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The Kind Punishment

�� Jescele walked down the hall toward her room silently. She was wrapped in nothing but a towel; her wet hair seemed to slither down her back like a nest of snakes. Walking on the balls of her feet as usual, her six-foot two frame seemed much more menacing. Mr. Popo stood at her door. She glanced at him for a moment, and went into her room.

�� "Jescele, I set out your nightgown." Mr. Popo said in a voice much too happy for Kami Tower.

�� "Thank you, Mr. Popo." She answered, dismissing the short chubby man. She added rather softly to herself, "I don't think I'll be using it tonight. Not to sleep in at least. What Dende doesn't know won't hurt me." The last part she added rather wickedly.

�� It wasn't long after Mr. Popo left that Eskargue entered. Her light green skin made a sharp contrast to her pale lavender tank top. Her rich hazel eyes seemed to belong to an older, tired soul. The raven hair about her face shone brightly in the light.

�� "So, Daddy's bar or human?" She asked, her voice traced with excitement.

�� "Human!" Jescele replied as she put together an outfit. "As much as I hate to be in my non natural form, Kami Kasinos are the worst! And whenever we go to Kami Entertainment places, we have to wear those damn outfits your daddy put together. And Dende's idea of an outfit isn't much."

�� "Neither is yours, apparently. Kami, you never look like your just seventeen." She said, glancing at what Jescele was wearing as she made herself look more human.

�� Indeed, Jescele wasn't leaving much to the imagination. Now fully human, she wore skin tight jeans that had large, diamond shaped cut outs all along the sides. The only thing keeping the ultra low-rise denim pants on was two small buckles, slightly off centered. And her shirt wasn't much better. It was reminisce of a halter-top, but it tied in the back and was a strapless triangle of red clothe pulled tight over her bust. Needless to say, underclothing was a bit of a mystery to this barely there outfit. Eskargue was slightly more reserved, but non-the less alluring. She wore a tight spaghetti strapped lavender tank top, and skintight black capres. Both girls wore similar styled strappy sandals. Not to say that Eskargue was a girl. Jescele had just turned seventeen not but a few months ago, while Kargue was twenty-one, almost twenty-two.

�� They were almost to the exit when Frieza appeared. He paid very little notice to Kargue; all his attention was trained on Jescele.

�� "Did Dende say you could take his little girl out, my pet?" Frieza asked maliciously, undressing her with his eyes. "Or does he not know?" He smirked, having succeeded in making her mentally nude.

�� "Gee, I don't know. Does he know who managed to rob those three Kasinos last month?" Jescele retorted in a whisper so that Kargue couldn't hear, but with a victorious grin.�

�� Frieza grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her around the corner. "How you know about that, I really don't care. But if you breathe a word to Dende..." Frieza traced his hand down her smooth, flat abdomen, distracted by her allure, "I might have to punish my Silver pet." His hand moved to her back, right above the base of her tail. He pulled her close to him right up against his body. "And I would hate to mangle this perfect body of yours...Besides, that money is being used for a good cause. Pure force doesn't work with such pleasing results as wealth does. One day, after I've killed that green prick of a master, you'll be all mine. And then you will see what a true god of Earth is." Frieza slid his other hand up under her shirt. "Remember this always, Silver," he whispered in her ear, "he needs you a lot more than you need him."

�� She let out a pleased, heavy breath, closing her eyes, subdued by his gentle, seductive touch. Jescele never received soft treatment from Dende. What he did to her always seemed like a punishment...which was close to what it was.

�� "Ahem!" A voice cleared its throat loudly.

�� Frieza pulled away from Jescele. "Ah, yes, you are correct Zarbon, it is best not to be late."

�� Just then Eskargue turned the corner. "Jescele what-" She stopped herself at the sight of Frieza.

�� The neutral gaze he had on Jescele suddenly turned hate filled. "Evil Bitch!" He spat, departing with Zarbon at his side.

�� "Damn straight." Jescele answered as she and Eskargue headed to the Purple Kat Kage, their favorite human club.

In Flight...

�� "So, male or female?" Kargue questioned over the sound of the rushing air as they flew.

