Subsisting The Requiem

Inebriated With Words

I hurriedly shoved up off the boy, freezing as I knew the future consequences if I were to try and escape. Malice fought to flood my words, heat my blood to higher grounds, at stakes that were pushing it. I ran my tongue across my lips to relinquish the dryness, and blinked my viridian irises, brightening the gilded flecks of amber littered within. Why was it each of them were so sickly observant? Poisonously scraping their eyes across my voluptuous frame, lingering upon areas in which they were more persistent in finding out about.

And, as odd as it struck her, it was the boy, that looked near to age of 10, that questioned out of the blue,

"Hey, so why is it you are here?" He glanced up her way with discoidal, ebony eyes, dark eyebrow ridges set high with a sense of mixed curiosity.

I allowed a stiff leer, as well as a twisted upturn of the corner of my mouth to let the malice some freedom, and stared hard at the boy through the slits of my eyes,

"If it is so important to your persistent act, I was sent here to obliterate this planet." She glanced around with the help of her peripherals, green eyes teeming with the uprisen sickness for the place, "And might I say, despite it being more fertile then other planets, I will do it good going."

The boy looked up, furious. He clenched his fists to his side, a plethora of veins running up and down along his forearms, pumping blood like frightened little children, scrambling for an exit. I could see true, white anger erupting within his dark eyes, and before I knew it, he had exploded, jabbing a battalion of punches unseen to the naked eye. He was, though, at a speed I could predict, and I managed to throw off every single stab or strike for my face, neck, or abdomen. The boy grew slightly breathless, seizing his onslaught while I stood there with a dark eyebrow cocked, the words arched within the fine hairs,

"Somebody is against that idea, I suppose." I stated venomously, pulling my arms up to fold along my chest.

Trunks then was angered with my plausible way to fend off Gohan's plurality of attacks, and he attempted to nail me directly in the chin. I merely felt the tapered tip of the point of his shoe brush the edge of my skin before I jerked back, lashing out with a leg to sustain my balance behind, so I would not fall.

Trunks almost instantly brought his leg back down, and threw his fist in a swift, direct motion towards my face. I bent down; I felt the pops emerging from my back. I was nearly in a backbend as I felt placement slow, I felt the air rushing into my respiratory system, my muscles straining with the complex movement.

I didn't understand why they all had to gang up on me. Goku swept my feet right out from under me, and, just as I was about to create contact with the ground, he lashed out, fingers folding around the material of my attire directly beneath my breasts like the teeth of a tiger.

His eyes no longer expressed the kindness once shown at my introduction. They were a deep, obsidian shined-over black, glossed with hatred, and irritation. He lifted me up, off of the ground, and I truthfully felt sheer terror spiral in electric loops throughout my body.

Without looking from the death glare he glazed over my soul, he spoke to the Namek, "Piccolo, would it be okay if Gohan were to stay with you tonight?" His tone was almost a growl, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

The Namekian gave a sharp clear nod, and placed a hand lightly on the boys shoulder, in an act of pulling him back, away from me.

Goku then turned to Trunks, and the Prince,

"We'll finish this session another time. For now, go back to Capsule Corp.," He then glanced to the midget, running his free, massive hand through his dark hair,

"Back to Kami." He gave a small dip of his head, the sun reflecting due to the sheen, hairless surface.

They all took off, white, filmy auras surrounding their frames as they shot in divergent directions.

I then returned my attention to Goku, who was oddly pressing quite hard on my shoulder. He was still giving me that steel leer, chilling it was.

"As for you. I'll take care of you. Tonight." His hot breath hit my neck then, and that was when I realized. My pressure point. No. It was too late. Blackness was a hot blanket over my vision, refusing to be thrown off. The last thing I felt was him picking me up, as well as flying off. It was a hot dream from there on.

【A/N: Ughhh, I am so sorry for taking so long to update this! I've been so caught up with school, and cheerleading, and there's this boy.. Anyways. I'll try to update in a sooner time before it took me to update today.😅 Anyways, Goku is somewhat of a deviant in here eh?😉 Also please do comment and review! Anyways,

e n j o y.】