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A/N: Fanfic is giving me a bit of trouble, I am having difficulty logging in and uploading, so... but enough about that! My computer crashed and is still crashed, doing this at school computer, but enough said. I present to you the story. Another Note: if sensitive bout rape, don't read.
Chapter 5- Because I Am Unborne
Piccolo searched the mountainous area outside the city feeling Cell's ki.
"I know you're down there Cell, you can't hide forever." Piccolo thought to himself with a growl.
Finally he spotted him hiding behind the rock nursing a wound, unaware of his presence. Piccolo grinned and swooped down, landing right next to Cell. Shocked at first, Cell quickly regained composure and lept to his feet with a hiss.
"You... how dare you disturb my rest." Cell growled as he spat on the ground.
Piccolo made a disgusted face. "Look at you. You're a disgrace. Look at how you crawl in the shadows, have you no honor." Cell hissed again and moved into a deep stanze ready to attack. Piccolo smirked. "I considered your offer..." At Cell's raised brow he continued. "We would make a KILLER team, wouldn't we?" Then Piccolo's voice harshened. "And I will accept when you regain your dignity! I will NOT have a coward at my right hand."
Cell hissed again seeming agitated. "And I won't have insubordination from my right hand! NOW... one thing clear, I don't live in the shadows. But enough of this, let's celebrate."
Piccolo growled. "Insubordination..." he thought to himself as he spat to his side. "Cell is this dirt I spit on."
Cell noticed is scowl, and seemed to begin to contemplate a plan. "How about YOU choose the celebration, Namek?"
"My name is Piccolo." He corrected him, as he began to think. Cell continued,"What would please you to destroy?... Perhaps a mortal enemy?..." Gokuh immediately popped into Piccolo's mind, but he is dead with a widowed-
"We will visit Son Gokuh's home." Piccolo confirmed, and then his smirk widened. "I am sure his widow is lonely, and would appreciate the company."
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Gohan sat slumped against the tree staring at his hands, which he had scrubbed clean of blood, as Videl whiped down Bulma and Trunk's foreheads with a hot rag.
Videl paused to look at Gohan. She saw how oblivious he was to the surroundings, so she crawled up to him and stared into his glassy eyes. Videl climbed into his lap and placed her hands on each side of his face and raised his eyes to meet hers. Gohan was oblivious at first but snapped back into reality at the sight of her eyes. She stared deeply into them, a small child into a young adults, and smiled sweetly through her eyes into his.
"You can't go on like this." Videl said simply.
I blinked surprised at this remark. Here is a mere child, telling me how strong I am!
"I will go on for as long as it takes." I said staring back into her eyes, a bit harshly now.
Videl merely looked at me, and scowled. "Your friends need you! This is selfish, what are you doing." I scowled back. Then her next comment caught me off guard. "What are you thinking?"
My face calmed. "What do you mean?" I said innocently.
"Don't play games with me, Gohan! You were zombied out, you must've been thinking something!"
"..." I stared back down at my hands, but she forced my face up to hers. "I-..I was thinking about... the future battle. With Cell."
She seemed satisfied with that, because she softened her grip on my cheeks. I stared into her eyes, how I loved her eyes. They were strong, but gentle. Like my mom's. My mom's eyes... I knew Videl was a good person. But she seemed such a lie. Like she should be someone different, someone I once knew who had been remolded... like Piccolo. She is an angel, such an angel. I watched the angel as she left my lap and began tending to my friends with gentle caring strokes.
I looked back to my hands. How can I fight evil if my hands are as stained as theirs?... I can't, I can't, I can't,... then mother popped back into my mind. How I missed her, but I can never return, because she doesn't know me... doesn't know who I was,... and never will.... because I am unborne... slowly, slowly, I drifted off into slumber...
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And there was mother, at the table, preparing supper for two. The second plate remained empy, like the chair across from hers, because he was never returning. She placed a simple meal on hers, and began to eat, when a knock sounded.
Mother rose and walked across the room, pausing ever so slightly to run her fingertips over his chair, and she walked to the door. She opened it, the door being so heavy for years of work worn her weary.
It slowly opened to reveal Piccolo and Cell. Her face filled with shock, as Piccolo forced the door open the rest of the way. He threw her to the wall and sqeezed her breasts as mother screamed, as she screamed my father's dead name. This seemed to further anger Piccolo, as he ripped off her shirt, holding her arms above her head, as she thrashed and thrashed and cried out his name...