�� "What? Who?" Jescele asked in reply.

�� "Zarbon! It really pisses me off that I can't tell. It's kind of like a beauty that transcends gender. He...she...whatever!" She shouted.

�� "I can't tell either, Kargue. I've tasted Zarbon's scent molecules," she flicked her tongue out to demonstrate, " a thousand times. But there's an even level of estrogen and testosterone. I don't know what that means. Maybe it's the alien biology." Jescele answered. If Zarbon is male, Frieza must be bi, because I'm pretty sure the two of them go down on each other in the dark. They must have sex the way they act. I've never seen two people that act the way they do without a marriage. I want a marriage one day. A silver one with a purple stone and little diamonds. I wonder how many marriages you can get. I've seen guys in the Kami Klubs and Kasinos with a marriage on every finger, surrounded by women.

�� "Hey, Kargue, do you know what love is? Because I heard that's a way to get a marriage." Jescele broke the silence with her question.

�� Eskargue's voice sounded different as she answered, rather sad. It was as if she were trying to hold back a sob at the question. "No, little Jescele, I don't know what love is." She shook her head to dismiss the idea. "Let's not talk of that! We're here!" Eskargue said much more happily as she landed in the dark of an alley, not far from the club.

�� Jescele landed right behind her, and they walked the short distance to the club entrance. As always, there was a very long line to get into the club, the Purple Kat Kage was one of the most popular nightclubs in town, and the surrounding area. Some nights it seemed half of Japan showed up.

�� But the two had a way around all that. They stopped at the front of the line. In a mock innocent schoolgirl voice, Jescele began, "Gee, there sure is a big line." She brought one of her fingers to her lips, just barely biting the tip of her nail in a seductive manner.

�� In a similar fashion, Kargue added, "I sure hope we can get in."

�� The two unusual bouncers at the door exchanged naughty looks. Both men were rather tall, and of very muscular build. They wore the club's logo of a purple tiger-woman looking suggestively chained on their shirts. But the unusual part about them was that their skin was dark purple, as were all the bartenders and other attendants. It was part of the club's gig, hence the name...or so everyone thought.

�� The bouncers stepped aside, and a tall, pale, and slim woman walked out from between them. Her hair was purple black, and she had purple designs painted on her face that branched from her left eye to her purple lips. On her head was a set of furry purple cat ears, and she wore a tight shirt with the purple cat woman, only her shirt had the feline lying seductive holding a whip.

�� "You two are late." She remarked to Jescele and Kargue. "Get in here already, I have Mango DJing tonight."

�� The two rushed in right behind the woman. "Issa! You didn?t say you got Mango this week!" Jescele squealed as more purple men opened the club doors at the end of the entrance hall.

�� Inside the club, the whole world was throbbing to the beat of the music and the rhythm of the dancing.

�� "Alright, you all know that Mango is a natural aphrodisiac, so let me give you something to grind to...and as always, feel free to Take It Off!" A man's voice announced over the end of the mix as a faster beat was started.

�� Jescele stared across the club to the balcony where DJ Mango was setting his tracks. He barely looked older than her, had blonde hair with blue streaks, and what seemed to be red eyes. He's lips were snow white, and his skin was a very light tan. Mango was quite tall, probably just at six feet.

�� "Look, Xenta's at the bar." Kargue told Jescele as she pulled her from her trance staring at the entrance.

�� "He?s so pretty..."Jescele mused, letting Kargue lead her away.

�� "Xenta, why don't you introduce us to your friends." Kargue stared, looking over the hoard of men gathered around the sexy med-height brunette.

�� "Certainly." Xenta began, passing both Kargue and Jescele a drink. "Guys, this is Silver and Kargue. Kargue, Silver, these are the guys." She ended with a naughty smirk.

�� Jescele smiled evilly. This is perfect, just what I need to get Sexy off my mind. She downed her drink and grabbed a guy, pulling him onto the dance floor. It wasn't long until she was surrounded by men.

�� Kargue and Xenta sat at a table with all of her "guys". And it wasn?t long before Xenta excused herself to go to the bathroom, and half the hoard went with her.

Much Later that same Night...

