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Oh Kami!	By : DarkSerapha Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Oh Kami!
- 1
Hey
everyone. It�s been a while since I�ve been actively writing or publishing
anything on the net. But since the DBZ-virus has yet again gotten a hold of me
and I�ve actually written some new stuff, I thought: Hey, you never got around
to putting up your stuff on aff.net. So this is one of my old, old stories and
one of my first attempts at humour. I�m probably gonna post some of them here
before I put up the new stuff. Hey, maybe I�ll even get inspired enough to
actually finish one of my old epics � no promises though.
Warnings:
YAOI, folks (as if you
didn�t knew). Means male x male intimacy. Go flame
your own behind if you don�t like it.
AND HET (D�OH.. how could I!?! I can't believe I did that... Nothing
explicit though.)
Lime/lemon hints, general
weirdness (yes it�s one of THOSE fics), slight
blasphemy, Dende-torture, slight Yamcha-bashing,
cussing
Be afraid. Be VERY afraid!
You have been warned.
Pairings:
Lemme see.. G x V, G x T, B x Y, K x 18, T x T x T x T, G xV,
D x P and whoever else I can cram in on the way. And yes, the confusion
with the letters up there is deliberate. Heh.
Thanks to Azurite for betaing!
Summary:
A short lecture on why you
should not use the name of god in vain. He might dislike it� or maybe not?
�� = thoughts
*�* = prayers. Sort of..

Oh, kami!

�Aaaah� lovely peaceful silence�.�
The green skinned being lay
back and relaxed. Lazily he grabbed a tall glass standing on a table beside
him, absentmindedly toyed with the small colourful umbrella and the stick with
star-shaped fruit-pieces on it and sighed again, smiling. Then he took a long
sip of the refreshing mixture, watching the blue sky overhead, where small,
fluffy white clouds seemed to enjoy themselves.
It was a perfect day.
�It�s good to be god..�
Dende, guardian of earth, took a well
deserved sunbath to refresh his healthy green skin colour. The young god
relaxed in his sun-chair, idly counting the fleecy clouds. On his order they
formed themselves to pictures. A fluffy Vegeta emerged, chasing an even
fluffier Yamcha throughout the heavens. The little
white Saiyajin fired a cloudy blast-shaped thing and the steam-based desert
bandit vanished with a poof.
Dende smiled.
He felt he deserved this
small break from his everyday godly activities. Just this morning, he had dealt
with a large flood, threats of two major wars between neighbouring countries, a
volcano erupting on a holiday resort island, a plane which had started without
having gathered enough fuel - fools, all of them! � and
a kitten that was stuck in a tree. Okay, so that hurricane had slipped his
all-seeing eye. But hey, nobody�s perfect! All in all, it had been a busy
start for the day and the young god had marvellously managed to fulfil his
difficult job without messing up too much.
Surely he had earned
himself a little break and some quiet relaxing, hadn�t he?
Mr. Popo
was nowhere in sight, undoubtedly tending to the surprisingly large gardens
somewhere in the back of the lookout. Dende would
swear that those things were bigger than the whole lookout himself! You could
get lost in there and that was quite something on a half sphere that was
clearly visible at once from one end to the other. He had no idea what strange
kind of plants grew in the deeper depths and frankly, he didn�t wish to find
out.

�Even
for god some things stay a mystery��
Piccolo on the other hand
was off for meditation. Of course. The large Namekjin never did anything else beside
meditating for hours without end. Dende, of namekian heritage himself, understood the concept of mental
tranquillity through meditation but personally thought that Piccolo was
overdoing it.

�Wonder
what he�s waiting for��
*Kami!*
Dende�s eyes snapped open as he nearly
choked on his Pina Colada. Frantically he
looked around only to realize after a few seconds, that he had not heard that
with his pointy ears but inside his head. He frowned as he concentrated. The
voice had been vaguely familiar�

