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borrowing them for my fanfic. I can only dream of owning them, so please
don't sue. I am poor with nothing you would like.
A/N: I have contemplated upgrading my rating from a pg-13 to an r due to a past chapter, and I have decided to do so at the suggestion as a fan as well. Now, on with the show!
Chapter 7- Killing My Reflection
I landed on the mountain which held the mysterious ki and immediately began searching for him. I tried my hardest to concentrate on it, trying to place who it belonged to... it seemed so familiar... then my eyes fell on the ki's owner- Piccolo!
I gasped for a second, catching my breath, but then I remembered my mother- my blood instantly boiled. Piccolo just grinned and stepped to the side revealing Cell behind him. He seemed to have chosen to let Cell fight first.
Cell hissed at me, remembering the fight before. "So you have decided to return, boy." He then laughed sickly. "How unfortunate... your under- evolved mind can not conceive that I am perfect and you are therefore disposable."
I just smirked, remembering the serum in my pocket. All I have to do is get him to ingest it, and then-
But before I could think Piccolo had lunged at me with a punch. I quickly dogged it- what is going on? I was going to fight Cell!
Piccolo spun behind me and thrusted a back-kick into me. It collided deep into my ribs. I fell to the stony mountain floor gasping for air, the wind nocked out of my lungs. I clutched my side feeling the environment inside of my head spinning. Piccolo wasn't this strong, he isn't stronger than me. What is going on?- I could then hear Gloria inside of my mind whispering telepathically "This isn't your world, you were never born. Piccolo is the strongest in this world- Cell second."
My mind slowly began to clear as Piccolo's laugh rumbled over me. I climbed to my feet to face him. He smirked sickly. I began taking in my surroundings searching for an advantage: I was on a high mountain, over the edge are sharp, deadly stones, and there are a few trees towards the center of the mountain with a pit in the middle of them. How can I use this to my advantage? I know this mountain from my world.
I didn't have much time to think when Piccolo advanced on me with a flury of punches. I dodged each of them and round-house kicked him in his back. Piccolo grunted, flying towards the woods. He spun around to face me as I came towards him full speed. Piccolo erected his body ready to catch whatever I may throw at him, but to his disappointment I lunged at his feet sliding beneath him.
Piccolo turned in shock, curious as to what I was doing, but all he saw was my shadow moving into the thin woods.
Piccolo chuckled a bit. "So you won't to play hide-and-seek? I have no time for your childish games, but as you wish." He began walking towards the woods. "Suppressing your ki won't save you... It merely delays the inevitable."
I pressed my back against the tree as I stared down from its top, hidden in its leaves. I watched as Piccolo slowly wondered into the woods searching cautiously. My eyes wondered from him to the pit... and I gently tossed a stick into it.
The stick hit the pits side and began skipping down it, causing chimes to echo off of the stones. Piccolo's head snapped towards the pit, and a smile spread over his lips. He began his trip towards the pit, gliding easily over the ground.
As he grew closer and closer...my muscles tightened with anticipation. Closer...closer... NOW!! I lept from the tree as he stepped to the ledge and tackled him from behind. Piccolo grunted loudly, the air being knocked from his lungs. Then he screamed- a gasped, forced, chocked scream from the lack of air- as he began to fall down into the pit, me with him.
Our bodies lashed against the sides of the rocks. Piccolo fought hard trying to free his grip and fly away, but I wouldn't let him. I dug my fingers deep into his eye socket focusing on causing him as much pain as he could- like the pain I felt from the rocks digging into my skin!
We began to fall faster as we were knocked into the center of the pit, now we just free fell...deeper and deeper into the abyss. But still I wouldn't let him free from my grip. Not until we hit the bottom.
"ARE YOU CRAZY BOY! THIS PIT GOES ALMOST TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!" Piccolo shrieked trying to break free.
Almost, I thought, It almost goes there. I can survive a little heat. I then proceeded to thrust my fingers into his eye socket deeper. The feel of his warm blood sent chills down my spine, a little deeper, a little fucking deeper, until you can SMELL his blood.
"Now you will only be able to see my mother's fucking clit in your dreams." I spat venomously into his ear.
With that, Piccolo shrieked again and broke his arm free. He opened his hand, revealing his sharp claws, and he dug it deep into my gut. I bellowed, feeling his fingers slowly digging for my stomach.
