Training Partners; Vegeta vs. Piccolo

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“Goku, aren’t you worried that one of them is going to try to take over the world, or universe or whatever?”, Goku lets out a loud chuckle, “now I don’t think those two are like that anymore Krillin! Now hurry up and finish! Before Chi-Chi gets home!”, “alright Goku, but… it’s so big! Are you sure it will fit?”, “of course I am! Just go on! Go ahead and sit on it! You know you want to!”, “well ok Goku… if you say so… oh! Oh WOW! That feels really GREAT Goku! I don’t want to ever get off!”, “I know! It’s great! Isn’t it!? Now get off and give me a hand!”, Krillin stand and helps guide Gokus new couch into the front door of the house. “Chi-Chi is going to love it Goku!”

Vegeta walks tentatively out of the forest to the cave he and Piccolo had claimed and renovated over the past 7 weeks. Though it is carved out of solid rock, entering right into a cliff face, it is a quite lavish ’cave’ with several rooms and a beautiful décor. It is not a hole in the ground by ANY means. “where’d you go in such a hurry Vegeta?”, Vegeta looks flushed and pale at the same time. “n… no where”, “you don’t look so good, you’re color isn’t right. Are you feeling well?”, Vegeta snaps back with “I’M FINE! And who are you to judge the color of a persons skin?” his words are harsh, “alright, calm down! Here, I made breakfast…”, Vegeta looks at the food. As he does so, he goes white as a ghost, wide eyed, grabs his abdomen with one hand, clasps his other hand over his mouth and runs back into the forest! “I didn’t think my cooking was THAT bad…” says Piccolo to himself as he takes a bite of the food. He hears Vegeta, evacuating, in the woods. He decides to get rid of the food, he makes the bed and heats some water, grabbing a washcloth. As Vegeta staggers back, he is ambushed, huge, green and pink arms wrap around him, “hey! What are you doing!?”, “you are going to bed, you’re sick”, “no I’m NOT! I’m FINE!”, “don’t make me sedate you…” he ushers Vegeta to bed. Once there, he lays Vegeta down, takes his boots off, his gloves too. He undoes Vegetas suit and peels it off of him. Piccolo covers him up and places the warm, damp cloth on Vegetas head, noting that he isn’t feverish, but still looks woozy.

Vegeta and Piccolo begin training in the afternoon “I’m certain I’m just allergic to something on the cursed planet! Now let’s get on with it, I’ll not let an allergy keep me from surpassing Kakarot!” but Piccolo, concerned for his health, goes easy on him, even so, Vegeta looks as though he is working harder than ever. Out of now where, Vegeta makes for land, back toward the cave. Piccolo catches up and finds him munching through their stores of purchased food (provided care of Capsule Corp. of course.) “are you ok Vegeta?”, “I’m fine, why”, Vegeta sounds as though he is about to cry as he shove more food in his mouth before swallowing the last mouthful. “uh, nothing, we better get to bed before long, the others are expecting us at Krillins birthday party tomorrow afternoon.”, “right! It’ll be great to get out of this place for a bit! Won’t it? I can’t wait! See you in bed! Good night! Have a great meditation!” Vegeta, now… chipper… gives Piccolo a peck on the nose and trots off to the bed chamber. A now VERY confused Piccolo walks toward the meditation chamber.

