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Aikouka Keiretsu	By : Mistress535 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In Your Shoes

Chapter 2
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He waited for five minutes, and then finally opened the closet door, barely restraining
a laugh. Piccolo was trying desperately to straighten out a bra, her arm stuck at an odd
angle, and she glared at him.
"Here," he said, going over and helping her out of it, suddenly staring at
her breasts, Wow, I'm pretty damn sexy! "Turn around."
She glared at him and did, and he caught himself looking at her ass, shaking his head, Does
my own body turning me on make me a twisted pervert? What the Hell, I'm a guy now,
Piccolo's a girl now, and- He blinked, I'm basically looking at Piccolo half nude.
"Lift your arms."
She huffed, but did it, jumping as he put the bra on her and fastened it, turning
around, "This isn't comfortable."
"Fix your boobs," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose while he looked
down to keep from laughing.
"What?" she asked, not appreciating the humor of the situation.
He looked up and coughed, biting his lip, "For the love of Kami, put them in the
cups so it is comfortable."
"This isn't funny! Why do you even wear this contraption?!" she snapped.
He shrugged, going to find something for her to wear to avoid looking at her and
laughing, or throwing her in the floor and having his way with her, "Just take it
off. You're lucky that I have great boobs to begin with."
She rolled her eyes, "You didn't answer my question."
"Because. You'll figure it out. Try jumping," he said.
She did, seeing his point, and also seeing him staring at her with flushed cheeks,
"You pervert!"
He cleared his throat and shoved the outfit at her, quickly leaving the closet.
~
She came downstairs and flew into the kitchen, pissed as hell, "Is this your idea
of a joke?"
He looked up and cocked his head to the side, "Lynn was right, that does look damn
good on me."
"YOU ARE-"
"Calm down," he smiled, "Piccolo, that's what I normally wear. What's
the problem?"
"These are the problem," she growled, pointing to her breasts, "They're
about to fall out!"
"You'll get used to that," he smiled, handing her a plate of food, "Now
eat, you're cranky."
He watched her eat, sipping a glass of water casually, and then nearly choked.
‘You've got to be joking?'
"Nail?!"
Piccolo stopped eating and looked at him, raising a brow before smirking, "You get
to deal with the old woman. How amusing."
He frowned, I can explain.
‘Don't bother,' Nail chuckled, ‘This is a nice change.'
How come you didn't show up before?
‘Because Piccolo has an annoying habit of blocking me out. Kind of like shoving
me in a closet if you will.'
And you just got out? Well, interesting. Hopefully you won't be as spastic as
Piccolo's being.
‘Is he now? How odd.'
Not really, he smirked, It's getting close to a full moon, and my body goes
crazy during every one. He's having a case of hanyomegami PMS.
"What's so funny?" she asked suspiciously, noticing the smirk.
"Talking with Nail," he said, "He's telling me jokes."
"Nail . . . Telling jokes? You're lying," she frowned.
‘Tell him he never gives me the opportunity to, since he's always an asshole,'
Nail smirked.
"He said you never give him the opportunity to, and you're an asshole," he
said.
"I'll remember that," she frowned.
He chuckled, turning his attention back to his new counterpart, I wish you'd popped
up earlier, you would have loved to see Piccolo trying to put on a bra.
‘I wish I had. I could have used that for later on,' he chuckled, ‘You
seem to be handling this pretty well.'
Eh, other than trying to contain my curiousity and keeping my eyes above my waist,
it's not so bad. I do feel kind of bad for Piccolo though. I mean, if he doesn't eat on
time he'll get insanely grouchy, not to mention the mood swings he's gonna go through come
tomorrow. He has no idea how much self-control I actually do have. Some days I've come
close to smacking him for no reason other than he frowned at me.
‘Maybe after this he'll be more considerate.'
Maybe. Let me ask you something.
‘What's that?'
Does he, you know . . . Does he-
"I'm not sitting here all day while you and Nail talk to each other!" she
snapped, annoyed and a little worried about what the other Namek was telling him.
Sorry, we'll finish this later "Fine. If you're finished, brush your teeth while
I-"
"I'm not a baby! I don't have to be told to do everything!" she snapped.
"Fine. Then get your shoes on and let's go. I'll wash your hair later," he
said, tired of her attitude.
She growled something and got up, "I have my shoes on."
He looked down and nodded, "Alright. Come on."
~
She stomped back into the house and slammed the door, hearing it open and slam again
behind her, turning on him to scream again, and stopping when she saw the look on his
face. He tossed most of the bags down and walked dejectedly upstairs, slamming the
bathroom door behind him. With a deep sigh, he set a bag on the vanity and went over to
the tub, beginning to turn the water on, beginning to take off his clothes.
‘You know he didn't mean it Nozomi,' Nail said gently.
"No offense Nail, but I just want to be alone a while," he muttered aloud,
tossing the clothes in the hamper and feeling Nail move away into some secret recess of
his, and he looked in the mirror, seeing a tear slipping down his cheek.
