1.1 CHAPTER 11
A/N: Warning… Citrus action in here! This is where my R-rating comes into play! If you shouldn't be reading this DON'T! Otherwise, enjoy! And, in case you forgot, I own no one but Deshee, sankyuu! =P
Gohan flew home after the bell rang, managing to avoid Videl who still bugged him about the whole Saiya-man ordeal around Satan City.
"Deshee!" he called, "Let's GOOO!"
The wolf girl jumped down the stairs returning Gohan's sinister grin. The two allies could barely stifle their wicked thoughts until Chichi came into the room, wielding a deadly wooden spoon.
"And just wheeere do you think you two are going?"
Gohan turned around slowly, an arm behind his neck, laughing nervously, "Uh, hey Mom, we're off to Krillin's house like I said yesterday--"
"Is all your homework done?"
"Yes!"
"AP Calculus?"
(A/N: AP is the advanced placement honors classes offered at the school I attend, scary stuff!!!)
"Yes!"
"AP Physics?"
"Yes!"
"AP Industrial, Technological Comprehension Course?"
"YES!!!"
Gohan grabbed Deshee's wrist and flew her out the door. Chichi scrambled outside, yelling after the airborne troublemakers, "And NO training! I don't want you home all sweaty!"
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"Son of a bitch!" Piccolo fell to the ground as his split form roundhouse kicked him in the jaw.
"You're getting weak! What's the matter, too many Deshee images in your meditations these days?" his other half seemed to be the most prideful and yet sensible at that point.
"Shut up! Wait…" Piccolo's senses picked up on Gohan and Deshee's ki signatures.
"Oh, well look who's comin' for a visit," the other spat on the ground.
Piccolo absorbed the form into his body and strode over to a river to meditate until the two approached; it would be about twenty minutes, he could tell Deshee was slowing the already slacking fighter down.
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When the two wind-beaten travelers landed Piccolo's ki had disappeared.
"Where is he?" Gohan looked around carefully, the stream rushing by him and the girl. "I swear I had his ki pinned… Hey Deshee, did we ever find your assail—AHH!"
A fist landed the Saiya-jin boy face down on the mossy soil and the half Janjin-kee screamed.
"Hey, calm down!" a voice shouted.
Gohan flew into a fighter's stance with his face covered in mud. A green man emerged from the bushes and glared at the soil covered Saiya-jin.
"Too late… You're dead."
Gohan sighed, he knew Piccolo was disappointed with his lack of ability these days because he openly showed it.
The demon's eyes fell on Deshee and he could barely manage to hide his smile as he approached her. Their secret burned in each other's eyes, both of then a bit unsure of how to react to the other. Deshee leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Piccolo's torso, familiarizing herself with his scent again.
Gohan sent the demon a telepathic message,
~Piccolo, I brought her here for you. I know you two kinda have a… Well, I told my mom she and I were gunna be at Krillin's house so I'll just kick it over there and go home later… You can keep Deshee for the night but take care of her… I'll just tell mom that 18 wanted to keep her overnight… Sorry my training has gone to hell…~
Piccolo was touched that Gohan had risked his own personal freedom and his mother's wrath just to let him see Deshee. The namek pulled away from the girl and placed a large hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Thank you." His eyes softened and he would have said more if force of habit hadn't made him a man of few words, but Gohan understood.
The boy kissed the Janjin-kee on the cheek and lifted off into the sky, "Have fun, Deshee!"
"Bless you, Gohan! Thank you!"
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A winged beast charged through the wilderness behind the Son house; her body's scent filled his nostrils. His eyes fell on Chichi, who was hanging her laundry out to dry. He lunged forward.
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Piccolo silently led Deshee to a clearing in the forest, quite a ways away from his cave in the Sahara. Huge trees shot up to the sky, almost as if they'd never end.
"You're so much better on your feet now, kid."
The girl kissed him gently and then ran off to the base of a huge oak, "I will beat you!" She smirked and started up the tree's trunk.
