1.1.1 CHAPTER 12
Chichi screamed as a twelve-foot tall beast approached her, claws protruding from large paws.
Goten had just arrived home from a camping trip with Trunks when he heard his mother cry out. The little seven-year old ran to the backyard to see his mother lift the wooden pole from her clothesline out of the ground and drive it into her offender's eye.
Turning on it heels in pain, the beast scampered off. Chichi passed out.
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Piccolo rested by the base of a large redwood tree. Since Deshee had been coming to his mind so often his body actually needed to sleep and rejuvenate.
Someone's head rested on his knee and the demon opened his eyes to see his mind's captor in a light sleep. Her face looked so peaceful as she lay there under his cape and he placed a warm hand on her back.
'How are you capable of such control, lil' slave? I've never felt so… peaceful…'
Piccolo knew it wasn't in his nature to relax, his whole reason for living was to fight and become stronger. Ever since he was born his father's ideals had been seared into his brain: conquer, excel, fight! It was by Fate alone that his heart had been changed by Gohan's friendship so now he trained and fought for good; never ending his relentless pursuit of more personal power and achievement.
Now Deshee stood in the way, in the way of all his original goals and rituals! She defied all the laws of order and strict discipline he knew and left him in internal chaos. And, now that she had slowly destroyed his scheduled lifestyle, he needed her there, if she left he wouldn't have someone to blame this chaos on, he'd be alone.
Somehow this blame on Deshee for ruining his life had transferred and shaped itself into love and honest thanks for saving from a life that could have otherwise destroyed his soul.
Being a bit daring and unsure, Piccolo moved his hand under the cape and ran it over the soft skin of Deshee's back, her feathers tickling his large fingers. Deshee made an odd purring noise as she opened her different colored eyes, smiling at the demon's warm touch.
"Can I?" he asked when his other hand clutched the white cloak.
Deshee giggled, "Okay…"
He pulled the cloth away from her and placed her in his lap, her head resting against his chest. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her downy hair, letting his hands run freely over her silky skin.
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"Thanks so much you guys!" Gohan smiled and waved to Krillin and 18 as he flew off, the sun was beginning to set.
'Now I gotta get home and finish off Deshee's false story… I wonder, I could leave earlier the mornings I have school, drop Deshee off with Piccolo, and then just pick her up afterward… I'll just tell Mom I'm taking Deshee to school with me… Or… I could just teach her to fly…'
Gohan was one of those kind souls who enjoyed making others happy, even if it meant defying his mother.
Chichi screamed as a twelve-foot tall beast approached her, claws protruding from large paws.
Goten had just arrived home from a camping trip with Trunks when he heard his mother cry out. The little seven-year old ran to the backyard to see his mother lift the wooden pole from her clothesline out of the ground and drive it into her offender's eye.
Turning on it heels in pain, the beast scampered off. Chichi passed out.
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Piccolo rested by the base of a large redwood tree. Since Deshee had been coming to his mind so often his body actually needed to sleep and rejuvenate.
Someone's head rested on his knee and the demon opened his eyes to see his mind's captor in a light sleep. Her face looked so peaceful as she lay there under his cape and he placed a warm hand on her back.
'How are you capable of such control, lil' slave? I've never felt so… peaceful…'
Piccolo knew it wasn't in his nature to relax, his whole reason for living was to fight and become stronger. Ever since he was born his father's ideals had been seared into his brain: conquer, excel, fight! It was by Fate alone that his heart had been changed by Gohan's friendship so now he trained and fought for good; never ending his relentless pursuit of more personal power and achievement.
Now Deshee stood in the way, in the way of all his original goals and rituals! She defied all the laws of order and strict discipline he knew and left him in internal chaos. And, now that she had slowly destroyed his scheduled lifestyle, he needed her there, if she left he wouldn't have someone to blame this chaos on, he'd be alone.
Somehow this blame on Deshee for ruining his life had transferred and shaped itself into love and honest thanks for saving from a life that could have otherwise destroyed his soul.
Being a bit daring and unsure, Piccolo moved his hand under the cape and ran it over the soft skin of Deshee's back, her feathers tickling his large fingers. Deshee made an odd purring noise as she opened her different colored eyes, smiling at the demon's warm touch.
"Can I?" he asked when his other hand clutched the white cloak.
Deshee giggled, "Okay…"
He pulled the cloth away from her and placed her in his lap, her head resting against his chest. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her downy hair, letting his hands run freely over her silky skin.
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"Thanks so much you guys!" Gohan smiled and waved to Krillin and 18 as he flew off, the sun was beginning to set.
'Now I gotta get home and finish off Deshee's false story… I wonder, I could leave earlier the mornings I have school, drop Deshee off with Piccolo, and then just pick her up afterward… I'll just tell Mom I'm taking Deshee to school with me… Or… I could just teach her to fly…'
Gohan was one of those kind souls who enjoyed making others happy, even if it meant defying his mother.