�What is
it..? A new threat to earth..? Did something happen..?�
Quickly he stepped over to
the brim of the lookout, looking down to earth. He focused on the source of the
voice and narrowed his eyes. This amazing trait of the lookout, to allow him to
view every part of earth in detail whenever he wanted to, was an indispensable
tool for his work as the guardian of Chikyuu-sei. It
was his duty to observe what was going on on earth at
all times. Dende wiped the sweat from his brows,
dearly hoping that nothing disastrous had happened while he was taking his
little break. He HAD been neglecting his duties, but one hour could not make so
much of a difference, could it..?
He focused more and finally
the source of the voice came into view. Dende
recognized the face immediately and a small smile grazed his lips. So it had
been Gohan, his old childhood friend. Dende briefly wondered why the demi-saiyajin
had called on him... the picture enlarged and the surroundings of Gohans position came into view.
Dende gulped.
�Ooookay�
not a threat it seems. Must have been a random stray thought... ehehe... looks like that really hit the spot, so to say..�
He sighed and retreated
from the brim, trying hard to get one or two pictures he had not been able to
ignore out of his head.

�I swear, those two act as if they�re still on their honeymoon. Gohan�s really
one lucky bastard. Hmm.. I wonder. Videl looks a bit as if they would be expecting some
offspring in the not too far away future. Maybe I should check on that�� He
mentally frowned. ��..later. Yeah,
later. Definitely.�
He settled back into his
chair, relaxing again. He had just closed his eyes for a quick nap when
suddenly..
*OH! Kami, Trunks!*
His eyes snapped open
again.

�No.. oh no� what day is today? It�s
not.. it�s not.. Thursday,
isn�t it?? Oh damn! It is!!�
Dende groaned painfully. He did not have
to step over to the brim to check THIS one out. Mentally he prepared and
without hesitation, it continued�
*Oh goood...!
Yes!! Trunks... Oh kami� harder! Harder please!*
�How could I have forgotten
that today was Thursday? I mean, with those two, six days out of seven is bad
but Thursday is worst because it is the day after Wednesday, which is, in
return, the day Trunks has to train with his father, which means he can�t meet
with Goten, which means they can�t� err.. be together, which of course leads to the conclusion that
they have to make up for that on Thursday which equals on hell of a headache
for me because I swear those two are not human, they�re RABBITS!�
Dende massaged his temples groaning as he
tried in vain to ignore the enthusiastic shouts in his head getting louder and
louder. Finally, with one last earth-shaking scream (Dende
would have sworn that there had actually been a small earthquake with those two
in it�s epicentre) , finally silence returned.
The young god lifted his
eyes gratefully before remembering that he could not thank some almighty entity
above for this little gift of grace.

�It�s
bad to be god� you can�t blame somebody else.�
The young guardian briefly
shuddered when a flash of memory passed his inner eye of how he had stumbled
upon those two the first time. He had rushed to the brim upon hearing them like he had just now, anxious because of the loud
scream that had echoed through his head. He had stood there and stared for at
least five minutes, before he had been able to tear his eyes away, which made
the whole thing even worse.
Dende was � kami
knows it (he still liked that little pun) - not prudish, but the things those
two did�
The namekian god, being the offspring of a race that was
asexual for most of their natural life, had already a hard time to conquer the
concept of inter-being intimacy. It did not matter to him that Goten and Trunks were of the same gender � to someone who
did not understand sex at all, the particular details of the couple mattered
sincerely zero. No, there were other things that made this
matters difficult for the young guardian.
First of all he felt
slightly guilty. He had the feeling that as earth�s assigned guardian he SHOULD
understand these things as they seemed to be a basic principle in the lives of
those he was destined to protect.
Second he felt guilty too,
because he had actually felt some... weird thing, when he had first watched
those two. It had been all warm and tingly, washing through his entire body
from head to toes, leaving him feeling very uneasy. His antennas still twitched
at the mere thought.
The third reason was simply
that he did not want to know this. Much less listen to it or even worse, watch it. He might not have a total understanding
what sex actually meant to those involved but he did have the strong feeling
that it was something private that should STAY between those involved. Besides,
he had grown up to look at Trunks and Goten as if
they were younger siblings of himself and the mere
thought of what they were doing made him blush immensely.
To summarize: he was one
screwed up kami.
Dende hid his head in his hands as it
started all over again � just like he knew it would.
He was almost glad when
another voice in his head demanded his attention, hoping that it was some
serious prayer that would help him avert his attention from what the two demi-sayaijin were doing
at the moment.
He regretted it a moment
later when he figured out the new voice. Idly he wondered what Vegeta would do
if he ever found out that Bulma cheated on him with Yamcha.
Frankly he doubted that the saiyan prince would care. All he seemed to have on
his mind was training, day after day after day. But he would probably still
blast the desert bandit to the next realm. The prince had never been overly
fond of the scar-faced ex of his wife, and
probably would be glad for the excuse to finally get rid of him.
*Ahhhh!
Dende! Oh Bulma, yes, you�re fantastic, baby!�
Grossed
out said Dende stuck out his tongue. He heartily despised the guy! It
was bad enough to call for god or kami, but Yamcha had this annoying trait to actually cry out Dende�s name at the.. err.. climax. The nerve of it!! It
made Dende feel so.. dirty! As if he was somehow involved into the whole gruesome
matter! Idly Dende wondered whether he should give
Vegeta a hint. It would rid him of at least one of his problems�
�Is there a official discretion for kami?� he asked himself. He really had to
ask the supreme kai when he next had to report to
him�
He didn�t even react
anymore when the voices of Kuririn and 18 joined the
cacophony. It was just one of those days...
One day
he really had to find out if it was normal for humans (androids included) to
have that much sex or if they just did it to annoy him. With the demi-saiyajin
it was of course an entirely different matter. Dende
had figured from the involuntary statistics he had been forced to acquire plus
some information he had gotten himself after first entertaining the thought,
that Saiyajin were a race that was much closer to their primal roots than the
humans were. Basically, what made them tick was food,
fighting and sex.
It seemed that they had
infinite reserves in the last department.
Dende shivered slightly and thanked�
uh... damn... well he thanked himself that the last two full blooded Saiyajin,
who of course just HAD to reside on the very world HE guarded, seemed to
be the big exception from the rule�
Suddenly the sky turned
pitch-black.

