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Dreams Do Come True	By : Shadode Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Arctica is NOT MINE. I'm using her with the permission of the author that created her. (Hi Cyn. This one's for you!) I originally wrote this just for her, but thought I'd be mean and make all you Piccolo fans jealous, mwa ha ha! >;^D If you don't like LEMON then get out and don't flame me for it, because I don't like people bitching at me. If you do like this kind of stuff, then come on in! 8^)

One final note: Kuso shinsei means Holy shit.

Dreams Do Come True

Alone in the silence of the desert, a tall green-skinned form sat in meditation. His ruggedly handsome face was stern as always, even without anybody around to see if he actually relaxed for a moment. A faint, rumbling note emanated from his throat as he meditated, focusing on the mountain in front of him.

Piccolo had nearly lifted tountountain when the sky turned black; black in such a way that meant only one thing. Shen Long had been summoned. "What the�?" Before the Namek could do anything, a golden light engulfed him, and his entire world became black.

Several hours after being thrown into unconsciousness, Piccolo's onyx eyes slid open and searched the darkness. He was sitting up on a metal chair, and realized that his wrists and ankles were restrained against the arms and legs. The chains were about six inches long, allowing him little movement, if any. Whoever had seated him had also been somewhat kind, draping his cape over the back of the chair so it wouldn't bunch up underneath him.

Piccolo's sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps, and seconds later, a husky, bittersweet sounding voice broke the silence, "Hello there�Piccolo�" That voice was too familiar, that deceiving voice. Or was it?

Freeza!? The Namek blinked at the thought. A glint of purple shone in the darkness before him, followed by a flash of moon-white skin and deep garnet eyes. Around those eyes were deep purple curving tattoos, two above each eye and two below. The innermost patterns curved towards the center of the person's face while the outermost patterns curved the opposite direction; oddly, the skin below the eyes lacked the vertical lines that Freeza's had. Lips, colored not black, but the same purple as the shiny purple on the person's head, curved slowly to form a smile. The figure stepped fully into view, revealing a slender, obviously female shape identical Freeza's fourth form. The light shone over her, accenting the curves of her lovely breasts and hips, and hints of her pale blue nipples could be seen every few moments when she moved. From the back of her head, a simple braid dangled almost teasingly between the two curves on her chest. The curve of her face was familiar, yet softer, not quite as square as Freeza's. Her tail was slowly undulating behind her, her naked body there for any man to drink in the sight of her, since clothing was optional for Icejins.

It was Freeza's twin sister, Arctica. The only person in King Kold's family, aside from Kold's late wife, that wasn't evil.

Piccolo had never really gotten a good look at her before, and he never realized that she had a scent. It was like honey, mixed faintly with chocolate or cinnamon, and the faintest whiff of it, as well as the sight of her presence, made the Namek feel something he didn't understand. His breathing deepened, the onyx blackness of his eyes gained a new luster, and microscopic beads of sweat broke out all over his body.

"Why�why have you brought me here?" Piccolo rumbled, not understanding this feeling he was having. He squirmed against the chains, scowling to show his frustration. "Get these chains off me!"

Slowly, Arctica crossed the room with soft steps, stopping right in front of Piccolo. "There's no need to be angry, Piccolo, my friend." She whispered while looking down at him with heavily-lidded red eyes. "I just want to give you something that you need. Something you've been missing your entire life and dreaming of feeling." As she spoke, Arctica extended her hand, allowing her long, neatly-manicured black nails to caress the smooth warm skin on his cheek.

Piccolo bore his teeth and hissed at the touch, punctuating the hiss with a faint growl that sounded almost like a purr. "I don't need anything. Leave me alone."

"I can't do that. You've been alone too long, Piccolo." Arctica whispered, brushing the tip of her index finger down the center of his face, starting just below the edge of his turban and stopping at the tip of his pointed chin, admiring the different textures and temperatures of his flesh. His skin was much softer then it looked, but also much tougher.

Closing his eyes, Piccolo inhaled slowly from the touch. His nose was filled with the honey-like scent Arctica was giving off, and his pulse-rate increased another notch. He had never felt a gentle touch before, at least not a caressing touch like this, and he felt his mind spin in circles as it tried to understand these strange feelings. "What do you want from me?" He finally asked, when he could remember how to use his voice.