�� Eskargue and Jescele were on their way home. Jescele was behind Kargue by a good fifteen minutes. She rocketed straight up and disappeared over the lip of Kami Tower much sooner than Jescele.

�� When the young Jadeon landed on the platform, it was deadly silent, and completely dark. With her still human eyes she couldn?t see much. "Eskargue?" She whispered, taking a few steps forward.

�� Suddenly all the bright lights of the platform flashed on. The extreme change in light temporarily blinded Jescele. She shielded her eyes the best she could, but it was too late. Her vision was lost for now.

�� Oh shit! Please no, please...She begged silently, knowing well what was coming.

�� His attack on her was swift, delivered with deadly aim and accuracy. Dende knew how to control and punish his Jadeon pet well. He delivered a powerful kick to her back, right between where her wings should be. Despite the fact that she was in a human form, she was still Jadeon. This was Jescele's only true weakness; a powerful blow to that section of her spine could temporarily paralyze her. All her muscles relaxed, and she began to fall. But Dende grabbed her by the back of the neck, holding her in a standing position. He grabbed her right arm and twisted it behind her back in an unnatural way. Jescele could do nothing, but listen to the sound of her own bones breaking and her shoulder popping out of the socket. Now he turned her to face him.

�� "Do you not understand what I mean when I say I own you!" His hand now tightened around her throat. "It means that I tell you what to do, when to do it, and where!"

�� Jescele had now recovered enough feeling that she could stand on her own. She looked around and found Eskargue, being held in place by her own brother, Kamiccolo. It hurt deeply to watch Jescele beaten savagely again for something that wasn?t even really her fault. Her tears had smeared her make-up, so that she now looked half peach, and half green.

�� I wonder what it's like to cry...what is a tear, anyway? Jescele thought, feeling starting to return to her body, being replace by physical pain. Her sight was repaired now, fully adjusted to the bright light.

�� For his piece de resistance, Dende delivered a roundhouse kick to her upper body. She was thrown violently to the ground, her head clanking against the marble of the landing platform. Now she was in greater pain, and very dazed.

�� "This time you won't heal so quickly!" He growled, preparing to start again on her fallen, unmoving form. But surprisingly, Frieza stepped in.

�� "Dende stop this! You well end up really hurting her!" He shouted from the entrance of the platform. The look on the handsome Ice-jin's face was very unique; he seemed startled by his own actions.

�� The angry Namekian turned to him fiercely. "That is the point, you gray idiot. You would be wise not to mettle in my affairs, Frieza." He said hotly, leaving Jescele where she lay, and gesturing for Kamiccolo to bring his sister inside.

Frieza stayed out on the platform. He could tell she wasn?t getting up. He took one step toward her and stopped. Her eyes were closed. She seemed quite unconscious.

"You seem to get into a lot of trouble lately, my precious. Someone needs to make sure nothing happens to you." He lifted her in his arms, and carried her to her room.

But Jescele neither saw nor heard any of what took place. Her mind was blank, and her body the most painful type of numb.

Silky smooth
Lips as sweet as candy, baby
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak

Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
What it feels like for a girl

Later In Jescele's Room...

�� How Jescele got back to her room she had no idea. But she was there, sitting in the middle of her bed, still dazed, but in considerably less pain. Her major wounds had healed to nothing more than irritations.

�� Suddenly a painful scream broke the silence, and Jescele's stupor.

�� "Kargue? Eskargue!"

Jescele knew she was being punished. She followed the scream, enraged by what she found. Kamiccolo had Eskargue pinned on her bed and a bruise on her face.

"You sick fucker! Get away from her!" Jescele screamed, now in her natural form. Nothing was going to stop her from protecting Eskargue.

Jescele always hated Kamiccolo. Even his name made her angry, Dende's sick joke, putting the names Kami and Piccolo together. And attempting to rape his own sister was enough to push Jescele over the edge, not care what punishment Dende would give her. What Kamiccolo did to her was enough; she wouldn't let it happen to Eskargue.

In her blind fury, Jescele saw Dende as she lunged for Kamiccolo, her claws fully extended. He was caught off guard. The female Jadeon's attack was so fast and aggressive that she began to frighten Eskargue.

