Advent Of The Goddess

The Origins Saga

By Shasta Musashi

Episode Two "No Need For A Succubus!"

It had been almost a week since Goku took up residence among the inhabitants of the Mazaki family and already, he had shown to fit in perfectly with the abnormal houseguests mainly due to the vast amounts of food he consummed on a daily basis and the astonishing increase in power levels he would display during training sessions further up the side of the mountain, blissfully unaware that was being oggled from afair by Ryoko.

The cyan-haired demoness had been smitten with the raven haired Saiyajin from the moment she laid eyes on him, so much so that she'd even gone off harassing Tenchi for several days-much to his relief..

The household had been wary of the new guest at first, but quickly warmed to him as he told stories of the mainy fierce adviseries he had come up against and entertained his hosts during the twice-weekly kareoke nights...

However, one resident of the Mazaki family was'nt so charmed by Goku's warmth and charisma…

Washu just could'nt bring herself to trust him, no matter how much his addictive personality affected the others. She spent even more time in her laboritory than before, avoiding him like the plague. No-one could understand why she was acting so distent…but they did'nt know Washu's secret….the one she never devulges, not even to herself, but is constantly reminded of whenever she meets Goku's gaze….

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Ryoko could'nt sleep. No matter how hard she tossed and turned, no position was comfortable enough to stay in longer than five minutes. With a groan, she yanked the covers off her spacious futon bed and wrapped a thin sheet around her naked body, momentarily cooled from the heatwave that was currently rippling through Okayama at the present.

Bare feet padding on the pine wood floors, she slide open the screen door to her bedroom and stepped out onto the dim-lit, deserted corridor.

"Might as well go for a dip in the lake…." She thought, phasing out of the house and hovering high over the lake, looking down at her tiny reflection in the waves. Grinning mischieviously, she let her sheet fall free of her body, letting float gently to the ground below before she went into a free-fall, diving head-first into the refreshingly cold water.

"Ahh! Nothing like a good ol' fashioned midnight skinnydip to cool my hot lil' body!" Ryoko thought as her head burst through the waves a few seconds later. Sighing contently, she backstroked along the surface for a few minutes before diving under again, loving the feeling of freedom that washed over her as she floated in the crystal clear waters of the lake….

….Unknowing to Ryoko, she was being watched…

From attop the paneled roof of the Mazaki family home, a lowly android by the name of Zero watched silently as the cyan haired demoness swam in the lake below, blissfully aware of the impending danger she was to face…

//Master, are you sure that this plan of action is wise?\\ the android queried silently, sending her message electronicly to the mothership where the albino haired doctor sat watching with constant viligence and slight pervertness, leering at the naked woman skinnydipping on the monitor before him..

//Whu-?! Oh! Zero! *ahem* You are to go ahead with your mission as planned. You are to infiltrate the household and transport Washu back to me alive and unharmed. Dispose of anyone who may stand in the way of your goal.\\ Dr.Clay responded, momentarily flustered from being snapped out of his leecherous spying on Ryoko.

The android glanced silently down at her target, then up into the star-studded canvas of night, a tiny flicker of doubt coursing through her circuits. But her resolve waivered no further. She would not allow herself to disobey her master's orders. Ending the transmission, Zero descended from her post upon the roof, hoving silently a few inches above the shore of the lake, moving stealthy like a cat in spite of having no recodnizable limbs..

Ryoko paused in mid-breasy stroke.

She was'nt alone.

She could feel it…. Her senses reached out for any signs of life…everyone was asleep in their beds, or so she could sense..

WHIIIIIRR!!!

Suddenly, Ryoko found herself covered in a translucent green membrane that was steadily closing in around her, blistering cold upon her naked skin. Crying out in alarm, her eyes searched wildly for the one behind the attack, locking onto the sight of a simplistic-looking robot of marroon-coloured titanium, a screen for a face and a small blue line were the mouth should be.

