Metshius began to snicker at the sight before him; things were
working out beautifully. Piccolo was or was nearly dead, Tetsi was blind,
Yamcha was dead, Deshee was invisible, and his army was only miles away.
It would only be a matter of time before the entire planet was his and his
alone.
The malevolent god watched as Bulma ran over to Piccolo. She took the mighty Namek in her arms, trying to pick him up off of the ground, before she asked for Tienshinhan's help. The triclops slung a limp, green arm over his shoulder, pressing a hand against Piccolo's stomach to close the gaping wound, before heaving the Namek off of the ground.
"Take him inside," were Bulma's only words. There was no time to get a sensu bean, the few remaining warriors were desperately needed right now and no one could risk abandoning the group for even a second. "This is it... This is the end."
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Deshee ran inside the Son house, following Tien as he carried Piccolo into the nearest bedroom. The demon king groaned as his body settled into the softness of the mattress. Tien pulled a chair up beside him and hung his head.
"Piccolo... I'll stay here until... I'll stay here as long as you need me."
The Namek glared at the triclops, "What the fuck... makes you... think I... need.. you? Or anyone... for that matter?"
Tien appeared visibly hurt before he spoke, "Oh come on, Piccolo, you're not as tough as you look! You need people too... I know how it feels to die alone and lonely."
"I... am the Demon King... I don't need anyone."
"BULL---FUCKING-----SHIT!!!"
Piccolo's eyes widened considerably at the sudden outburst.
"... Sorry... But honestly, you can't say that you don't need anyone, otherwise you wouldn't be so nuts about Gohan and you sure as hell wouldn't give a shit about some girl."
"Is... it that obvious... that I love her?" Piccolo smirked before his face pulled into a strained grimace.
"A bit, I mean for you anyway. You've got that prideful 'I'm better than you' look in your eyes again, but it's for a different reason this time; you think you're better than all of us cuz you have a girl by your side."
"I... do not.. think that, do I?"
Tien chuckled and Piccolo smirked again, "Perhaps I do... I guess."
"Well, you have every right to, she's a wonderful woman."
"Where... Where is... she?"
"We don't know."
Piccolo let out a dejected sigh as Deshee turned to the wall on her left; a small mirror was hung just above the cedar dresser. The girl's sorrowful expression turned from depressed to ecstatic and she began jumping up and down in front of the reflective surface, flailing her arms in all directions in a serious effort to get Piccolo's attention.
Tien rubbed his forehead and began pacing about the room. The demon stared at him, tolerating the pain by using Tien's movements as a distraction. Then his eyes fell on the mirror and fell on Deshee.
"What.. the FUCK?"
Tien stopped marching and gave Piccolo a weird look, "What?"
"Give me... the mirror."
"What?"
"The fucking.. MIRROR! Dende-dammit.. Does it look... like I have time... to.. explain shit.. to you?"
Tien rolled his eyes and grabbed the mirror off the wall, causing Deshee to yelp with excitement. Piccolo reached a trembling hand out to take the slender object from his companion. The slave girl leaned over the edge of Piccolo's bed and waved.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Tien grinned as Deshee visibly giggled.
"I told you... I wanted the... fucking mirror.."
The sound of war drums became a notch louder and Tien shot Piccolo a frightened glance.
"Get out.. Go fight... I'll be okay... I won't be alone."
Tien smiled and turned to the door, "Don't go dying on me, Piccolo."
"Protect Gohan... if he dies... it'll be YOUR ass."
"Take care." Tien waved and was just about to bolt when Piccolo's weak, raspy voice caused him to halt mid-stride.
"Remind me... to beat you senseless... for all.. the sentimental nonsense.. that went on in here today, alright?"
Tien smiled before he headed outside to retrieve the next wounded soldier. Tetsi.
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Outside, the rest of the warriors fell into their respective fighter stances as the Janjin-kee army became visible over a nearby hill. Thousands upon thousands of tiny dots seemed to appear over the top of the hill, covering it like an army of ants swarming over a bread crumb; their numbers grew at a seemingly exponential rate, never breaking ranks, never faltering in the steady rhythm of their march. The mass was an embodiment of death itself.
Metshius waited, still levitated in the air. His was entirely focused on his army, completely assured that his dream would soon be realized.
