CHAPTER 24
Author's Note: I would like to apologize for not updating sooner. Times have been really tough lately..my grandfather passed away after a month of suffering and barely hanging on. I am also in the midst of losing a very dear friend of mine, Arthur Sugarman, who has been like a second grandfather to me. I apologize to those I have hurt with my angry words (Jay-chan specifically); since this is my first time dealing with death, and it's hitting me two times at once, I would like you to know that I realize that my behavior, despite the circumstances, needs to improve. If I ever feel alone like that..I won't turn on the ones I love....I'll reach out because I love you all so much. Please, read and review, this is in honor of the man I have lost, the man I will lose, and the good times I could have had if I had reached out....I was naïve but I have learned.
Author Warning: Heavy lemonade (not a full-on lemon, but the next best thing)!!!!!
Everyone remained silent for a few seconds. Smoke rose off of the carcass that was once a living powerhouse for the most despised enemy the Z warriors had ever faced. Vegeta was the first one to come out of his momentary state of stupefaction.
"We.We did it! We really did it!!!"
Deshee glomped onto Piccolo and Lord Raye-don couldn't help but smile at the fruits of their efforts. It was really over.
Gohan was elated and jumped up and down until a glare from Vegeta forced him to act more "manly;" so, he just stood there with a peace sign and a big grin.
It was Piccolo who let out a loud, masculine yawn that caused all of the warriors to jump into fighter stances.
Piccolo looked confused for a moment, "Uh...Sorry."
Deshee smiled softly, her eyelids a bit droopy as well, "I think we should get sleep for tomorrow."
Gohan rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, the army will be here by morning, I bet. Plus, I don't want to leave Trunks, Goten, and Bulma alone any longer than we have to!"
Vegeta nodded in agreement, "Well, someone needs to guard our precious proof of this pseudo-god. We'll sure as Hell need his body tomorrow and I don't want some dumb animals nibbling on it and degrading our work."
Yamcha took a bold step forward; "I'll do it."
Krillin began to protest but Yamcha shook his head, "You have family to look after, bud. I bet 18 and Marron are worried sick about you."
Tien walked over to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder, "Be careful, Yamcha.... If we find out that a rabbit gnawed your face off in your sleep, we'll never let you live it down!"
All of the fighters broke out into a fit of laughter. Even Tetsi managed a smile.
Finally, everyone excluding Yamcha headed back to the overpopulated Son household.
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As the warriors entered the house, there was a mad eruption of hugs, kisses, and various exclamations of relief.
Krillin was wrapped from head to foot by 18; his daughter clinging to his back like a barnacle. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed as Bulma covered his face with kisses. He shot death glares to anyone who dared to snicker. Piccolo was carrying Deshee upstairs, hoping to get away unnoticed. It was Lord Raye-don who caught them.
"Try and rest, you two," he smirked. "You'll need that energy for tomorrow!"
Piccolo turned ten shades of purple before booking his booty upstairs before anyone else could harass him and his lover.
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Yamcha let out a big yawn as he made himself as comfortable as he could on the mossy ground beneath his strong body. In mere moments, he was in a blissful sleep.
On the opposite side of Yamcha was the massive carcass of the once all-powerful Metshius. The moonlight shone on the various humps and dips of his body. One of these reflections of light bent oddly. An arm moved.
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Piccolo groaned as he tasted Deshee's sweetness and her moans did little to ease the pain of his throbbing member. His skillful tongue darted into her opening and up over her slick folds, taking in her texture and her taste. His lips closed over her erect clit and a cry tore from the Janjin-kee's lips.
"God...Piccolo!!!"
The namek himself couldn't help but whimper; who was he torturing here, Deshee or himself?
The girl's legs began to shake as her peak neared. The pleasure was incredible; so strong and yet gentle enough for her to take in full. Piccolo pulled away for a brief moment to catch his breath.
'Kami-sama....how am *I* going to survive this?!' he thought as he gulped in another lungful of air before returning to his mate's eager recesses.
Piccolo delved into her wetness and drank her in until he felt the final shudder of her ravaged body, followed by a cry of pure ecstasy. He placed feather light kisses along her folds, licking his lips as he went, and massaged her thighs. Finally raising his head, he smiled at the sweat- soaked Janjin-kee before whispering his needs into her ear.
The namek was surprised to find himself flipped onto his back with Deshee on top. The girl giggled before darting under the covers. Piccolo's firm lips parted as he cried out, feeling the wetness of Deshee's mouth around him. He was a prisoner with no hopes of surviving this onslaught of pleasure....but he wasn't complaining.
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Razor sharp claws pierced through Yamcha's skull as he lay sleeping and completely unaware. Blood spurted in random directions as the lethal talons withdrew from their victim's head.
Dark eyes scanned the area before a sharp nose picked up the desired scent.
"Won't they be surprised...."
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A silent spell was cast by the invader outside the Son home; it had taken him a few hours to get there considering the damage done to his body by the Makankosappou he'd been screwed by earlier.
Completely undetected, the evil god stole into the house and his sensitive nose met an awful stench.....sex. It didn't take him long to realize WHO had committed the offending crime and he thundered up the stairs to punish the criminals.
A/N: Uh oh, there's a bad moon on the rise! What's this? I thought he was DEAD?! How is this even possible? You'll just have to review and find out next update! I'll try to hurry that chapter along! I think I'm on to something BIG here! ...Also, thanks for understanding the circumstances I'm under now....In the words of Abraham Lincoln "....this too shall pass...."
