduing the writhing sylph beneath him.
Rips of fabric.
The screams.
The impact of his hand on warm skin.
The warm coppery scent of freshly spilled blood.
Pain from blows and scratches mingling with the incredible pleasure he was taking.
The heavenly tightness.
The anticipation of absolution.
The release.
His body quaked minutely, as he recalled the memories.
His tongue flicked out to briefly wet his chapped lips. He felt a hotness grow in the pit of his abdomen and spread downwards. He opened his eyes and gazed downward. He had aroused himself by mere thoughts.
Broly raised his head, and laughed huskily. Suddenly he spun on his heel and stalked stealthily back into the chamber from the balcony he had been on. The chamber was lowly lit with a bare minimum of lighting.
There was a lavish four poster bed near the wall. A huge open casement glared opposite from it. The canopy was make with sheer crimson silk as were the sheets and comforter. An ebon like wooden chest stood proudly in the corner nearest the door. The Comm link was installed near the bed. As for the rest of the furniture, they were found in the rest of his living apartments.
He headed for the open door. Once out, he turned around and set the lock on it. The he headed down the stone corridor. Miscellaneous passersby and warriors walked past him in the hallway, always moving to the side in deference to their leader. He ignored them all, intent on his own quest. He wound his way into the midlevel of the castle. There, he arrived at his destination. Three armed guards stood at attention in front of a facsimile of a stone door. The door in reality was made with high quality titanium steel alloy. Totally unbreakable, as well as ki proof.
He smiled as the guards moved aside to let him enter. Entering the access code, he quickly passed through the doorway and moved inside the room. He shut the door behind him locking it. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he punched in another code. The wall suddenly started to shift and morph. Tiny whirrs and clicks were heard as a double row of walls formed. Now the room was entirely sound proof.
He didn't want to guards to interrupt his little 'session.'
His booted feet whispered silently, threateningly towards the figure lying on the floor. Suspicious dark little circles created a halo around the form's head. A corresponding trickle ran out of the corner of a delicate set of lips. Shreds of fabric lay scattered around the body, like confetti. Numerous bruises and cuts decorated the body like lurid tattoos. Broly stopped a foot shy of the prone body. He contemplated his next course of action. Then, he turned around and glided hotly towards the door. He unlocked it and opened the portal. Stepping partially outside, he made a request to the guard for a barrel sized container of hot water and a rag. The guard ran off to fulfill his orders. Then, he turned to the other guard. He requested two sets of clothing, each a different size. The other guard nodded and ran off to do his bidding. That left one watch. Broly ordered him to notify him when they returned. The last guard saluted and agreed. Broly nodded and retreated back into the chamber, locking the door.
He efficiently cleaned up the strips of fabric lying around. Once that was done he turned to the next task.
He quickly stripped the body of the remaining scraps of clothing.
Within a few minutes, the guard announced the arrival of the water and rag. Broly quickly took them in, as he went to shut the door, the other guard returned. He took the clothes also.
Locking the door, he returned to his prior project. He placed the limp body onto the plain bed that was pushed up against the left wall. Then he turned to the water bearing container. He dunked the rag into the scalding water and began to scrub the blood and fluids off of slumbering form.
He liked his entertainment clean.
As he brusquely cleaned the emerald form, it began to stir.
Jade lids opened half mast for a second then closed in a wince as reality brutally intruded.
A low moan rumbled out of the namekusei jin's graceful throat. Piccolo cried out mentally as he was shoved into wakefulness. Pain was the most evident thing right now. He felt as if every bone in his tall frame was shattered, at the least, broken. Stiff and full of cramps, his body spasmed.
He could feel something hot rubbing all over his sore and bruised skin. The gesture lacked any sort of tenderness or gentleness. A foreign scent suddenly assaulted his delicate olfactory sense. Though it was different from what he was used to, he knew that scent.
Saiya-jin.
He tried to sit up but only got half way when hot bolts of pain lanced up and down his torso. He gasped and curled up onto his side, shuddering as the pain raced through his blood.
Through the blinding physical hell, he began to focus on the source of the pain. It appeared to be radiating out from his lower torso region. But, it wasn't all external; a great part of it was internal. That let him know that this wasn't an ordinary beating.
This was different, wrongly different.
With a sickening clarity he realized what had happened.
What innocence he had left had been ripped away from him. He closed his eyes tighter together and tried to deny it, but the pain prevailed as the reigning evidence.
A hand forcibly made him lay back flat again, and the cloth continued to scrub. At first he quailed against it, but a soft dangerous voice stopped him.
"Now. now. My little forest sylph. Are you sure you wished to be punished again? I do not think you could take it.." The voice warned.
Emerald lids snapped open suddenly to reveal keen garnets. Piccolo stared right into the eyes of his tormenter and worst enemy. A hand on his throat caused him to pause.
Broly merely smiled at him, a sly smirk on his face.
"There now. Much better. I think with a little training, You might be more fun to keep around."
Piccolo glared back at him. Broly merely shrugged and then got up.
"Just a thought, my little sylph. I still may give you to my men. They are a bit starved. and some might not be as gentle as I was."
Piccolo snorted. 'That was gentle?'he mused.
Broly tossed him a stack of clothing and instructed him to wear it. Out of sheer stubbornness, Piccolo refused. The saiya jin's face still held a smile, but his obsidian eyes darkened. Piccolo never saw him move, but the next thing he knew was that he was violently knocked off the bed and was slammed against the opposite wall with a resounding crack.
He lay on the floor, his head spinning. The ache in his loins flared up as he tried to get to his knees. He cried out softly and hung his head. Sapphire boots appeared suddenly into his field of vision. The crimson leggings shifted as the being in front of him shifted to kneel down, balancing on his toes. A pair of fingers roughly lifted his chin to meet a pair of smoldering sable eyes.
"Did I not tell you to never disobey, dishonor or show me disrespect?"
Then a force collided with the back of his neck and he remembered no more.
Out in space.
Gohan suddenly snapped his neck up from the meditative stance he had been in. His breathing was heavy and ragged, coming in and out in great gulps. Sweat glistened off of his pale skin.
He didn't usually do mediation, but he had learned it a sort of a tribute to his mentor. It also helped to sort out some of his anger and rage. Later he had learned that he could tap into his mentor's consciousness. Not as Piccolo himself, but as a sort of lurker, a hidden shadow in a dark room. He hadn't been able to do this when his mentor had been far away, but as they got closer to the planet he was being held on, he found out he could mentally receive him.
That had worked fine, till now. He couldn't quite make out the images in his mentor's mind, but he could definitely feel the emotions associated with it.
Anger.
Extreme pain.
Despair.
Fear.
Hate.
Hopelessness.
It was the last one that scared him the most. For if his mentor gave up hope, then he was committing himself to death, by suicide or murder.
A sense of urgency now filled his being.. They had to arrive soon or there would be nothing left of Piccolo san.
He had finally learned to control the mental sendings of pain his teacher had broadcasted, but now they were occuring with regular frequency and held a different note of pain.
And Gohan had a very clear idea of what it might be.
He sighed.
One week till landing.
He could only hope that they could get there in time.