Zero advanced upon the succubus, raising one clawed attachment to grasp her wrist. Ryoko struggled against the mechanical claw, but it was useless. The mebrane was rapidly draining her power and soon she'd be too weak to even hold her head up..

"N-no!" she gasped as she felt an agonizing surge of electricity course through her body as Zero robbed her of one of her jewels, the essence of Ryoko's lifeforce.

Gasping for air, the demoness felt the last of her energy drain from her, absorbed by the translucent goo that now completely encased her. Her amber eyes looked upon Zero in shock and surpressed rage as the robot took on the exact form of Ryoko, from the cyan-coloured spikes of hair to the slender, cat-like body..

"Dr. Clay sends his regards!" Zero said with a smirk, the last thing Ryoko saw before the world became as dark as coal and she knew no-more…

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A loud yawn escaped the lips of one Son Goku, the newest member of Casa Mazaki as he sat up in his futon and stretched his limbs, willing his muscles out of their sleepy state. The tantalizing scent of fried eggs and bacon alerted him to his senses and with lightning speed, the young Saiyajin dressed in the clothes Nobuyuki had loaned him and sped down the stairs, knocking Ayeaka down in the process as she headed towards the laundry room with a pile of clothing in her arms.

"AIIIIEEE!" she screamed out in alarm as an armfull of used panties went airbourne and the princess herself veered backwards in the direction of the floor..

"Oh! Sorry, Miss Ayeaka! I did'nt see you!" Goku said appologeticly as he grabbed the violet haired woman around the waist, preventing her from hitting the hard wood floor. She looked wide-eyed at him for a moment before breaking free of his grip and screaming to the heavens;

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU LEECHEROUS APE!!"

SWACK!

Goku now had a very large pink hand-print enbezzled on his left cheek, thanks to the merciless hand of the Juraian princess. Blinking, he rubbed the spot where her hand had made contact and cocked his head to one side, confused.

"Gee, I was only trying to help.."

With a shrug, the raven haired man walked into the kitchen come dining room area, the deliscious scent of food frying on the pan hitting like a freight train and causing a well of saliva to form in his mouth. Man, that Sasami could cook! Seating himself comfortably at the little table over-looking the living room, he noticed that Washu had once again failed to turn up for breakfast.

"Say, guys…. Where is Washu-chan?" Goku queried as Tenchi, Kasuhito and Mihoshi sat down crosslegged around him at the table, watching as Sasami brought several steaming trays of breakfast food into the dining room and placing them down in front of each person.

"Oh, she's most likely holed up in her laboritory… I would'nt worry too much. She does this all the time." Tenchi said casually as he attacked a piece of bacon with his chopsticks. But Goku could'nt help but worry. Ever since he had first met the pink-haired scientist, he had barely spoken a word to her, other than a quick 'Goodnight' when they sometimes met on the upstairs corridior in the early hours of the morning.

"Hmmm…. Ya know, I have a scientist friend back home… and she doesn't spend this much time working on gagets and gizmos.. and she's the president of the Capsule Corp!"

That comment was met with a blank look from the small group of people seated around the table. Blinking, Goku scratched the back of his head.

"Errr… was it something I said?"

"I'm afraid we have never heard of such a company, Son Goku….I'm afraid you come from a place unbeknown to us. West City, you say? I'm afraid I have never heard of it.." Kasuhito said slowly from over the top of his newspaper, eyes obscured by the sunlight reflected in his horn-rimmed glasses as he looked upon the younger man with wonder.

With a sigh, Goku stood up, his appitite wanned and worry etched across his face. "Sometimes I forget…. That I'm in an alternate dimention.. or so Washu told me when we met.."

Brushing off his jeans and baggy blue sweatshirt, the raven haired Saiyajin walked out of the dining area and down the hall towards the stairwell. He knew very well that Washu hated people barging into her laboritory-Mihoshi giving him the sorid details- but he was geniuinly worried for the young scientist. It was'nt normal or healthy for someone to spend that much time working..

