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Piccolo Learns	By : EchoedDreams Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 3470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Important Note: This story is told by Piccolo's perspective. A human girl arrives on planet namek. (In this story Piccolo is not asexual even though he reproduces asexually. Nameks have never seen females, therefore they have no reason to be aroused amongst people of their own race. Though I can not say there aren't a few gay ones. Well at least in terms of this fanfic. So when Piccolo sees this female, new emotions stir. Sexual sensations. I hope you enjoy this fic. This is the first chapter. It contains sex already. I bet that sentence will get your juices flowing. ^_~

In order to save my ass: This is a disclaimer; I do not own this anime called 'DragonballZ' or any other type of anime I have written of. I don't make a profit. I do this for my very amusement and may for others too.

I, Piccolo, sitting down on the floor, back against the wall, doing what? Admiring a creature with beauty I�ve never seen before, which now laid on my bed, resting peacefully. It was just hours ago that she had landed within the terrain of my home planet. Planet Namek. She arrived inside the confines of some sort of small ship. A space pod I believed it was called. Coincidently the pod landed near my area, a few villages away; she was found unconscious. Not knowing what to do, some of my people brung her to our Maharishi, Guru. He awarded her over to me, Piccolo. At first I did not want to accept the gift, but I knew once a gift given, you were to be grateful. Especially from our faithful leader. Not knowing what to do with this pretty but foreign creature, I am letting her live within my home. From what I know and have been told, she was a female from a planet far from this galaxy called �Earth�. Our planet was of one gender, males. We produced asexually, our throats expanded and produced an egg from within and later on became our offspring.

Though somehow, we are left with a particular appendage for the uses of pleasure and used for nothing else. It serves us quite well. *chuckles* Though our people knew that those same sexual organs were used to produce offspring in other parts of the universe, which just left us in deep thought. I know they denied this, since we are such peaceful people. The female that I now owned came from those parts of the universe where offspring came from sexual reproduction. My brothers somehow arose to a new emotion. Jealousy. I received this female not too long ago; more like just a few hours. I have a lot to learn about her. Its a greater responsibility than what I�ve thought. She still hasn�t awoken, yet her breathing is soothing to my ears. The curves she possessed were so...inviting.

She began to stir, the sheets revealing the unusual but alluring clothing she wore when she arrived. She groaned, stretching out tiredly, the material that reached her mid thigh began to rise higher, along with the button shirt. My eyes seemed to be glued to her form...why? Her eyes fluttered open and awoke to the ceiling. She blinked once again, confusion graced on her face. She sat up and looked around, obviously unfamiliar to her surroundings. Her eyes landed on me and she arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Her eyes roamed on over my figure and she sighed. She spoke in a universal language. English. "So this is Planet Namek." She said to herself. I, for once am glad I learned the language. It was once of the most simplest to speak. "Yes it is." I responded. She seemed surprised to hear me speak the same verbal communication. "What�s your name?" She asked me, throwing her long legs over the side of my bed. "Piccolo." I answered. She looked at me strangely. "This is your place?" She asked simply. I nodded.

She examined the sheets. "Red silk, you do have taste." She mused to herself. Her stomach growled. "Piccolo, you have anything to eat?" She spoke, lifting herself off the bed and straightening her clothes. What was she talking about? "You know. Food?" She said, sensing my questionability. I completely forgot that Earthlings ate food and survived on more than just water. "Well, we really don�t eat anything. We just drink water...." My response made her eyes widen. "I really don�t want to starve. Please tell me you have something other than water on this planet." She pleaded. Her begging roused something within me. What was it? "We do. We just don�t eat them." I answered honestly, now realizing I was still sitting. I stand as well. She walked closer over to me, my tall form over her shorter one. "How old are you?" She asked curiously. Why did she want to know? "Seventeen years old." Her eyes sparked. "Really? I�m sixteen. Nice to meet you." She said as an introduction. "And what is your name?" I ask her, wanting to know more about this attracting female. "I�m not telling you." She answered curtly. "Fine." I answer back. "I�ll just call you �girl�." I look over for her reaction. "Fine. Whatever. Am I residing here for now?" She said opening the door wanting to examine the rest of my home. "Yes. I am your owner now." That caused her to turn around.