Cell watched as he laughed that sick laugh, and pulled out a kitched knife, he grabbed mother's arm and cut thin cuts with it, licking her blood from her arm.-"I love your fucking taste, you taste so fucking good, just like your husband tasted so fucking good, I loved his blood, you must taste her Piccolo, she is delicious." Mother was sobbing now, sobbing into convulsions as her voice, hoarse, gasped his name. She shook. She shook with fright all through the convulsions.
Piccolo just smirked, and knocked the food from the table, and I watched father's plate break,... along with mother's. He threw her onto the table as she tried to scream, but no sound came out... He reached between her thighs and ripped off the panties, and then shoved his head between her thighs. Mother's face was wet now, drenched in tears. And it was so pale, she seemed faded, like a ghost to me. Just a ghost. Her eyes were shadowed grey, a pale, silverish grey.
Mother gasped, trying to cry out a frightened scream, as Piccolo sucked deep. He snaked her tongue around her woman hood moaning.-"Cum you fucking whore, cum." He hissed as he continued sucking. Then he growled deeply as he greedily began lapping her up.-"You are right, she does taste so fucking good. I can see why Son Gokuh enjoyed fucking you, every night, fucking you."
Piccolo raised up and wrapped his hands around mother's neck. Strangely, she wasn't crying anymore. She stared passively at him. I will never erase the look in her eyes, she was already dead. She looked at Piccolo, she looked at him as if he was just a memory.-"Kill me, just kill me." My mother begged in a passive voice. The two intruders smirked at each other. Cell held up a ki blast, but Piccolo stopped him.-"Wait! We must preserve her body..." Cell laughed sickly in agreement as Piccolo tightened the grip around her kneck.
My mother gasped vainly, in a weak, so weak, manner. The vains in her face began protruding as her eyes began to bulge, bloodshot. Her face paled as it turned odd, unnatural colors. She raised her hands to his and dug in creating purple blooddroplets arounds her grasp. She was cold, so cold... as the last choked breath escaped her lips, and I swear I could hear my name on it... and her eyes, her placid stare, rolled into her head... and he let go, dropping her like a disease, and began licking her fucking corpse all down to her sweet, sweet left over juices... YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD I CAN SEE WHY SON GOKUH ENJOYED FUCKING-
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I woke up in a cold sweat gasping for air, sucking it in greedily. It was dark out, and I was relieved, gratious even, for the blanket of shadows. I choked back a sob as I whiped the tears away, and then I looked over to my three companions. Videl slept peacefully beside Bulma and Trunks, I could see there chests rising slowly with their breaths, so I lept into the air. To my mother's house.
I flew quickly, in a blur, and in seconds was on the doorstep. I saw the door open to a crack, and my heart quickened... to a shatter when I pushed it open.
Lying nude with cuts covering the body was mother. Her eyes, completely white, stared at me, bulging, with veins pushing against her face's skin. I slowly walked across the room to her, and clasped her hand. I didn't even notice my tears spilling, as I pressed her cold, clammy skin of her hand into my hands. I stared at her, at the placid look on her face. KILL ME, PLEASE KILL ME... she begged to die,... like me... she begged for it and now she is gone. And I never got to say...
"I am sorry mom. I am so sorry. I am always being rescued, like with Radditz, Piccolo rescued me, father rescued me from him with his life, I am always being rescued, and I can't even protect my own mother..." I began sobbing uncontrollably. "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me please, I love you, I always have, and now you are gone and I ca-can't say, I love you so much, and now I can't hold you..." I looked down from her white ghostly eyes to her cold hand "... not like this...I-I just wanted father and you to be alive, happy, and now you are both dead! I am so, so sorry," I felt rage rise to the surface, a blinding rage, "I swear mother, I will avenge your death, and father's death, I swear it on my family's name."
And what do you think it will take? I could hear Gloria's words echo throughout my mind.
"To avenge their death, and clean my family's name from this, this shame that Cell and Piccolo have brought"...that I have brought...
A/N: Heh-heh... I am getting a bit better at this story. So will Gohan really kill his mentor? And what about Bulma and Trunks? Will they die from the illness? And how about Videl? And what's up with Gloria? *I am going to reveal that soon! So find out next time!