At the same Time on the Landing Platform...

�� "So, she hasn't figured it out yet?" A male voice asked pretentiously.

� �� Dende's head snapped up to look at the approaching figure. "Goten! I don't know why I haven't killed you yet, you being a Son and all." Dende mused sadistically.

�� "Gee, thanks Dende. That's so kind of you. I don't care about them. My brother is a psycho, Mr. Oh So Holy; my father doesn't care about me, and if you don't kill him one day, I will. But my mother..." Goten just seemed to trail off, landing near Dende.

�� "Do you have a point!?" Dende bellowed irritatedly.

�� "If she figured out she's stronger than you, you're done for, dad. That's why I have never tried to kill you myself. Eventually, that little seventeen year old will figure out that she can set herself free. You?ve seen it lately, haven't you? Jescele becomes more and more defiant with each day. She'll figure it out, Dende. You can't get away with mass murder forever. And after she kills you, I'll take out that Mini-You, and take over your entire Empire!" Goten burst into a fit of laughter that quickly subsided. "Anyway, Silver will figure out you destroyed her people, and when she does...well, let's just say I'll be waiting. Oh, and how is your little pet project, those white star ruby dragon balls? I wonder what an evil Shenlong would look like. I hope you call it before she kills you." Goten paused to grin maliciously at Dende.

�� "Are you done? Leave before I am forced to kill you for your impudence!: Dende shouted, highly enraged. He stood on the platform seeing Goten off, to guarantee he actually left.�

Back in Eskargue's Room...

�� The entire length of Goten's discourse, Jescele had been beating Kamiccolo with a vicious, evil glee. She yearned to kill him, to feel his heart beat it's last. She suddenly noticed Eskargue, who had been staring in shock, kneeling on her bed.

�� "Kargue, want to give me a hand?" She said, much too cheerfully for what she was going. Now she grabbed one of Kamiccolo's hands, elongating his whole arm. Her bladed tail snapped out from behind her with the speed of a bulla whip. His arm fell, but his hand remained in Jescele's grasp. She tossed it toward Eskargue. "There, I'll give you one!"

�� Eskargue stared down at her brother's severed hand just inches from her on her bed. "Jescele don?t kill him! Don't kill him!" She screamed.

�� Her screams caught Jescele's attention. She looked away from Kamiccolo, ceasing her attack on him, and came towards Kargue menacingly. The half-Namekian could tell it wouldn't be good.

�� But that little break in the action was all Kamiccolo needed to regenerate his hand and get ready to fight. He lunged toward Jescele, grabbed her, and flipped her over him. Her body slammed through the wall that lay behind. She rebounded in the next room, waiting form him. He rushed her yet again, and she crashed with him through a second wall. They were now on the platform, hands grasped together in a show of strength. But Jescele had an advantage: her tail. Her tail slashed up from at her side, through Kamiccolo?s left arm, and using the flat of her blade, she rendered him unconscious in one fluid motion. But she wasn't done yet.

�� Jescele wanted a trophy. She had defeated one of the great torments, demons, in her life. She wanted something to show for it, and the severed arm wasn?t satisfactory. She wanted his still beating heart. The young Jadeon was about to start in on her work when a shout from behind halted her.

�� "Kamiccolo!" Dende rushed to his son's side, knocking Jescele back. "Leave Jescele, or I really will kill you!" He bent down, and using his healing power, he began to heal Kamiccolo's wounds.

�� But Jescele wasn?t leaving, and Dende left himself wide open. Chances like this were too rare; she had to try it...

�� "[1]Var mi forn!" Jescele crouched down, the tips of her claws just barely touching the ground. "[2]Var Kargue!" Her muscle's tightened, she prepared. "[3]Var Tierra-Su!" She screamed, charging Dende.

�� But Dende wasn't as vulnerable as she believed. With amazing speed, he stood and kneed her in the gut. All the air was knocked out of her lungs. He grabbed her head, slamming her bare forehead into his other knee. Dende then went for the weak point between her wings, now that she was doubled over with her back exposed. But her wings went up, touching together, protecting her. He grabbed one wing, fully intent on ripping it off, when her tail wrapped around his throat, the blade out.