Piccolo awakens to his keen ears detecting Vegeta again in distress in the forest. He tries to persuade Vegeta to stay home, but, the stubborn Saiyan refuses. He does, however, agree to wait for Piccolo to get some distance and approach the party form a different direction than Vegeta, whom will fly directly there, making it MUCH easier on him, and he won’t have to push his power level down, thus relaxing him. Vegeta arrives after Piccolo, he feels as though every pair of eyes there were on him as he landed. He word a pair of jeans and a loose, button down shirt over a white tank top. He’d been wearing loose clothing for at least 2 weeks now actually, and had lost all interest in sex, to Piccolos dismay. He gives the eyes a sweeping glare, and their gazes turn back to what they were talking about before. Gohan, Trunks and Bulma come out of the house. Gohan rushes over and hugs Piccolo, also to Piccolos dismay. Trunks walks towards his father, as he timidly begins to render a polite “hello” he is suddenly scooped up into his fathers arms and… cuddled… this draws more than a few stares. Vegeta senses them watching. “WHAT!? Can’t a father hug his SON!?” again every one goes back to mingling as before… albeit awkwardly. Trunks is released, feeling VERY strange about what had just happened. As mingling continues and final preparations are made, Vegeta stays oddly close to the young teens, watching them play and otherwise enjoy themselves. Bulma approaches him, though there wasn’t any alcohol yet being served at this party, she had obviously done a little bit of “tasting” before hand. Vegeta tunes her out, not paying any attention to what she is saying, but her annoying voice is VERY distracting, so distracting in fact, that he doesn’t hear the boys change directions around the table he was leaning against. As they run between him and her, Trunks accidentally grabs Vegetas shirt while trying to tag Gohans shoulder. Vegetas loose shirt is ripped open, buttons fly about, one striking Goku in the head. Everyone turns in time to see Vegeta trying to cover an uncharacteristic pot belly! “wow Vegeta! You’ve put on some weight!” chuckles Goku. He is stared into the ground by Chi-Chis glare ‘OF DOOM!’ and Vegetas whole face turns red “WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT!” again, they go back to mingling. Vegeta spends the rest of the party, avoiding the others, and sneaking all the food he could get his hands on. No one DARED call him out on who was the one to sneak a piece of cake before the candles were ever lit! the whole evening he tries to counter-glare at all of the glances he was getting from the other Z fighters and company. Finally, he can take no more! “WOULD YOU ALL STOP LOOKING AT ME!?”, he screams, out of nowhere to the others perceptions. He starts to storm off but, as he does so, he goes pale and drops to the ground, rag doll style, out cold.

His eyes creep open under the examination of Dr. Briefs. “like I said, I’m more of an engineer, but I have had some medical training, so I’ll do my best to help” he’d explained to the group. “relax Vegeta, let me check you out right quick”, “what happened?”, he mutters, “you… uh… fainted…” stammers Yamcha, quite timidly, while hiding behind Goku. “fainted? The prince of all Saiyans does not faint!” as Dr. Briefs stethoscope (which he normally uses on equipment, not people) slides down Vegetas chest, Dr. Briefs just says “hmm” over and over. He obviously has no idea what he’s doing. However, as he slides it over Vegetas pot-belly, he pauses a few times. He calmly takes his stethoscope off, sets it down, gives an affirmative nod, then falls back on his ass, looking like he‘d just been told that all of his credentials were to be stripped from him on account of a clerical error regarding one of his middles school report cards, on which he‘d gotten a B+ in stead of an A. “WHAT?” yells… everyone else… but Dr. Briefs can only stammer and stutter incoherently. Vegeta sits up and grabs Dr. Briefs by the collar, “NO! there’s NO WAY! It is NOT possible!”, most are quite confused, they are either too naïve, *cough Goku cough* or in denial, *cough everyone else cough*. “I can NOT be… p… puh… pregnant!… IMPOSSIBLE!” Dr. Briefs is… out of commission for the moment… Vegeta becomes static. He is unmoving, but for his uncontrollable shaking. There is an overwhelming sense of impending doom over him as he sits there, fists clenched, too many emotions are overwhelming him, so he defaults to rage. Out of nowhere, his face is lifted by the chin. His eyes are met by Piccolos intense gaze. Vegeta can’t think, he feels utterly lost and alone, but then, Piccolo plants a powerful, passionate kiss on him! Their eyes close as they kiss. Everyone around them is speechless, every face is red as can be. The moment seems to last forever, “so… Piccolo’s going to be a daddy to!? That’s GREAT!” Goku is dragged away from the couple by the ears, by both Chi-Chi and Bulma. Vegeta is picked up in Piccolos strong arms, one under his back, the other under his knees, and is carried to a chair, where he is sat upon Piccolos lap. Vegeta is limp and unresponsive, laying against Piccolos chest, hands, bunched up in his lap awkwardly, tail hanging limply off of Piccolos thigh. Piccolo wraps his arms around him. Vegeta presses his face into Piccolos chest, as the women return to shoo the others away, to give them privacy. As soon as most of the ears are more or less out of range, Vegeta breaks down, balling in Piccolos arms for several moments. Piccolo coddles him, running his fingers through Vegetas hair. “what… are we going to do?” Vegeta stammers as his tears subside. “what do you mean?”, “what do YOU mean ’what do you mean’? I can’t have a BABY! I’m no father! I can’t even parent the one I have! Not to mention birth! I mean… I’m a MALE! How did this even happen!?”, “I’m not sure, but I know this, you’ll make an excellent father! You’ve changed a lot since Trunks was born! And, well, we have some time to figure out the rest.”, “where are we going to put it! I mean, all of our rooms are spoken for!”, “don’t give me that. You know full well that either one of us could carve out an other chamber in minutes, and have it finished in an afternoon.”, “BUT!”, “but what?”, “I! I can’t…”, “what?”, “I’m scared…”, “you are the prince of all Saiyans, you are MY prince! You can do this. WE… can do this… together, you and me.”, “Piccolo?”, “yes?”, “I’m hungry…” Piccolo smiles, reaches behind himself, grabbing the bowl of mixed nuts, which Vegeta starts nibbling on. Piccolo can’t stop smiling, he watches Vegeta munch away. “I love you too” he coos softly.

