The Torment 12: The Disappearance of Piccolo
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Piccolo-chan was having a bad day.
Well, of course she would be having a bad day, because she was a Namek-turned-human that was having a demi-Saiya-jin's baby. That would be hard on anyone.
She had been on her honeymoon with Gohan, when all of a sudden; she had almost broken down completely. Having morning sickness was not something anyone would enjoy, and her mood swings were getting worse. This is bad, considering that part of her was the former Kami-sama of Earth.
So she sat, sobbing her eyes out, on a rock face that should have been unreachable.
Power streaked out around her in pseudo lightning, as she bawled out how life was unfair, and how dare Gohan do this to her, completely unlike her usual unflappable self.
There were several possible explanations for this, if a person wanted to hear them. The changes her body was going through were throwing her completely off balance. She unprepared for the mental aspect of motherhood. She was only the possible female form she could have taken, meaning she was about as close to a female Namek that looked like a human as could be. This further strained her already confused system, with the child being quarter Saiya-jin.
Poor Gohan was also the only person available to take the brunt of all this, and he was soul bonded to her.
Pity Gohan.
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He knew his target, and he knew what he was to do.
It was time.
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"I need to go apologize," she mumbled to herself, as it started to rain. She rubbed her belly absently, and ruefully thought about how she had been acting recently. If she had seen herself this way, say a year ago, she would have killed herself to save herself the trouble.
Still, in the back of her mind, despite all the weirdness of it, she was happy. For the first time, she wasn't lonely, she had someone who loved her, that she loved back, and she was making life, instead of taking it. There was a deep-seated joy there that she had never felt before.
She snorted at the direction her thoughts had taken; then turned green, dry heaving some more.
Her senses were so screwed that she didn't sense the person next to her, until a cloth was placed over her mouth and nose. Piccolo-chan did the one thing that she shouldn't have done at that moment; she breathed in.
Her mind registered what was happening to her barely a moment before she fell into unconsciousness. Her last coherent thought was:
Oh, Kami-sama, the baby!
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It was like a candle guttering, the strange feel of something taking the ever-present sense of Piccolo's mind away from him.
The sensation was painful. It was like someone had reached inside his chest and ripped out his still beating heart, and it didn't kill him. He kept living with the pain increasing. He did the only thing he could do at that moment, he screamed.
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Where the hell am I?
Its dark, I can't see…
My hearing is human, still, so that doesn't tell me much.
Can't move, either.
Did they get Gohan? If they did, they have seen their last day on this world.
The baby!
The recently awakened Piccolo-chan jerked with fear, as dread surged through her veins like ice, turning her cold, and she started to shake.
A voice spoke from her right, startling her. Her ki senses were still shot from her hormone overload, and she hadn't sensed him.
"Good morning, Devil."
Piccolo-chan didn't answer, as a hand stroked her hair gently, and then lower to her swollen belly.
She became aware that she was tied into a chair, wrists to the arms, and ankles to the legs of the chair. What little she could smell didn't help in the least. All there was a faint, musty odor that could have come from anything.
The hand continued to rub against her belly in an almost possessive manner, until it clenched suddenly.
"ARGH!!!" she yelped suddenly, as pain lanced through her again. Tears sprang to her eyes, and whatever connection she had to her baby made her moan at the fear and pain going through the tiny child.
No! She yelled internally. Not even out of the womb, and it had already had to experience pain. Even Gohan had been at least four before the pain of life had intruded.
Growling in her throat, she tried to power up, and thrashed around trying to get some kind of leverage, some kind of movement. Another spasm of pain hit, and she screamed this time, not with her own pain, but that of the baby.
"You see, Devil," said the voice. It spoke softly, in an almost friendly tone. "I may not be as strong as you, but I don't have to be. I have redirected your ki so that if you do anything to escape, it will harm the monstrosity within you. So, by all means, try to get away. I cannot allow this abomination to survive."
"Why do you want to kill my daughter?" she asked softly, trying to calm herself. Terror that she had never known was coursing through her. Any mother with a child at risk has felt the same thing, but to Piccolo-chan, this was more than just any child. It was her child.
"Because," said that terrifyingly gentle voice. "You killed my son long ago. You killed many people's children long ago, and if you are allowed to spawn, your offspring will only become more evil than their sire. You deserve to know the pain of loosing a child, to know what it does to a person. It is only justice, and saving the world from your monstrous progeny."
Piccolo-chan wracked her brain, trying to understand what this person was talking about-
Damn! She thought, when it clicked. This person thinks that I am my father! The old bastard would be laughing in hell at her right now.
Piccolo-chan then did something that her father would never have done. She begged.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't kill my daughter. Kill me…"