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.

\"Aching…\" Piccolo\'s face contorted into a split second of pain, his hips arched slightly, and his stomach muscles tightened so much that he nearly doubled forward. His head jerked back until his face was towards the ceiling, but the Namek did not allow himself to cry oue jue just trembled, riding this intensely pleasurable sensation until the throbbing passed, his muscles relaxed and the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away.

Panting, his head spinning, Piccolo slowly sagged back into the chair. Only after his breathing returned to normal, did he lift his head and slowly fix his eyes onto Arctica. She was lapping a thick, salty-smelling and slightly off-white substance off the palm of her hand. When she saw he was gazing at her, she grinned and said, \"Can\'t let this go to waste now, can we?\"

Having no idea what she was talking about, Piccolo let his head drop back against the back of the chair. All of a sudden, he felt a faint jerk on his arms and legs, and realized that the chains had been removed. At the same time, he noticed that the hardness between his legs was either half-way gone or half-way returning.

\"What are you doing now?\" The Namek asked, looking at the small form of the Icejin before him.

Arctica grinned at him, that alarming grin that looked exactly like Freeza\'s. It was unsettling, but not unpleasant. \"Giving you freedom of movement. That means you can leave if you want, but then I won\'t be able to keep my promise of giving you that sensation twice.\" She watched him hopefully, actually thinking for a moment that he might bolt for the door.

She has me there… Piccolo thought, clenching his teeth. But then a wicked smirk passed his face as he assumed his arms-crossed position. Well, if I can feel like that, then maybe she can as well. Payback is a bitch… With that last thought, Piccolo stood his full height. He towered over Arctica\'s small frame, the top of her head only coming to the bottom of his chest. She easily equaled their heights by levitating slightly.

Come to me, you damn sexy Namek. Arctica thought with a smirk.

The Namek licked his lips and strode towards the floating Icejin as if he had heard her thought. When he reached her, he grabbed her braid and gently jerked it back, pulling her head back and evoking a surprised cry from her throat. While Arctica was like that, Piccolo quickly covered her mouth with his, tasting the sweetness behind her lips with his long tongue.

Arctica was surprised by his quick response, but not disappointed. She wrapped her arms around Piccolo\'s neck and kissed him back, growing aware of a hand coming to rest at the base of her tail. Her tail curled slightly, the tip wrapping around his wrist.

I think I\'m getting the hang of this… Piccolo thought, using his free hand to explore Arctica\'s smooth, warm and rose-petal soft skin. Curious, he ran his hand down her left breast, easily finding the soft skin of the nipple which seemed to grow very erect at his touch. A moan from Arctica told him that she was probably feeling the same thing he had felt when she had wrapped her lips around his antennae.

Smirking, the Namek broke the kiss and lowered his head, wrapping his lips around the small, diamond-hard teat. Arctica felt a tingle pass through her body, and shuddered slightly with a faint moan when his tongue started to tease the stiff flesh. She reached down and brushed her hand across the top of his smooth head as he switched to the other breast. Her breathing deepened further, the temperature of her skin began to rise and a single drop of moisture trickled down her leg from the apex of her thighs.

Piccolo pulled his lips away from Arctica\'s breast and found her lips again, tasting the softness in her mouth while tracing his hand down her stomach to the slightly swollen, slitted area between her legs. As soon as his fingers touched that spot, Arctica shuddered in pleasure, but Piccolo became confused and pulled back to look down at what he was touching.

\"…what?\" He blinked.

\"What\'s wrong?\" Arctica breathed, her eyes drifting open to look at Piccolo. She saw him looking down at the tense rod of flesh between his legs, then at the small slit between hers. A clear question mark was on his face, and his black eyes slowly rose to meet hers. She found his naiveté cute, in a way.

Pointing to the \"blank\" space between Arctica\'s legs, Piccolo asked, \"Where\'s your, er…?\"

Having the same habit as Freeza, Arctica put a finger up under her nose and chuckled, \"Piccolo, I\'m a female. Females don\'t have those.\" She pointed between his legs. \"Not all races spit eggs out of their mouths like you do.\" She smiled softly, walked slowly to the chair Piccolo had been chained to and sat down. Carefully placing both index fingers on either side of the small slitted opening between her legs, she separated the protective flaps of skin to reveal moist folds of flesh that were the same pale blue color of her nipples. \"See?\"

Frowning, Piccolo gave up on trying to avoid the way he felt and lowered his hand slowly towards the exposed flesh before him. \"And I thought females were weird before…\" He muttered, falling silent when he encountered flesh that was softer then anything he could imagine. At his touch, Arctica stiffened slightly in pleasure and gave a soft moan, her hips arching towards him.

The slightly confused Namek watched the Icejin\'s reaction. His finger slid back across the moist folds of soft flesh, encountering one tiny hole and then another one that seemed the same size. However, this one seemed to stretch, and he found that his finger was soon buried in warm, moist softness that seemed to tighten and relax along with his touch. Piccolo slowly remembered how it had felt when Arctica had stroked him the way she had. So he figured that he could do something similar, and decided to experiment by slowly pulling his finger out and pushing it back in. The retreating and returning of the moist warmth reminded him of the way her mouth had felt between his legs.