I then thought to myself, Do unto others as they have done unto you, so I pulled my fingers out of his eye, hanging onto his arm with my other hand. With my free hand, I waited for him to open his mouth.
It wasn't long before he did, he didn't even get a word out. I shoved my hand into his mouth and down his esophagus, and then grabbed hold of his tongue. I jerked it- hard- ripping it from his mouth. Piccolo could only gag choking on his blood, gasping for air.
I grinned as shivers of pleasure rushed through me while gurgling sounds continued to rise from his mouth. The blood flowed freely from his lips... it seemed so true, so honest, to have vile liquids flowing from his lips.
I then said in a low, bitter voice, "Now you can only lick her fucking clit in your dreams, you fucking bitch, you bakayarou. How does it feel? To have the taste of blood instead of fucking cum? WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING GO?"
I felt the words flow from my lips, without any thought or plan. "You're not Piccolo, he would never do such a thing. He would never treat me like you do."
It was then that a deeper gurgle came from the back of his throat, and it sounded like he tried to say "You're not Gohan, he would never treat me like you do" But I can't be sure, he could've been trying to scream or just gasping for air.
In his dreams, only in his dreams now can he... then I felt the desire to rip out his brains, but I didn't even have the chance.
Without warning, without my consent, we collided with the floor. A deafening crash rattled the walls as the earth sank in a bit to for a crator, luckily I landed on top. I blinked a bit at first, as I looked down to see Piccolo buried deep into the earth, with his cranium split open allowing his brains to ooze freely onto the ground.
I rose and stood over him, superior in this battle. A state of ecstasy washed over me- my mother half way avenged, Bulma too, and the others... my father as well.
But then the ecstasy left me, and a deep stab entered my heart. I couldn't figure out why, but then I realized. I stared down at my victim, Piccolo's eyes stared back to me with bloody socket, empty. He just stared at me, accusing me. Like I just did some horrible crime to him when he is the bad guy! I looked down at my hands, his blood covered them imbedded deep into the crevices of my palms. So how do you feel now? Deep down, I felt myself tremble.
The sharp smell of his blood, the coppery stench which filled this hole. He seemed so peaceful... as peaceful as a riot in the streets. His face so twisted in agony, eyes so placid and clear- like a mirror, I could see myself in them, lose myself in them, cast into it my shadow... I blinked and realized that his eyes were gouged out. Only empty, blood-soaked sockets filled his eyes... completely void,- a perfect reflection.
I turned and looked up, far away above me I could see a light at the end of this tunnel, but the climb is so great even if I fly. And in my head I could still see my stained palms. How can I fly when my shadow is lying on the ground dead behind me? How many more will die because of me?
I counted them easily: Piccolo, the Cell of my time- I remembered how Gloria revived him just so I could kill him, my father, my mother- whom I couldn't protect, Bulma- then I caught myself... I didn't kill her, I didn't, I didn't, no...
The guilt began to bury me as I fell to the ground and dropped my head from the light. How can I climb from here if I can't even stand? I began thinking of Cell and Piccolo, how it felt so good to see them bleed... like I am bleeding inside of me. I am too connected to them to slip away, I am just as stained as they are- I held up my bloody palms to stare at them. I let it burn itself into my mind- a reminder of what I am now. Father,... I am sorry... look at your son now! LOOK at your fucking son RIGHT NOW.
Videl moved her way through the forest slowly picking the webs off of her clothes. She looked up once more at the mountains... and sighed. Which one is it? I can't remember. A deep sense of despair sunk into her as she realized she was lost.
"I am totally lost." She said plopping down.
It was then that a presence washed over her, and she looked up to see a beautiful woman standing before her.
"Who are you? What are you?" she asked amazed.
"My name is Gloria and I am an angel." She said sweetly. "And I am going to help you find Gohan."
Videl stood up cautiously. "How do you know him, and why do you care."
"I mean no harm. I am merely a friend of his, and I know him. I know he needs you now. Will you go to him now?"
Videl looked at her, worried. Gohan needs me? She thought. "Lead the way." Now is my chance to repay him for saving me, for not being a good nurse for his friends...
A/N: Am I not demented? So, you see I have no fear of killing off characters, only four are left: Cell, Gohan, Videl, and Gloria. Now only a few questions remain: what will become of Gohan, is he turning evil? And will Cell live? And finally, what will happen to Videl and Gloria? Can Gohan protect Videl- does he even want to anymore! Find out.