The girls are the first to poke their heads out of the door, three stooges style. They creep out, like voles in spring, venturing out of their tunnels for the first time, fearing the foxes fangs. They approach slowly, giving the couple plenty of time to notice them. They are followed at a short distance by the rest of the gang. They had half heartedly finished up Krillins birthday party in the house, he blew out the candles on what was left of his cake, and opened a few presents, most were either orange gis, scalp wax, or gag gifts. “um Vegeta? Piccolo?” they look up at the small crowd, gathered around them. Vegetas whole face is red from embarrassment and shame as he tries to cover his bulging belly. Bulma continues “ we… just wanted to… uh… well…”, Chi-Chi finishes the sentence, compensating for Bulmas apprehension. “to congratulate you two! We all think it’s really wonderful! DON’T we… Bulma?”, Bulma nods her blue haired head, forcing a smile. A more composed Dr. Briefs steps forward, “yes, well, seeing as how I’ve never even heard of a case like this before, and I am neither a medical professional or even familiar with alien anatomy, I don’t think I’m the best person to treat you, you seem to be about 6 weeks along to me. But I think I know a doctor that would be perfect for you. I’ll have her come here, since I’m sure there’s no way I could possibly convince you to go to her facility in town. If you’re ok with it, I can have her here within the hour.”, Vegeta nods, but says nothing. There is an awkward pause before Trunks shuffles around the legs of the adults to get close to his father and… uh… dad? “father?”, their attention is drawn down to him. He moves close to them, leaning on Piccolos knee. “can… I… touch it?”, Vegeta is unsure of what to say, he looks around at the others, their eyes seem to encourage him to allow it. He moves his hands, letting his shirt open a bit. Trunks gently places his palm on Vegetas tummy feeling its warmth. “I wonder if I’m going to have a baby brother, or a sister?”, Vegeta goes wide eyed, “I… don’t know… I hadn’t thought about it.” Trunks moves between Piccolos knees, his hand slides to the opposite side of his fathers tummy and he lays his head on Vegetas chest, hugging him, the belly, and Piccolo all at the same time. The scene is captured bye Oolongs camera as it elicits an “aw!” from the crowd. The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves, taking turns congratulating them and showing there support, everyone but Bulma that is, she slipped off to the house, she walks over to the bar, locates the bottles that says “non-alcoholic whiskey” which is covered in dust by the way, and pulls it like a lever. A panel in the floor slides open, revealing a temperature controlled chest. She dials in the combination and opens it. She sets a strange vessel with tubes coming out of it every which way, on the bar. She fills the large dish with ice, letting it chill. Next, she sets a strange flute type glass on the bar, under a downward facing, apparently outlet, tube. Finally, she produces from it a strange, ornately made, black glass bottle. “time to let the green fairy cure my ails!” she says to herself as the fills the flute-like glass to half with a green liquid, then, she pours chilled, purified water over the ice slowly, as the water empties into the glass of green liquid it abruptly changes to a much lighter shade, looking like oil and water mysteriously mixing! She picks up the absinthe and throws back the ENTIRE GLASS like a common shot of gin! Then restarts the process anew.