"What do you mean you OWN me. I�m not a slave. And I�m not a fucking pet." She spoke with acridly, dangerously narrowing her eyes. Sharp tongue. "Listen. You are under my roof and circumstances. Therefore I own you. Unless you want no assistance and want to starve to death." I spoke back with seriousness. "Fine I will. Let me get my stuff. I rather do anything but be owned. I belong to no one." She began to search around my room for her belongings. "You won�t find them here. We have yet to go back to your crash sighting to retrieve them. Trust me. You�d be better off with me than anyone else." She stopped her searching and ran her delicate hand through the strands of her ebony hair. "I�m not calling you master." She said, reasoning. "You won�t have to. Just show me respect and I�ll do the same." I told her honestly. We both nodded in agreement. "I rather get my stuff first." She stated, not wanting to look over in my direction for approval.

"Fine." I spoke, walking out of the room, she followed. We passed by my living room which contained some fine furniture. Her eyes roamed interestingly, feeling over some of my materials. My home was made up of 2 main rooms. My bedroom and living room. We exited and her eyes traveled along her surroundings. "You live in a village?" She asked, observing other houses that the same exterior. "Yes, didn�t you on Earth?" I retorted, though still trying to add more information about that girl.
"Well, no. I lived in the ghetto with cities and buildings, the list goes on." She said sensibly, though I really had no idea by what she meant by �ghetto�.

She began to walk ahead of him, looking over other residents of the village who stared at her oddly. She heard whispers in their native tongue. She had no idea what they were saying. He walked along her side and heard comments in the namekian language like 'That's the alien that landed here.� or �She�s so different� and �She�s beautiful�. He was actually beginning to feel proud of this gift he had received. I looked over to my side, she continued observing. A small wind picked up and her lengthy hair began flowing began her in the breeze. Her black boots, of shiny material padded along the lush ground. Some namekican children and teens stared at her with curiosity. One was actually running off, being chased by another. They stopped in front of her and stared. They spoke to her in their native tongue and ran off. Confused, she looked over to me. "They said you�re very pretty." She blushed and continued to walk. "We aren�t getting any faster on foot." He stated.

"You don�t have any mode of transportation?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. I stopped too, smirking down at her. "Yes. It�s called flying." Before she knew it I had already wrapped my arms around her waist and floated myself and her off the ground. My aura surrounded us and we took flight. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, speed increasing. "Hey you bastard slow down! I bet everyone can see my ass from this view!" She said embarrassingly. I chuckled and rose higher into the air. "You asshole." She mumbled into my ear, her breath brung a tickling sensation. She laid her head within the crook of my neck, her hair lashing out in the speed. My mind began to wander off....
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My antennas slightly moved because of the wind and I felt her reach over my forehead. My breath hitched once she ran a finger down one stalk and I tightened my grip on her form. A moan escaped my lips as she squeezed the antenna�s tip lightly and a unusual, but pleasurable sensation washed over my body. I grew hard and I know she feels it pressed against her thigh. She continues her actions and I am forced to slow down. "..Stop.." I plead, this time she begins nibbling on my left ear and suckling on the lobe. This feels so different, since I have never encountered this type of situation. But it felt so...I couldn�t even expl I d I didn�t even know what I could do in return to inflict the same amount of pleasure or even more to this female. I instinctively squeezed her body tighter to my own, my groin cloaked with her inner thighs. She gave a small moan, something I thought was so very arousing. If I only knew what to do...