�� Dende grabbed hold of her tail and yanked down as hard and fast as he could. Several vertebra were disconnected, and muscle torn as her tail went limp long enough for him to escape her chokehold. He began on her again. She tried to fight back, but it was no use, her body had gone through too much already that day. And Dende was too powerful and skilled. He knocked her to the ground, going for the weakness between her wings. Again they arched, preventing the paralyzing blow.�

�� "Such pretty little things." He remarked twistedly as he tore the wings from her back, one at a time. She released an earsplitting shriek of pain. She had never had her wings ripped from her back before. Jescele tried to flip over; she could feel her hot blood pouring from the tears in her back, down her sides and over her tail. But Dende held her down, and delivered the paralyzing back blow.

�� She lay on the ground in a heap, a pool of blood beginning to form around her. He picked her up by the throat, and walked to the edge of the Tower. "You went too far this time. And I don't think anyone cares enough about you to try to save you. You are nothing more than a toy, Jescele, a tool. Good-bye, Agent Silver. It was fun while it lasted!" He held her over the edge, intent on killing her.

�� "Go...go ahead...Dende! Under you...there are...worse things...then death!" She managed as the defeat crept into her body, the cold of blood loss, and the painful numb of the back blow.

�� Her vision blurred, her mind slowly, and her body dropped as he released his grip on her.

�� Let it end. Don't fight the nothingness, no one cares anyway. The air whipped around her, whistling in her ears. If Dende doesn't want me, no one does...who would want to save a monster... Then everything went black.

�� Suddenly it stopped. Her body was no longer falling. No, in fact she was being lifted. Strong comforting arms held her close. A body that was only used to ravishings was now held gently, with care.

�� "I don't know you are, but you look like you could use some help. And I know just the person." Jescele's knight in shining blonde hair said.

In the Son Home...

�� In the flight, out hero noticed that his damsel in distress wasn't actually human. Her wings kept trying to regenerate, and were having a really hard time of it. Not to mention she had a tail, and the claws and horns were a pretty big give away.

�� But now she lay on the spare bed in Chi-Chi's house.

�� "Gokou! How long does it take to get a towel?" Chi-Chi shouted to her husband in the next room. "I thought Gohan said she wasn?' human, but what do you think?" A very young looking Chi-Chi asked. In fact, she only looked to be about twenty-nine. It was an after effect of her marriage to Dende. Once he discovered she was Jurian, the point of aging so quickly was useless.�

�� "Gee, she sure looks human to me. Someone messed her up real bad though. I haven't seen anyone that messed up since Xenta went up against Agent Silver." Gokou chirped happily.

�� "Actually," Chi-Chi started again with her unknown patient, " you were more severely injured in that fight than Xenta was. That girl is really amazing. I've seen her put Gohan on the ropes a few times in practice when she gets partly phased tiger. Even Vegeta has been bested a few times by her." Her voice changed to a tone of disgust, "It's just that damn Agent Silver. Only Kami knows what the hell she is...I say she's a demon, and someone needs to cut her head off!" Chi-Chi looked over her bandaged client. "She definitely needs new clothes.'"She went off to her room. "Don't touch her Gokou!" Moments later she added, "And stop staring!"

�� Gokou left the room. Chi-Chi went in and the closed door.

At Kami Tower...

�� "He what!!" Frieza screamed at Mr. Popo and Zarbon. "How dare that fucking green prick kill my...uh," He now faltered. What would he call her? He didn't know exactly how he felt about her, but whatever it was, he was very, deeply upset that she was gone from his life. He glanced from Popo to Zarbon, "oh, it's just you! How dare Dende kill my little pet! I wanted to keep her forever!" He began to power up. "Come on!" Frieza shouted to Zarbon. "I got a bone to pick with that son of a bitch."

In Dende's Chamber...

�� Dende sat at his throne, swirling a glass of some purple colored spirit. Soft foots steps called him from his contemplations.

�� "Ah, Eskargue my dear. I was hoping to speak with you." Dende stated slyly. "It was rather an important matter."