The doctor arrives with an old fashioned bag. She is a short, stout woman, looking to be of Scandinavian descent. She wears a lab coat over a simple, sensible skirt suit. She looks to be about 50 years old. “ah Dr. Briefs! How go it is to see you again!”, “Dr. Ogden! Long time no?”, she nods, “so about this ‘unusual case’ you wanted me to examine?”, “ah yes well, I have a close acquaintance that has recently become pregnant, I wondered if you could take a look for me?”, “yes of course, but what’s so unusual about pregnancy?”, “well, I guess you’ll see for you self in a moment won’t you?” he leads her to the guest house. She follows him down the hall to the bedroom. He knocks on the door and opens it a crack, “are you two ready?”, she can hardly hear a voice. As doctor briefs begins to enter he pauses to say, “prepare yourself you’re about to get a double dose of shock, but don’t worry, everything is ok. Ready?”, “now Doctor, I am a PROFESSIONAL!”, she assures him. As they walk in she lets out a blood curdling scream and falls to the ass in fear at the site of, whom she believes to be, ‘The Evil King Piccolo’ sitting on the opposite side of the bed. “doctor! It is all right, he means you no harm! He’s a good guy now!”, she gains some semblance of composure as he helps her up. She then takes one timid step toward the bed, then stops cold in her tracks. There, in the bed, is a very embarrassed looking Vegeta, wearing a Capsule Corp. paper gown. “doctor, surely you are joking, he is a male!”, “I am well aware of that, but please, conduct your examination?”, she shrugs and approaches cautiously. “h… hello there… I and Dr. Ogden, I specialize in difficult, extraordinary, and state of the art methods of birthing. I’ll need to examine you abdomen, may I?”, Vegeta nods and lowers the blanket. His gown has a square hole, precut, in the front. The doctor doesn’t react too much, he just looks a bit flabby to her. She presses here and there, then takes out her stethoscope and presses it about, here and there. Her eyes widen as she tries to stay professional and even skeptical. “have you had any strange illnesses or abnormal behaviors?”, “no” he says calmly… “his appetite has skyrocketed, he’s been moody and emotional and he vomits almost every morning, and he’s gained about 15 or 20 pounds in just the past 7 weeks. He normally has washboard abs, and hasn’t decreased his work out regimen at all.” Piccolo interjects, and gets a death scowl for it.

