"What a sweet thing to say, you poor little Namekian. Hope she heard you, for you won't be able to tell her again." Kira raised her palm towards Piccolo's head, chuckling as she did so. Piccolo grunted and eyed the palm with a wary eye.
The demon's eyes widened in surprise and clutched her head in pain, dropping her prey. She roared, "What is happening to me! Gahh! No! Stop! What do you think you're AHHH!"
Inside her head, little Mori was charging up to an immense power that was starting to chip away at Kira's control. Kira flailed around the battle field, moaning and groaning in sheer agony. She cursed and swore at the air, or more specifically, Mori. The warriors stood to there feet, Gohan helping Piccolo to his, watching in amazement at the demon.
Kyo took his cue to run closer to the others, waiting for his time to shine.
Black ooze fell from the wounds on her scalp that Kira made her self with her thick claws. She swung at an invisible force and fired at it too. Kira screamed into the sky, "You little whore! I will lock you deeper into my mind, not even giving you a chance to see into the outside world! I will turn it into a place of torture and pain!"
Mori's true appearance flashed for a second or two, causing Mori's rich and calm voice to come from her mouth, "You go ahead and try that you damn bitch!"
The demon hissed, "I shall find a new body to posses, just so I can kill you! Then I'll bring you back, and kill you again!"
The aura around the demon was a calm green and hideous dark purple, shooting energy at each direction. One blast hit Kyo straight at his chest, sending him ten feet back onto his back and knocking him out cold. The, well it wasn't a demon anymore, the woman grinned, "You and I both know that you can't do that. You need me."
The seconds ticked and the demon and person took turns on who looked like whom. Gohan took a step back, "We have to get out of the way, now!" With what little energy they had left, the warriors fled from the scene, Kyo under one of Gohan's arms. They were just out of distance when everything exploded with white light.
The warriors turned their heads and shut their eyes to keep out the blinding light from running their vision. Two minutes passed for the light to disappear. When the group looked down, they saw a figure running away and one lying on the ground. Piccolo rushed downward, making a clumsy landing next to the form, Mori.
She was lying on her stomach, her arms spread out and her legs were next to each other. Her head was faced to the left yet her eyes were closed in a peaceful like state. Her skin was pale and burned. Mori's breathing was in uneven gasps.
Piccolo knelt down and turned the child around, brushing a few strands of hair away. Vegeta growled and looked around at the surrounding area, "Where is that demon. I'll..."
The namek bellowed, "Enough. Let her go. Even in her weak state, we can not kill her nor can we cage her. Besides," He looked down at Mori, "Mori needs medical treatment." Gohan nodded in agreement, watching his ex-sensei lift the limp girl into his arms.
Goku's house was closest, so they headed over to that location. The Brief's house sat at the front of the house, so everyone assumed that the women moved there.
Inside, Bulma and Videl were cooing to their daughters while Chi-Chi cooked up something for the toddlers to eat. The girls rubbed their eyes tiredly and whined for them to stop. The men, and Eighteen, watched with slight smiles on their faces yet a few of them couldn't help to think about the other girl who was in danger.
Goku, specially, grew worried over the increasing energy. He argued to his wife about going back to help them but Chi-Chi insisted that his granddaughter would need him more right now. Chi-Chi's hand slowed as she turned a spoon in a pot of soup, though, and her mind reflected back to Mori. She always knew that Pan was going to be alright, but wasn't so sure about the trapped soul in a demons body.
As if on que, Gohan threw open the door and helped take Mori inside the house.
Everybody beamed at the sight of Mori, but it wavered when they saw the other unconscious alien in Trunk's arms. Bulma rushed up, placing Bulla into a surprised Vegeta's hands, and walked over to the injured girl.
She picked her arms up and examined them, "I have some capsules in the car that could help this. I brought every medical item necessary to your fights. After a few years of living with you guys, I've learned what to bring incase you guys ran out of senzu beans."
The namek felt a since of relief that she was alive and, well, not taken over any more. Although the threat was still at large, he was sure that Mori would be safe. That all mattered to him.
Piccolo stood over Mori, noticing how fragile she looked in her current state. She was a pale and thin looking thing. The burns she had were as bright as her hair and covered her arms, a few on her legs, her torso and one on her neck, before her bandages were put on any how. From what Bulma said, she had three degree burns. How she received those burns were a mystery to him.
Despite her injuries, she looked quite peaceful in sleep. Although a tube was giving her nutrients and another was showing her heartbeat, she looked like she was just a small girl again, sleeping peacefully in her bed.
Mori groaned as she tried to sit up in the white bed. She cried out from the pain that overwhelmed her senses. Piccolo rushed foreword and gently laid her back down. The ginger looked up at him with heavy eyes. She raised a weak hand to his face, seeing if she was really out of the demon's head. She placed her hand on his cheek and gasped out, "P-P..."
Piccolo placed his hand over hers in an extremely rare affection that was found after the namek relished that he did not need to hide everything from his daughter. He nodded, "I'm here, Mori. You're safe."
A smile played on her lips, "Papa."
Piccolo starred at her with wide eyes. Mori laughed softly and gave a weak smile at his shocked expression. Piccolo smiled faintly and brushed back her red locks.
Mori groaned, "Eh, everything hurts."
The namek pulled his hand back and picked up something on a side table next to the bed. He laid them in his palm and showed them to Mori. "Popo wanted me to give these to you; to dull the pain." Mori grimaced at the green seeds.
Piccolo helped the girl sit up as he feed her the medicine. Mori stuck out her tongue in disgust and mumbled, "I hate those things." He placed her back down and then proceeded to stand by her side.
Mori looked up at the green face. She huffed, "I heard, everything you said and...I love you too."
Piccolo smirked, "I know you do kid. I know."
The girl's face fell when she saw the smirk and looked out the window. The namek tilted his head, "What is it? Mori?"
Tears fell from her eyes, "It's my entire fault. Everything that happened, it was my entire fault! If I had been more cautious all those years ago, then that pink fat ass couldn't have knocked me out." Piccolo had a vague idea that that particular day awakened the demon inside her. She whipped away her tears, "I couldn't even control my emotions. No one would've gotten hurt. Bulla and Pan wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. It was all. My. Fault."
The namek frowned, "That is not true. You had no control in the beginning. You weren't the one who took those girls and you weren't the one who hurt those people. Those were not your actions."
Mori nodded but didn't respond. She passed out before the namek could say anything out.
Piccolo shook his head and left the room. The friends of Mori were waiting in the hall way, leaning against the wall casually. They straightened themselves up when the tall man walked out. Goten asked, "Did she wake up?"
Piccolo nodded, "Yes but she passed out soon after."
Trunks growled, "I can't believe we didn't have senzu beans. Mori would be back in shape in no time."
The namek shook his head, "It won't be that simple. Mori's mind is troubled greatly. She believes that what the demon did was her fault." He glanced at the room at the far end of the hallway, "How's the other one?"
Trunks sneered, "Kyo? He hasn't woken up yet and mom says he's getting worse. That idiot. If he dies, we have no way of controlling that demon."
The Namekian crossed his arms, "As much as an idiot he may be, we have to prepare our selves to fend off the demon with out killing it. We won't see that thing soon though."
Goten huffed, "Why so certain?"
Piccolo motioned his head over to Mori, "If my hunch is correct, Kira and Mori heal together. So, if Mori is still weak, so is the demon."
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