CHAPTER 5
Upstairs Chichi left Deshee in a warm bath to soothe her aching muscles and get rid of that "slave stench" she carried. The young girl had opened up immediately to Gohan's mother, being able to connect easily with another female.
Chichi learned all about the life Deshee had lived up until the present as she shampooed and lathered up the chatty girl. After about ten minutes Chichi returned with fresh towels to help dry off the clean Janjin- kee. Wrapping a dry towel around the girl, Chichi went to work on drying Deshee's short, gold hair.
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Piccolo took a sip of water from his canteen, enjoying a break from his sparring session with Gohan.
"That Janjin-kee's pretty hot, Pic! I'm surprised you haven't claimed her as your own yet!"
"Well," Piccolo snorted, "If you like her so much, why don't you claim the wench?"
"I sure would if I wasn't stuck on my studies…and…this…girl I know."
Piccolo raised a brow ridge, "School's making you soft headed and weak! You can barely hold your own against me!"
"Well…Some things are more important than fighting…"
Piccolo growled, annoyed, and began to meditate.
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After a couple hours Deshee descended the stairs, clutching the rail on the wall for dear life. She wore a simple, long, green dress, decorated with emerald colored dragons imprinted all over the silky fabric. Slits up to her thighs revealed beautifully sculpted legs and small puppy paws shoved into thin, black, thong sandals. Green eye shadow illuminated her odd eyes and complimented her dress while her hair bounced in a curled- under style, bobbed.
Piccolo and Gohan looked up as the Janjin-kee fought to stay on her feet. The demon couldn't keep his eyes off of her, even though he tried. As the girl met the demon's eyes she was suddenly self-conscious, afraid of the way the dress was hugging her gorgeous curves, and thus lost her balance.
Piccolo caught her as she crashed into him, her ample bust pressing against his chest for a second. She was embarrassed, he could tell, and he tried to hide his own violet tinted cheeks from her as she planted her feet again. Piccolo brushed a chunk of hair out of Deshee's eyes and set her up on strong legs.
"We ready to go?" the demon asked, easily forgetting his encounter with Deshee.
Upstairs Chichi left Deshee in a warm bath to soothe her aching muscles and get rid of that "slave stench" she carried. The young girl had opened up immediately to Gohan's mother, being able to connect easily with another female.
Chichi learned all about the life Deshee had lived up until the present as she shampooed and lathered up the chatty girl. After about ten minutes Chichi returned with fresh towels to help dry off the clean Janjin- kee. Wrapping a dry towel around the girl, Chichi went to work on drying Deshee's short, gold hair.
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Piccolo took a sip of water from his canteen, enjoying a break from his sparring session with Gohan.
"That Janjin-kee's pretty hot, Pic! I'm surprised you haven't claimed her as your own yet!"
"Well," Piccolo snorted, "If you like her so much, why don't you claim the wench?"
"I sure would if I wasn't stuck on my studies…and…this…girl I know."
Piccolo raised a brow ridge, "School's making you soft headed and weak! You can barely hold your own against me!"
"Well…Some things are more important than fighting…"
Piccolo growled, annoyed, and began to meditate.
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After a couple hours Deshee descended the stairs, clutching the rail on the wall for dear life. She wore a simple, long, green dress, decorated with emerald colored dragons imprinted all over the silky fabric. Slits up to her thighs revealed beautifully sculpted legs and small puppy paws shoved into thin, black, thong sandals. Green eye shadow illuminated her odd eyes and complimented her dress while her hair bounced in a curled- under style, bobbed.
Piccolo and Gohan looked up as the Janjin-kee fought to stay on her feet. The demon couldn't keep his eyes off of her, even though he tried. As the girl met the demon's eyes she was suddenly self-conscious, afraid of the way the dress was hugging her gorgeous curves, and thus lost her balance.
Piccolo caught her as she crashed into him, her ample bust pressing against his chest for a second. She was embarrassed, he could tell, and he tried to hide his own violet tinted cheeks from her as she planted her feet again. Piccolo brushed a chunk of hair out of Deshee's eyes and set her up on strong legs.
"We ready to go?" the demon asked, easily forgetting his encounter with Deshee.