CHAPTER 25
A/N: Sorry, this chappie is gunna be short; just a fill-in/plot developing chapter. I'll add more soon! Here comes a reeeeeeaaaal twist! Be sure to R/R!!!! Have fun!
Metshius snarled as the scent of lovemaking grew stronger; it was still fresh....
'They must have just finished.....Sick FUCKS!!!!'
Silently, Metshius pushed open the door that segregated Piccolo and Deshee from the rest of the household. The two lovers were asleep in each other's arms, the sheets twisted around their naked bodies. The wicked god sneered at the site.
Slowly, he crept over to the edge of Piccolo and Deshee's bed. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached over and placed a claw on Piccolo's pointed nose. The god let out a muffled grunt as a dark crimson light spread from the tip of his finger to his entire body. Each body segment twisted and contorted, some becoming elongated or shortened, while others became pointy and angular. After a few minutes, Metshius withdrew his newly taloned finger from Piccolo's nose.
Looking over his shoulder, the wicked god smiled malevolently into a mirror behind him.
"And now for you, my 'friend'...."
Metshius leaned over and pricked Piccolo's ear lobe, inserting the tip of a talon into the tiny wound. A small amount of liquid seeped out of the pointed nail and into Piccolo's blood stream.
"Heh, what they can't see won't hurt me..." he scoffed.
Pulling his arms back, Metshius marveled at the power and flexibility that his new form gave him. He smiled as he flexed his borrowed muscles before he punched Piccolo off the bed.
"SON OF A BITCH!!!!" Piccolo was startled out of his sleep when he hit the ground with a broken nose.
"Hi Piccolo, nice body I've got here, huh?"
Piccolo looked up to see......himself. Metshius' voice was still the same....but his face, neck, arms, chest, hips, legs....they all looked like Piccolo's. Perfect replication.
"How the fuck...." Piccolo was stupefied.
"Just a trick some of us gods know," Metshius smirked.
"You're no god, fuck!" Piccolo snarled.
The wicked god put a green finger to his thin lips and whispered, "Shh..You'll wake 'Deshee'..."
Piccolo nearly face-faulted. Deshee! He'd almost forgotten Deshee! His head jerked in her direction to find her.....asleep.
"What?..Deshee!!!! DESHEE!!!!!!" Piccolo slammed his fists on the bed but Deshee did not move. "What the fuck did you do to her?!"
"Nothing," Metshius replied rather nonchalantly. "Nothing yet."
"Why won't she wake UP?!?!?!"
"Watch this, Piccolo," Metshius whispered as he leaned over and kissed the sleeping Deshee. Her eyes fluttered open and a smile passed across her lips as her eyes took in the sight of "Piccolo."
"Hey..Piclllo.." her speech was slurred by the lethargic effects of sleep.
"Hey, Deshee.." Metshius' voice had shot up several octaves to match that of Piccolo's.
Deshee put her arms around "Piccolo's" neck and pulled him into bed with her. Metshius shot Piccolo an evil grin before pulling the Janjin-kee into his arms.
"You sick fuck! DESHEEEEEEEE!!!!" Piccolo was raving mad. His fists broke several springs in the mattress as his anger continued to pour out without restriction.
Suddenly Metshius swung out a fist and socked Piccolo in the face. To Deshee, this only appeared to be her Piccolo stretching the sleep out of his muscles, and she snuggled closer to him.
As Piccolo was recovering from the blow, Metshius sent him a telepathic message with some information that Piccolo was too afraid to believe could be true....
'You're invisible! No one can hear you and no one can see you! And I am free to fuck this slut as long as I want! By tomorrow, all of your friends will be dead, my men will conquer this planet, and Deshee and her people will be MINE!!!!!'
"NO!!!!" Piccolo shouted in rage. Unfortunately, he also noticed that Metshius was right....Deshee could not hear him at all and it broke his heart.
Metshius smirked and then leaned over really close to Deshee. Piccolo could make out the words.. "Let's go to my waterfall..." being whispered into his mate's ear.
Deshee giggled and placed a soft kiss on "Piccolo's" nose. Metshius grinned widely as he pulled the excited girl into his arms and flipped Piccolo off behind Deshee's back.
The namek was infuriated, he'd never felt so helpless in all his life... He watched as Deshee and his other self got out of bed, dressed, and headed toward the door. Piccolo dove for Metshius' foot but ended up with the door slamming into his broken nose.
"GOD DAMMIT!!!!!" his voice roared as tears came to his eyes from the helplessness he felt in his current situation and from the pain his nose was causing him. He dragged his feet all the way over to the bed HE and Deshee had been occupying just moments ago and felt moisture on his face. The namek looked up into the mirror before him to see the reflection of himself....with a lone tear running down his cheek.
A/N: Thanks to all those who review! I'll be posting again soon; so, keep your heads up! I appreciate all those who have supported me in my battle against the angst death brings; you won't ever be forgotten! XOXO!!!! Please review!