A/N: I have contemplated upgrading my rating from a pg-13 to an r due to a past chapter, and I have decided to do so at the suggestion as a fan as well. Now, on with the show!
Chapter 7- Killing My Reflection
I landed on the mountain which held the mysterious ki and immediately began searching for him. I tried my hardest to concentrate on it, trying to place who it belonged to... it seemed so familiar... then my eyes fell on the ki's owner- Piccolo!
I gasped for a second, catching my breath, but then I remembered my mother- my blood instantly boiled. Piccolo just grinned and stepped to the side revealing Cell behind him. He seemed to have chosen to let Cell fight first.
Cell hissed at me, remembering the fight before. "So you have decided to return, boy." He then laughed sickly. "How unfortunate... your under- evolved mind can not conceive that I am perfect and you are therefore disposable."
I just smirked, remembering the serum in my pocket. All I have to do is get him to ingest it, and then-
But before I could think Piccolo had lunged at me with a punch. I quickly dogged it- what is going on? I was going to fight Cell!
Piccolo spun behind me and thrusted a back-kick into me. It collided deep into my ribs. I fell to the stony mountain floor gasping for air, the wind nocked out of my lungs. I clutched my side feeling the environment inside of my head spinning. Piccolo wasn't this strong, he isn't stronger than me. What is going on?- I could then hear Gloria inside of my mind whispering telepathically "This isn't your world, you were never born. Piccolo is the strongest in this world- Cell second."
My mind slowly began to clear as Piccolo's laugh rumbled over me. I climbed to my feet to face him. He smirked sickly. I began taking in my surroundings searching for an advantage: I was on a high mountain, over the edge are sharp, deadly stones, and there are a few trees towards the center of the mountain with a pit in the middle of them. How can I use this to my advantage? I know this mountain from my world.
I didn't have much time to think when Piccolo advanced on me with a flury of punches. I dodged each of them and round-house kicked him in his back. Piccolo grunted, flying towards the woods. He spun around to face me as I came towards him full speed. Piccolo erected his body ready to catch whatever I may throw at him, but to his disappointment I lunged at his feet sliding beneath him.
Piccolo turned in shock, curious as to what I was doing, but all he saw was my shadow moving into the thin woods.
Piccolo chuckled a bit. "So you won't to play hide-and-seek? I have no time for your childish games, but as you wish." He began walking towards the woods. "Suppressing your ki won't save you... It merely delays the inevitable."
I pressed my back against the tree as I stared down from its top, hidden in its leaves. I watched as Piccolo slowly wondered into the woods searching cautiously. My eyes wondered from him to the pit... and I gently tossed a stick into it.
The stick hit the pits side and began skipping down it, causing chimes to echo off of the stones. Piccolo's head snapped towards the pit, and a smile spread over his lips. He began his trip towards the pit, gliding easily over the ground.
As he grew closer and closer...my muscles tightened with anticipation. Closer...closer... NOW!! I lept from the tree as he stepped to the ledge and tackled him from behind. Piccolo grunted loudly, the air being knocked from his lungs. Then he screamed- a gasped, forced, chocked scream from the lack of air- as he began to fall down into the pit, me with him.
Our bodies lashed against the sides of the rocks. Piccolo fought hard trying to free his grip and fly away, but I wouldn't let him. I dug my fingers deep into his eye socket focusing on causing him as much pain as he could- like the pain I felt from the rocks digging into my skin!
We began to fall faster as we were knocked into the center of the pit, now we just free fell...deeper and deeper into the abyss. But still I wouldn't let him free from my grip. Not until we hit the bottom.
"ARE YOU CRAZY BOY! THIS PIT GOES ALMOST TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!" Piccolo shrieked trying to break free.
Almost, I thought, It almost goes there. I can survive a little heat. I then proceeded to thrust my fingers into his eye socket deeper. The feel of his warm blood sent chills down my spine, a little deeper, a little fucking deeper, until you can SMELL his blood.
"Now you will only be able to see my mother's fucking clit in your dreams." I spat venomously into his ear.
With that, Piccolo shrieked again and broke his arm free. He opened his hand, revealing his sharp claws, and he dug it deep into my gut. I bellowed, feeling his fingers slowly digging for my stomach.