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Tetsi allowed himself to be dragged into the Son household.
'Of all the times I could have let myself be naïve.. what a fool I am.. now I can't even lend a paw to help them.'
"Hey, Tetsi, you just stay here and rest; don't worry too much about your eyes, I'm sure a wish on the Dragonballs would fix you right up!"
"Dragonballs, huh? I've heard of them but that's not what I'm worried about.."
"What's wrong, Tetsi?"
"My people.. They're not bad, most of them, they're just being led by the nose by some messed up excuse for a god; it's been so long since we've had an admirable god to look up to so it's easy to fool my kind. Metshius seemed like our savior at the time, he made us warriors, gave the Janjin-kee a name and a purpose, but then he twisted us.. Men began raping women in the streets, going unpunished, murder was commonplace, women became promiscuous and many children died before birth.. And then the slave trade started. Metshius had a taste for beautiful women; so, as an offering of gratitude, our finest warriors would go on a search to find the best beauties for our lord. We searched galaxies, losing many a good warrior just for the sake of our supposed savior. We enslaved the Lunarians to give our lord an endless supply of beauty and now we are stained with such blood.. I don't think our kind can ever hope to find redemption.."
"Tetsi..."
"Don't kill them, please... Help them learn. It's Metshius you must kill for me, for my kind, because I can't fight like this..." the warrior turned his face away from Tienshinhan. "Please, leave me."
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Outside, Krillin, Gohan, Tien, Vegeta, Chaotzu, Bulma, 18, Goten, Marron, and Trunks held their breath.
"Wait, Bulma, 18, Goten, Marron, Trunks, what are you doing out here?!" Krillin began to panic. "You guys have to go inside and stay hidden!!!"
18 walked over to her husband and smirked, "And miss all the fun? Besides, I'm much stronger than you and would definitely be of some use in this battle; you can send that weak human, Bulma, inside to baby-sit."
Bulma, in turn, snarled at 18's cocky attitude, "I may not be a fighter but I'm not useless either!" And as proof, she pulled a huge bazooka out of nowhere and aimed it at 18's head.
Krillin ran between the two women with a big sweat drop on his forehead, "Uh, I know you two like to argue but can we all just forget about our petty issues for a minute cuz there IS an army of about God-knows- how-many-million headed our way right now!"
18 and Bulma both growled in frustration but obliged by dropping their guards. Bulma shot 18 a look, "I'll take the kids and hide but if Vegeta dies, I'll blame you!"
18 watched as Bulma ran into the house with a slightly disappointed Goten, Marron, and Trunks. "Right, as if she would have made a difference.."
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The army came to a halt twenty feet away from the Z warriors, looking to Metshius for the next order. Tienshinhan took the momentary delay to tell the other warriors what Tetsi had asked of him.
"He doesn't want us to kill them? Is he fucking crazy?! They'll kill us first, boy!" Vegeta shot Tien an icy glare.
"It's a dog eat dog battle, Tien, I wouldn't oblige his request if I were you," 18 merely glanced over at the triclops, not even giving him the honor of full eye contact.
"Honestly, don't be such a fool!" Vegeta snarled as he sat deeper in his fighting stance.
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Metshius turned toward the Z Warriors, "The time has finally come! Now you die! Itshenaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" (*Forward!*)
The army lunged forward like a tidal wave, thousands of wolfish warriors clamoring for a chance to be the first to start the war with the Earthlings.
"WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! MATEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" (*WAIT!*) a thunderous voice boomed across the dawning sky.
Metshius snarled as his head whipped in the direction the voice had come from, "It's too late! It's all over!"
"Heh heh heh.. I don't think so!" came the reply.
Metshius snapped his head back down to shout another order when he realized that his men were frozen in place. Every single Janjin-kee was encased in ice. The beast god desperately jerked his head in the direction of the Z Fighters, only to find that they too were frozen in place, many caught in mid-attack mode.
"It's far from over, my friend," came the raspy voice again. This time Metshius wheeled around and came face to face with Lord Raye-don.
"H-How?"
"No one shall die this day if I have any say in the matter.. Heh."
Metshius snarled and lengthened his claws, "Well, see how much say you have when you're not breathing!!!"