Shuddering slightly as the green finger teased her, Arctica tilted her head back and gasped, turning to look down again so she could see his face. Piccolo was wearing an expression that no person other then Arctica would probably ever see. An expression much like a kid that was just figuring out how to ride a bike, or spell an extremely long word.

Piccolo\'s fingers suddenly stopped their motion and withdrew as he looked at the shiny, slick moisture that had collected on them. It carried that same scent that seemed to arouse him so much, and he experimentally flicked his tongue out to lick a small droplet from his fingertip. It tasted just like honey; sweet but warm, and he got an idea. Placing his hands on Arctica\'s legs to hold her down, Piccolo lowered his face to the apex of her thighs, extended his long, pointed purple tongue and inserted it where his fingers had been.

Arctica bit her lip to keep from crying out as the soft warmth of his tongue explored the most sensitive area of her body. Beads of sweat broke out all over her skin, her reaction rose and her eyes seemed to start glazing over. The relentless motion of his tongue continued, and she started to feel pleasurable twitches begin deep inside her body. An aching sensation built right where his tongue was moving, and it was slowly spreading up into her stomach, chest and throughout her body.

Piccolo felt the twitches as the warmth around his tongue seemed to tighten and relax, much the same way his lower body had throbbed before its release. He could see a small nub of pale blue flesh on the underside of the top edge of the protective skin starting to grow stiff. Curious, the Namek reached out and started to rub his finger across the warm piece of tissue. Almost instantly, he felt Arctica\'s muscles clench tight around his tongue as a few drops of sweet fluid squirted into his mouth.

Grabbing the arms of the chair she was sitting in, Arctica arched her hips up slightly, trying to push herself deeper into Piccolo\'s mouth as all her muscles grew tight at once. She doubled forward slightly, threw her head back and cried out as the single touch of Piccolo\'s fingertip on the soft bud sent her over the edge. The Namek\'s tongue continued it\'s relentless motion, slowly withdrawing when the last twitch of pleasure left her body.

Arctica slowly sagged in the chair, looking down at Piccolo as he stood up and crossed his arms, trying to look calm and collected while his breathing indicated that he was anything but calm. The hardness between his legs had returned, almost twitching, and a single bead of fluid glistened at the tip. His eyes were wild, alive with a fire that wasn\'t rage-induced.

Grinning, the Icejin stood up from the chair and thumped the Namek\'s stiff manhood, causing him to shudder slightly. \"You might want to sit or lie down.\" She whispered.

Piccolo shrugged and sat down in the chair Arctica had recently occupied, expecting her to bend down and place her mouth around him again like she had before. He watched her smile and bend down and he closed his eyes as the softness of her lips and tongue grazed his mouth. This time, he slid his arms around her, holding her against his body as she slid her arms around his neck and ended the kiss to look down at him.

\"Are you ready for number two?\" Her garnet eyes sparkled, her voice little more then a breathy whisper.

Piccolo took a deep breath and slowly nodded his head, expecting Arctica to move away so she could do what she had done before. So it surprised him when she rose herself up over his hips, and he watched in complete amazement as the little hole his finger had been in seemed to swallow the entire length of his hardness. He forgot his astonishment as the soft warmth surrounded him again, feeling even better then her mouth had felt. His eyes almost rolled into his head, and a shaky breath caught in his throat.

Shuddering herself because of the extra friction caused by the patches on the sides of the Namek\'s manhood, Arctica opened her eyes to meet Piccolo\'s gaze, smiling into the onyx depths as she rose her hips and lowered them again, feeling the pleasure grow in her own body as well as watch it grow in his. She could feel his breath against her face and leaned forward, covering his mouth with hers again, making swirling motions with her tongue that matched the rhythm of her hips.

Accepting her kiss, Piccolo closed his eyes slowly and gently trapped her tongue in his mouth with his teeth, allowing it to move anywhere but back out. He could feel her hands caressing his back, causing him to ache for her more, and the sensation in his body started to rise once again.

Arctica continued the gentle rhythm of her hips, trapped in his searing kiss and lost in the warmth of his body so near to hers. As the sensation rose, she pressed herself harder against him and wrapped her tail around his waist, the long appendage able to wrap around one and a half times.

Breathing raggedly, Piccolo found himself pushing Arctica to the floor without separating their bodies. He was on his hands and knees over her, his lower body still in motion, copying the motions she was making in his lap. Arctica\'s long legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him in even further then he was going before. The kiss ended slowly, just as Arctica\'s muscles clenched tight around his throbbing hardness.

\"Here it comes…\" Arctica whispered breathlessly, her face beginning to contort into pleasure. Trickles of pleasure raced up her nerves, her hips arched upwards and her body tensed in Piccolo\'s arms as she screamed his name. She squirmed, breathing and moaning under him as he moved tirelessly, each thrust more shaky then the one before. He was throbbing inside her, she could feel it, and it only added intensity to the pleasure she already felt.

