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�� A figure couched in the shadows. Her blonde hair caught a glint of the streetlights. Her tall, slender frame was clothed in tight black leather. Her pale grayish eyes stared intensely, but with a sort of empty sadness behind them.

�� "That's my target?" Her seductive voice asked, whispering into the headset of her cellular phone.

�� 'Yes, Mr. Satan. He's no threat, but watch out for the girl, she has spunk." Her contact answered.

�� "No problem." The young woman clothed in black, Jescele, answered as she slinked through the shadows. The thought of a kill brought a smile to her face. She waited for them to pass by, position ready. She was set to strike, when-

�� "Gohan! Hey, I haven't seen you in weeks...whoa, what's with all the black? Did someone die?" Videl, Mr. Satan's daughter, asked the tall black haired man that was passing them on the street.

�� "I...uh...black is slimming?" The guy replied.

�� "Oh, ok. Well, I'll see you around!" Videl bide good-bye with a smile.

�� "Not if I have my way." He muttered under his breath, heard by no one.

�� After a moment, Jescele's contact's voice came again. "Agent Silver, have you completed your assignment? Repeat, have you destroyed Mr. Satan?"

�� "No!" She hissed into the microphone at her silver lips. "Somebody showed up. I'll get him later. Right now I'm hungry. I'll report in person once I get back. Agent Silver out." Jescele answered as she slipped out of the shadows and got into her silver Viper.

�� Her car phone rang.

�� "What?!" She snapped, her voice irritated and rude. Her usual submission was eaten away by her hungry and the lack of a kill.

�� A soft yet deep male voice answered, "Jescele, you should have killed them all. You're assignment was to take out Mr. Satan, NOW! Nothing should get in your way!" He ended sharply, angered by her insolence.

�� "Dende, come on! Tell me, who was the guy that interrupted me? His name started with a 'G'. Go-something...Godog I think" She asked her boss, Dende. She was the top agent for Kami OF Earth Incorporated, Kami O. E. Inc. for short. Jescele was not only his best, but also his personal ward. He owned her. "Could he possibly be one of the Son-

�� "Quiet! That is none of your concern!" He shouted at her as he hung up.

�� "Rude little prick!" She screamed, coming to a stoplight.

�� A motorcycle came up beside her. She glanced over at the rider. For the most part the person was obscured, a helmet and black leather trench coat giving little hint to body structure. The person revved their engine, challenging her.

�� "I'm not in the mood!" She shouted to her antagonist.

�� The light turned green and she hit the gas. Oddly enough for her, she didn?' excel the speed limit. The motorcycle then shot out in front of her and made a circle around her Viper.

�� Oh no you did not!

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Enraged, she hit the brakes, but her car in park, and lunged at the motorcyclist, knocking over bike and all.

�� "Dick! Don't fuck with my Viper when I'm on my way to eat. If you weren't so pathetic, I'd kill you!" She didn't even glance twice at the fallen figure as she got back in her car, put it in drive, and sped off.

Later, in Carl's Jr...

�� "What? You mean to tell me that you are out of Western Bacon Cheeseburgers in a Carl's in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, that is open 24 hours!" Jescele screamed at the attendant, her six-foot frame leaned in threateningly close to the man behind the counter.

�� "Actually, miss," he began, swallowing hard, his voice cracking slightly, "we are only open 23 hours, and we're closing. That guy over there got the last burger we are making for another hour. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait miss."

�� Oh great, just what I needed. She turned to leave, and glanced at the only other person there. A helmet sat on the table next to him.

�� "You!" She hissed, walking over to stand in front of his table. "You! First you try to fuck up my car, then you steal my meal!" She was losing her temper, her power rising. Suddenly a pair of large gray-feathered wings shot out behind her and a long bladed tail curved around her long slender legs. "Now look what you made me do! You..." She was thinking of what you call him next when he stood up, "You...You are so hot!" She stated with shock. Jescele then growled at him, and stormed out of the place.

Back in her Viper...

�� Oh man! He was sooo fine. I should have stayed. They have a nice, big restroom and-

�� "No! Don't think like that!" She said aloud as she smacked herself. But he was very sexy.

�� She looked him over in her mind: blonde, spiky hair, emerald green eyes, tall and muscular, in leather pants, black leather pants and trench coat, and a skin tight black tank.