"A challenge, huh? Get ready to lose!" The demon began his climb on an oak of similar stature on the opposite side of a clear lake that divided the two competitors.
A chunk of wood decked Piccolo in the head and caused him to slip a good three feet. Bewildered, he met Deshee's laughter with a smirk.
"You little brat!" he chuckled.
"I will win!" she shouted as she threw another chunk that hit him square between the eyes. She was definitely gaining height on him.
"You got good aim but not enough speed!"
Deshee actually ended up beating Piccolo to the top of her tree and shelled the defeated warrior with chunks of wood and tree branches.
"Why doncha fly down from your throne, ya Harpe!"
"Can't fly! I no know how!"
Piccolo felt an evil grin creep across his face.
"Time to learn, brat! Heads up!" Piccolo fired two eye lasers at Deshee's tree, hitting the top of it two feet below the Janjin-kee's paws.
"Hah! You miss!"
The treetop began to snap and Deshee's smart-ass look turned to one of terror.
"TIMBERRRR!!!" Piccolo hollered as the girl fell into the lake with a splash.
Deshee surfaced and doggy-paddled to shore as fast as she could, the frigid water stinging her body.
Piccolo smirked and flew down from his tree, "So, dogs really can swim on their first try, eh bitch?" he chuckled.
The Janjin-kee trembled and the demon felt a little guilty. Picking her up he flew off toward his cave.
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Halfway to the Sahara Desert, Piccolo noticed Deshee was shaking even worse because of the wind.
'Hmm… guess the hot springs would warm her up faster…'
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"Are you serious?! Piccolo and a WOMAN!?!" Krillin's eyes were as big as saucers.
Gohan snickered, "I think it's awesome, he really could use the company… I mean I barely get to see him cuz of school and my mom."
"Oh boy, Chichi's a head case!"
18 sat there watching the two old friends joking around.
"Okay," she finally broke the conversation, "You want us to lie for this Deshee girl and say she's been with us when she's really been with Piccolo?"
Gohan's eyes wavered, "Piccolo loves her… I just know it. Would you want to take his joy from him?"
No one wanted to….
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Dehsee's clothes were laid out to dry in the sun while she relaxed in a steaming pool formed by a miracle of nature.
Piccolo tried his best to calm himself down as he waited for the Janjin-kee.
'Ever since I met her I just can't seem to control myself! How can a girl have this much power?!'
The demon felt like he was the slave of the half Janjin-kee, her eyes owned him, her voice made his knees buckle, and her touch made him feel…odd.
"Mr. Piccolo! I don't have stuff for wear…"
'Oops!' the Namek could have just materialized another gi with relative ease but his brain malfunctioned and he removed his cape, walking over to the girl.
"Here kid…" his voice trailed off as he noticed how her white wings glimmered with the beads of water resting on them, like diamonds on a dove's feathers.
Her back was to him and he could see the delicate curves of her shoulders down to her round hips where some rocks blocked the rest of his view. He couldn't stand it… her bronze skin gleamed as rivulets of water trickled down her body, casting a spell on him.
"D-Deshee…"
She reflexively turned at the sound of her name, accidentally exposing herself down to her navel. Crimson blush swept across her cheeks as she felt the demon's eyes take her in. Her dog-ears turned down sheepishly when Piccolo's gaze fell from her beautiful face to her generous breasts. Much to her curiosity he didn't gawk or stare like most of the guards had, he just smirked and moved his obsidian eyes down to admire her firm abdominals.
"Mr. Piccolo?"
"Oh yeah!" he broke his wandering gaze from her. "Here's my cape, make yourself comfortable! I'll be in the clearing between those trees!"
With that he dropped the white fabric on the mossy ground, turned on his heel, and left with a lilac stain on his cheeks.
When Piccolo was gone, Deshee emerged from the pool, steam rising from her body, and placed a hand on her left breast.
'Why do you pound, Heart?'
In confusion the girl wrapped herself up and wandered in the direction Piccolo had walked off in.