Placing one hand lightly on the blank wall of the stairwell, he watched as a large door materialized before him. Gripping the handle, he gave it a small twist and was pleased to find that the door swung open smoothly, leading onto a dimly-lit metal stairwell that descended into a dark, sinester laboritory that would'nt look out of place in a Dr. Frankenstein movie..

A tiny prickle of fear made the hairs on the back of Goku's neck stand up. He never did like being in these sort of places, especially when they were dark and creepy like this, but he mentally scolded himself, saying silently that he'd been through worse things..

Walking down the stairwell, his footsteps echoed in the uneasy silence, step by step..

"Washu-chan?" he called out, voice reverberating off the walls.

He received no answer, other than his own voice echoing back at him.

Reaching the foot of the stairs, he walked aimlessly around the laboritory, passing a multitude of creatures contained inside great vats of clear green goo and discarded masses of metal tenticles, rows upon rows of shelves dotted with various chemicals of many colours passing him as he walked.

Soon, he had reached what seemed to be a balcony before a very large tank containing the biggest moray eel Goku had seen in his life….

..at least, he THOUGHT it was a moray eel…

Whatever it was, it was of no concern to him right now, for lying curled up on the cold floor a few feet away was Washu. Her hair had fallen free of the purple ribbon that held it into her trademark crab-shape and now spread around her as she lay unconcious, giving her an almost nymph-like appearance.

Soft, purring snores were barely audible from her mouth and her breathing was slow. Several feet away, a cushion floated in midair before a semi-transparent computer screen that would occasionally flash a screensaver of dancing crustastians from time to time.

Bending down, Goku looked over the sleeping scientist. She did'nt appear to be injured in anyway, but it looked as though she'd had a bit much too drink, for in her hand she clutched a wooden coffee mug, the contents now a dried puddle by her hand.

"Washu-chan?" Goku said softly, crouching beside her. The pink-head blinked in her sleep, eyes slowly flickering open to be met with a blurred outline of the raven haired Saiyajin. She groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing her forehead.

"Ugh…………man…….. what time is it?" she said groggily, squinting in the dim light.

"Just past noon, Washu-chan….. are you alright?"

The scientist got shakily to her feet, staggering for a moment before falling back, haistily caught by Goku. She let out a pained groan and closed her eyes, leaning back into his chest as seering pain ripped through her head.

"Washu-chan!"

Goku gasped in alarm as she slumped to her knees, holding her head. Crouching behind her, he turned her around and took a good look at her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and fixed with a glazed look one only gets after spending hours in front of a computer screen. Her skin was pale and devoid of colour and there were dark circles under her eyes.

"Ughh… Ryoko…she.. she came in and offered me a drink…..it tasted funny…and then, I realized…" Washu's eyelids started droop. Goku gave her a gentle shake, eyes wide with concern for the little woman in his arms.

"W.what? Tell me!" he whispered, trying to keep his voice calm. The pink-haired scientist looked up at him with a vacent expression, eyelids slowly dropping down….

"Ryoko…..is…an…imposter…"

Then, Washu's world became one with the darkness….

From the shadows, Zero watched the scene with anger in her heart. Her plan had failed, for the self-proclaimed "greatest scientific genius in the universe" had immidiately detected the roofie in her coffee and attempted to deploy her security robots, only moments before Goku had walked in. Fortunatly for Zero, the scientist had swallowed enough of the coffee to render her unconcious and unco-ordinated.

Her original plan to capture the scientist in her laboritory had failed, but Zero's resolve would not be broken.

Washu was sedated, making her an easy target for another kidnap attempt that night….. she just had to get her alone…

Meanwhile, onboard the mothership…

"Hmmm… it appears we have under-estimated dear Washu…but we are not deterred… Zero still has a few tricks up her sleeve.." Dr.Clay thought out-loud as he glanced at the monitors tracking Zero's movements, a smirkpasted across his haggard face. Behind him, imprisioned inside a teardrop shaped tankard, the true Ryoko screamed profanities and curses at the demented doctor, but no sound came from her mouth.

