Piccolo Learns
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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,619
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sexual Tension
Piccolo Learns: Part II
*Girl’s POV*
Sighing contently, I relish the feel of a full stomach, although my preference of food was not of choice. But gratefulness is required in life these days. I hate the fact that the sun gleams restlessly, I prefer the dark; Darkness welcomes. I suggested to Piccolo if we can sleep within the depths of a cave he spoke of so much, one of secrecy. His response was apprehensive and he said he would give it some thought. While I was eating, I watched him intently from the corner of my eye as he punches his invisible opponent, sweat gleaming off his physique. Not saying that green is my type, but I had to admit, he was attractive to my standards. After all, sharp and handsome exterior and a muscular build were a definite yes on my list. He continued to kick the air, his hips stinsting forward to dodge offenses. I imagined it was I he pinned to the ground and ravished. I quickly turned around and glued my eyes to leftovers of the green dish before me. It’s more interesting then ever before...I felt heat creeping up my cheeks and I knew the sun was not its source. He immediately stopped, as if he had read my thoughts or perhaps had a feeling of my [hopefully] temporary lust. I squirmed, already feeling his eyes gazing my back ane moe moist feeling between my inner thighs. I bit my lip nervously and picked at the soft grass beneath me.
I heard his feet pad over the softness and I tensed as his gruff but alluring voice boomed into my ears. \"What are you doing?\" His suspiciousness made me involuntarily shudder. \"I just finished eating.\" I answered, not turning around to show my embarrassed face. He grunted and sat beside me, taking authority over his height by overshadowing my share of sunlight. \"Your scent is different now. \" He stated out of the blue, looking at me expectantly. My face decreased in color and I arched an eyebrow. He sensed my confusion and elaborated. \"You humans can just lust after anything so suddenly, it doesn’t make sense.\" I knew he was to continue, but his sensed my discomfort. \"It‘s lust isn‘t it?\" He was probably wondering if it was he who caused me to lust after him. It was. I felt my eyes widened to its limits and a feisty, blood curling tr thr that rampaged within my flesh. I stood abruptly. \"No it isn‘t! And what makes you think you would ever be the object of my desire?! And why are you assuming things?\" It all quickly left my mouth until I clamped my hand over my lips. I was too obvious. \"So, I’m the one you lust after, huh?\" His voice was full of tease. I spilled the precious information, I blurted the secret. I sat back down, and my goal was set on averting eye contact.
I couldn’t help myself; I just had to see what he was doing at the moment. Much to my surprise, he was staring down at me. If my face would be any redder... But something happened. A thought occurred. The urge to lean my head on his shoulder, the passion to feel those hands squeeze me securely, to have that body meshing within mine... was just that. A thought. But an exotic thought. \"It’s getting stronger...\" His brusque voice droning into my ears before I began another on set of daydreaming...
*Piccolo POV*
She stared off into the lake within our view and had a dreamy look upon her face. Once in a while she would squirm and subconsciously open and close her legs, releasing that intoxicating smell. Itld ild increase heavily, invading my senses. My antennas twitched for her soft touch, the soft touch that emerged and haunted my new daydreams. I observed her keenly; she continued to brush her fingers against her lip, her face slightly heated. She threw herself back and against the ground, releasing what seemed like a moan of frustration. A few minutes of eerie silence and she released a sigh, her scent of supposed arousal fading slowly.
\"So, can I please sleep in that sacred cave? I know I have to get use to all this light, but you can at least spoil me for tonight, I mean day.\" She glanced over in my direction, awaiting a reaction. Though for some reason I seemed to be hypnotized with her lower half, wondering why the scent would emerge from there. Was the anatomy of a female that different? Well of course, if it was used to produce offspring and conceive physically between two beings. But exactly how...I remember. My dream.... They produced pleasurable sensations during the process. ‘That’s what I saw and swore I felt....’ I pondered. I remembered I did not focus on her lower half; I was focusing on the feeling it produced upon my own body. I could have been learning more of this. How foolish.
\"You hentai!\" She immediately sat up, kicking dirt off the ground and onto my lap. \"For a Namek you sure have a dirty mind!\" What in Guru’s name, was she talking about? \"You’re like one of those old bastards that sit on a porch all day! Waiting for the damn wind so that a glimpse of a skirt flip can give you a motive to be horny!\" She pulled at the short material that covered her upper thighs and bottom, before stomping stubbornly. \"What’s a skirt?\" I asked, completely confused. She blinked. Twice.