A/N: Warning… Citrus action in here! This is where my R-rating comes into play! If you shouldn't be reading this DON'T! Otherwise, enjoy! And, in case you forgot, I own no one but Deshee, sankyuu! =P
Gohan flew home after the bell rang, managing to avoid Videl who still bugged him about the whole Saiya-man ordeal around Satan City.
"Deshee!" he called, "Let's GOOO!"
The wolf girl jumped down the stairs returning Gohan's sinister grin. The two allies could barely stifle their wicked thoughts until Chichi came into the room, wielding a deadly wooden spoon.
"And just wheeere do you think you two are going?"
Gohan turned around slowly, an arm behind his neck, laughing nervously, "Uh, hey Mom, we're off to Krillin's house like I said yesterday--"
"Is all your homework done?"
"Yes!"
"AP Calculus?"
(A/N: AP is the advanced placement honors classes offered at the school I attend, scary stuff!!!)
"Yes!"
"AP Physics?"
"Yes!"
"AP Industrial, Technological Comprehension Course?"
"YES!!!"
Gohan grabbed Deshee's wrist and flew her out the door. Chichi scrambled outside, yelling after the airborne troublemakers, "And NO training! I don't want you home all sweaty!"
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"Son of a bitch!" Piccolo fell to the ground as his split form roundhouse kicked him in the jaw.
"You're getting weak! What's the matter, too many Deshee images in your meditations these days?" his other half seemed to be the most prideful and yet sensible at that point.
"Shut up! Wait…" Piccolo's senses picked up on Gohan and Deshee's ki signatures.
"Oh, well look who's comin' for a visit," the other spat on the ground.
Piccolo absorbed the form into his body and strode over to a river to meditate until the two approached; it would be about twenty minutes, he could tell Deshee was slowing the already slacking fighter down.
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When the two wind-beaten travelers landed Piccolo's ki had disappeared.
"Where is he?" Gohan looked around carefully, the stream rushing by him and the girl. "I swear I had his ki pinned… Hey Deshee, did we ever find your assail—AHH!"
A fist landed the Saiya-jin boy face down on the mossy soil and the half Janjin-kee screamed.
"Hey, calm down!" a voice shouted.
Gohan flew into a fighter's stance with his face covered in mud. A green man emerged from the bushes and glared at the soil covered Saiya-jin.
"Too late… You're dead."
Gohan sighed, he knew Piccolo was disappointed with his lack of ability these days because he openly showed it.
The demon's eyes fell on Deshee and he could barely manage to hide his smile as he approached her. Their secret burned in each other's eyes, both of then a bit unsure of how to react to the other. Deshee leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Piccolo's torso, familiarizing herself with his scent again.
Gohan sent the demon a telepathic message,
~Piccolo, I brought her here for you. I know you two kinda have a… Well, I told my mom she and I were gunna be at Krillin's house so I'll just kick it over there and go home later… You can keep Deshee for the night but take care of her… I'll just tell mom that 18 wanted to keep her overnight… Sorry my training has gone to hell…~
Piccolo was touched that Gohan had risked his own personal freedom and his mother's wrath just to let him see Deshee. The namek pulled away from the girl and placed a large hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Thank you." His eyes softened and he would have said more if force of habit hadn't made him a man of few words, but Gohan understood.
The boy kissed the Janjin-kee on the cheek and lifted off into the sky, "Have fun, Deshee!"
"Bless you, Gohan! Thank you!"
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A winged beast charged through the wilderness behind the Son house; her body's scent filled his nostrils. His eyes fell on Chichi, who was hanging her laundry out to dry. He lunged forward.
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Piccolo silently led Deshee to a clearing in the forest, quite a ways away from his cave in the Sahara. Huge trees shot up to the sky, almost as if they'd never end.
"You're so much better on your feet now, kid."
The girl kissed him gently and then ran off to the base of a huge oak, "I will beat you!" She smirked and started up the tree's trunk.