Author's Note: I would like to apologize for not updating sooner. Times have been really tough lately..my grandfather passed away after a month of suffering and barely hanging on. I am also in the midst of losing a very dear friend of mine, Arthur Sugarman, who has been like a second grandfather to me. I apologize to those I have hurt with my angry words (Jay-chan specifically); since this is my first time dealing with death, and it's hitting me two times at once, I would like you to know that I realize that my behavior, despite the circumstances, needs to improve. If I ever feel alone like that..I won't turn on the ones I love....I'll reach out because I love you all so much. Please, read and review, this is in honor of the man I have lost, the man I will lose, and the good times I could have had if I had reached out....I was naïve but I have learned.
Author Warning: Heavy lemonade (not a full-on lemon, but the next best thing)!!!!!
Everyone remained silent for a few seconds. Smoke rose off of the carcass that was once a living powerhouse for the most despised enemy the Z warriors had ever faced. Vegeta was the first one to come out of his momentary state of stupefaction.
"We.We did it! We really did it!!!"
Deshee glomped onto Piccolo and Lord Raye-don couldn't help but smile at the fruits of their efforts. It was really over.
Gohan was elated and jumped up and down until a glare from Vegeta forced him to act more "manly;" so, he just stood there with a peace sign and a big grin.
It was Piccolo who let out a loud, masculine yawn that caused all of the warriors to jump into fighter stances.
Piccolo looked confused for a moment, "Uh...Sorry."
Deshee smiled softly, her eyelids a bit droopy as well, "I think we should get sleep for tomorrow."
Gohan rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, the army will be here by morning, I bet. Plus, I don't want to leave Trunks, Goten, and Bulma alone any longer than we have to!"
Vegeta nodded in agreement, "Well, someone needs to guard our precious proof of this pseudo-god. We'll sure as Hell need his body tomorrow and I don't want some dumb animals nibbling on it and degrading our work."
Yamcha took a bold step forward; "I'll do it."
Krillin began to protest but Yamcha shook his head, "You have family to look after, bud. I bet 18 and Marron are worried sick about you."
Tien walked over to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder, "Be careful, Yamcha.... If we find out that a rabbit gnawed your face off in your sleep, we'll never let you live it down!"
All of the fighters broke out into a fit of laughter. Even Tetsi managed a smile.
Finally, everyone excluding Yamcha headed back to the overpopulated Son household.
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As the warriors entered the house, there was a mad eruption of hugs, kisses, and various exclamations of relief.
Krillin was wrapped from head to foot by 18; his daughter clinging to his back like a barnacle. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed as Bulma covered his face with kisses. He shot death glares to anyone who dared to snicker. Piccolo was carrying Deshee upstairs, hoping to get away unnoticed. It was Lord Raye-don who caught them.
"Try and rest, you two," he smirked. "You'll need that energy for tomorrow!"
Piccolo turned ten shades of purple before booking his booty upstairs before anyone else could harass him and his lover.
************************************************************************
Yamcha let out a big yawn as he made himself as comfortable as he could on the mossy ground beneath his strong body. In mere moments, he was in a blissful sleep.
On the opposite side of Yamcha was the massive carcass of the once all-powerful Metshius. The moonlight shone on the various humps and dips of his body. One of these reflections of light bent oddly. An arm moved.
************************************************************************
Piccolo groaned as he tasted Deshee's sweetness and her moans did little to ease the pain of his throbbing member. His skillful tongue darted into her opening and up over her slick folds, taking in her texture and her taste. His lips closed over her erect clit and a cry tore from the Janjin-kee's lips.
"God...Piccolo!!!"
The namek himself couldn't help but whimper; who was he torturing here, Deshee or himself?
The girl's legs began to shake as her peak neared. The pleasure was incredible; so strong and yet gentle enough for her to take in full. Piccolo pulled away for a brief moment to catch his breath.
'Kami-sama....how am *I* going to survive this?!' he thought as he gulped in another lungful of air before returning to his mate's eager recesses.
Piccolo delved into her wetness and drank her in until he felt the final shudder of her ravaged body, followed by a cry of pure ecstasy. He placed feather light kisses along her folds, licking his lips as he went, and massaged her thighs. Finally raising his head, he smiled at the sweat- soaked Janjin-kee before whispering his needs into her ear.
The namek was surprised to find himself flipped onto his back with Deshee on top. The girl giggled before darting under the covers. Piccolo's firm lips parted as he cried out, feeling the wetness of Deshee's mouth around him. He was a prisoner with no hopes of surviving this onslaught of pleasure....but he wasn't complaining.
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Razor sharp claws pierced through Yamcha's skull as he lay sleeping and completely unaware. Blood spurted in random directions as the lethal talons withdrew from their victim's head.
Dark eyes scanned the area before a sharp nose picked up the desired scent.
"Won't they be surprised...."
************************************************************************
A silent spell was cast by the invader outside the Son home; it had taken him a few hours to get there considering the damage done to his body by the Makankosappou he'd been screwed by earlier.
Completely undetected, the evil god stole into the house and his sensitive nose met an awful stench.....sex. It didn't take him long to realize WHO had committed the offending crime and he thundered up the stairs to punish the criminals.
A/N: Uh oh, there's a bad moon on the rise! What's this? I thought he was DEAD?! How is this even possible? You'll just have to review and find out next update! I'll try to hurry that chapter along! I think I'm on to something BIG here! ...Also, thanks for understanding the circumstances I'm under now....In the words of Abraham Lincoln "....this too shall pass...."