A/N: Fanfic is giving me a bit of trouble, I am having difficulty logging in and uploading, so... but enough about that! My computer crashed and is still crashed, doing this at school computer, but enough said. I present to you the story. Another Note: if sensitive bout rape, don't read.
Chapter 5- Because I Am Unborne
Piccolo searched the mountainous area outside the city feeling Cell's ki.
"I know you're down there Cell, you can't hide forever." Piccolo thought to himself with a growl.
Finally he spotted him hiding behind the rock nursing a wound, unaware of his presence. Piccolo grinned and swooped down, landing right next to Cell. Shocked at first, Cell quickly regained composure and lept to his feet with a hiss.
"You... how dare you disturb my rest." Cell growled as he spat on the ground.
Piccolo made a disgusted face. "Look at you. You're a disgrace. Look at how you crawl in the shadows, have you no honor." Cell hissed again and moved into a deep stanze ready to attack. Piccolo smirked. "I considered your offer..." At Cell's raised brow he continued. "We would make a KILLER team, wouldn't we?" Then Piccolo's voice harshened. "And I will accept when you regain your dignity! I will NOT have a coward at my right hand."
Cell hissed again seeming agitated. "And I won't have insubordination from my right hand! NOW... one thing clear, I don't live in the shadows. But enough of this, let's celebrate."
Piccolo growled. "Insubordination..." he thought to himself as he spat to his side. "Cell is this dirt I spit on."
Cell noticed is scowl, and seemed to begin to contemplate a plan. "How about YOU choose the celebration, Namek?"
"My name is Piccolo." He corrected him, as he began to think. Cell continued,"What would please you to destroy?... Perhaps a mortal enemy?..." Gokuh immediately popped into Piccolo's mind, but he is dead with a widowed-
"We will visit Son Gokuh's home." Piccolo confirmed, and then his smirk widened. "I am sure his widow is lonely, and would appreciate the company."
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Gohan sat slumped against the tree staring at his hands, which he had scrubbed clean of blood, as Videl whiped down Bulma and Trunk's foreheads with a hot rag.
Videl paused to look at Gohan. She saw how oblivious he was to the surroundings, so she crawled up to him and stared into his glassy eyes. Videl climbed into his lap and placed her hands on each side of his face and raised his eyes to meet hers. Gohan was oblivious at first but snapped back into reality at the sight of her eyes. She stared deeply into them, a small child into a young adults, and smiled sweetly through her eyes into his.
"You can't go on like this." Videl said simply.
I blinked surprised at this remark. Here is a mere child, telling me how strong I am!
"I will go on for as long as it takes." I said staring back into her eyes, a bit harshly now.
Videl merely looked at me, and scowled. "Your friends need you! This is selfish, what are you doing." I scowled back. Then her next comment caught me off guard. "What are you thinking?"
My face calmed. "What do you mean?" I said innocently.
"Don't play games with me, Gohan! You were zombied out, you must've been thinking something!"
"..." I stared back down at my hands, but she forced my face up to hers. "I-..I was thinking about... the future battle. With Cell."
She seemed satisfied with that, because she softened her grip on my cheeks. I stared into her eyes, how I loved her eyes. They were strong, but gentle. Like my mom's. My mom's eyes... I knew Videl was a good person. But she seemed such a lie. Like she should be someone different, someone I once knew who had been remolded... like Piccolo. She is an angel, such an angel. I watched the angel as she left my lap and began tending to my friends with gentle caring strokes.
I looked back to my hands. How can I fight evil if my hands are as stained as theirs?... I can't, I can't, I can't,... then mother popped back into my mind. How I missed her, but I can never return, because she doesn't know me... doesn't know who I was,... and never will.... because I am unborne... slowly, slowly, I drifted off into slumber...
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And there was mother, at the table, preparing supper for two. The second plate remained empy, like the chair across from hers, because he was never returning. She placed a simple meal on hers, and began to eat, when a knock sounded.
Mother rose and walked across the room, pausing ever so slightly to run her fingertips over his chair, and she walked to the door. She opened it, the door being so heavy for years of work worn her weary.
It slowly opened to reveal Piccolo and Cell. Her face filled with shock, as Piccolo forced the door open the rest of the way. He threw her to the wall and sqeezed her breasts as mother screamed, as she screamed my father's dead name. This seemed to further anger Piccolo, as he ripped off her shirt, holding her arms above her head, as she thrashed and thrashed and cried out his name...