�Nani? What�s this? Someone has summoned the dragon?�
The young kami frowned and again walked over to the brim. Just when
he arrived a new voice popped up.
*Uuuuuunnnh!
Oh kami! This is incredible! Uuuuh!*
Involuntarily Dende was distracted and instead of searching for the place
the dragon had appeared in, his gaze zoomed in on a small house in a peaceful
valley. Inside four figures were moving, tangled with each other, sweat-slicked
skin gliding sensually over heated flesh. Dende�s
eyes bulged out.

�I had
no idea you could use the split-form technique for THAT! Tenshinhan�
I can�t believe it..�
Quickly he stepped back
again, but his mind had already memorized the image of four absolutely
identical muscular bald figures moving with and against each other�

�Gosh, I
knew he was single for a long time, but that he would reside to such desperate
measures��

***
Somewhere many miles away a
mind was in sync with itself. Total silence reigned.

�Not
much longer.�

***
The sky had cleared again
in the meantime and Dende cursed inwardly. Today was
really not his day. He swore if he ever found out who was responsible for this
mess he would� he would� ah damn! If only he was
a bit more creative in the department of cussing.
If they had told him
beforehand what was waiting for him he might have considered again if he really
wanted to be kami. He sincerely doubted though that
Goku, innocent sweet Goku, had known about this beforehand. He remembered the
day the earth-grown Saiyajin had come to New Namek,
asking for someone to volunteer as a substitute for the old kami
who had fused with Piccolo to increase his strength. Unluckily that meant that
since Piccolo had been evil sometime in the past he was not pure enough anymore
to fulfil the role of kami. Without a second thought Dende had agreed to accompany his friends to earth and be
their guardian. It had seemed like a good job, after all he would do something
immensely important, help people and he had this real nice view from the
lookout and his personal servant, though the term just didn�t seem to fit Mr. Popo very well.
Namely the same had taught
him the duties of kami afterwards. He had served the
old kami as well and Dende
had been immensely grateful for his valuable advice. Mr Popo
had told the young guardian that he would only hear the prayers of his prot�g�s
if it was really important. Without that limitation he would have heard a
constant buzz of voices destined to make him crazy within minutes. Normally the
prayers did start of with his name, �kami� or �god�, Mr Popo said.
Mr. Popo
hat not mentioned THE EXCEPTION.
Dende sat down on the sun-chair and
miserably buried his head in his arms. He still did not know if the strange
genie-like creature knew or not.