I then thought to myself, Do unto others as they have done unto you, so I pulled my fingers out of his eye, hanging onto his arm with my other hand. With my free hand, I waited for him to open his mouth.
It wasn't long before he did, he didn't even get a word out. I shoved my hand into his mouth and down his esophagus, and then grabbed hold of his tongue. I jerked it- hard- ripping it from his mouth. Piccolo could only gag choking on his blood, gasping for air.
I grinned as shivers of pleasure rushed through me while gurgling sounds continued to rise from his mouth. The blood flowed freely from his lips... it seemed so true, so honest, to have vile liquids flowing from his lips.
I then said in a low, bitter voice, "Now you can only lick her fucking clit in your dreams, you fucking bitch, you bakayarou. How does it feel? To have the taste of blood instead of fucking cum? WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING GO?"
I felt the words flow from my lips, without any thought or plan. "You're not Piccolo, he would never do such a thing. He would never treat me like you do."
It was then that a deeper gurgle came from the back of his throat, and it sounded like he tried to say "You're not Gohan, he would never treat me like you do" But I can't be sure, he could've been trying to scream or just gasping for air.
In his dreams, only in his dreams now can he... then I felt the desire to rip out his brains, but I didn't even have the chance.
Without warning, without my consent, we collided with the floor. A deafening crash rattled the walls as the earth sank in a bit to for a crator, luckily I landed on top. I blinked a bit at first, as I looked down to see Piccolo buried deep into the earth, with his cranium split open allowing his brains to ooze freely onto the ground.
I rose and stood over him, superior in this battle. A state of ecstasy washed over me- my mother half way avenged, Bulma too, and the others... my father as well.
But then the ecstasy left me, and a deep stab entered my heart. I couldn't figure out why, but then I realized. I stared down at my victim, Piccolo's eyes stared back to me with bloody socket, empty. He just stared at me, accusing me. Like I just did some horrible crime to him when he is the bad guy! I looked down at my hands, his blood covered them imbedded deep into the crevices of my palms. So how do you feel now? Deep down, I felt myself tremble.
The sharp smell of his blood, the coppery stench which filled this hole. He seemed so peaceful... as peaceful as a riot in the streets. His face so twisted in agony, eyes so placid and clear- like a mirror, I could see myself in them, lose myself in them, cast into it my shadow... I blinked and realized that his eyes were gouged out. Only empty, blood-soaked sockets filled his eyes... completely void,- a perfect reflection.
I turned and looked up, far away above me I could see a light at the end of this tunnel, but the climb is so great even if I fly. And in my head I could still see my stained palms. How can I fly when my shadow is lying on the ground dead behind me? How many more will die because of me?
I counted them easily: Piccolo, the Cell of my time- I remembered how Gloria revived him just so I could kill him, my father, my mother- whom I couldn't protect, Bulma- then I caught myself... I didn't kill her, I didn't, I didn't, no...
The guilt began to bury me as I fell to the ground and dropped my head from the light. How can I climb from here if I can't even stand? I began thinking of Cell and Piccolo, how it felt so good to see them bleed... like I am bleeding inside of me. I am too connected to them to slip away, I am just as stained as they are- I held up my bloody palms to stare at them. I let it burn itself into my mind- a reminder of what I am now. Father,... I am sorry... look at your son now! LOOK at your fucking son RIGHT NOW.
Videl moved her way through the forest slowly picking the webs off of her clothes. She looked up once more at the mountains... and sighed. Which one is it? I can't remember. A deep sense of despair sunk into her as she realized she was lost.
"I am totally lost." She said plopping down.
It was then that a presence washed over her, and she looked up to see a beautiful woman standing before her.
"Who are you? What are you?" she asked amazed.
"My name is Gloria and I am an angel." She said sweetly. "And I am going to help you find Gohan."
Videl stood up cautiously. "How do you know him, and why do you care."
"I mean no harm. I am merely a friend of his, and I know him. I know he needs you now. Will you go to him now?"
Videl looked at her, worried. Gohan needs me? She thought. "Lead the way." Now is my chance to repay him for saving me, for not being a good nurse for his friends...
A/N: Am I not demented? So, you see I have no fear of killing off characters, only four are left: Cell, Gohan, Videl, and Gloria. Now only a few questions remain: what will become of Gohan, is he turning evil? And will Cell live? And finally, what will happen to Videl and Gloria? Can Gohan protect Videl- does he even want to anymore! Find out.