�� "You summoned, what it is you want from me?" She answered as respectfully as she could, standing just feet from her father.

�� "This is about the inquiry you made about Agent Silver's whereabouts earlier. To answer you, where she is...hmm, I would have to guess, about parking lot 4, level 2." He sneered at her, pleased with the confusion oh her face. "That is to say she is dead. A most unfortunate accident. She fell off the Tower after she had fainted. Kamiccolo bested her, of course. She brought that on herself." He waited for the death of Kargue's best, closest, and almost only friend to sink in. He didn't want her thinking too clearly. "But..."

�� "But what?" Eskargue asked desperately, tears forming in her eyes.

�� "But you could bring her back. I need you to help me finish the white star ruby dragon balls."

�� "Why me, father? I'm not even fully Namekian." She replied, wary of some sort of trick on Dende's part.

�� He rose from his throne, setting down his glass, and leading her by the arm. "That is why I need you. Your human side is what makes you the perfect master of these new dragon balls." And I'll be your master. He smiled, the look on his face disturbed Kargue. "You see, these are to be a new, master type of dragon balls. They will not disperse themselves to all corners of the world once they have completed their task. And they will not turn to stone. Theses dragon balls will simply be inactive for the duration of one year." He finished explaining.

�� "How many wishes will these new balls grant?" She asked, still suspicious, but hopeful she could save her friend.

�� "Now, that part all depends on you, my dear. And I believe that you have the ability to instill three wishes into these balls." Dende responded.

�� Eskargue dropped her head in deep thought. Her raven hair fell about her face like a curtain, only her pale green antennae showing through the veil of shimmering black. Slowly she raised her head, the sable pall again revealing her face. In an ominous voice, she answered, "Show me what must be done."

About an Hour Later...

�� "Dende! Show yourself you little coward! Dende you prick!" Frieza yelled as he charged through the halls of Kami Tower. Zarbon had done a pretty good job of keeping the Ice-jin from going on a rampage, but he couldn?t be stopped for long. "You fucking coward! Too afraid to go up against a real fighter? You can kill cowering little girls, but not face an actual challenge?!" Frieza continued taunting, his upset emotions and anger compromising his better judgment. He burst through the large steel doors to Dende?s inner sanctum.

�� Dende sipped his glass slowly, watching the enraged Ice-jin appear from the dark of the hall. His anger was so extreme his crimson irises glowed red in the dim light. Calmly Dende set down his glass.

�� "Can I help you, Frieza?" He asked smugly, with a half sneer.

�� "Where do you get off killing my Jescele?!" Frieza shouted.

�� "What? What was that I heard? Your Jescele? Well, well, well. Has the Prince of Ice developed an attachment? A weakness?" Dende smirked, his green brow raised in bemusement. "And for my little doll?"

�� The phrase had escaped Frieza glossy black lips before he even realized what he was saying. Inside, he was shaken, but he would not show Dende. How could he play this off? He raised his head slightly in indignation, looking down his nose at the seated, smirking figure.

�� "Yes...Well, this may be new to you, but I fully planned to take her with me when I returned to my Father." Frieza sneered; he had to play it cool. He couldn't let Dende know, especially if he wouldn't admit it to himself.

�� "Hmmm, interesting theory. But why don't you come back in an hour." Dende rose from his seat, walking toward the curtained off section behind him. "I'll kill you then. I?m much too busy at the moment."

�� "What! Don't you turn your back on me!" Frieza shouted, taking a step forward.

�� Dende turned fiercely. "Oh no, Frieza, don?t you turn your back on me! If you are so hell bent on dying, come back later!" Dende spat, disappearing behind the curtain.

�� "Ahhh! You fucking bitch!" Frieza screamed in aggravation, his ki suddenly jolting high with his outburst, shattering the bottle of alcohol at Dende side table, spraying his red velvet with a deep purple. With his eyes till glowing, he walked back down the hall. He growled in anger as he walked, Zarbon right by his side.

Back In the Son Home...