�With
that never-changing expression of his... it�s hard to tell. He might as well
laugh at me secretly all the time.�
Of course the old kami must have known. He would after all have experienced
the same. But probably not to the expenses Dende had
to.
The truth was, there was a catch in the whole god-business.
Normally kami only listened to the serious prayers, the one
concerning life or death. It was impossible for one being to deal with all
those little day-by-day problems. He was the guardian of earth, not the
garbage-man of feeble human problems.
But - and this was THE
EXCEPTION � this rule did not apply to the heroes of earth.
Dende had no idea what determined someone
a hero of earth. He had asked the supreme kai once
and had only gotten a cryptic answer along the lines of that fate chose itself
and those who were deemed worthy blablabla.
The term unluckily seemed
to include all of the z-fighters.
Dende assumed that whoever had partaken
in the defence of earth at some point was found worthy of the title. He cursed
it daily.
This seemed to be some kind
of grace given to the ones who had offered their lives for the inhabitants of
this planet. Their prayers would be heard by kami. Each and every single one.
Unluckily that rule must
have been designed by some overly pedantic bureaucrat.
In theory it was meant as a acknowledgement of great deeds, dignifying the heroes
above all others.
In practice it meant that
every - quote Dende start - �kami-forsaken time one of the damned lot moans, groans,
yells, screams, gasps or pants� � quote Dende end
� either the word kami, god or Dende,
he would have to listen. Every time!
In practice it meant that Dende had nearly forgotten that his natural skin colour was
a beautiful shade of green because he blushed a
healthy lilac so very often.
In practice it meant that
the unlucky god knew more about sex - and kinkiness - than he wanted to,
than he naturally should, being asexual and all, or than he could take without
loosing his sanity.
In practice it meant that Dende had the feeling that, basically, all humans � or
Saiyajin - did was having sex, sex, sex. But why the hell they had to
mention his name every literally fucking time so
to speak while doing it, stayed a infinite mystery to him. He had gotten so
paranoid that he was on the brink of accusing them to have a conspiracy to
drive him frikkin mad!
Of course he hadn�t.
He didn�t really believe
that they knew what they were doing to him. And how could he tell them that he
had been present every time? That he had listened while Goten
was conceived, had even watched as Trunks and Goten
did it the first time - and he had watched on other occasions too, because he
wasn�t always sure at first that that�s what it was and he had to check, it was
his duty and oh kami what things he had seen.
He couldn�t tell them that.
Could he?
No.
*OH GOD! Oooooh.. do
that again� Jyunana� oh please�*
Dende froze.
He knew that voice. Its
exact copy was still groaning loudly in another part of his mental world. The
passion made his antennas twitch again.

�How can
there be two� No.. It can�t be? No..
Don�t tell me I hear them from different timelines too?????�

***
On the other side of the
world, someone watched and waited, knowing the time would come.

�Soon now.�

***
The young guardian sniffed,
clutching his head as the cacophony of screams and moans echoed on and on�
�Oi! Dende!�

��GAH!!!
Nani?
Goku?�
Dende turned on his heel and saw a
grinning Goku walking towards him. He smiled brightly in relief. The savior of earth would distract him from the invisible
concerto in his head!

�You are
my last hope! My savior!�
�Goku! I�m glad to see you!�
Son Goku
had not expected to find a grinning green young god jump-hug and trying
to squeeze the life out of him. He laughed brightly.
�Easy there, kid. It�s good
to see you too! How are you doing up here?�
One or two seconds Dende was tempted to just tell Goku everything, his
confusion, his feelings of guilt and arousal. Then he looked into the bright,
innocent eyes of the strongest being in the universe and swallowed it.
�Tell Goku? Sweet, innocent
Goku who hasn�t given me any trouble since Goten? Who
despite everything probably still thinks that sex is some strange food? Naaaa��
�Oh..
I�m doing fine, Goku..� He answered weakly.
�Say..
you wouldn�t know if Mirai
Trunks has come back to this timeline, would you?�
Goku�s
eyes widened in astonishment.
�You already know? I was
just going to tell you. He came back cause his mom
died and he says there�s nothing left for him. He also wanted to make up with C
17 and C 18. Wow. How�d you know? You�re really quick! But..�
the Saiyajin grinned and scratched his head in his trademark gesture � �of
course, you�re kami, so I suppose you must know.�
�Well I don�t know about
C 18 but he certainly DID make up with C17!� Dende thought dryly. He sighed and tried to ignore a
particularly enthusiastic scream by following the movement of Goku�s twitching
tail-tip with his eyes.