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"Piccolo?" A voice lured me to the actual consciousness. I felt my face heat with embarrassment and try to avert my eyes from her own. She began shifting, obviously feeling my arousal. What was I thinking? That had never happened before. It must be her. She, the first female I had seen, ever. Of course, I wasn�t homosexual, therefore I had no reason to be aroused by others. But just her...it was confusing. "Maybe I can be of assistance." She purred sexily into my ear. My eyes widened, a proposition? Her hands trailed down my back, leading down to my gi pants. I bite my lip awaiting her next action. She moves her hand between us and that is where she passes the hem of the material. Her hands run teasingly over the hardness and reaches the tip. Her thumb swivels over it and I can�t help but groan. I feel her lips brushing over my neck, hyping me up for what I didn�t know was yet to come...
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"Piccolo watch out!" The small pounding of fist against my shoulders and worried voice brought me back to reality. My eyes snap open, but it was already too late. We drop forcefully into the cold water at top speed, water splashing wildly above. Still slightly sinking, I open my eyes and look at the female within my arms. Her eyes flutter open and she glares at me angrily. She sends a strong slap to the side of my face, catching me completely by surprise, even though the pressure of the water compressed some force of the slap. Her hair hung around with the water, her lower body clothing rises over her hips, revealing a skimpy piece of material. She began swimming away from me, with the difficulty of her boots. The urgency of air shone on her . I . I swam faster to the hope of air, catching up to her pace. I envelope her into my arms and swim faster, for her sake. Bubbles begin to escape her mouth all too quickly, surfacing above, teasing us to our destination. Her eyes widened in fear, the fear that she would not make it.

Yet, as predicted, we made it to the surface, the girl immediately gasping for air. I fly her over to shore and lay her down considerately. I look down at my lower abdomen, glad that the effect faded into the cold, emotionless sea. I look around, we had caused a scene. Some of my people surrounded the area of our arrival, wondering why she was with someone like me. Catching her breath she lifted herself off the ground and began walking away from me, anger is the most apparent emotion she must feel.

I walk over in her direction, my steps much faster and lengthier than her own, so I catch up easily. I pull her arm back and she snaps back in my direction. She looks at her arm as I removed my hand. It was now bruised, I should watch my strength. Dripping wet she drenches the excess water from her hair. I�ve just noticed that her shirt was now transparent, revealing the strange small fabric underneath. Noticing I was staring at her chest she blushes and attempts to continue on her way, but is stopped as I disappear and reappear in front of her. "You have no idea where you are going." I make evident. "I know exactly where I�m going." She snaps back, poking my chest with her slim forefinger. "Away from you." She finishes, swiping wet strands of hair away from her face to make her anger comprehensible. She looked so sexy...Whoa, where did that come from?

My eyes trail back to her chest, where the material clung to her flesh teasingly. She pulls her hand back and sends me a slap to the face, once again, yet this time without the water in the way. "Keep your eyes where appropriate!" She yelled heatedly. BIG MISTAKE. I knew she held back the urge to scream in agony, instead she held her hand which painfully throbbed. "..Damn.." She mumbled, sitting down in defeat. I sat down next to her, not at all feeling the pathetic strength she sent my way. Some of my people which still were around the area, began to snicker.

Not knowing what to do to console her, I grab her waist and move her over to my lap so that she is facing me. I take her legs and put them on either side of me. She seems dazed by my action and avoids eye contact, keeping her upper body distant to my own. Both our wet clothed bodies bathe within the sun. Her legs slightly tighten against my sides and she (nervously?) plays with the fingers of her injured hand. Her face heats up and she still refuses to look at my face. I look over the vast land and whispers crawl into my sensitive ears from others. I wrap my arms around her back and bring her closer to my form. This time she turns crimson, what was wrong? A few minutes later her muteness in paused and she speaks.

"Piccolo, I really want to get my stuff." She stated (without urgency), letting him know clearly that she wasn�t comfortable with the current situation. "...I don�t even know you and..." She trailed off, turning her face to one side. I have now come up with a conclusion. Humans are very strange. I grunt in response and push myself up from the ground with my arm. I stand and the girl was about to remove her legs from around my waist but I kept them in place with my hands. She glances over my features questionably. I fly off the ground and into the direction of her belongings. The squeal which emits from her mouth entices me and I move my arm to cup her clad for support. I feel her tense for a moment, but then relax. Strange is the best way to describe this minx. There I go again. Another word that was never once in my vocabulary. What the hell is going on?