Smiling gently, Arctica walked a slow circle around the chair that Piccolo was bound to and stopped on his left side. Her long, white tail wrapped once around the Namek's waist as she bent down and whispered into his ear, "To help you understand that life isn't always pain and hate. That even you can experience love and pleasure." A she she spoke, she brought her lips closer to his ear and exhaled against the skin, her smile widening slightly when she saw goosebumps appear on his skin. Knowing she was getting a reaction, Arctica brought her lips to the Namek's pointed ear and traced the entire outer edge with her tongue, evoking a small gasp from him. He tasted like salt with a touch of dust, something to be expected from a person that lived in the desert, and the taste wasn't unpleasant either.

What is the matter with me? I feel so strange. Piccolo thought, biting his lip to keep from gasping out loud again when Arctica's hand ran down his arm. C'mon�focus� He struggled to control his emotions, but wasn't having much success. Deep down, though he would never admit it, he was liking it. Yet he didn't understand why.

"Do you know what a kiss is?"

He snapped his eyes open and glared up at her, the chains rattling as he lowered his hands to his sides. "Of course I know what a damn kiss is! What kind of a question is that!?"

Arctica smiled again, gently, her face never losing its calm essiossion, "It's just a question. Now tell me this: Do you know what a kiss means?"

She had him there. Piccolo growled and refused to answer, but Arctica understood his silence as easily as if he had verbally spoken the word. "It's OK. I will tell you." She came around in front of him again, letting her tail slowly unwrap from his waist and take up a slightly curled position behind her. "A kiss can be many things. It can be�" Arctica leaned forward and grazed browbrow ridges with a soft kiss, "�a gesture of friendship�" Her lips brushed the tip of his pointed nose in another light kiss, "�a tease�" She turned her head slightly, planting her lips on his cheek. "�a gesture of comfort�" Tilting her head slightly, Arctica brought her amethyst lips closer to Piccolo's softly curved ones, bathing them in moist warm air as she spoke when her lips were only an inch from his, "�or even a gesture of love and passion." With those words, she moved her face forward and covered his mouth with hers. His lips were sweet, sweet like cinnamon and soft as silk. Just like she imagined they would be.

Piccolo inhaled swiftly through his nose in shock, his eyes opening wide as Arctica's lips locked onto his. The chains on his wrists rattled slightly as he shifted in his seat, unable to understand his emotions or the strange excitement that was building within him. Arctica's lips were so soft against his, but he didn't know how to respond to the touch, remaining statue still until she slowly pulled her face back and gazed at him with sparkling garnet eyes. This doesn't make sense! What is the matter with me? He opened his mouth to speak, but a finger came to rest on his lips.

"Shhhh, I know you don't understand. It's alright�" Arctica's gentle finger traced a pattern across his lower lip, causing him to close his eyes and exhale noisily through his mouth, "�just do as I do." Her black fingernail caught the light as it slid away from his mouth, pulling his lower lip down very slightly with the motion, and her lips carefully took the place of her finger.

This time, Piccolo gave more of a response then last time. Just like a child has to stand up to take their first steps, the Namek's lips parted, accepting the Icejin's lips as she kissed him. He felt her lips press harder against his as something moist, soft and warm started to outline his lips slowly. Piccolo found himself suddenly having the urge to put his arms around her to drag her closer, but the chains pulled tight and wouldn't allow it.

Arctica continued to kiss him, gently, easing her tongue past the barrier of his lips to the moist interior of his mouth, exploring uncharted territory while enjoying the clean water-like taste he possessed. Piccolo inhaled swiftly again at this new sensation of something like moist velvet in his mouth, and his own tongue rose to meet it, exploring it, almost drowning in these new sensations she was sending into his brain. Then, seeming almost too soon, Arctica withdrew her tongue and gently ended the kiss. Piccolo leaned up to try and catch her lips before they got away, but she smiled and dodged his attempt. Lowering slowly to sit on his lap, Arctica allowed her hands to rest on the backs of his, then slid them slowly up over the rough pink patches on his arms, across the edge of his weighed shoulderpads and stopped when she was cupping his face in her palms. She stared into his deeply black eyes for a moment before allowing her fingers to slide up under his turban and lift it easily from his head because of her strength. The weighted turban was quickly discarded, and plunked noisily on the metal floor.