\"Oh, that’s t. Tt. There are no Namekian females. This is a skirt.\" She motioned to the fabric that I was staring at not so long ago, it hid the mystery I longed for to be solved. \"You have to know these other things like thongs, panties, g-strings, granny....\" Her voice slowly died within my ears. Little did I know, that later on, I would find out personally and nothing less of ‘physical’. \"....and so I thought you were doing that intentionally.\" She gave a small shy smile before her face gave back to thinking. \"Well? Is the cave an option?\" Suddenly the wind did pick up and the ‘skirt’ blew violently, revealing the ‘thong’ she had mentioned while rambling. Since she was standing so that her sides were visible, I saw her bare ass exposed; nothing put a small piece of textile between her two cheeks. The front covered very little; perhaps where I knew laid the tightness of her.... What was it called? The wind was defiant; it pushed her onto me. I did not expect this, so I fell backwards with the female in my arms.
I flipped, using my body as a protective shield from the strong speed, which could easily and slowly slice her delicate skin. It passed slowly and heard the feminine protests beneath me. \"Look female, your voice is aggravating. So I suggest you shut up!\" I growled in frustration. She was not helping. \"Well I would if you weren’t so damn heavy! What are you trying to do! Smother me!\" I tightened my hold in anger. \"I could just leave you to die you know.\" I deliberately loosened my grip, intimidating her. \"And if you were smart, you would fly out of here and into The Cave! Or are you that weak and pathetic.\" Her witty comments brought a new emotion in my system. She challenged me in such a haughty voice; the fact that she was correct was.... irritating. I am smart, I can fly. I am elite, not weak and pathetic and am stronthanthan any average Namekian above standards.
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\"Whoa.\" Was the only word that emitted from her elegant lips as she grabbed my hand and squeezed excitingly. The extravagant view made her eyes widened and reflected the beauty before her. I flew over the lush land that hid The Cave with exquisiteness, holding her tightly and lacking in accuracy so that she could admire the view. I flew lower, wandering within the labyrinth that led to the cave in which I spoke of, which was dark, yet in an eerie way gorgeous. Silver-light crystal adorned the walls and fed off the energy of the beautiful environment around it. It could last for all eternity. Though it only illuminated the first half of the cave, deeper within its depths was the coziness of it all. One in which I would show and allow the human to rest for the day. We passed a large mass of sparkling clear water. The human mentioned something about the resemblance to ‘The ‘Caribbean’, whatever than was.
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There she lay, sprawled out comfortably over the soft grass within the cave. I did say this cave was sacred, and therefore meant it. The dim light reflected over her eyes as she continued to star at the grotto’s ceiling. I admired her pale long legs, imagining its silk like feel as I rub them over with my hands. She had long ago placed the beautiful flowers behind her ear, illuminating her appealing features. I sat not far from her against one of the smooth walls, letting the fire that she had built dance around us; it licked hungrily around our cozy palace. She used her ‘back-pack’ as a pillow and fought sleep, maybe to prove that she was in fact, an insomniac. She restlessly tossed and turned, her undergarments feeding my avid eyes; I couldn’t help but stare; God is truly skilled. Minutes of fidgeting and then stillness. Thinking she was dead, I extended my leg and nudged her, she mumbled incoherencies before slumber cursed her. I closed my eyes and remained in my meditative position, resting my eyes from the former and eternal bright rays.
Next Chapter: Early Interaction
Author’s Note:
IF YOU WANT TO BE INFORMED ON FURTHER UPDATES ON THIS FIC, PLEASE EMAIL ME SAYING SO @: BLUESAIYANCHICK@yahoo.COM
Alright, what is this 3 months from the last update? I’m very sorry, people have most likely forgot about this damned fanfic. You deserve more and I promise, when I get some recognition from maybe a week after, I’ll have the chapter ready for you, because half of it is ready for the postal service ^_^ Okay, originally, this was suppose to have PYHSICAL INTERACTION, but I’ll leave that for next chapter because I’m evil and I want feedback. Please Review and don’t loose hope.