Piccolo and Vegeta arrive at their humble abode late at night. “you should have let me carry you…”, “you heard her, I might not even be… you know…”, “well, we’ll know tomorrow won’t we?” they get into bed together after cleaning up. Piccolo grabs Vegeta, cuddling him from behind, his arm draped over him, his hand softly rubbing the bulging tummy. “Piccolo.”, “yes?”, “what if I’m not?”, Piccolo ponders for several moments, “I don’t know, I guess we’ll just, continue on like before.”, “but, it would be ok, right?”, Piccolo shifts over him, putting Vegetas arm over his neck. He looks deep into Vegetas eyes, “I love you Vegeta, no matter what!”, Vegeta blushes and they kiss. “you… hope I am… don’t you?”, Piccolo blushes for a change, “well… I wouldn’t be disappointed…”, “you’re hoping with all your heart! I can SENSE it!”, Piccolo kisses him hard. “and why shouldn’t I? why shouldn’t I wish to have a child with the one I love? What’s wrong with that?”, “what’s wrong with it? What if I’m not? What if I can’t carry it all of the way?”, “that’s a different matter altogether!”, “but what if I can’t! what would you think of me!?”, “what!?”, “what if I can’t bear your child!? Who would you go to then?”, “who would I… WHAT!? … how DARE you think for one INSTANT that I would leave you for ANY reason! If you can’t, then you can’t, that’s it!” Piccolo wipes a tear from Vegetas cheek. “you don’t need a fancy scanner to tell you, we both know you are, and *I* know, that we’ll be just fine. I’ll be right here, right beside you, through all of it.”, Piccolo places his hand on Vegetas belly, “why would you think that I was with you just for this? This is only a symbol of my love for you, of our love for each other.”, Vegeta looks around, fighting back tears. “Oh just kiss me already!” he blurts out.

Piccolos eyes creep open. Vegetas head is on his lower chest. “did you sleep?” he whispers. Vegeta shakes his head. Piccolo strokes Vegetas head. Well, we had better get ready then.” Vegeta nods. They get up, Vegeta is sluggish and distant as he dresses, sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes widen and he makes for the bathroom. When he finally comes out, he is shaking. Piccolo rushes over, hugging him tenderly. “I’m carrying you… no arguments.” they land at Dr. Briefs home. They enter the shop. It is now equipped with a massive machine that wasn’t there before. Vegeta is guided to lay on the padded table, and is slid, unceremoniously into the machine. It lights up and hums all around him. “be sure not to move Vegeta”, says Dr. Ogden. As Vegeta slides out of the machine, she stands and approaches him, trying to maintain her composure. “uh well… um…I never would have thought it to be true. Um… congratulations? You… are about 2 months pregnant…”, it’s impossible to discern Vegetas reaction, “is it… healthy?” she scratches her head a bit. “well, you see… I… have never seen anything quite like this. The fetus is still early in its development, it is in a soft, almost, egg like case in your abdomen. It is outside of your intestines, in fact, it’s like it was designed to function this way. It is positioned PERFECTLY to gestate in your body. Though I am, admittedly, no expert on alien anatomy, it is my professional opinion, the this fetus is as healthy as a horse… so to speak. I will want to take more scans, one a week at least, if not for the assurance of your, and your child’s health, then for posterity’s sake.”, “posterity?”, questions Piccolo. “most physicians would give their right arms to have to opportunity to study this occurrence. It’s a once in a generation, no, once in an AGE opportunity!” the couple look at each other, “alright, but understand, this is just as strange to us… to me… as it is to you.”, she turns to Piccolo, “so, this is normal among your people?” Piccolo blushes a bit, “I… don’t know… I grew up here, the only one of my kind, and when they were here, I was uncomfortable with them, I never thought to ask about such things.”, “oh, I see, then it is all the more important that we take this chance to find out! Please, I’ll do everything in my power to make it as stress free and comfortable as possible!”, “thank you”

“what are you doing?” Vegeta find Piccolo in the woods, approaching from behind, Piccolos cape hides whatever he was doing. Startled, he moves fast to hide whatever it is, “NOTHING!”, “Piccolo, you can’t lie to me! What is it!”, Piccolo sighs and reaches down , under the log on which he is sitting to pick up the trinket. Vegeta sits next to him and is handed the chunk of wood, it’s a half done carving of Vegeta, holding a bundle as a mother holds a newborn, “I was going to give it to you as a gift for the baby’s room.”, Vegeta tears up and hugs Piccolo hard.