A/N: It's been a while, huh? I finally got over that mega writer's block and am happy to say that the end is near for this story; so, keep your eyes peeled! Please review, it helps! ^_^ Jaa!
The malevolent god watched as Bulma ran over to Piccolo. She took the mighty Namek in her arms, trying to pick him up off of the ground, before she asked for Tienshinhan's help. The triclops slung a limp, green arm over his shoulder, pressing a hand against Piccolo's stomach to close the gaping wound, before heaving the Namek off of the ground.
"Take him inside," were Bulma's only words. There was no time to get a sensu bean, the few remaining warriors were desperately needed right now and no one could risk abandoning the group for even a second. "This is it... This is the end."
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Deshee ran inside the Son house, following Tien as he carried Piccolo into the nearest bedroom. The demon king groaned as his body settled into the softness of the mattress. Tien pulled a chair up beside him and hung his head.
"Piccolo... I'll stay here until... I'll stay here as long as you need me."
The Namek glared at the triclops, "What the fuck... makes you... think I... need.. you? Or anyone... for that matter?"
Tien appeared visibly hurt before he spoke, "Oh come on, Piccolo, you're not as tough as you look! You need people too... I know how it feels to die alone and lonely."
"I... am the Demon King... I don't need anyone."
"BULL---FUCKING-----SHIT!!!"
Piccolo's eyes widened considerably at the sudden outburst.
"... Sorry... But honestly, you can't say that you don't need anyone, otherwise you wouldn't be so nuts about Gohan and you sure as hell wouldn't give a shit about some girl."
"Is... it that obvious... that I love her?" Piccolo smirked before his face pulled into a strained grimace.
"A bit, I mean for you anyway. You've got that prideful 'I'm better than you' look in your eyes again, but it's for a different reason this time; you think you're better than all of us cuz you have a girl by your side."
"I... do not.. think that, do I?"
Tien chuckled and Piccolo smirked again, "Perhaps I do... I guess."
"Well, you have every right to, she's a wonderful woman."
"Where... Where is... she?"
"We don't know."
Piccolo let out a dejected sigh as Deshee turned to the wall on her left; a small mirror was hung just above the cedar dresser. The girl's sorrowful expression turned from depressed to ecstatic and she began jumping up and down in front of the reflective surface, flailing her arms in all directions in a serious effort to get Piccolo's attention.
Tien rubbed his forehead and began pacing about the room. The demon stared at him, tolerating the pain by using Tien's movements as a distraction. Then his eyes fell on the mirror and fell on Deshee.
"What.. the FUCK?"
Tien stopped marching and gave Piccolo a weird look, "What?"
"Give me... the mirror."
"What?"
"The fucking.. MIRROR! Dende-dammit.. Does it look... like I have time... to.. explain shit.. to you?"
Tien rolled his eyes and grabbed the mirror off the wall, causing Deshee to yelp with excitement. Piccolo reached a trembling hand out to take the slender object from his companion. The slave girl leaned over the edge of Piccolo's bed and waved.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Tien grinned as Deshee visibly giggled.
"I told you... I wanted the... fucking mirror.."
The sound of war drums became a notch louder and Tien shot Piccolo a frightened glance.
"Get out.. Go fight... I'll be okay... I won't be alone."
Tien smiled and turned to the door, "Don't go dying on me, Piccolo."
"Protect Gohan... if he dies... it'll be YOUR ass."
"Take care." Tien waved and was just about to bolt when Piccolo's weak, raspy voice caused him to halt mid-stride.
"Remind me... to beat you senseless... for all.. the sentimental nonsense.. that went on in here today, alright?"
Tien smiled before he headed outside to retrieve the next wounded soldier. Tetsi.
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Outside, the rest of the warriors fell into their respective fighter stances as the Janjin-kee army became visible over a nearby hill. Thousands upon thousands of tiny dots seemed to appear over the top of the hill, covering it like an army of ants swarming over a bread crumb; their numbers grew at a seemingly exponential rate, never breaking ranks, never faltering in the steady rhythm of their march. The mass was an embodiment of death itself.
Metshius waited, still levitated in the air. His was entirely focused on his army, completely assured that his dream would soon be realized.
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Tetsi allowed himself to be dragged into the Son household.
'Of all the times I could have let myself be naïve.. what a fool I am.. now I can't even lend a paw to help them.'