�� Jescele slept the entire time she was in the Son home. She had now been in Chi-Chi's care for almost an entire day, now that the sun was beginning to set. Instinctively, her subconscious had morphed her into a human, so no one knew that they were actually caring for one of their biggest enemies, Agent Silver. The light of the setting sun fell on her face, rousing her from the most restful sleep she had gotten since she was eleven, since she was attractive like a woman. Her eyes opened slowly, surveying the strange room in which she was. Jescele sat up, bringing one hand to her head as she thought.

�� Oh, what the Hfil happened? Uh...I remember fighting, then I was falling, and then...my sexy blonde! Oh Fuck! Kargue must be so worried! I have to get back! I know Dende didn't mean to do it, I know...I just went to far, I should have known better. I just went to far with Kamiccolo. I have to get back!

�� She stood up, and glanced at herself in the mirror for a moment. It was the first time she actually saw herself in a dress. The Japanese style fit her well, hugging her body like a glove. Seeing herself like that made her feel some unexplainable emotion-for a moment she saw herself as a person. But that thought was quickly dismissed from her mind, all her thoughts getting back to Kami Tower. Sure, it was hell there, but it was still home, it was all she really knew. The summer breeze called her from her silent reflection.

�� Jescele stood at the open window. She closed her eyes, and breathed deep. Thank you, who ever you are...maybe one day I'll see you again. When she opened her eyes again they were a shimmering gray; she was once again fully Jadeon. Slinking out the window, she wondered exactly what direction Kami Tower was in, but the dread that tugged at her told her it lay before her. Flaring her wings, she flew toward the fading sun, back to her home, back to her hell.

�� She felt like she had never flown so fast before in her life. The only things on her mind were begging Dende to forgive her and take her back, and if she and Kargue could go out again to see Xenta at the club.

�� But as she flew one way, another figure flew high above her in the opposite direction. Goten knew that spread pair of wings very well. Jescele never even detected his ki as she sped toward home.

�� What the Hell was Silver doing in my mother's home?! Dende wouldn't...no...NO! Mother!

In Eskargue's Quarters...

�� Kargue sat on her bed, her open window behind her. The hot summer breeze was beginning to cool slightly in the dimming light. Her clubbing purse sat beside her, and she pulled the flesh toned compact from it, looking at her face in the mirror.

�� These dragon balls take so long...I wonder what it's like to be dead...poor Jescele, I wonder if this will change her at all. Will she still want to go to clubs and stuff? ...I...I wonder if she went to hell...

�� "I miss you so much Jescele!" Eskargue said to her reflection.

�� "Why?" A familiar voice asked from behind her in a puzzled tone.

�� "Because you're dead." Kargue answered. Suddenly her eyes widened as Jescele's face popped up behind her in the small mirror. She snapped the compact shut and turned to Jescele. Eskargue stared at her doubtfully, and reached forward to poke her in the chest. "You're alive! Jescele you're not dead!" Kargue grabbed her, hugging her tight.

�� "Uh, yeah. Of course I'm alive...why wouldn't I be?" Jescele answered in a "duh" sort of voice, and then continued looking at her incredulously. "You never got this upset about me being gone overnight before..." She trailed off, wondering what Dende must have told her.

�� "He said you were dead! That Kamiccolo kicked your ass, and threw you off the Tower. Thank-you, by the way...for protecting me."

�� "No sweat." Jescele answered absent-mindedly. No, it wasn't Kamiccolo... Or was it? Why would he lie to her?... "I have to go apologize to Dende...but why don?t you start to put your make-up on? Mango is still DJing at the Kage. I want to go again." She ended, exiting Kargue's room, and making her way to Dende's personal quarters.

In Piccolo's Detainment...

�� No! It's growing! This evil...this is even beyond Dende. Whose pure heart has he made corrupt and black now? I never should have let him live...Little brother...

�� Piccolo could remember that day so clearly...

�� Dende slammed against the solid marble wall hard. Piccolo couldn't control his anger, couldn?t believe what his little brother had just boasted to him about.

�� "How could you? An entire race Dende! Their whole race?! And you...you're Kami!" Piccolo yelled at him, his feelings so terribly torn. He had known the Jadeon people well; Baylynn was one of his closed friends. And Dende, his little brother, had been there murderer!

