EnterIfYouDare

Supreme Kai turned Gohan over on his side, facing him. He gave the mortal a warm smile, then a kiss on the cheek, followed by another kiss on the lips. The half-Saiyan nearly let out a gasp as he turned redder than before. Next, Kibito slid his arm over Gohan’s side and rubbed his large hand over the smooth bare chest. The taller deity slowly traced his fingers down the hybrid’s abs, and over his navel. Both divine beings silently snickered when Gohan began panting. The trio continued laying there for a while, but didn’t fall asleep. The deities merely held their beloved mortal close as all three relaxed. Finally, Supreme Kai and Kibito exited the bed and put their outer clothing layers back on. The pink deity took Gohan’s hands and pulled him to his feet, then draped the dark blue satin around his shoulders. Kibito didn’t give the fabric an appearance of a robe and/or tunic this time, but merely a large towel wrapped around Gohan’s entire body. The two divine

- A - The Sacrifice Randall Redspear looked minutely over at the machineries, his ice blue eyes scanning every cables, monitors, and more. His shoulders slouched in satisfaction and carefully avoiding to step on the cables linking from the machineries to a young woman lying on a nearby bed, he came to stand beside her. He stroked her platinum blond hair, then softly her forehead. She opened her eyes, and stared straight back at him, attempting a small smile. “The Temple will take care of your survival. This is the heart of the Prince’s quarters, there is no safer place.” The young woman turned her head sideways to the machines, and he could see the battle for dominance over the emotions behind her turquoise eyes. “I’m sorry, father, for failing you,” she softly said. Randall turned her face back to his. “You did not fail me, Ysadora; the blame is all mine, and I accept it. His Highness knows it too.” He smiled, and in a rare gesture of love, bent down to kiss Ysadora on

In the early morning darkness of West Virginia, a man was flattening sod onto a freshly-made burial mound. He had been at it since parking his rental truck hours earlier, yet he could see a sliver of the sun's light over the horizon, signaling that time was running out. As he stood back up, Jay stretched his worn-out muscles, wiped the thick paste of sweat off his face, and surveyed his work. Oh, thank God, I put the sod on right," Jay sighed with relief. Stepping away from his work, he started to walk back to the truck, ready to head home. Part of him wanted to collapse in the front seat and sleep for several hours, maybe even the entire day. However, he knew that the moment he relaxed, he would accumulate new problems. A patrolling police officer could catch him loitering, or some mythical do-gooder could show up thinking he was in distress, or worse, the mound could collapse, making him have to rework the entire thing. He groaned at the thought of having to fix and reshape it

You’re a slimeball, Yaser Said. You truly are a prick. You’re as sweet as rotten meat, you’re as charming as a tick, Yaser Said. You’re even nastier than the world’s biggest expired cheese stick! You’re a scumbag, Yaser Said. Your heart’s a hollow hole. Your brain is full of cobwebs, you’ve got ice in your soul, Yaser Said. I wouldn’t touch you with a fifty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! You’re a nasty one, Yaser Said. You have the world’s creepiest smile. You have the pleasant attractiveness of a giant dung pile, Yaser Said. Given a choice between the two of you, I’d choose the giant dung pile! You’re a monster, Yaser Said. You’re worth less than a penny or a dime. Your heart is made of dirt, your soul is full of slime, Yaser Said. The three words which best describe you are as follows, and I quote: “Freak, scum, grime!” You’re a vile one, Yaser Said. You would make the devil himself freeze. Your heart’s a heap of damp fur infested with fleas, Yaser Said. Your soul is a sickening