She fidgets, which starts to become uncomfortable in my situation and that feeling once again begins to stir. *Stay down, stay* I plead to myself, hoping she does not feel my arousal. "Stop moving." Gruff and coldness alive within my voice. She stops, but begins to talk. "Stop thinking nasty." She stated casually. My face, I know, is full of surprise, because a smirk graces her face. "You can tell when someone is thinking hentai." She snickers, pointing at my face which currently is tinted purple. This makes her laugh, something I haven�t heard from her thus far, which intrigues me. "I�d better not be about me." She warned, searching deeper within my eyes, as if drinking the source of life. A glint shone within her dark orbs, a clean beautiful smile danced over her features. This causes me to slow down in speed to add more fully to my embarrassment.

"Stop slowing down! I need clothes." She shivers, again luring my eyes to her wet form. I receive the urge to place my lips on her own, to taste the lusciousness that awaits me patiently and the sweetness that seems to coat her lips. No! This has to stop immediately. I�m submitting to the desire....sigh. It wouldn�t be so bad... I glace down and notice this is the village where they had found her. I slowly begin to lower us down, mindful of my speed. I touch ground aoticotice some of my people speaking feverishly. I roll my eyes and the earthling removes her slender legs from my waist anxiously.

She fixes her wet clothes as best as possible and looks over to me for approval. I wave her off, which happens to make her frustrated. She looks over to a curious person on the side and waves politely. She walks over and tentatively begins to conversate, then begins her flow of fluent English, glad to know he understands the language. She glanced over to me, victory was displayed brilliantly over her face. She said her goodbye and walks back over to me.

I send a glare at the namek behind her, but he does not understand my jealousy, since it is not common on this planet. I have the impulse to grab her and give her one look that will let her drop dead. Wait, that isn�t such a good idea, I have a technique of that sort, hehe. Instead I take her form and press it tight against my own, so that our bodies have no space amid us. "Listen little one." I whisper into her ear, yet dominance lingers within my rough voice. "You are mine. Remember respect is given if shown to oneself. Act like it." My voice seems to make her shudder, something I was not use to. I bruy liy lips lightly against her neck and she nudges me off with her elbow, not that it hurt.

"Let�s keep going. Am I becoming too much of a distraction?" She spoke teasingly. I say nothing, unsure of myself. I have been acting too strange to my liking and can not even answer the question in mind. But my body can....

"Thought so." The haughtiness in her voice magnetizes me to the thought of starving this pathetic being, but decide against it. I have much to learn. She drags one of her fingers up her leg, for what reason, I do not know. But the seductiveness makes me think this girl has actions with many purposes. She stops and continues walking to what she thinks is the way. Humans and their �real� sense of direction. That guy probably explained to her the directions, not that I was listening...

I follow her, knowing she *cough* is *cough* going in the right direction. She begins humming softly and skipping until she finds a path that splits in 2. I take her hand and pull her in the right direction, left. We keep walking, many houses with doors open, brothers looking out to find the mysterious creature that is this �girl�. I need to find a better name. We go over a hill, the girl looking frustrated beyond means. But as we finish climbing there are a few people surrounding, to our very guess is the space pod. The people made their way to the sides in order for us to get through. Siner her hand was still entwined within my own, I tug on her hand gently, since she continues to flaunter her eyes on the people around her.

We walk ahead and find the object of our journey. Her space pod. She squeals with delight and immediately rushes to the metallic structure. I look at her observantly as she runs her hand over the round, smooth and lightly scratched surface, as if it were to disappear. Since the door was open (Supposely someone curious enough pried it apart.) She bends down, leaning inside to retrieve what she desires most, her possessions. I wish I were one of them, then she�d care - I stop in mid thought and shrug off the confusing vibes. Her full and round rear is out in the air, since the pod was within a small crater. The sensation flows within the vein of my hand to just pull it back and smack her right on her end. But I stop myself from nearing closer to her and that point.