Clearing his throat, he arranged the toiletries he'd gotten earlier, tossing the body
wash into the tub after squirting some out to make bubbles, unable to hide the little
chuckle. Piccolo would kill me if he knew I was taking a bubble bath. Well, fuck him.
He frowned again, his shoulders slumping. Trying to get his mind of that subject, he stood
up, beginning to rearrange the candles he had around the bathtub and lighting them. He
stepped back and looked at what he'd done, shaking his head. Kami, why do I feel so
flaming gay all of a sudden? I'm still a girl deep down, even if I do have a-
With that thought he looked down, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. Holy Gods
and Demons! That's- I've never- I'm STACKED! I really am going insane, Piccolo's the one
who's stacked, not me. I'm just privy to this because my friend's a bleeding idiot. Still,
it's mine until we're back in our own bodies. I never thought I'd have a penis. Not on
me anyway. He chuckled again, turning off the water and easing into it, feeling it
loosen up some of his tension.
x
Piccolo heard the water cut on and crossed her arms, her lip pouting out as he thought
of what Nozomi was doing to his body. She felt blood rush to her cheeks, and grumbled
under her breath, going and turning on the television, sure that he was up there
‘experimenting'. Maybe I should too, she thought, looking down at the button
of her pants and remembering the book and ‘object' she'd found that morning. She
turned back to the television, deciding not to give in to her idle curiousity in a moment
of anger. After all, Tholi would find out how to fix this whole mess soon, and then . . .
She thought about what she'd said, and sniffed, feeling odd. She hadn't meant it, and
really hadn't meant everyone that had heard it to hear it either. But she'd said it, and
had seen the way Nozomi had reacted before he tried to reverse the embarrassment of the
situation.
They hadn't talked the whole way back from West View City, Piccolo getting angrier by
the minute, and Nozomi becoming more sullen. She had the full intention of giving him what
for when she'd walked through the door, but had stopped when she saw the glare he'd given
her, undermined by the hurt look in his eyes.
She sighed again, feeling wetness on her cheeks, and realized she was crying. She wiped
the tears away and felt her lip tremble, and buried her face in her hands, unable to
control her emotions.
x
He sighed and lifted his head off the back of the tub, reaching for the loofa and the
bath gel. Working up a lather he got up and began scrubbing, grunting in pleasure as he
washed his lower back. He seriously doubted if Piccolo did this, if ever, since Piccolo
usually smelled like earth, sand, and sweat most of the time, with an underlying hint of
something she hadn't figured out . Not that Nozomi didn't like how he normally smelled,
just that after a day where they sparred until they were dripping, Nozomi secretly heaved
a sigh of relief when Piccolo headed to the hot spring. Now, the more he scrubbed, the
better he felt, given his mood at Piccolo's bitchiness. He was silently wondering about
it, thinking that surely, with the normal self control Piccolo normally possessed, there
wouldn't be that much of a problem controlling his moods in Nozomi's body. Maybe I'm
just used to it, he thought, unconsciously beginning to scrub down his stomach,
grunting as he got below his navel line.
Shit, I forgot about . . . that, he cursed, looking down at it and hearing the
television blaring downstairs. Should I, or shouldn't I? I did make a promise. But then
again, Piccolo is being hateful. I wonder if he ever- His cheeks turned purple, and he
checked mentally for Nail, not feeling him anywhere. He strained his hearing again,
focusing on where Piccolo was, and couldn't hear anything over the television, and
smirked. What the Hell, you only live once. Who knows, I may be able to use this
knowledge later on.
x
Piccolo sniffed and rubbed her swollen eyes, feeling better, but completely drained.
She yawned and sat up on the couch, hearing Nozomi walking down the stairs, whistling. She
turned and raised an eyebrow, watching him walk by in a pair of linen trousers and no
shirt. Nozomi paused and backtracked from his way to the kitchen, looking in the
livingroom and watching Piccolo turn away, her eyes and nose red. He debated on going in
to comfort her, and just leaving her alone, and remembered all the times when all he'd
wanted was for someone to comfort him. He walked in and over to the couch, sitting down
next to her and watching her cross her legs and arms, turning away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said, trying to make it sound harsh, but it came out more
sulky.
"I know you've been crying," he said, moving closer and putting an arm around
the back of the couch, And I'm glad you can't tell what I've been doing.
"Says who?" she asked, turning her head slightly.
"I know what I look like when I've been crying Piccolo," he smiled gently,
pulling her newly cut hair over a shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know," she snapped, "All of a sudden I started crying. It has
nothing to do with you!"
"I never said it did," he said, "Turn around."
She did, looking away, and he lifted her face with a finger, brushing a stray tear away
with his thumb, "Now what is it, really?"
"Nothing, I told you. I just started crying!" she said, her eyes widening as
she was suddenly pulled into him. He smelled spicy and earthy, and she inhaled softly as
she relaxed into the embrace, feeling somewhat normal for the first time since the switch.
"Have you looked at a calendar?" he asked softly, burying his nose in her
hair and inhaling, thinking he'd have to get more of that shampoo.
