Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lesser of Two Evils ❯ Malicious ( Chapter 8 )

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Lesser of Two Evils
By Pixelgoddess

Pairings – Radditz/Piccolo to start
Warning – Sex, smut, violence. You know – the usual.
BDSM, Torture. Cannibalism? Possible squick. Character death – but you might like it. Yaoi – as in M/M, with hints of non-con.
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Summary – The first person Radditz meets on Earth is Demon Lord Piccolo, resulting in a frenzy of violent sex and violent death as the pair submits to their darkest passions.

Chapter 8 - Malicious

I hover overhead, watching the insects engaging in their ridiculous sport, oblivious to their danger. I am sorely tempted to just blast the entire arena, just for the joy of it, but until I am healed I cannot afford to waste ki on wholesale destruction. I smirk – that won’t keep me from killing these creatures; I’ll just be more selective about it.

I look for the one whose ki led me here, but while I can sense his presence I cannot see him. I am about to bellow his name, calling him out, when the weakling appears to loud cheers from the crowd. I can’t help but sneer at his arrogant attitude as he parades around, swinging a stick and flexing his tiny muscles. He hits a ball thrown at him and begins running around a huge square drawn on the ground, chasing three other weaklings who had been standing at the corners. The noise level becomes unbearable as he continues running, apparently with the intent of catching up with the other three who are now waiting at the fourth corner.

I drop from the sky and land directly in Yamcha’s path, midway between the third and fourth corners, preventing him from attaining his goal. I cross my arms, watching with amusement as recognition crosses his face.

“Piccolo?!” he squeals, screeching to a halt just inches from me. “What – what - ?”

“Oh good,” I sneer, “You didn’t forget me.” A grab him by the collar and rocket straight up, the weakling struggling in my grasp. Some of his blows manage to connect with my injuries and I growl angrily, “Stop!” I fire a blast at a section of bleachers, killing several dozen. I scowl. If I were fully healed I could have destroyed hundreds with a single attack. “That was your only warning. If you continue this foolish resistance, their deaths will be your fault.”

“What do you want?” he trembles, glancing down nervously. He has finally realized his precarious position – humans can’t fly; if I open my hand he falls to his death.

“Beans,” I say simply.

He looks at me in utter confusion. “What?”

“Are you that much of a fool?” I scowl. “The healing beans. I want them.”

He glances down at the room he came out of, before looking back at me. “I don’t have any,” he says stubbornly. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t give them to you.”

I shake my head at his foolish attempt – it is obvious he is lying. I was originally going to give him a relatively quick, if painful death, but his action has sentenced him to an agony he can’t even begin to comprehend. There are more ways to destroy a person than to damage their body.

“Lying to me is fatal.” I look down at the insects gathered far below us. There is a convenient cluster of them wearing outfits similar to the scarred insect I hold, but in a different color combination. “Those weaklings below will pay for your mistake.” I filter my ki through my antennae, smirking as they shudder from the energy racing through their bodies. When they collapse, their corpses are smoking.

“No!” he shouts, horrified.

“I warned you; their deaths are your responsibility.” I chuckle, baring my fangs, “But I imagine you’ve won the game since the other team will have to forfeit now.” I raise my hand and aim it at a section of crowded bleachers. “Don’t lie to me again. Beans. Now.”

“They’re- they’re in my locker,” he stammers.

“I thought you were supposed to be some kind of hero to these people – a great sports star. How does it feel standing on that pedestal, staring down at the corpses at your feet? Think of the lives you could have saved by telling me that in the first place,” I sneer, enjoying the way his face turns pale as he realizes what he has done. I fly slightly closer to the ground – I don’t want to kill this insect until I get what I came for. When I drop him, he screams in shock as he falls, but lands well enough not to break any bones. I notice the look of relief on his face and smirk. He thinks he has a chance to do something to stop me now. I stretch an arm and drag back a blonde female child, enjoying the look of horror on his face at her terrified screams.

“Hurry back,” I chuckle, “Don’t do anything foolish while you are gone…you wouldn’t want me to get impatient and break my toy.”

“Please…” he begs, “Don’t…”

“You’re wasting time,” I say, squeezing her throat tighter, finally cutting the piercing shrieks down to something bearable. He turns and bolts while I laugh. I turn my attention to the girl, smirking at her wide blue eyes. “Do you know who I am?”

“N-no,” she gasps.

“I am the Demon Lord Piccolo – and I am going to rule this world. Are you afraid of me?”

“N-,” she begins before I dig my sharpened nails into her shoulder, “YES!” she screams at the pain.

I chuckle. These insects are so easy to manipulate. “Are those people you were with your family…your friends?” As soon as I had dragged her over, I had thrown a ki barrier around the stadium, trapping my victims, slicing through some who were too slow to complete their escape. It was depleting my energy, but once I had the bean it would be restored. The screams of pain and the stink of panic they gave off was intoxicating and well worth the expenditure of ki.