I cock my head to the side, admiring the nicely shaped rear end she possessed and the way the material would ride up her thighs. If the crater was just slightly deeper, then perhaps tateraterial would ride to the point where I might as well just - whoa. I licked my lips, enticed by my own thoughts. She rises back up with a small carrier that contains two straps which she pulled around her arms and hung on her shoulders. "Got the bag." She said happily, stepping closer. I look at the bag, to her face, bag, face, bag, face, back and forth. "That little thing is what you have been talking about. That upholds all your needs and requirements that you had so much bothered for?" Disbelief drags within my voice. "Yes. It does. It contains everything a girl needs. I have capsules, therefore they are stored within them." She rolls her eyes as I smirk, slightly amused by her lies. She couldn�t possibly contain everything she needs within that bag.

"Ok, so what about food?" She asks me, as if I were the almighty great and only Guru. I like the respect. Taking too long to answer, the respect disappears as if it never existed. "Look. I will starve. Everyone will know that you are irresponsible and unworthy if they see my corpse lying somewhere on this damned planet!" Agreeingr str stomach growled. And so do I from irritation.

Someone from the crowd, I believe his name was Nail, walks over in our direction. This, I know, catches her eye and she turns to the approaching figure. "Hi." She speaks with slight delight. He gives a warm smile(to her), completely ignoring my presence. "Hello. I think I am able to help you with... your needs." Knowing he meant nothing of it, but still sensing to rip his throat from within, I narrow my eyes. "We don�t need your help." Coldness flows into my voice. He looks slightly surprised to see me on the side, as if now noticing me. "Hello brother." He says apologetically. I say nothing, yet nod with response. "Really, you can help me? I just need to know where I can get some food. Since I�ve heard from him," She points at me as if I had no name. " that all you people do is drink water. I do not survive to those standards. Maybe I can hunt something." This makes Nail chuckle. "Not at all. If you�d like I can take you there." He offers his hand to her way. Her eyes dance with elation and she immediately nods. Nail looks at me for approval and I grunt indifferently.

He lifts the girl into his arms, cradling her within a sideways position. He takes off and she laughs with joy. I had to act like I didn�t care...I mean, it�s not as if I do. That would be stupid. I just met her. Lost in deep thoughts I take off after his trailing blue aura. I view him carefully as he throws her up into the air and she giggles with childish innocence. He catches her and repositions her so that her back is pressed against his chest and they are both in lay position. He entwines his fingers with hers and place them at her waist. I am now flying beside them and notice that they both seem to be in their own world, laughing. This makes me extremely....sigh. Calm down. There is nothing wrong...I�m lying to myself once again. I wish I were good enough to actually believe my own lies.

His hands untangled from hers and held her tighter, this time cupping her chest. This seemed to make her uncomfortable, so he asked her. I listen closely as possible. She removes his hands from their current placement and puts them back on her waist. She doesn�t respond, yet a blush creeps up her face. My hand begins to twitch toward his direction, nails wanting to be coated with the daring blood that -

"Piccolo, can you hold me instead. I think we�d get there faster." She looks over in my direction, eyes saying �please please please�, something Nail could not see. Something flutters in my heart, was it rapture? "I can fly faster if that is what you wish." He replies quickly, something I did not like at all. "No, its ok. We�re probably just wasting your time. Where is this location?" She reaches her arm over my way and I pull her away from his gripping arms. I couldn�t help but send a victorious smirk his way before tightly wrapping my arms around her back, cupping her bottom under my arm. She sighs, relaxing within the comfort of my arms, which pleases me.

Nail seems offended, though keeps his mouth shut about that particular subject. "It�s straight ahead. When you reach bluish-greenish trees, you�ve arrived." He said without protest. I grunt and fly faster, obviously signaling for him that his assistance was no longer of use. He gets the hint and stops. I feel his eyes on my back, maybe on the girl who faced the world behind me. I hear the blast of ki, knowing he flew back.

"Do you ever have night time?" She asks curiously, slightly burying her face with the crook of my neck. An involuntary shudder courses through my body. "No. We have four suns. So we never have �night� because those four suns are in the four quadrants of the earth. Therefore Namek is just water, light, and lush." I reply. I feel her nod against my skin and we continue ahead to where we were directed.....Thoughts drifting off...