BlueSaiyanChick
*Girl’s POV*
Sighing contently, I relish the feel of a full stomach, although my preference of food was not of choice. But gratefulness is required in life these days. I hate the fact that the sun gleams restlessly, I prefer the dark; Darkness welcomes. I suggested to Piccolo if we can sleep within the depths of a cave he spoke of so much, one of secrecy. His response was apprehensive and he said he would give it some thought. While I was eating, I watched him intently from the corner of my eye as he punches his invisible opponent, sweat gleaming off his physique. Not saying that green is my type, but I had to admit, he was attractive to my standards. After all, sharp and handsome exterior and a muscular build were a definite yes on my list. He continued to kick the air, his hips stinsting forward to dodge offenses. I imagined it was I he pinned to the ground and ravished. I quickly turned around and glued my eyes to leftovers of the green dish before me. It’s more interesting then ever before...I felt heat creeping up my cheeks and I knew the sun was not its source. He immediately stopped, as if he had read my thoughts or perhaps had a feeling of my [hopefully] temporary lust. I squirmed, already feeling his eyes gazing my back ane moe moist feeling between my inner thighs. I bit my lip nervously and picked at the soft grass beneath me.
I heard his feet pad over the softness and I tensed as his gruff but alluring voice boomed into my ears. \"What are you doing?\" His suspiciousness made me involuntarily shudder. \"I just finished eating.\" I answered, not turning around to show my embarrassed face. He grunted and sat beside me, taking authority over his height by overshadowing my share of sunlight. \"Your scent is different now. \" He stated out of the blue, looking at me expectantly. My face decreased in color and I arched an eyebrow. He sensed my confusion and elaborated. \"You humans can just lust after anything so suddenly, it doesn’t make sense.\" I knew he was to continue, but his sensed my discomfort. \"It‘s lust isn‘t it?\" He was probably wondering if it was he who caused me to lust after him. It was. I felt my eyes widened to its limits and a feisty, blood curling tr thr that rampaged within my flesh. I stood abruptly. \"No it isn‘t! And what makes you think you would ever be the object of my desire?! And why are you assuming things?\" It all quickly left my mouth until I clamped my hand over my lips. I was too obvious. \"So, I’m the one you lust after, huh?\" His voice was full of tease. I spilled the precious information, I blurted the secret. I sat back down, and my goal was set on averting eye contact.
I couldn’t help myself; I just had to see what he was doing at the moment. Much to my surprise, he was staring down at me. If my face would be any redder... But something happened. A thought occurred. The urge to lean my head on his shoulder, the passion to feel those hands squeeze me securely, to have that body meshing within mine... was just that. A thought. But an exotic thought. \"It’s getting stronger...\" His brusque voice droning into my ears before I began another on set of daydreaming...
*Piccolo POV*
She stared off into the lake within our view and had a dreamy look upon her face. Once in a while she would squirm and subconsciously open and close her legs, releasing that intoxicating smell. Itld ild increase heavily, invading my senses. My antennas twitched for her soft touch, the soft touch that emerged and haunted my new daydreams. I observed her keenly; she continued to brush her fingers against her lip, her face slightly heated. She threw herself back and against the ground, releasing what seemed like a moan of frustration. A few minutes of eerie silence and she released a sigh, her scent of supposed arousal fading slowly.
\"So, can I please sleep in that sacred cave? I know I have to get use to all this light, but you can at least spoil me for tonight, I mean day.\" She glanced over in my direction, awaiting a reaction. Though for some reason I seemed to be hypnotized with her lower half, wondering why the scent would emerge from there. Was the anatomy of a female that different? Well of course, if it was used to produce offspring and conceive physically between two beings. But exactly how...I remember. My dream.... They produced pleasurable sensations during the process. ‘That’s what I saw and swore I felt....’ I pondered. I remembered I did not focus on her lower half; I was focusing on the feeling it produced upon my own body. I could have been learning more of this. How foolish.
\"You hentai!\" She immediately sat up, kicking dirt off the ground and onto my lap. \"For a Namek you sure have a dirty mind!\" What in Guru’s name, was she talking about? \"You’re like one of those old bastards that sit on a porch all day! Waiting for the damn wind so that a glimpse of a skirt flip can give you a motive to be horny!\" She pulled at the short material that covered her upper thighs and bottom, before stomping stubbornly. \"What’s a skirt?\" I asked, completely confused. She blinked. Twice.
