Lesser of Two Evils: Heinous

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 12 - Heinous


I’ve finally accomplished my goals.

The destruction of Kami was a moment of pure joy. I half expected the old man to be a presence in my mind, but he has been blissfully silent. I have his power and knowledge, but the sanctimonious bastard is gone for good.

Because of my wish, I now have supreme power, and total control of this miserable planet and its creatures – and it has only made me hungry for more. Now that I have learned of Frieza and his power I want what he has – and more. To have galaxies in fear and awe of me – that would be worthy of someone of my stature. This miserable planet isn’t enough compared to what he has. I have loftier goals now – with the power I possess, I will rule the entire universe.

Just the thought of untold billions of creatures quaking at my name makes me hard; I wish Radditz was here. So far he has been the only one to give me the agonizing bliss I didn’t even realize I wanted and now cannot live without.

It’s time to find my pet.

My first stop is where I had found his scouter. I wouldn’t care about the toy if we didn’t need some way to communicate with his teammates – depending on a device to read ki is a ridiculous weakness. Radditz seems helpless without it – I can feel him wandering aimlessly; I’m sure the fool is lost.

I’m not surprised to find it, as well as his armor, still buried in the debris of the house where we had been fucking last. I laugh to myself as I realize all of his clothing is still here – he must be flying around nearly naked, wearing nothing but boots, bracers, and the bands around his arm and thighs. I doubt it will bother him much, but I’m sure when he became that monstrous ape he lost his bearings.

He’s told me the armor will fit anyone, so I pull it on over my bare chest, curious what it feels like. It molds perfectly to my body, the pressure and heat sending shivers of pleasure through me. I decide to leave off my cape and turban – I don’t need the weighted training any longer, and there is no reason to continue to conceal my identity. I examine the scouter for a moment before putting the device on, curious as to what he sees, pressing a few buttons experimentally. I can’t read the symbols, but by locating and killing a few of the miserable survivors I quickly learn to interpret the changes in ki levels.

I can tell Radditz has returned to the area where his ship landed, and am about to join him, when I detect the approach of another of Son Goku’s friends. I sneer. This should be fun.

As the three-eyed weakling and his clown pet get closer, I can see he is carrying a rice pot, and laugh. He already knows that doesn’t work on me – why waste his time? I put on a burst of speed and stop directly in his path, chuckling when he desperately back-pedals to avoid crashing into me.

“Looking for someone?”

“Piccolo!” he snaps angrily, “I don’t know why you decided to crawl out of your hole, but I’m going to shove you back into it.”

I laugh; it’s possible he could be more fun to kill than the scarred coward – at least he doesn’t back down. He must know he has no chance of defeating me – I can barely keep control over my ki; the scouter is making all kinds of protesting chirps. “You know you are both going to die – painfully. I’ve already destroyed the rest of your insect friends.”

“I know what you did to them,” he growls. “Kami told me.”

That sneaky bastard. He must have thought this weakling had a chance of stopping me with the Ma Fuu Ba. He was wrong of course, but devious to the very end. “He should have had you kill him – it was the only chance you had of stopping me. It’s too late now – after making my wish on the dragonballs to be the strongest being in the universe I absorbed him. Kami’s gone for good – and so are Earth’s dragonballs.”

He lunges forward and swings at me, sprouting extra arms as he moves. I easily dodge his attack, laughing as he looks for me in shock, obviously surprised his opponent has evaded him so easily. “And there’s nothing anyone can do,” I taunt him, dancing from his frustrated blows. “There will be no survivors when I leave this miserable planet.” I chuckle and slip out of reach again, taunting him, “Just think; an entire planet of corpses.”

“You monster,” Tien snarls, aiming a kick at me that would be crippling to a lesser being. I slip away at the last possible moment and he almost spins around with the force of the attack. He was one of the most level-headed of Son Goku’s group; I’m surprised he is losing his cool already – but then again, I have butchered all of his friends.

“Even better,” I continue, “with the radar, I can locate the dragonballs on Namek as well. I am going to rule the entire universe. Maybe I will even become immortal; imagine that,” I chuckle, “Me ruling the universe for eternity.”

The little clown suddenly clamps onto my back; he is so meaningless I had forgotten about him. “No! I won’t let you!”

“Chouzu! Get away from him!”

“No! Do it Tien!” the clown squeaks in that annoying voice of his. “You can’t let him succeed! I’ll hold him!”

“While you are there, could you scratch my back a little lower?” I laugh. The runt thinks he is being noble. I can pull him free anytime, but I’m curious to see what the pair will do – they are entertaining.

“You’re evil,” the thing squeaks again, “We’re going to stop you.”

The three-eyed weakling looks indecisive, glancing down at the ground below. I chuckle to myself when I realize his problem – the Ma Fuu Ba technique is easier to focus when stationary.

“Here,” I say as I land, “Let me give you a fair chance to commit suicide.” I look around, searching for a suitable location. “Do you want me to stand here? A little to the left? Maybe closer to this rock? I want you to believe you had the best possible opportunity to stop me.”

He follows me down, glaring, “You’re a pig, Piccolo.”