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I thrusted myself completely and unmercifully, stretching out her tight walls. She cried out with pain and relief of coming pleasure. I love that noise. I thrust myself harder within her, making sure to hear those arousing sounds. Spreading her legs wider, I continue to pound into her, pleas to soften my movements are veiled by the pleasure soaking every inch of my mind. I clench her hair with my hand and use the other to pressure the small of her back. With her bottom in the air slamming into my flesh, I lean over and begin to nip around her shoulder blades, tugging her hair rather forcefully to suck the area of her neck. My nails tempt to dig deeper within her soft naked skin, but withstand the need to torture her more than needed. I knew this was enough cruelty for her, since her wrists were tied behind her back with the rough material of the rope.

"Please..." I know she was pleading for the chance for me to release her bonded hands and let her touch herself, to feel me. To fulfill her drunken desire. But no. I wouldn�t. I respond with a groan, changing my rhythm by circling her hips, grinding deeper into her depth. With this action she spasms, tightening her muscles over my member. The hot substance begins to flow from within her, her screams are enough to satisfy for anyone...other than myself. I feel the sweet honey coat my shaft and both our thighs; her panting of recent intensity lures me to my own climax.

Urgent to do the same, my rhythm speeds up with the hardness and quickness that to myself, no one else will ever be able to acquire. I reach climax minutes after hers, my juices shooting within her. She seems to come the second time, almost in unison with mine. Our liquids surge, combining to a new mixture and dripping down to the tangled sheets below. I push her rear further up and myself further in so that I am fully able to discharge almost all that what my body can withstand.

I finish, collapsing lightly over her, mindful of the weaker figure beneath that I now lay rested upon. I released her hair and removed my hands from their place long ago. I slightly move our bodies so that I am cupping her breasts from underneath her, squeezing them lightly. I have yet to detach myself; we are still conjoined. But the warmth that engulfs my appendage is comfortable enough. I know I roughened this little minx more than needed to, but it was worth all the while. I knew some blood was extracted, but well enough for her to live. Her panting still goes on, more or so than mine. The feeling of our bodies pressed against one another�s, her soft sweaty skin against my own, the heavy scent of blood, sex, and sweat was enough to entice me to another more different routine. To some extent I find the energy to lift myself and move my hands over to her wrists. I untie them in a hasty fashion; her hands fall to her sides. Underneath I know the sheet is soaked with our body fluids, leaving evidence of this fiesta.

I flip her over, somehow so that our conjunction still exists. Her flush face begins to slowly pale away, her breasts rising in rhythm from uneven breathing which now is leveling down. I lean over and begin to suckle on her breasts as I have done earlier. I know she suppressed the moans, so I bit hard on her softening nubs; I earned a painful cry. I chuckle evilly before licking the small amount of sweet but metallic blood that leaked out slowly. I suckle again, this time the sounds reach my sensitive ears, the sounds of pleasure. I roughen my nips and nibbles, loving the way her face would heat up. I smell her arousal, this time, it was releasing my scent at the same time. It drove me wild knowing it was I that was in that terrain. She grasps my hand and begins to lead it in the direction of her mouth. She takes my middle finger and traces it over her bottom lip before slowly running her tongue from bottom to top. My mouth waters over her breasts; It was such a turn on.

She then takes her tongue and swivels it over the tip before sliding it completely within her mouth, lips pursing at success. She begins moaning, contracting her cheeks muscles, making me wish it were my desired appendage. She arches her back, breasts yielding to my mouth. I engulf one of her mounds, sucking harshly. She whimpers...oh god...those sounds... But I stop myself from continuing, her impatient moans made me feel foolish for halting the awaiting sensations what were to run up our spines at any moment. It would be irrational to begin our routine once again, relaxing for a moment would do her good. Without it, she would feel extreme pain after the orgasm she anticipated her way. See, in someway I do care. But this girl needed rest..... Well adequate to start the next round.

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"......" Silence and thoughts of pleasure I have never seen or felt before roam within the confines of my mind...

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