“Fr-friends from sc-school,” she stutters, tears in her eyes. “My-my-br-brother.”

I grin at the dark-haired boy with a scarf around his neck; he’s yelling up at me, demanding I give his sister back. “I’m going to kill him, you know.” I bare my teeth at her, loving the aroma of fear she is giving off, her anguished sobs music. “Although there is a way for you to save him.”

“How?” she chokes, barely able to speak in her terror. “Please don’t hurt him – he’s all I have left.”

I carefully slice the tender flesh of her face with my sharpened nails as I brush back her blonde hair, smiling at the horrified reaction in her blue eyes. “By dying in his place.” The dawning, the terror…I have waited so long for this – my birthright.

“That’s not fair,” she sobs.

“So? If you live, then your brother dies. It’s up to you. I will give you a choice however…” I pause and lick the blood trickling down her face, enjoying how she whimpers and trembles at the touch. “I kill you slowly,” I open another cut on her face, “painfully, slicing you to ribbons until even your brother won’t recognize you…” She makes a choked sob and I smirk at her; this child will help destroy Son Goku’s legacy. “Or…that scarred ‘hero’ kills you.”

“Yam-cha?” she chokes, “He’d never-.”

I grin and slice her again, loving her pained gasps, “I hope not. I can do this for hours – I enjoy watching my victims cry. I wonder how long it will take you to die.” I ignore her weeping as the weakling returns.

He holds up a bag and shouts, “I have them! I have the senzu! Let her go!”

I land and surround us with ki – I don’t want anyone to interfere. I release my hold on her neck, only to wrap an arm around her, pressing her back tight against my chest. I can feel her shiver at the contact and sneer at her fear. “Not yet. Give me one,” I demand.

“Let her go, Piccolo. She can’t hurt you.”

“True – but I can hurt her.” I drag my fingers through her hair, pulling it roughly, chuckling as she whimpers. “She’s not going anywhere.” I glance over where her brother is trying to break through the barrier to get to his sister and smirk at her painful wails as I drag my nails over her stomach. “The more time you take to give me what I want, the more time I have to torture her. I have all day. Does she?” I scowl at his obvious attempt to stall. I don’t want him to realize I’ve reached my limit of ki – if he resists now I will be hard-pressed to defeat him. “Now give them to me.”

He obviously doesn’t want to, but he obeys, putting a bean in my hand. I chew it thoughtfully. I hadn’t imagined it last time – I can feel cuts closing and bones mending. My ki begins to climb, but I quickly push it down – I don’t want Radditz to know I am healed already. “If you weren’t such a coward,” I laugh, “You might have defeated me. But it is too late now.” I snatch the bag out of his hand, and am disappointed to find there are only a few beans left. “This isn’t enough. I want more.”

“That’s all I have, honest. You’ve gotten what you want. Please let her go. Leave.”

“If I leave now, everyone here dies – painfully. Is that what you want?” Some weaklings wearing uniforms and holding weapons are foolishly approaching, not realizing they can’t get to me even though I can destroy them effortlessly. I fire bolts of ki at them, piercing their bodies, leaving them crippled and moaning in agony. “Why don’t I start with them?” I chuckle, aiming at the girl’s friends.

“Stop!” he shouts. “They are only children,” he pleads as I leisurely begin picking them off one at a time.

“No! You promised!” she cries, struggling in my grasp.

I stop and spin the girl around, admiring the crisscross of cuts on her face and stomach. Her tears have mixed with her blood, making her appear beautifully horrifying. If I allowed this insect to live she would be permanently scarred. “Choose now or I kill them all.”

“That’s not fair!” she cries. “Yamcha isn’t a monster like you are.”

“Don’t be so sure, little girl,” I hiss in her ear. “He has blood on his hands as well.”

She stares at me in wide-eyed horror as she realizes I am serious. I breathe in her terror and smile, baring my fangs. “I haven’t even started ripping you apart with my teeth, girl. I will give you hours of wonderful agony.”

“Leave her alone!” Yamcha demands, attacking me, trying to pull her from my grasp. I hit him hard, laughing as he stumbles back, wheezing and struggling to catch his breath.

I kill the boy standing next to her brother and she screams. “Choose girl,” I snarl, “Death at my hands or that of your ‘hero’ – otherwise the next one to die is your brother.”

“What are you doing, Piccolo?” Yamcha gasps, watching us in horror.

“Yam-Yamcha,” she stutters, trying to back away, “I-I ch-choose Ya-yamcha. D-Don’t h-hurt my br-brother. Pl-please st-stop hur-hurting me.”

I smirk. Her choice will be excellent torture for Goku’s friend. I shove her at him, It’s obvious he doesn’t understand what is happening – he tries to comfort her, telling the girl she is safe now.

“Tell him, girl,” I command, pointing a glowing finger at her brother.

“Kill me,” she whispers before breaking down sobbing.

“You heard her,” I smirk, “She wants you to be the one to kill her.”