Cell watched as he laughed that sick laugh, and pulled out a kitched knife, he grabbed mother's arm and cut thin cuts with it, licking her blood from her arm.-"I love your fucking taste, you taste so fucking good, just like your husband tasted so fucking good, I loved his blood, you must taste her Piccolo, she is delicious." Mother was sobbing now, sobbing into convulsions as her voice, hoarse, gasped his name. She shook. She shook with fright all through the convulsions.
Piccolo just smirked, and knocked the food from the table, and I watched father's plate break,... along with mother's. He threw her onto the table as she tried to scream, but no sound came out... He reached between her thighs and ripped off the panties, and then shoved his head between her thighs. Mother's face was wet now, drenched in tears. And it was so pale, she seemed faded, like a ghost to me. Just a ghost. Her eyes were shadowed grey, a pale, silverish grey.
Mother gasped, trying to cry out a frightened scream, as Piccolo sucked deep. He snaked her tongue around her woman hood moaning.-"Cum you fucking whore, cum." He hissed as he continued sucking. Then he growled deeply as he greedily began lapping her up.-"You are right, she does taste so fucking good. I can see why Son Gokuh enjoyed fucking you, every night, fucking you."
Piccolo raised up and wrapped his hands around mother's neck. Strangely, she wasn't crying anymore. She stared passively at him. I will never erase the look in her eyes, she was already dead. She looked at Piccolo, she looked at him as if he was just a memory.-"Kill me, just kill me." My mother begged in a passive voice. The two intruders smirked at each other. Cell held up a ki blast, but Piccolo stopped him.-"Wait! We must preserve her body..." Cell laughed sickly in agreement as Piccolo tightened the grip around her kneck.
My mother gasped vainly, in a weak, so weak, manner. The vains in her face began protruding as her eyes began to bulge, bloodshot. Her face paled as it turned odd, unnatural colors. She raised her hands to his and dug in creating purple blooddroplets arounds her grasp. She was cold, so cold... as the last choked breath escaped her lips, and I swear I could hear my name on it... and her eyes, her placid stare, rolled into her head... and he let go, dropping her like a disease, and began licking her fucking corpse all down to her sweet, sweet left over juices... YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD I CAN SEE WHY SON GOKUH ENJOYED FUCKING-
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I woke up in a cold sweat gasping for air, sucking it in greedily. It was dark out, and I was relieved, gratious even, for the blanket of shadows. I choked back a sob as I whiped the tears away, and then I looked over to my three companions. Videl slept peacefully beside Bulma and Trunks, I could see there chests rising slowly with their breaths, so I lept into the air. To my mother's house.
I flew quickly, in a blur, and in seconds was on the doorstep. I saw the door open to a crack, and my heart quickened... to a shatter when I pushed it open.
Lying nude with cuts covering the body was mother. Her eyes, completely white, stared at me, bulging, with veins pushing against her face's skin. I slowly walked across the room to her, and clasped her hand. I didn't even notice my tears spilling, as I pressed her cold, clammy skin of her hand into my hands. I stared at her, at the placid look on her face. KILL ME, PLEASE KILL ME... she begged to die,... like me... she begged for it and now she is gone. And I never got to say...
"I am sorry mom. I am so sorry. I am always being rescued, like with Radditz, Piccolo rescued me, father rescued me from him with his life, I am always being rescued, and I can't even protect my own mother..." I began sobbing uncontrollably. "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me please, I love you, I always have, and now you are gone and I ca-can't say, I love you so much, and now I can't hold you..." I looked down from her white ghostly eyes to her cold hand "... not like this...I-I just wanted father and you to be alive, happy, and now you are both dead! I am so, so sorry," I felt rage rise to the surface, a blinding rage, "I swear mother, I will avenge your death, and father's death, I swear it on my family's name."
And what do you think it will take? I could hear Gloria's words echo throughout my mind.
"To avenge their death, and clean my family's name from this, this shame that Cell and Piccolo have brought"...that I have brought...
A/N: Heh-heh... I am getting a bit better at this story. So will Gohan really kill his mentor? And what about Bulma and Trunks? Will they die from the illness? And how about Videl? And what's up with Gloria? *I am going to reveal that soon! So find out next time!