CHAPTER 28
Deshee watched in horror as the figure before her transformed into an exact replica of herself. The wicked god giggled in Deshee's voice,
"I hope you can warn Piccolo of the plans I have for him! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I turn all of HIS friends against him!" and the god blasted off toward Son's house to carry out his plans.
The little Janjin-kee trembled as her thoughts swam, 'P-Piccolo.. What's gunna happen to him? What's going on?!' and the girl took off at lightening speed in the direction Metshius had flown off in.
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"HELP!!!! Someone help MEEEE!!!!" Metshius screamed on the front lawn of the Son house. He had several self-inflicted wounds covering his body. "Oh God, it HURTS!!!"
Tetsi was the first to run outside and was soon followed by Krillin, 18, Bulma, and the rest of the other fighters. Most of them were still in their PJs, since it was only five o'clock in the morning. Bulma shrieked when she was the state "Deshee" was in.
"It's Metshius," "Deshee" cried, "he can shape shift! I just got away from him! He...... He...... He was gunna RAPE me!!! I thought it was Piccolo!!! I really thought he was Piccolo!!!!"
Krillin and Tetsi both placed a hand on the small Janjin-kee's trembling body to comfort the seemingly traumatized girl. Just then, the real Deshee landed on the Son lawn and stood in shock at the sight before her. Metshius had the entire household believing his tales; of course, why wouldn't they? He looked exactly like the slave girl.
"Metshius is chasing me, I know he'll be here anytime soon! Oh god, I'm scared!"
Tetsi snarled, "That son of a bitch! I'll cut his throat with my own claws if he comes near us!"
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Piccolo was only a mile away from the Son residence as he flew above the greenery of Earth.
'Metshius' army will be here soon..... I hope we all survive.'
Before he knew it, the mile had led him to the Son's front yard.
'That was quick.'
Before his eyes, was a large group surrounding his mate.
'Shit, she must be traumatized! Poor kid, I better go help her!'
"Deshee!!!! Deshee!!!!" Piccolo dashed up the small mound of grass toward his friends and his mate.
In a flash of light, Tetsi was standing tall and impassive before him. Piccolo looked up into the dog man's eyes with an inquisitive expression on his face; the Janjin-kee looked about ready to chomp Piccolo's head off.
"What's wrong with my mate?" he asked in a low voice.
"It's HIM!!!!! It's HIM!!!!!!!" "Deshee" screamed, her furry finger pointing directly at Piccolo.
The demon's face paled, "What do you mean by 'It's him'? It's me, Deshee! Piccolo! I swear to you!"
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Deshee realized all too soon what was about to happen as she noticed Tetsi draw an ivory knife out of a small pouch strapped to his thick, right thigh, concealing it within his massive paw.
"No...... NO!!!! PICCOLO, LOOK OUT!!!!!!!"
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Deshee's voice fell on deaf ears as Tetsi stabbed the sharp blade into Piccolo's stomach. His eyes opened wide, pain clearly visible within his watering obsidian orbs, before he sank to his knees. Purple blood was already bubbling around the white blade and spilling to the green blades of grass below. Tetsi sneered at the Namek and returned to "Deshee," cradling the hysterical girl in his arms.
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Deshee flew to her fallen mate, tears flying behind her like crystals suspended in midair. Piccolo's breath was coming in short, labored gasps now, the color significantly drained from his face. The little half Janjin- kee followed the trail of blood from Piccolo's abdomen to the pool collecting on the ground; it was there that she saw her reflection.
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A scream of agony brought Deshee and a very weak Piccolo's attention to "Deshee" and Tetsi. "Deshee" was walking backward slowly, blood dripping from her right paw. Tetsi had both paws clenched over his eyes, howling in pain.
"Take that, you mother fucking traitor!!!! That'll teach you to disobey me!!!!"
All of the fighters jumped back as Metshius returned to his normal form.
Krillin blinked twice, "Hey! What have you done with Deshee?!"
"Wouldn't you like to know....." was the sardonic reply.
Suddenly all eyes turned to Piccolo, who was now laying face down in his own pool of purple blood, seemingly lifeless.
Bulma's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh my God....."
The sound of war drums beat softly in the background as Metshius levitated into the sky, "Your lives are about to come to the most grotesque end you could have EVER imagined!!!!! Prepare yourselves!!!!!!"