“What?!” he gapes, wrapping his arms around her. He tries to back away, realizing with horror there is no escape; it is just the three of us in this tiny dome of energy. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I’d rather do it myself, but I did promise her she could choose her executioner.”

“How could you-? Never. I refuse.”

“She’s already chosen death. If I kill her it will be slow and painful. Maybe I will see how many times I can carve my symbol into her flesh. I can start with my nails, and then continue deeper with ki. I wonder how loudly she will scream before I rip out her tongue?”

The girl hides her face weeping, covering his uniform with her blood. I feel him building up his ki for an attack and laugh when it hits; no human could hurt me. I smirk at his horrified expression as he realizes how powerless he is against me.

“I can’t, I can’t,” he whispers, anguished tears rolling down his face. Weakling.

I shoot a blast of ki burning her back, smirking as she shrieks and falls against him. “You’d rather she suffers?”

“No,” he gasps. “Please – don’t make me do this – I… I don’t want to kill anymore. I swore-”

I shrug and blast a random section of the crowd. I was right – he had blood on his hands already. “If you don’t, everyone here dies – including her brother. If you do… one life for hundreds. Think of all the children you are saving. I’d say it is a fair exchange.”

“I won’t do it,” he says, clutching the weeping girl more tightly, “I’m not a monster like you. You’ll just have to kill me.”

I smirk. “Don’t worry. I will…eventually. But you will be the last. The very last. You will be forced to stand here and watch as I kill these insects one by one, knowing that you alone caused their deaths because you are such a pitiful coward.” I can’t help but laugh at the tears pouring from his eyes – he seen what I am capable of. He knows I mean every word I say. “Because of you, this girl will be witness to the deaths of her friends and her brother. She will look at you and hate you more and more with each new corpse. She will hate you because she knows by dying she can save them – but you are sentencing them to death.”

He sobs as my next blast destroys his teammates.

“Do you understand now, insect? There is no escape – no rescue. I will make you watch her die…slowly…agonizingly… I will bring her to the brink of death and bring her back with one of the beans – just so I can start over again. Do you want to witness that? Because I will make sure you do. I will force you to watch her die and I guarantee her death will involve days of torture. You will be helpless to stop me, knowing you could have saved this child endless torment if you weren’t such a pitiful coward. Before I am done, you will beg me to kill her. Have you ever heard the sounds someone makes as their flesh is peeled away layer by layer? It’s music.”

“No one could be that cruel,” he whispers, unbelieving.

“I can,” I laugh, “I am.”

His arms wrap more tightly around her as she collapses against him in terror. I’ve been looking forward to this for so long – I can hardly wait until this entire planet is mine to torture like this.

“Please, Yamcha,” the girl whispers, taking his shaking hands, “Save my brother.” I don’t even bother trying to hide my amusement – these creatures can be so entertaining, especially when they think they are being brave.

“No...”

“Don’t let him hurt me anymore – please.”

I scowl – he is being more stubborn than I expected. Perhaps he needs a little more prodding. “There are always the dragonballs,” I remind him. He has no way of knowing I have some of them already – even if I allowed him to live he would never be able to gather them all.

I shrug and grab her by the hair, intending to pull her back to me.

“Yamcha…,” she screams, clutching at him, nearly incoherent in pain and terror.

I raise my eye ridges when I realize he is building more ki in his hands. At the mere mention of the dragonballs he has broken – as if he is allowed to cheat death. He is now prepared to kill the girl in front of an audience. He places his hand on her chest and fires a bolt of ki at her, burning straight through her damaged body. This could easily become a favorite form of entertainment; the horrified yells and screams of the surviving spectators are a symphony. After all this time, this planet will be mine – these weaklings will be my slaves.

“I’ll get the dragonballs,” he weeps, catching her limp form as she collapses, “I’ll bring you back. This will never happen. I promise.”

I take a deep satisfied breath as the girl’s body slips from his shaking arms and crumples to the ground. He falls to his knees and beats the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“How could you?” he demands. “How could you do that to her? To me?”

I chuckle at his anguish. “Because I can, of course. Just think of all the lives you just saved.”

“You’ve got what you want. Just leave.”

“Not quite yet,” I purr, “I still want more of those beans. Where do they come from?”

“Korin’s Tower,” he mumbles, totally defeated. “I’m going to get the dragonballs – I’m going to bring these people back. Goku’s going to stop you.”

“I don't think so. I have the dragonballs and the radar… and I killed Son Goku,” I laugh. He stares up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, instantly losing hope at my words. “So are his friends – you are one of the last ones left for me to destroy… Bulma. Krillin. Roshi,” I spit out their names with distaste as I grab his wrist and begin to fly away, the weakling dangling, helpless in his grief. “All dead. There is no one left who dares to oppose me. This world belongs to Demon Lord Piccolo now.”

TBC

(Yes, that is a very young, pre-android 17 and 18 being tortured by our favorite demon.)