�Hm.. that�s
soothing. Almost hypnotizing. Twitch..
twitch.. wait a second,
TAIL??�
�Go..
Goku, you have a tail!!�
Earth greatest warrior
grinned again.
�Yeah. That�s the second thing I was going
to tell you. I thought it was time to restore the moon again, and since Vegeta
has finally taught us all how to control the transformation process I wished
back all the tails too. Even for Trunks and Goten.
They asked for it.�
He stopped when he noticed
that Dende had turned a sick shade of blue.
�You don�t look to good, Dende, What�s wrong?�
The young guardian gulped
audibly.

�A moon. Tails. Oh myself, I�ll
never be able to sleep again!�
His research had given him
more details than he had actually wished for. He had even contacted a few
Saiyajin in hell and one of them, by the name of Bardock
and, if he recalled it right, somewhat related to Goku, had been particularly
of help. He had explained about the saiyan customs and biology, about how the
moon played a big role in their sex-life and that the tails were in fact
erogenous zones that were essential in the mating cycle.
Dende had never thanked himself so much
like on that occasion for the simple fact that neither moon nor tails were a
problem for him.
Now they were.
Goku was surprised a second
time this day when he suddenly felt Dende cling to
him like his life depended on it and heard the young god speak so fast that he
almost could not understand him anymore.
�Oh Goku, have I ever told
you what a great guy you are, you are really great the way you are, promise me
that you never ever change, always stay just as you are now, nice and sweet and
innocent and caring and go on loving your food and training and fighting and..�
�Umm..
� the warrior scratched his head in confusion, �actually I was just on my way
to spar with Vegeta��
�Great wonderful, Vegeta,
yes, great guy, gotta love that man, really, so
determined, nothing but training on his mind, wonderful you do that, spar, let
off some steam, haha, just forget about such feeble
things like tails and moons an everything, have fun okay?�
�Uh... ooookay.� Goku stared at the aggravated namek-jin, his
tail twitching and indicating his confusion.
�Whatever you say, Dende..� He grinned.
�Boy, I really really like my new tail! By now, I�m gonna go spar with
Vegeta!�
Dende grinned so wide that the upper half
of his face threatened to come off and continued to do so until Son Goku had
teleported out of sight. Then he unceremoniously slumped to the ground.

�I�m
doomed!�
He sobbed once or twice,
then propped his chin on his elbow, drumming a small rhythm on the white tiles
of the lookout, thinking.

�Good.
At least I was quick enough to avert the worst. With Goku and Vegeta out of the
way, it will probably be at least tolerable. Trunks and Goten
seem to be at their maximum anyway, I honestly can�t imagine them increasing
anymore, and Gohan... well, Videl
should be able to restrain him. So, maybe it�s not such a catastrophe after
all. �
Dende had really taking a liking to the
cold saiyan prince, solemnly because he was probably the one that bothered him
least of all. The prince seemed to have one occupation alone and that was
training, presumably to one day best Son Goku, Kakarott, his
arch rival.
He still lived at Capsule
Corp, mostly because of his kids Trunks and Bra, Dende
assumed. But, and the young god dearly wished he didn�t know that so well, he
did not join his wife in bed anymore and had not done so for years now. Dende wondered what Vegeta would do if he ever found out
that he had heard him admit his pleasure as Bra was conceived. Dende had been impressed. In all the nights he had heard
Bulma afterwards with Yamcha (why she was considered
a hero of earth was still beyond his understanding) she had never been so
enthusiastic like that night. It seemed the handsome dark saiyan prince had
quite some traits.
Dende banged his head on the
lookout-floor.

�Must! Not! Think! About! That!�
He dearly wished that the
old kami had designed some sort of manual. It
practically suggested itself! Make up some simple rules and let somebody write
them down! Over and out and you have so much less trouble, thank you very much!
His rule number one would of course be: DO NOT USE THE NAME OF GOD IN VAIN!
Dende wondered if it was too late to do
something like that. Maybe he could, like, manifest himself to some earthling
in, say, a golden writing on a supermarket-wall, or make an appearance in a
TV-spot or maybe a burning trash can? But he had the nagging suspicion that if
you did not establish such rules in a religion from the very beginning it just
would not work out.
*OH, KAMI!!*
Dende froze.