Piccolo was momentarily shocked before he remembered how powerful the Icejins were, and the scars he had from Freeza were a constant reminder. As soon as his turban moved far enough, the Namek's antennae fell forward and hung in their natural position.

For a moment, Arctica didn't do anything, giving Piccolo a moment to think before she finally reached out and ran her finger across one of his slender antennae. It wasn't as flimsy as it appeared; in fact, it felt like there was a thin tube of cartilage inside it, just like the kind that makes up a person's ear. The appendage twitched at her touch, and Piccolo's eyes slid open to look at her. She smiled, grasped one of his antennae between her fingers right where it joined his head and slid her fingers down it's entire length, causing him to close his eyes and shudder, a faint noise coming from his throat. Arctica chuckled softly, lowered her face to the trembling antenna and ran her tongue down it's length, arousing another small noise from the Namek's throat. Intent on driving him up the wall, she slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of Piccolo's antennae, circling it with her tongue before finally sucking it up into her mouth like a piece of spaghetti. He stiffened, but she didn't stop there. Allowing the antennae she had in her mouth to slip out, Arctica slid her lips across his forehead and took his other antenna between her lips.

Strange sensations started nipping at Piccolo's nerve endings when he felt the moist warmth surrounding one of his antennae. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, his lips parted and a shaky breath escaped, followed by a hint of a moan. These strange feelings were starting frighten him a little. "What�what is this feeling?" He managed to ask, his voice a breathy whisper.

Arctica allowed the antenna in her mouth to slip out and kissed the very tip. "That's a good question. What are you feeling?" Before he could answer, she slid her hands around the collar of his shoulderpads, gripped it and lifted the heavy accessory right over his head, tossing it aside like it was nothing. Then she traced the neckline of his gi, placing a kiss here or a teasing lick there. The rise and fall of his powerful pectoral muscles started to increase dramatically and become more frequent. Arctica watched his chest rise and fall for a few seconds, then craned her neck slightly and started to kiss his neck.

Closing his eyes and inhaling again, Piccolo found himself turning his head to allow her better access. He was starting to realize that he was secretly enjoying every touch she gave him, but his pride still prevented him from allowing it to show too much. His voice was shaking as he replied to the question with, "I�don't know�"

Arctica just gazed down at him with heavily-lidded eyes, placed her hand on the center of hisst ast and slid it slowly down, her black fingernails denting the dark purple material of his gi. When she reached the top of his belt, she grasped the material and tugged, un-tucking the rather long shirt from under his pants. At first, Piccolo's gi top appeared seamless, but careful craft-work hid the part where it wrapped around halfway. So his shirt simply came open once it was pulled out from it's tucked in position, exposing the Namek's heaving pectoral muscles and rippling washboard stomach.

Piccolo stiffened slightly when he felt Arctica's hands trace his sides and brush across his stomach; it tickled as much as it gave pleasure, and the Namek bit his lip to control himself. His hands balled into fists and relaxed repeatedly; he was still struggling with questions as to why these feelings had never come to him before. The thoughts were interrupted when Arctica's lips planted themselves on his again. He had hoped she would kiss him again, didn't know why, but he used the opportunity to push his tongue past her lips and taste her mouth the way she had tasted his. Almost immediately, he felt her tongue rise to meet his.

Breathing deeper then before in response to the soft warmth of his tongue in her mouth, Arctica caressed the heaving green pectoral muscles beneath her pale hands. As she kissed him, she slowly allowed one hand to slide down his hard stomach and down over his belt to the new bulge that had formed between his legs. At the touch, the Namek's hips arched slightly, and the sound of a quick inhalation broke the silence.

Letting his head drop back slightly, Piccolo gasped upon feeling a hand between his legs. He was also confused, because that area had never been sensitive before. Not like this. Arctica's hand continued a gentle up and down motion over the sensitive spot, and Piccolo found himself breathing faster and harder, suddenly filled with a strange longing which he had no name for. His glistening eyes slid open and stared up into the garnet depths before him.

Panting with a slightly open mouth, the tips of his fangs showing, Piccolo gasped out the words, "What have you done to me?"