Piccolo holds Vegeta after a particularly violent episode of morning sickness. Vegeta balls in his arms. Pain he can handle, intense training makes ones whole body burn with pain, but it is the feeling of weakness that accompanies these episodes that frightens him so. After he has recovered, Vegeta seeks out food. After eating, he trains some, keeping his strength from withering from convalescence. Piccolo works on the nursery chamber some more, taking time and care, carving it out with great precision and attention to detail.

As the sun settles low in the sky, Piccolo notices the conspicuous lack of noise. He comes out of the nearly finished chamber, “Vegeta?”, he looks through their home. As he enters the bedroom, however, he is tackled onto the bed. “VEGETA!? Be careful! You could damage something!”, “oh shut up” Vegeta, half nude, crawls up Piccolo, with a look in his eye that Piccolo hadn’t seen in some 4 months! “v… Vegeta!”, “shush!”, “b… but!”, Vegeta grips Piccolos groin, making Piccolo jump and sort of yips, not that Vegeta was being particularly rough, rather, Piccolo is quite… sensitive, at the moment. “see? How ungrateful would I seem if I do not tend to your needs as well as you are tending to mine!?”, “BUT!”, “SHUSH!” Vegeta zealously tugs at Piccolos sash and pants, pulling them down to his knees. Vegeta has never before seen Piccolo in such need, his orbs are swollen, larger than he thought possible! Piccolo is already almost at full attention. “but Vegeta, what of… AH!” Piccolo is silenced by Vegetas velvet tongue sliding up his swollen orbs, up the underside of his green, throbbing shaft, leading to his leaking head being engulfed by Vegetas eager mouth! Piccolo squirms under Vegetas hungry slurping! Clenching the bedding in his fists! Vegeta gently massages Piccolos engorged orbs as he lovingly tends to Piccolos carnal needs! Piccolo shudders and pants, he begins to sweat profusely! He moans and gasps as Vegeta uses every skill in his repertoire to pleasure his love! He takes great care to drive him to the max, without pushing him over. He keeps him there for as long as he can. Every time Piccolo tries to plead, he is silenced with a bite, nip, or squeeze! Even Piccolos antennae are twitching out of control! Vegeta takes an amazing amount of Piccolos rod onto his mouth and throat! Vegeta suddenly pops his mouth off of Piccolos dick, he pushes Piccolos Pants and shoes off, then he shifts himself in between Piccolos legs, letting Piccolos pre ooze all over his off hands fingers as he does so, then takes it back into his mouth. Using his elbows, Vegeta pushes Piccolos legs apart, letting his balls hang freely, engorged and aching for release! Vegeta again releases it from his mouth. This time, he grips it behind the head hard. He kisses his way down the shaft and nuzzles into the sources of Piccolos anguish. He releases Piccolos cock, reaches under Piccolos leg, and grips it again, which lifts Piccolos leg. With his other hand, Vegeta massages the pouch before him, kissing it affectionately. He slowly works his way down. Piccolo is so out of it, that he is totally unaware of any of this repositioning, until, that is, he feels Vegetas lips and tongue press against his pucker! Piccolos noises get even LOUDER as his lover passionately kisses his hole! Vegeta lovingly caresses Piccolos cock. Vegeta slips his tongue into Piccolo! The Namek twitches powerfully as Vegeta goes on and on like this! Overloading him with pleasure! Piccolo grasps his face in his hands, the experience is more intense than anything he had ever felt before! Suddenly, the rate of his gasps shoot up, he pants and groans harder and harder! Vegeta licks his way up to Piccolos dick swiftly! As he takes him into his mouth once more, he presses his wet fingers against Piccolos well moistened, and prepared hole! He eases two fingers into him! He hooks them up, making Piccolo gasp sharply! Vegeta massages Piccolos hotspot vigorously as he lashes his tongue over Piccolos tip whilst stroking Piccolos cock enthusiastically! Piccolo can’t help but pump his hips at Vegetas face! Finally, he growls a long, loud growl, “YEEEEEESS! AH!” he arches his back and moans in lust as he explodes! His seed is thick and in quantities greater than even he thought possible! Vegeta blissfully laps and gulps the Namekian nourishment down! The force of his orgasm fires streams of his essence all over Vegetas face, neck and chest! It doesn’t stop there though! He even manages to fill Vegetas belly! Timing it with the spasms, Vegeta takes the opportunity of a relaxation, to slide his fingers out of Piccolo. Piccolo continues to quake and orgasm, even after his absolutely gigantic load is spent!