"Hey, Tetsi, you just stay here and rest; don't worry too much about your eyes, I'm sure a wish on the Dragonballs would fix you right up!"
"Dragonballs, huh? I've heard of them but that's not what I'm worried about.."
"What's wrong, Tetsi?"
"My people.. They're not bad, most of them, they're just being led by the nose by some messed up excuse for a god; it's been so long since we've had an admirable god to look up to so it's easy to fool my kind. Metshius seemed like our savior at the time, he made us warriors, gave the Janjin-kee a name and a purpose, but then he twisted us.. Men began raping women in the streets, going unpunished, murder was commonplace, women became promiscuous and many children died before birth.. And then the slave trade started. Metshius had a taste for beautiful women; so, as an offering of gratitude, our finest warriors would go on a search to find the best beauties for our lord. We searched galaxies, losing many a good warrior just for the sake of our supposed savior. We enslaved the Lunarians to give our lord an endless supply of beauty and now we are stained with such blood.. I don't think our kind can ever hope to find redemption.."
"Tetsi..."
"Don't kill them, please... Help them learn. It's Metshius you must kill for me, for my kind, because I can't fight like this..." the warrior turned his face away from Tienshinhan. "Please, leave me."
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Outside, Krillin, Gohan, Tien, Vegeta, Chaotzu, Bulma, 18, Goten, Marron, and Trunks held their breath.
"Wait, Bulma, 18, Goten, Marron, Trunks, what are you doing out here?!" Krillin began to panic. "You guys have to go inside and stay hidden!!!"
18 walked over to her husband and smirked, "And miss all the fun? Besides, I'm much stronger than you and would definitely be of some use in this battle; you can send that weak human, Bulma, inside to baby-sit."
Bulma, in turn, snarled at 18's cocky attitude, "I may not be a fighter but I'm not useless either!" And as proof, she pulled a huge bazooka out of nowhere and aimed it at 18's head.
Krillin ran between the two women with a big sweat drop on his forehead, "Uh, I know you two like to argue but can we all just forget about our petty issues for a minute cuz there IS an army of about God-knows- how-many-million headed our way right now!"
18 and Bulma both growled in frustration but obliged by dropping their guards. Bulma shot 18 a look, "I'll take the kids and hide but if Vegeta dies, I'll blame you!"
18 watched as Bulma ran into the house with a slightly disappointed Goten, Marron, and Trunks. "Right, as if she would have made a difference.."
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The army came to a halt twenty feet away from the Z warriors, looking to Metshius for the next order. Tienshinhan took the momentary delay to tell the other warriors what Tetsi had asked of him.
"He doesn't want us to kill them? Is he fucking crazy?! They'll kill us first, boy!" Vegeta shot Tien an icy glare.
"It's a dog eat dog battle, Tien, I wouldn't oblige his request if I were you," 18 merely glanced over at the triclops, not even giving him the honor of full eye contact.
"Honestly, don't be such a fool!" Vegeta snarled as he sat deeper in his fighting stance.
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Metshius turned toward the Z Warriors, "The time has finally come! Now you die! Itshenaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" (*Forward!*)
The army lunged forward like a tidal wave, thousands of wolfish warriors clamoring for a chance to be the first to start the war with the Earthlings.
"WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! MATEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" (*WAIT!*) a thunderous voice boomed across the dawning sky.
Metshius snarled as his head whipped in the direction the voice had come from, "It's too late! It's all over!"
"Heh heh heh.. I don't think so!" came the reply.
Metshius snapped his head back down to shout another order when he realized that his men were frozen in place. Every single Janjin-kee was encased in ice. The beast god desperately jerked his head in the direction of the Z Fighters, only to find that they too were frozen in place, many caught in mid-attack mode.
"It's far from over, my friend," came the raspy voice again. This time Metshius wheeled around and came face to face with Lord Raye-don.
"H-How?"
"No one shall die this day if I have any say in the matter.. Heh."
Metshius snarled and lengthened his claws, "Well, see how much say you have when you're not breathing!!!"
A/N: It's been a while, huh? I finally got over that mega writer's block and am happy to say that the end is near for this story; so, keep your eyes peeled! Please review, it helps! ^_^ Jaa!