"No," she said, raising a brow, "Why?"
"Tomorrow's a full moon. That's why you're so moody," he replied, "I'm
sure you've noticed how I get, and now you're going through it."
"This is what you go through every month?" she asked, her eyes widening.
He chuckled, "Yup. Sucks, doesn't it?"
Her stomach growled and he pushed her back, running his fingers through her hair,
"I guess that means I need to start supper. I've got pajamas in my third drawer,
you'll be more comfortable in them."
Not thinking, he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers before he got up and went
towards the kitchen, leaving her stunned and blushing.
x
He sat across from her, nursing on a bottle of water as she ate, seeing something was
bothering her, "Something wrong?"
"No, this is good," she said, taking another bite.
"I wasn't talking about the food," he said, watching her look at him,
"Something's on your mind."
"About earlier," she said, "What I said to you . . . "
"Don't worry about it," he said, brushing it away, "We're both
frustrated and temperamental right now, I'm not going to worry about it."
He got up and began walking out, pausing at the door, "It did hurt my feelings
though."
"I know," she said, "Where are you going?"
"To bed," he replied, "And to talk with Nail a while."
"Oh. Okay," she said, watching him leave. Everything was silent and she
looked around, pushing her plate away from her, Never thought I'd miss that
nagging bastard.

x
Nozomi stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing,
"Nail?"
She looked down at herself, her eyes widening at seeing she was, well, her,
"What the Hell?"
Nail walked towards her, chuckling, "Switched your minds. You are, after all,
still a woman."
She looked happily down at her breasts and then back at her butt, "I'm glad it
didn't affect this. I'm having enough trouble remembering to stand when I pee."
Nail laughed, looking her over, "I'm glad it didn't affect your mental image
too. If you'd looked like Piccolo I would have stayed across the bridge."
She chuckled, looking around, "Wow, he keeps it pretty bare in here, doesn't
he?"
"He does," Nail nodded, "Though his subconscious is less barren, it's
nothing compared to what I've built for myself. His looks like a barren wilderness."
"What's yours like?" she asked, curious.
He smiled at her, "A bit like the Lookout."
"Oh," she said, closing her eyes and focusing, opening them and looking
around again, "There. Much better."
Nail stared around at the lush garden, his eyes taking in the large fountain and the
koi swimming in it, "How did-"
"Well, since I came with my mental body, why couldn't I just recreate my mental
palace here? It makes sense doesn't it?" she asked, turning and walking towards an
archway, her coin mail belt and bra tinkling merrily.
He turned back to her, seeing even her clothes had changed. She was wearing a silver
belt and bra made out of hammered disks, and a sea blue silk skirt that was slit up both
sides to the hips, "I suppose."
He followed her, his eyes widening again as they walked into a side room, watching
her sit gracefully down at a table with a large shogi board, and joined her across from
it.
"You're move," she said with a sweet smile, studying the board after he'd
moved one of his koma.
x

Piccolo walked back to the rear bedroom and looked in, seeing Nozomi was either fast
asleep, or deep in thought, and sighed, going upstairs to Nozomi's bedroom, going to the
bathroom to brush her teeth. As she wiped her mouth, she glanced towards the walk-in,
remember what she'd found earlier. Moving silently, she went in and closed the door,
opening the top drawer and pulling out the book, sitting in the floor. Taking a deep
breath, she opened it to the first page and began reading, her face hot.
x
"So let me get this straight, Namek's produce asexually?" she asked,
looking at him, but Piccolo has a- well, a- how is that possible?"
"Reproducing asexually and being asexual are two different things
entirely," Nail chuckled, "I would say if anything we're hermaphroditic. We're
not sexless at all, despite what Piccolo wants people to believe."
"Piccolo has desires?" she smiled, "Like real sexual
desires?"
Nail smirked, "Doesn't every complex organism?"
"So is he, you know- What's his preference?" she asked, intrigued.
"You mean you haven't figured that out?" he smiled, "You're both so
naive of what the other wants, aren't you?"
"No freakin' way!" she said, her jaw slack.
"Like I said, Piccolo wants people to believe he's an automaton. He's afraid of
losing control, and also afraid of his emotions," he replied, "If you'd push the
issue, I guarantee you'll get somewhere."
"Well, what about you?" she asked, "What do you like?"
His smirk returned, "Before, or after I fused with Piccolo?"
"Be-Have you and-"
"Oh Kami, NO!" he laughed, "Piccolo and I? I'd never even try!
He'd really be impossible then. I'll just say that before I fused with Piccolo I
enjoyed myself when I wasn't training."
"I see. Maybe you can give me a few tips to getting Piccolo," she said,
watching him smile smoothly.
"I'd love to," he said silkily, looking her over.
x
Piccolo bit her lip to stifle the moan that had edged out, collapsing against the floor
and panting. She was covered in sweat, and her whole body was tingling. She swallowed and
pushed herself up, running a hand through her hair. Feeling impossibly sticky, she got up,
hiding the book in the drawer again before she went to take a shower.
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