�Nuu-uuuh.. I haven�t heard what I just heard��
As if in a trance he stood
up and stumbled to the edge, staring down as if he wanted to jump any minute. Which he probably would.
A clearing in a forest,
bathed in the rays of a glorious sundown.

Zoom in.
Lush grass moving slightly
in a early evening breeze.

Zoom in.
Two bodies, still upright,
pressed against each other.

Zoom in.
Eyes closed, dark hair
ruffled by the gentle breeze.
Hot mouths pressed
together, tongues battling for dominance.
Hands roaming spandex-clad
flesh, down a muscled back.
Two tails, entwining, ruffling each others fur.
Dual
moans, followed by husky purrs.
Graceful forms desperately
clinging together, seeking as much contact as possible.
Heat practically radiating
of two perfectly chiselled bodies, toned flesh tinted with the flush of desire.
Dende�s mouth hung open.
Now the taller of the two
lost his balance and toppled over, but even that was full of grace. The lighter
framed body followed suit, instantly claiming dominance. Strong
hands gripping a slender waist. Hips moving, bringing
much needed friction. A sinewy dark tail coiling
around a muscular thigh, the tip nuzzling the soft delicate skin on the inside.
Soft
words of affection being uttered before the heat takes over and a low growl announces that
resistance is futile. Not that there is any. Claw-like
fingers shredding orange fabric. Palms moving
adoringly over rock-hard abdomen, tracing lines of fire in the evening sun.
Molten light bathing tanned skin, glowing from the inside as a body arched up
into a another, extracting moans of passion from both
participants.
Dende could not believe it.

�No.. It can�t be� Sweet... determined�innocent�
uncaring... DAMN!�
But even as he cursed he
could not tear his eyes away. For the very first time, though his skin colour
had altered behind any definition of a blush and he trembled
head to toe, he felt the desire to stay and watch. Heat rose in his body and he
sunk down at the edge to the world, eyes fixed on that unbelievably erotic
scene.

***
Far away,
in midst a beautiful valley full of blooming vegetation, in front of a
cave way out in the wilderness, eyes snapped open and a rare smile grazed stern
lips. Someone stirred and then stood up.

�Finally.�

***
Spandex came off in a rush
as the need to feel skin on glorious skin grew beyond all logic. Sweat slicked
bodies pressing together, no out of element sense of shame hindering them.
Just pure passion as each
found completion in the other.
A hot
tongue trailing paths of liquid desire onto shivering skin. Silk-wrapped steel rising in need
as hands took hold of a dark brown tail, ruffling the downy fur lovingly. Screams of passion echoing through the softly falling night.
Dende shivered just the same. A wondrous
feeling approached him. He felt as if finally he was at the brink of
understanding what this was all about as he watched a neck bending in
breathless ecstasy and those two bodies finally moving in perfect harmony,
melting against each other, performing a dance so grand that
only a god could have designed it.

�Wait.
That would mean I had��
Suddenly the young god felt
a body pressing against himself from behind, two
strong arms embracing him. Large hands smoothed over his chest. Startled he
wanted to turn around but his captor prevented it.
�Watch and learn.�
A husky voice whispered
into his ear as surprisingly gently fingers started to caress his skin, making
it tingle. Dende closed his eyes as that strange sensations danced all over him and then seemed
to gather in the nether regions of his loins.
�You� you knew..?�
He gasped, breathless, as
the feelings threatened to overwhelm him.
Those fingers were doing
wonders to him. But it was nothing compared to when a hot mouth closed around
one of his antennas, suckling softly. He moaned loudly, in unisono
with the voices in his head.
�Of course I knew. Kami is still a part of me. It was actually quite amusing
to watch you squirm. I knew that you would not understand until the time was
right.�
�But..
but I thought we were asexual, we..�
�Yes and no. There comes a
time in each of us when we awaken to what lies beyond. Our body must have
developed fully before we can understand. Now is the time. I will help you
understand��
�Aaaah��
And Dende
understood.
Piccolo smiled devilishly. He
knew that the young guardian would now finally truly discover why it was good
to be god. Oh, the possibilities�
�OH, KAMI!�

~oO Owari Oo~

Well...
have you ever noticed how often the term �Oh kami!�
or �Oh god!� is used inDBZ- lemons? Huh? I just
thought: Hey, wasn�t there some commandment against that? What if HE really
would listen every time? Et voila ... this fic was born �
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Oh Kami!