A/N: Things aren't lookin' so good! Next chapter there'll be a TON of action! Please REVIEW!!!!! =)
Deshee watched in horror as the figure before her transformed into an exact replica of herself. The wicked god giggled in Deshee's voice,
"I hope you can warn Piccolo of the plans I have for him! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I turn all of HIS friends against him!" and the god blasted off toward Son's house to carry out his plans.
The little Janjin-kee trembled as her thoughts swam, 'P-Piccolo.. What's gunna happen to him? What's going on?!' and the girl took off at lightening speed in the direction Metshius had flown off in.
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"HELP!!!! Someone help MEEEE!!!!" Metshius screamed on the front lawn of the Son house. He had several self-inflicted wounds covering his body. "Oh God, it HURTS!!!"
Tetsi was the first to run outside and was soon followed by Krillin, 18, Bulma, and the rest of the other fighters. Most of them were still in their PJs, since it was only five o'clock in the morning. Bulma shrieked when she was the state "Deshee" was in.
"It's Metshius," "Deshee" cried, "he can shape shift! I just got away from him! He...... He...... He was gunna RAPE me!!! I thought it was Piccolo!!! I really thought he was Piccolo!!!!"
Krillin and Tetsi both placed a hand on the small Janjin-kee's trembling body to comfort the seemingly traumatized girl. Just then, the real Deshee landed on the Son lawn and stood in shock at the sight before her. Metshius had the entire household believing his tales; of course, why wouldn't they? He looked exactly like the slave girl.
"Metshius is chasing me, I know he'll be here anytime soon! Oh god, I'm scared!"
Tetsi snarled, "That son of a bitch! I'll cut his throat with my own claws if he comes near us!"
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Piccolo was only a mile away from the Son residence as he flew above the greenery of Earth.
'Metshius' army will be here soon..... I hope we all survive.'
Before he knew it, the mile had led him to the Son's front yard.
'That was quick.'
Before his eyes, was a large group surrounding his mate.
'Shit, she must be traumatized! Poor kid, I better go help her!'
"Deshee!!!! Deshee!!!!" Piccolo dashed up the small mound of grass toward his friends and his mate.
In a flash of light, Tetsi was standing tall and impassive before him. Piccolo looked up into the dog man's eyes with an inquisitive expression on his face; the Janjin-kee looked about ready to chomp Piccolo's head off.
"What's wrong with my mate?" he asked in a low voice.
"It's HIM!!!!! It's HIM!!!!!!!" "Deshee" screamed, her furry finger pointing directly at Piccolo.
The demon's face paled, "What do you mean by 'It's him'? It's me, Deshee! Piccolo! I swear to you!"
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Deshee realized all too soon what was about to happen as she noticed Tetsi draw an ivory knife out of a small pouch strapped to his thick, right thigh, concealing it within his massive paw.
"No...... NO!!!! PICCOLO, LOOK OUT!!!!!!!"
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Deshee's voice fell on deaf ears as Tetsi stabbed the sharp blade into Piccolo's stomach. His eyes opened wide, pain clearly visible within his watering obsidian orbs, before he sank to his knees. Purple blood was already bubbling around the white blade and spilling to the green blades of grass below. Tetsi sneered at the Namek and returned to "Deshee," cradling the hysterical girl in his arms.
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Deshee flew to her fallen mate, tears flying behind her like crystals suspended in midair. Piccolo's breath was coming in short, labored gasps now, the color significantly drained from his face. The little half Janjin- kee followed the trail of blood from Piccolo's abdomen to the pool collecting on the ground; it was there that she saw her reflection.
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A scream of agony brought Deshee and a very weak Piccolo's attention to "Deshee" and Tetsi. "Deshee" was walking backward slowly, blood dripping from her right paw. Tetsi had both paws clenched over his eyes, howling in pain.
"Take that, you mother fucking traitor!!!! That'll teach you to disobey me!!!!"
All of the fighters jumped back as Metshius returned to his normal form.
Krillin blinked twice, "Hey! What have you done with Deshee?!"
"Wouldn't you like to know....." was the sardonic reply.
Suddenly all eyes turned to Piccolo, who was now laying face down in his own pool of purple blood, seemingly lifeless.
Bulma's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh my God....."
The sound of war drums beat softly in the background as Metshius levitated into the sky, "Your lives are about to come to the most grotesque end you could have EVER imagined!!!!! Prepare yourselves!!!!!!"
A/N: Things aren't lookin' so good! Next chapter there'll be a TON of action! Please REVIEW!!!!! =)