�� Too bad he was the ass who...what was he trying to do on his bike, anyway? Good thing he didn't really hurt my baby. She stroked the steering wheel caringly as she thought of her car. Then I would have had to kill him.

In Kami Tower...

�� After parking her Viper down below, she took an elevator up to the Platform level of the Tower. She was making her way toward the main compound when she was intercepted.

�� "Ah, Silver my pet, you are back." Dende purred, grabbing her by the waist and drawing her close to him, up against his body.

�� "Not now Dende, I don't feel like it." She responded quietly, turning her face away from him.

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His grip grew firmer then, his Namekian claws ripping into her soft, almost white skin. "Don't forget who you belong to Jescele." He said rather coldly. Dende's embrace was now unbearable, painful. "Say it Silver!" He grabbed her by the throat. "Say it!"

�� "I belong to you, Dende Kami of Earth. "She choked out.

�� "Good girl. Leave!" He replied, pushing her away roughly as Frieza and Zarbon appeared, landing near the two of them. She didn't even look at them, but hurried into the main Tower compound.

Inside the Tower...

�� "Piccolo?" Jescele called through a window-like opening to Piccolo's prison. This is where Dende kept his older brother.

�� When Dende was young, Piccolo took care of him and taught him how to be a powerful Kami. Too powerful, it would turn out. Jescele would never forgive Frieza and Dende for what they made her do to Piccolo. Other than Mr. Popo and Eskargue, Piccolo was one of the only people who ever cared about her. And she was the one that captured him for Dende. But it was the only way to save him; he would have lost his life. Frieza was after him too, and intended to kill him if he wouldn't come peacefully. And that almost happened. But in the end, Jescele saved and condemned Piccolo. His cell was inescapable, a very powerful curse upon it. But through his little window he could have contact with the outside world.

�� "Did you bring it, little one?" His deep and handsome voice asked from the shadows.

�� "Yes, I have your African Violet otousan." Jescele answered humbly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a perfect, fuzzy-leafed plant. She pushed her hand containing the flower through the barrier easily, since all things already on the outside could come in; once fully in, however, you could not get back out.

�� "Thank you Jescele." Piccolo responded. Good, now I have all their flowers. He looked her over, the tear in her clothes, the blood on the tears at her waist. "Did her hurt you again?" There was anger in his voice as he asked the question. He knew that Jescele could handle the blows and hits, but Dende liked her body, and was none too gentle about fulfilling his desires with her.

�� "No, he was just a little rude is all. I have to go now, good night Piccolo." She said, beginning to walk away.

�� "It's more like morning." He pointed out with a bit of a smile.

In her quarters...

�� It was risky business taking a shower with Frieza visiting. Both Dende and Frieza had no problem with stepping in and having their way with her. Especially Frieza, the arousing and erotic bisexual bastard that he was. Jescele couldn't deny she found him attractive, and he was more gentle than Dende. But lately her biggest problem was Kamiccolo, Dende's full Namekian mini-me son.

�� "Eskargue, could you be my look out?" Jescele asked the tall, pale green woman with her.

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"Always, little sister." She answered with a smile, brushing her long black hair away from her antennae.

�� They made their way to the bathhouse.

In the shower...

�� Eskargue stood at the entrance to give Jescele a heads up on any intruders as she showered. Jescele couldn't keep her mind off the hot blonde biker. She had never met anyone like him. He seemed to try to look into her soul with his eyes. His emerald eyes were so warm and intense. He was just one of the most attractive males Jescele had ever seen. Oh, how she wished she could be with him right then.

�� "Heads up Jescele, you got company!" Eskargue warned.

�� "Who?" She asked, almost anxiously.

�� "Frieza."

�� "Let him come." She responded.

�� Eskargue made her way back to her room, leaving Jescele and Frieza alone.

�� He appeared through the steam. Tonight the role of Frieza will be played by the hot blonde guy. Besides, he can do some amazing things with those feet and that tail...

�� She leaned against the wall, arching her back to accentuate her bust.

�� He cocked a brow as he looked her over. "Waiting for me, my pet?" Frieza questioned.

�� She answered him by sliding her tail along his inner thigh, exciting him further. As he pressed up against her, she didn;t see his crimson eyes, black lips and black-purple hair, but her new golden haired obsession.

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