\"Oh, that’s t. Tt. There are no Namekian females. This is a skirt.\" She motioned to the fabric that I was staring at not so long ago, it hid the mystery I longed for to be solved. \"You have to know these other things like thongs, panties, g-strings, granny....\" Her voice slowly died within my ears. Little did I know, that later on, I would find out personally and nothing less of ‘physical’. \"....and so I thought you were doing that intentionally.\" She gave a small shy smile before her face gave back to thinking. \"Well? Is the cave an option?\" Suddenly the wind did pick up and the ‘skirt’ blew violently, revealing the ‘thong’ she had mentioned while rambling. Since she was standing so that her sides were visible, I saw her bare ass exposed; nothing put a small piece of textile between her two cheeks. The front covered very little; perhaps where I knew laid the tightness of her.... What was it called? The wind was defiant; it pushed her onto me. I did not expect this, so I fell backwards with the female in my arms.
I flipped, using my body as a protective shield from the strong speed, which could easily and slowly slice her delicate skin. It passed slowly and heard the feminine protests beneath me. \"Look female, your voice is aggravating. So I suggest you shut up!\" I growled in frustration. She was not helping. \"Well I would if you weren’t so damn heavy! What are you trying to do! Smother me!\" I tightened my hold in anger. \"I could just leave you to die you know.\" I deliberately loosened my grip, intimidating her. \"And if you were smart, you would fly out of here and into The Cave! Or are you that weak and pathetic.\" Her witty comments brought a new emotion in my system. She challenged me in such a haughty voice; the fact that she was correct was.... irritating. I am smart, I can fly. I am elite, not weak and pathetic and am stronthanthan any average Namekian above standards.
**************************
\"Whoa.\" Was the only word that emitted from her elegant lips as she grabbed my hand and squeezed excitingly. The extravagant view made her eyes widened and reflected the beauty before her. I flew over the lush land that hid The Cave with exquisiteness, holding her tightly and lacking in accuracy so that she could admire the view. I flew lower, wandering within the labyrinth that led to the cave in which I spoke of, which was dark, yet in an eerie way gorgeous. Silver-light crystal adorned the walls and fed off the energy of the beautiful environment around it. It could last for all eternity. Though it only illuminated the first half of the cave, deeper within its depths was the coziness of it all. One in which I would show and allow the human to rest for the day. We passed a large mass of sparkling clear water. The human mentioned something about the resemblance to ‘The ‘Caribbean’, whatever than was.
****************************
There she lay, sprawled out comfortably over the soft grass within the cave. I did say this cave was sacred, and therefore meant it. The dim light reflected over her eyes as she continued to star at the grotto’s ceiling. I admired her pale long legs, imagining its silk like feel as I rub them over with my hands. She had long ago placed the beautiful flowers behind her ear, illuminating her appealing features. I sat not far from her against one of the smooth walls, letting the fire that she had built dance around us; it licked hungrily around our cozy palace. She used her ‘back-pack’ as a pillow and fought sleep, maybe to prove that she was in fact, an insomniac. She restlessly tossed and turned, her undergarments feeding my avid eyes; I couldn’t help but stare; God is truly skilled. Minutes of fidgeting and then stillness. Thinking she was dead, I extended my leg and nudged her, she mumbled incoherencies before slumber cursed her. I closed my eyes and remained in my meditative position, resting my eyes from the former and eternal bright rays.
Next Chapter: Early Interaction
Author’s Note:
IF YOU WANT TO BE INFORMED ON FURTHER UPDATES ON THIS FIC, PLEASE EMAIL ME SAYING SO @: BLUESAIYANCHICK@yahoo.COM
Alright, what is this 3 months from the last update? I’m very sorry, people have most likely forgot about this damned fanfic. You deserve more and I promise, when I get some recognition from maybe a week after, I’ll have the chapter ready for you, because half of it is ready for the postal service ^_^ Okay, originally, this was suppose to have PYHSICAL INTERACTION, but I’ll leave that for next chapter because I’m evil and I want feedback. Please Review and don’t loose hope.
BlueSaiyanChick