I laugh. I almost like him – no one else has dared talk back to me. For a moment I consider taking him along so I can watch Radditz fuck him to death, but them the squeaky clown shrieks for him to kill me. “He can try, runt. He can try,” I growl. The little thing is annoying, but I’m curious to see what these two have in mind – they fight differently than the rest of Son’s friends.

Tien begins his attack, his four arms tracing a design in the air, and I raise an eyeridge in admiration; he’s managed to build up a decent amount of ki for a human. I smirk as I feel the clown raising his own energy as well – these two truly did come on a suicide mission. I stand unconcerned, watching with amusement as the three-eyed freak unleashes a wave at me. I see his triumphant expression as it gets closer; he really believes this ridiculous attack has a chance of succeeding. Just before it hits I move aside, stretching my arm over my shoulder to rip the clown from his perch, holding him directly in the path of the blast.

The screams are wonderful – both from Tien in horror and the clown in utter agony. I have my sire’s memory of this technique being used on him – being shrunk down to fit in the pot meant to imprison him was torture. The human tries to divert his technique from its final destination, resulting in an outcome I will cherish for years to come. Instead of shrinking the clown down to fit into the rice pot, he slams the writhing body against the rim, the force slicing limbs and head off until all that lands in the tiny pot is the bloody torso.

I smirk and applaud even as he shouts in horror at what he has done. “Very impressive. Was that an audition? Were you planning on joining me? I wish I had known – I would have given you enough ki so you could survive this little stunt.” I stroll over and pick up the head, holding it before me. “Alas poor clown-“

“Shut up!” Tien screams, throwing a blast at me. I’m amazed he still has this much energy left, even if it means nothing to me. “Shut up!”

“Quite an impressive technique – too bad it cost an arm and a leg,” I toss the head in the air, blasting it to dust, “and head.” I smirk to myself as I realize I’m talking much as Radditz would – he’s right – taunting my victims like this is fun.

I stand unmoving, arms crossed, as he launches himself at me again. Just moments before he makes contact, I split myself in two, and he passes through the gap left as my body separates. He skids to a halt and spins around, staring back and forth at my two halves in shock. I rush forward, stopping at either side of the four-armed freak, and grab each of his wrists.

He thrashes about, kicking and cursing, trying to escape, but he is so low on ki, within moments he is gasping helplessly, dangling in my grasp.

“See?” I taunt, “I told you that you were going to die.”

“Just do it, then,” he growls, still trying to twist free.

“No, no,” my other half says, sending a bolt of ki through the insect’s body. Tien bites back a scream, his entire body shuddering as if electrocuted. “I said it would be painful. Too bad there is only one of you – otherwise I could cause you twice as much agony.”

He turns pale, but doesn’t say a word. It really is too bad he was a friend of Son Goku’s – he would have made an entertaining pet.

“That can be remedied,” I say to my other half, “Wishbone?” My other self and I chuckle at the horrified expression on Tien’s face and slowly begin pulling in either direction.

He renews his attempts to kick free, grunting in pain as muscles and joints are stretched beyond their limits. I squeeze harder, allowing my nails to grow longer, driving deep into his flesh. Blood begins to flow, making him slippery; he bites through his lip as I crush the bones in his wrists to get a firmer grip on his arm. His elbows are the first to give, and he screams in pain as the joint is separated with an audible pop. I’m almost disappointed when the first arm is ripped off his body – I had hoped to continue this game longer. I can hardly hear over Tien’s agonized moans when my other half chuckles at me, “I win – I have the larger part.”

I smirk and change my grip on the remaining arm, digging my fingers deep into the damaged elbow. He moans in anguish as he loses the upper arm from the other side.

“Not bad,” I say, “he’s still conscious.”

“Why don’t you give him some ki so he will last longer?”

“Excellent idea,” I purr, letting ki race into him so quickly he screams as his body practically glows from the heat. He’s shivering now, filled with more energy than his body can handle, every nerve on fire. Even the lightest touch on his electrified skin sends him into spasms of agony.

“Ready to try again?” my other self asks, renewing his hold on one of the remaining arms.

I smirk and grab the weakling’s chin, forcing him to look at me. “Are you? How much longer do you think you can last?”

“F-f-fuck you,” he spits, glaring at me with glassy eyes.

I laugh at his insolence and jam my thumb into his third eye. He shrieks in agony then, his entire body convulsing as his remaining ki begins arcing.

“Damn. I don’t think he’s going to last much longer.”

“Let’s finish this, then. It’s no fun to torture a corpse.”

Within seconds, both remaining arms are twisted and ripped free.

“He’s still alive.”

I sigh in contentment. “I love stubborn victims.”

“He still has legs – want to try to rip him in half that way?”

“You know that won’t work. They’ll just come off like his arms did.”

“So? It’s still fun trying.”

I laugh and grab an ankle, “True. Ready?”

“Ready.”

I’m disappointed when Tien only makes a gurgling sound as he chokes on his own blood when his legs are pulled off. He only lives a moment longer, blood no longer pumping from the ragged stumps of his limbs, slowing down to a seeping pool.

“That was fun,” my other self says, bending to cut the weakling’s head off before tossing it in the air.

I blast it out of the sky, smirking as it bursts into flame. I glance at the two limbless torsos, “Now they match.”

TBC