Arctica's eyes sparkled, "I'll show you."

"Show me what?"

"You'll see�" With those words, Arctica lowered in front of him and brushed her tongue against his stomach, just above the navy blue line of his belt. Then her fingers curled around the belt and tugged it loose, letting it drift to the floor. With less resistance, the bulge in his pants seemed to increase in size slightly like a trapped animal seeking freedom. The Icejin grinned, flashing flawless teeth as she looped her fingers under the top of his pants and tugged them down.

Not knowing what else to do, Piccolo rose slightly so she could get his leggings off, leaving him completely naked. Warm metal greeted his bare flesh when he lowered again, but his eyes were suddenly glued on something between his legs that had never been there before; something he had only seen on human or Saiyan men. The new appendage stood almost straight up, curving slightly towards his body. It looked just like it would on a human, except it was green with very small ribbed pink patches on the sides that extended down it's entire length. From the small opening at the tip, a single glistening droplet of fluid shimmered like a diamond.

Arctica smiled at Piccolo again as she admired what he had, reached down and touched the droplet of fluid, moving her fingertip in a circle to spread it out over the soft foreskin on the tip of his hardness. "What do you feel now?"

"I�I�" Piccolo's voice caught in his throat when Arctica's hand encircled the stiff appendage and began to stroke it. Almost involuntarily, he arched his hips up towards her touch. "�can't describe it." His body trembled slightly, especially when Arctica lowered her head and ran her purple tongue down the underside of his stiff maleness. He watched in shock as she took the whole thing into her mouth and released it; the sensation it created was making him feel giddy, and sweat broke out all over his body as his breathing grew more frantic.

"Do you wish for me to stop?" Asked Arctica softly, pausing a moment to gaze up at him with those alarmingly beautiful eyes of hers.

Not even able to think, the Namek slowly shook his head, his antennae stiffly twing. ng. They had taken on a life of their own, curving in much the same manner as the appendage between his legs. The moist warmth of Arctica's mouth returned to where it had before, sliding away and returning again, over and over again. Piccolo could feel a strange new build-up, it was almost like the kind of buildup he felt when he was about to release a ki blast. The only difference was that it was all concentrated between his legs, and intense sensations were shooting through his body. His mind a s a slot machine, spinning until it finally settled on a single word.

Pleasure.

Before he realized what he was doing, Piccolo started to arch his hips, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. Arctica's purple lips withdrew, and her hand wrapped gently around his manhood once again. Piccolo could feel something starting to throb, and the hardness almost appeared to twitch along with it, straining for a release that he didn't know how to get. The Icejin's pale hand slowly slid off the throbbing organ, sliding around the area surrounding it and enjoying the rigid flesh. It was torture, strangely, intensely, pleasurable torture, but torture nonetheless. Piccolo's chains rattled as his trembling body tensed and relaxed slightly. He wanted more�more of that sensation�

"You are going to experience intense pleasure twice tonight." Arctica whispered into Piccolo's ear, her hand sliding across his chest and down towards the apex of his thighs, "Prepare for the first." She grazed his lips with a soft kiss to taste them again, then slowly encircled his manhood with her fingers and began to gently stroke it the way she had before. Each pass of her hand pushed the already trembling Namek towards a sensation he never knew existed, and she could feel the pulsations becoming stronger.

Piccolo's breath caught in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped and his body started to tense on its own accord. Someg ing inside him strained, throbbed and trembled. His heart was thudding in his ears and the blood pulsed behind his eyes, the sounds almost as loud as his breathing. His onyx eyes glazed over, something inside him trembled and intense sensation started to trickle up his nerve endings, starting right at the point where Arctica's hand was gently stroking him. Piccolo gripped the arms of the chair, his pointed nails scraping the metal as his body tensed.

There was no warning, except for an intense internal spasm. All at once, Piccolo's entire world seemed to turn inwards, then explode with sensation, and he caught a glimpse of something white starting to spurt from where Arctica's hand was stroking him.

"What do you feel now?" Arctica asked gently, trying to keep a cool reserve. She almost lost it when the Namek's manhood became a volcano in her hand and started gushing warm white fluid with such force that she could have sworn she heard it hit the ceiling. Her eyes turned to watch the expression on his face, a faint smile grazing her amethysts.
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