Piccolo comes too a short time later, nude and on the bed still. He had been wiped off, but still needs a shower. He bathes and then goes into the den. There he finds Vegeta reading and munching on some leftovers. He leans over the arm of the couch and wraps his arms around his mate from behind, kissing his ear and neck. He walks around and sits at Vegetas feet. Vegeta closes the book and turns around, laying on his back, his head and shoulders on Piccolos lap. Piccolo leans down and kisses him passionately. He slides a hand down Vegetas chest softly, he gently rubs his belly, then, he rubs lower, and lower. Vegeta blushes as Piccolos hand dips below his belly. “no…” he whispers, “Vegeta… you must be in need too…”, “but…”, “what?”, “I’m… you know… not very… attractive… at the moment…” he looks down at and rubs his belly. Piccolo kisses him, sliding his hand over Vegetas, already hard, member and similarly swollen berries, making him gasp, shudder and moan! “you are just as attractive to me as ever! Maybe even more so!” Piccolo tugs on Vegetas sweatpants, pushing them down. He supports Vegetas head as he gets up, laying him down and kissing him with tender love. He kneels next to the couch, beside Vegeta. He licks his lips and wraps them around Vegetas member! Vegeta moans and arches his back! “Piccolo! I can’t last as long as you did!”, he puts his hands on Piccolos head and shoulder. “I was… working on it this… whole time! I… I’m already close!” Piccolo bobs his head sensuously on Vegetas cock, working his tongue around it wildly! It isn’t long before Vegeta lets out a few successive sharp gasps and presses Piccolos head down on his cock, forcing it down his throat as he cums! “AH!” he whines as he releases his frustrations into Piccolos mouth and throat!. Piccolo slurps every drop down, quite a feat I assure you. He rises and takes Vegeta into his arms, kissing him passionately as he is still reeling from his orgasm! “bed time?”, Piccolo coos, “bed time” Vegeta pants back.

They crawl into bed and into each others arms, Vegetas back to Piccolos front. “Piccolo?”, Vegeta says in a soft, almost feminine voice. “yes?”, “our scars, the union tradition?”, “uh huh?”, “would you consider that the same as a wedding?”, “uh… well, I never thought about it really. It symbolizes our life-long commitment to each other, right?”, “well, yes… but… on Vegeta… a strong male could mark several females, as many as he could win and defend…”, “oh… I didn’t know that.”, Vegeta nods. “Vegeta… I still don’t understand.”, “well, when we first… came together… you told me that ‘we are not on Vegeta, and [my] peoples ways are no longer relevant’ right?”, “something like that yes…”, “well… I was thinking… we are on Earth… and… maybe… we should start… adopting some of the local traditions?”, Piccolo smiles, the hint is loud and clear now, so he figures he’ll just get to the point, before he passes out… “Vegeta?”, “hmm?”, “would you like to marry me? In an earth-style wedding?”, Vegeta blushes, he hadn’t realized that what he was saying and how he was saying it was making his desires so, obvious! He turns around in Piccolos arms and cuddles into his chest. “yes… I love you”, “I love you too my prince!” sleep soon overtakes them…

End, part VI!!!!!