A/N: Sorry, this chappie is gunna be short; just a fill-in/plot developing chapter. I'll add more soon! Here comes a reeeeeeaaaal twist! Be sure to R/R!!!! Have fun!
Metshius snarled as the scent of lovemaking grew stronger; it was still fresh....
'They must have just finished.....Sick FUCKS!!!!'
Silently, Metshius pushed open the door that segregated Piccolo and Deshee from the rest of the household. The two lovers were asleep in each other's arms, the sheets twisted around their naked bodies. The wicked god sneered at the site.
Slowly, he crept over to the edge of Piccolo and Deshee's bed. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached over and placed a claw on Piccolo's pointed nose. The god let out a muffled grunt as a dark crimson light spread from the tip of his finger to his entire body. Each body segment twisted and contorted, some becoming elongated or shortened, while others became pointy and angular. After a few minutes, Metshius withdrew his newly taloned finger from Piccolo's nose.
Looking over his shoulder, the wicked god smiled malevolently into a mirror behind him.
"And now for you, my 'friend'...."
Metshius leaned over and pricked Piccolo's ear lobe, inserting the tip of a talon into the tiny wound. A small amount of liquid seeped out of the pointed nail and into Piccolo's blood stream.
"Heh, what they can't see won't hurt me..." he scoffed.
Pulling his arms back, Metshius marveled at the power and flexibility that his new form gave him. He smiled as he flexed his borrowed muscles before he punched Piccolo off the bed.
"SON OF A BITCH!!!!" Piccolo was startled out of his sleep when he hit the ground with a broken nose.
"Hi Piccolo, nice body I've got here, huh?"
Piccolo looked up to see......himself. Metshius' voice was still the same....but his face, neck, arms, chest, hips, legs....they all looked like Piccolo's. Perfect replication.
"How the fuck...." Piccolo was stupefied.
"Just a trick some of us gods know," Metshius smirked.
"You're no god, fuck!" Piccolo snarled.
The wicked god put a green finger to his thin lips and whispered, "Shh..You'll wake 'Deshee'..."
Piccolo nearly face-faulted. Deshee! He'd almost forgotten Deshee! His head jerked in her direction to find her.....asleep.
"What?..Deshee!!!! DESHEE!!!!!!" Piccolo slammed his fists on the bed but Deshee did not move. "What the fuck did you do to her?!"
"Nothing," Metshius replied rather nonchalantly. "Nothing yet."
"Why won't she wake UP?!?!?!"
"Watch this, Piccolo," Metshius whispered as he leaned over and kissed the sleeping Deshee. Her eyes fluttered open and a smile passed across her lips as her eyes took in the sight of "Piccolo."
"Hey..Piclllo.." her speech was slurred by the lethargic effects of sleep.
"Hey, Deshee.." Metshius' voice had shot up several octaves to match that of Piccolo's.
Deshee put her arms around "Piccolo's" neck and pulled him into bed with her. Metshius shot Piccolo an evil grin before pulling the Janjin-kee into his arms.
"You sick fuck! DESHEEEEEEEE!!!!" Piccolo was raving mad. His fists broke several springs in the mattress as his anger continued to pour out without restriction.
Suddenly Metshius swung out a fist and socked Piccolo in the face. To Deshee, this only appeared to be her Piccolo stretching the sleep out of his muscles, and she snuggled closer to him.
As Piccolo was recovering from the blow, Metshius sent him a telepathic message with some information that Piccolo was too afraid to believe could be true....
'You're invisible! No one can hear you and no one can see you! And I am free to fuck this slut as long as I want! By tomorrow, all of your friends will be dead, my men will conquer this planet, and Deshee and her people will be MINE!!!!!'
"NO!!!!" Piccolo shouted in rage. Unfortunately, he also noticed that Metshius was right....Deshee could not hear him at all and it broke his heart.
Metshius smirked and then leaned over really close to Deshee. Piccolo could make out the words.. "Let's go to my waterfall..." being whispered into his mate's ear.
Deshee giggled and placed a soft kiss on "Piccolo's" nose. Metshius grinned widely as he pulled the excited girl into his arms and flipped Piccolo off behind Deshee's back.
The namek was infuriated, he'd never felt so helpless in all his life... He watched as Deshee and his other self got out of bed, dressed, and headed toward the door. Piccolo dove for Metshius' foot but ended up with the door slamming into his broken nose.
"GOD DAMMIT!!!!!" his voice roared as tears came to his eyes from the helplessness he felt in his current situation and from the pain his nose was causing him. He dragged his feet all the way over to the bed HE and Deshee had been occupying just moments ago and felt moisture on his face. The namek looked up into the mirror before him to see the reflection of himself....with a lone tear running down his cheek.
A/N: Thanks to all those who review! I'll be posting again soon; so, keep your heads up! I appreciate all those who have supported me in my battle against the angst death brings; you won't ever be forgotten! XOXO!!!! Please review!