Dr.Clay had made sure of that when he had built the sound-proof, indestrucable cage that imprisioned the succubus.

Turning towards his caged hostage, a leecherous grin crossed his face and he rubbed his hands together in antisipation.

"Now… what to do with the little cave brat?" he thought out-loud, pressing his nose against the cold blue glass.

Ryoko tried to punch at him, but her fists rebound off the walls of her cell, draining a tiny amount of her power as they did so. She glared daggers at him, finally realising that she was'nt going to escape in a hurry and seating herself crosslegged on the squishy cushion that served as her only comfort inside her glass cage.

Pushing a button on a remote he held in his hand, Dr. Clay's grin widdened as he watched a mass of titanium tenticles spring out from under the cushion, winding around the naked demoness and yanking her through a tube connecting the tear-drop tank to an opening that spat onto a very large steel table.

Screams now audible, Ryoko slid down the tube and onto the operating table, the tentitcles binding her arms and legs tightly, rendering it impossible to escape.

The albino haired doctor stood over her now, leering at her naked form with wide, hungry eyes.

"Well, Miss Ryoko… are you ready to have some fun?"

The cyan haired demoness tried to let out a string of profanities, but as she did so, a large tentitcle wrapped around her mouth, cutting off all sounds of protest and screams of pain and horror. Her amber eyes widdened in terror as she was forced to watch, replused to the core, as the twisted doctor derobed, exposing his age-weathered and haggard body to her… so horrible to look upon that Ryoko silently prayed she'd suddenly go blind…

…though, it was something of a miracle she had'nt already been blinded by the sight itself…

She resisted the urge to struggle, knowing that her restraints would become unbarably tight if she did so. With a deep intake of air through her nostrils, she swallowed her pride and dignity and tried to detach her mind from what was happening… but she could'nt.. this nightmare was all too real and it was happening in reality…she could'nt wake up… she could'nt escape..

"Now, now… none of this.." Dr.Clay sneered as he captured a single tear that fell from the demoness's golden eyes without her knowledge. She gulped back the vomit in her throat and closed her eyes as she felt him climb on top of her, positioning himself between her legs.

"Open your eyes… I want to see those beautiful golden orbs…Mmm.." he purred against her throat as his throbbing erection pushed against her enterence.

Ryoko opened her eyes and averted her gaze to the cystals coating the ceiling. "Focus on the cystals… focus on the cystals… forget what what's happening.." she chanted silently in her head like a matra, tears flowing freely as Dr.Clay groped and grabbed at her body, pinching and biting at the delicate olive fleash and leaving vicious-looking red wilks upon her once flawless skin.

"AAAAGH!!" a pained cry escaped her lips in spite of the heavy tenticle gagging her mouth as she felt him penetrate her enterence, soiling her with the feel of his hard arousal as he pumped mercilessly into her, relishing her muffled cries of agony and the sight of the hot tears that streamed from her now bloodshot eyes.

He watched her hungrily, panting like a dog as his orgasm built up inside of him, his body trembling in antisipation of his release.

Ryoko bit down on the gag in her mouth, clenching her eyes shut. The attack seemed to go on forever, in slow motion… like some horrible movie on a perpetual loop. A tiny whimper escaped through the gag as she felt her pelvic muscles spasm painful as she was pumped raw and unlubricated by the evil Dr.Clay. She tried not to let her pain be known, opting to just lie there and let him have his way, but the pain…..the pain was so intense….. she wanted to pass out, she prayed to God that she'd pass out, but her inner dignity, what little of it was left, would not allow the doctor to see her so helpless…

"What are you doing now, you stupid woman?" she thought scathingly, mentally scolding her inner voice.

Finally, Dr. Clay released, defiling her body with his hot seed as he rode out his orgasm, his body jerking involentarily before going limp on top of the demoness. Gasping, he tilted his head up just enough to look in her in the eye and smirked.