�� Dende opened his mouth as if to speak, but Piccolo grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him against the wall again, the feet of solid stone creaking from the force. Deep purple blood trickled from Dende's lips as they turned up into a smirk.

�� "Aren't you...aren't you at least...impressed by my power, Demon King?" Dende choked out, staring intensely into Piccolo's eyes.

�� Piccolo released his hold on Dende, who just barely stood up straight. "How could I be impressed? You're a monster!" Piccolo's stoic inside was broken. He wanted to break down into tears. His brother was a murdering monster! No, no he couldn't be, he just couldn't be! Piccolo was in such torment...He had vowed to kill the one who had wiped out the Jadeon people; he had made a promise. But he couldn't kill his little brother, he couldn't kill Dende.

�� The present again crept back to him as he realized he had a 'package'. A small black box sat on his dresser. A note sat on top of it:

�� "Do you recognize this, Demon King? Are you tempted...or just a coward? How ironic is it that you're little brother follows your path!"

�� Piccolo crumpled the note in anger. His days as Demon King Piccolo were something he never wanted to think about. Those shameful days were behind him, and he would reconcile for all his evil works. He picked up the box, curious as to what the note was referring.

The box was small, much smaller than the large Namekian's hand. It was completely black on one side, and completely silver on the other. Into the black wood was a carving of a female version of Porunga with a star on its forehead. The engraving was colored white, a shocking contrast to the black. The silver side was untouched. Piccolo opened the box. With eyes wide from shock, he dropped the box, it's single content rolling across the floor, then vanishing into a shadow, along with the box itself.��

In Dende's Chambers...

�� As was usual, Dende was sitting in his throne of a chair. The energizing dragon balls lay on a pedestal beside him, covered by a thick silk sheet. He sat bored, waiting for his new devices of evil to be finished. Hmmm, poor child, she never even suspected what these new dragon balls will and have already done to her. Almost a shame she has to forfeit her pure heart and soul to created them...but soon, soon enough they will be ready, and my true plans will unfold. Jescele?s death was just the first part... An evil grin crept across his face as his thought of what was to come. He had been waiting almost nineteen years for this, and the thought that his operation was close at hand thrilled him.

�� Dende was called away from his silent revelries as a form approached his sheer curtains that were the main entrance to his personal foyer. She parted the sheers and entered quickly, kneeling before Dende with her head on the marble floor. Dende's eyes widened, he couldn't believe she was alive.

�� "Silver?! But how? How can you be alive!" He shouted, rising from his seat in surprise.

�� Still submissive before him, she answered respectfully. "I do not know, my Lord." She lied. "Please, master, I did not mean to disobey you. It is all my fault...please forgive me. I had no right to act as I did. I beg you to forgive me."

�� Dende stood, looking down on her for several moments before acting. He kneeled down, and taking Jescele by the hands, gently raised her to her feet. Then he cradled her in his embrace, so softly. "Quiet, Jescele." He whispered, his lips caressing her ear lobe as he spoke. "I know you can't help it." Dende pulled her closer, pressing her body against him. He began to kiss her neck, almost caringly. His kisses continued upward until he meet her lips. But this rare, delicate, almost loving kiss was soon broken for his hand wrapped around her throat. He forced Jescele to her knees, and glared down at her coldly. "Don't let it happen again!"

�� "I won't!" She choked out, desperate for air.

�� He released her throat. ?Get up.? He commanded frigidly.

�� She did so, and cast down her eyes as she reverently began. "Master Dende? May Eskargue and myself go out tonight?"

�� "Fine." He answered simply.

�� Immediately she turned to leave. She was not but a foot from him when he questioned, "Jescele?"

�� She turned back to a punch in the face that knocked her to the ground. She brought her hand up to her face, slightly stunned by the searing pain.

�� "Make sure this never happens again!" He began to walk toward his bedroom, "When you return, come to my room, is that understood?"

�� "Ye...Yes, Dende-sama!" She answered, slowly rising from the floor and exiting for Kargue's room.

[1] Jadeon- For my pain.

[2] Jadeon- For Eskargue.

[3] Jadeon- For Earth.

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