"A challenge, huh? Get ready to lose!" The demon began his climb on an oak of similar stature on the opposite side of a clear lake that divided the two competitors.
A chunk of wood decked Piccolo in the head and caused him to slip a good three feet. Bewildered, he met Deshee's laughter with a smirk.
"You little brat!" he chuckled.
"I will win!" she shouted as she threw another chunk that hit him square between the eyes. She was definitely gaining height on him.
"You got good aim but not enough speed!"
Deshee actually ended up beating Piccolo to the top of her tree and shelled the defeated warrior with chunks of wood and tree branches.
"Why doncha fly down from your throne, ya Harpe!"
"Can't fly! I no know how!"
Piccolo felt an evil grin creep across his face.
"Time to learn, brat! Heads up!" Piccolo fired two eye lasers at Deshee's tree, hitting the top of it two feet below the Janjin-kee's paws.
"Hah! You miss!"
The treetop began to snap and Deshee's smart-ass look turned to one of terror.
"TIMBERRRR!!!" Piccolo hollered as the girl fell into the lake with a splash.
Deshee surfaced and doggy-paddled to shore as fast as she could, the frigid water stinging her body.
Piccolo smirked and flew down from his tree, "So, dogs really can swim on their first try, eh bitch?" he chuckled.
The Janjin-kee trembled and the demon felt a little guilty. Picking her up he flew off toward his cave.
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Halfway to the Sahara Desert, Piccolo noticed Deshee was shaking even worse because of the wind.
'Hmm… guess the hot springs would warm her up faster…'
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"Are you serious?! Piccolo and a WOMAN!?!" Krillin's eyes were as big as saucers.
Gohan snickered, "I think it's awesome, he really could use the company… I mean I barely get to see him cuz of school and my mom."
"Oh boy, Chichi's a head case!"
18 sat there watching the two old friends joking around.
"Okay," she finally broke the conversation, "You want us to lie for this Deshee girl and say she's been with us when she's really been with Piccolo?"
Gohan's eyes wavered, "Piccolo loves her… I just know it. Would you want to take his joy from him?"
No one wanted to….
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Dehsee's clothes were laid out to dry in the sun while she relaxed in a steaming pool formed by a miracle of nature.
Piccolo tried his best to calm himself down as he waited for the Janjin-kee.
'Ever since I met her I just can't seem to control myself! How can a girl have this much power?!'
The demon felt like he was the slave of the half Janjin-kee, her eyes owned him, her voice made his knees buckle, and her touch made him feel…odd.
"Mr. Piccolo! I don't have stuff for wear…"
'Oops!' the Namek could have just materialized another gi with relative ease but his brain malfunctioned and he removed his cape, walking over to the girl.
"Here kid…" his voice trailed off as he noticed how her white wings glimmered with the beads of water resting on them, like diamonds on a dove's feathers.
Her back was to him and he could see the delicate curves of her shoulders down to her round hips where some rocks blocked the rest of his view. He couldn't stand it… her bronze skin gleamed as rivulets of water trickled down her body, casting a spell on him.
"D-Deshee…"
She reflexively turned at the sound of her name, accidentally exposing herself down to her navel. Crimson blush swept across her cheeks as she felt the demon's eyes take her in. Her dog-ears turned down sheepishly when Piccolo's gaze fell from her beautiful face to her generous breasts. Much to her curiosity he didn't gawk or stare like most of the guards had, he just smirked and moved his obsidian eyes down to admire her firm abdominals.
"Mr. Piccolo?"
"Oh yeah!" he broke his wandering gaze from her. "Here's my cape, make yourself comfortable! I'll be in the clearing between those trees!"
With that he dropped the white fabric on the mossy ground, turned on his heel, and left with a lilac stain on his cheeks.
When Piccolo was gone, Deshee emerged from the pool, steam rising from her body, and placed a hand on her left breast.
'Why do you pound, Heart?'
In confusion the girl wrapped herself up and wandered in the direction Piccolo had walked off in.