"It's good to know you can be useful for SOME things…." He purred, smirk widdening as he watched her cry in silence, slowly moving off her and dressing himself once more before pressing the button on his remote and returning the fragile young woman back to her glass confinment.

Once free of the metal tenticles, Ryoko curled up in a ball upon her cushion, wrapping her arms around herself and clenching her eyes shut as tears of pain, anger and disgust trickled down her cheeks, her sobs of anguish falling on deaf ears…

She was now a prisoner…

A prisoner of her own mind…

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Zero growled low in her throat as she watched her prey, lying unconcious on a futon with that hulking ape of a man watching over her in a constant state of alertness. HOW was she going to get to Washu with that man standing guard. Agitation threathing to flow over the surface, the imposter Ryoko phased into 'her' bedroom and lay back against the slightly lump futon mattress.

This mission was trickier than she thought…. She had'nt counted on there being a live, full-blooded Saiyajin in her presence.

That complicated things a bit.. but no matter. Like her master said, she would kill all who dared stand in the way of her mission, regardless of who or what they were. An evil smirk crept across her face she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to embrace her body so that her energy levels could be rebooted, as her advanced mind already set to work on formulating a new plan..

Meanwhile, in Washu's bedroom…

Goku let a soft yawn escape his lips. Turning his head, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just past midnight and he'd been watching over the scientist since just after noon that morning. He could'nt really explain why he felt compelled to protect the young scientist….. it was automatic for him.

He reckoned it was mainly himself subconciously repaying her for helping him recover from the crash and for sparing his life when she'd been so hostile before him..

Maybe it was because she looked so vulnerable and child-like…. Yet recked of womanly feminity…. Or maybe…. Maybe it was something else..

Blinking, Goku shook the thought from his head.

"No! Quit it, Goku! You have a wife!" he mentally scolded himself, reaching a hand up to physically smack himself across the face. It worked momentarily, but once again, as his guard dropped, that evil voice in the back of his head -which sounded suspiciously like Vegeta-was upon him, filling his mind with devious thoughts of adultery and 'sewing his wild oats'.

"Aaahh… but when was the last time Chichi put out, hmm?" the little voice told him, taunting him and teasing him for being a loser all his life as to stick with one woman throughout the years, so much so that he had to get up from his seat by the end of the bed, open a window and stick his head out, exposing it to the midnight breeze that provided the only relief from the heatwave other than a swim in the lake.

"Just shut up! Shut up, damn you!" he growled mentally at the Vegeta-ish voice, brows furrowing in annoyence. He remembered something his old rival had said about his supressed Saiyajin side clouding his better judgement and automaticly assuming this to be so, he quickly pulled his head back through the window frame and silently praised Kami that the moon was at it's first quarter tonight, knowing that had it been full, he would've been acting a lot differently.. to such an extent that his mind would shut off and he'd think with his 'other' head..

Goku never did quite understand that saying untill recently, when Vegeta-being the fountain of knowledge of the Saiyajin race, as always-during one episode of craziness under the influence of the moon..

"Ugh…forget this… let's just get some sleep…" he mentally moaned, pulling a mass of sheets from an over-head storage unit (Sasami had informed him of where everything was, being the good little hostess she was) and lay them down neatly on the floor beside Washu's bed before crawling into his makeshift bed and turning to face her.

Washu looked radient in her sleep, her goddess-like beauty shining from her as brightly as the moonbeans that flooded the other-wise pitch-black roam through the window. With a heavy sigh, Goku leaned forward and brushed several delicate pink strands of hair from her face, his fingertips barely grazing her forehead.

She twitched a little, but did'nt awaken..

Groaning, the raven haired Saiyajin rolled onto his back and covered most of his face with his hands, immidiately kicking himself for doing something so simple yet so affectionate.

"I'm an idiot…"

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END EPISODE THREE

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