Muscles bunching just as they had before, Piccolo clenched his teeth as his hips seemed to thrust on their own accord, and the intense sensation he had felt before came over him with more intensity then it had the first time. \"Kuso shinsei…kuso shinsei!\" He kept saying over and over again before his hips suddenly arched into Arctica\'s body as far as possible. He felt warmth shoot out of his body and into hers, the sound from his mouth changing from words to a loud, half-sobbed cry of total bliss and pleasure.

Arctica opened her eyes just in time to see Piccolo toss his head back, his face contorted in rapture as beads of sweat glistened all over his body. He twitched slightly, gave a final moan, then collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and exhausted. She just smiled and rubbed his back as his breath whispered across her neck.

Piccolo\'s eyes opened and he gazed at her, too exhausted to move. He felt almost like he had felt the very first time he managed to shoot his Mankankosappo; all the energy he had in his body was just sapped. In many ways, it was different too; this exhaustion was a pleasurable one, one that he was glad to be experiencing. In that moment, he finally found his voice and mustered the energy to whisper words that he probably never said to another person in his life. \"Thank you.\"

Smiling at his strange choice of words, Arctica leaned her head slightly so she could whisper into his ear, \"You\'re welcome.\" After she spoke, she brought her lips to his and kissed him softly, then held him as he fell asleep. He was smiling.

For several minutes, Arctica sat in the silence, cradling the naked, soundly-sleeping Piccolo in her arms. The scowling, angry look was gone from his face, revealing features that were more like a teenager then a grown man. She smiled and traced the soft curves of his lips, then leaned down and kissed them softly.

In that same moment, a soft golden glow surrounded the sleeping Namek\'s lower body. The beautiful tangle of soft flesh between his legs slowly shrank away until it had disappeared, leaving a pink patch exactly like the ones on his limbs in its place. After all, Shen Long had only been able to keep the wish active for four hours. But even still, Arctica was grateful that for even that short time because it allowed her to show Piccolo what true bliss really was.

With a sigh, Arctica managed to get Piccolo back into his clothes and lift him into her arms. It appeared to be quite a feat for a figure as petite as her, but Piccolo\'s weight to her was the same as a heavy textbook would be to a human. Piccolo did not stir from his peaceful slumber as Arctica carried him from the dark room and out of her personal ship, but he was aware of being moved.

As soon as she landed, Arctica carefully put Piccolo down and gazed down at his face in the morning light. A small smile still pulled at the corners of his mouth. Burning that image of his face into her memory, Arctica kissed Piccolo one more time, then stepped back and quietly flew away, leaving him curled up on his side with his hands beneath his head because she thought he looked so sweet and innocent that way.

Onyx eyes dragged themselves open to find the rising sun shining into them. They squinted, closed on themselves and then opened again, staying narrowed to slits. Piccolo slowly awoke and uncurled into a standing position while rubbing his forehead. He finally realized that he was in the exact same spot that he had been when the golden light engulfed him.

On an impulse, the Namek glanced down and immediately noticed the bulge in his pants was gone. He even pulled the waistband of the purple garment outwards and looked down inside to find the familiar pink patch he was born with. \"Humph. Must have been a dream.\" Piccolo muttered, letting go of the fabric and crossing his arms. A power was approaching, and he smirked as he half-turned to see a spiky-haired boy come in for a landing. \"Gohan. You\'re late.\"

\"I know. I\'m sorry…I had to finish my homework.\" Gohan sweatdropped and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Piccolo\'s expression softened slightly, then hardened again, \"Don\'t sweat it kid. Start stretching so we can spar.\"

\"OK!\" The child immediately started into his stretches e Pie Piccolo stood over him with his arms crossed, the wind making his cape flow out to the side slightly. His silent thoughts were interrupted when Gohan spoke again, \"Were you sleeping a second ago? You look tired.\"

Piccolo turned his head and closed his eyes, getting a momentary vision of a pale hand with black fingernails tracing an intricate pattern across his muscular chest. Purple lips drew closer to his, the vision so vivid that he almost leaned forward to meet the lips that he knew were not there. He sighed and said, \"I just had a dream, Gohan. C\'mon, let\'s spar so I can limber up.\"

Gohan nodded without questioning his mentor further, stood up and got into his fighting stance. Piccolo gave nod, then rushed forward to begin the training spar.

Unseen by Piccolo or Gohan, an ivory and amethyst colored figure stood high up on a cliff, watching the Namek and the half-Saiyan as they interacted together. A brown braid swung gently in the wind, sparkling garnet eyes shone like gems between curving dark-purple tattoos, ame amethyst-purple lips slowly formed into a smile.

\"And I hope that dream was a dream you\'ll never forget, Piccolo.\" Arctica\'s soft voice was lost in the wind, unheard by the two sparring figures on the ground. \"I know I won\'t.\"

Having knocked Gohan down for the sixth time in a row, Piccolo eased out of his fighting stance and glared down at his student. \"C\'mon Gohan, you can defend much better then that! Go get cleaned up and we\'ll start again.\"

\"OK, Mr. Piccolo.\" Gohan flashed that ear-to-ear grin of his and walked off to the waterfall.

\"Kids…humph.\" Piccolo said, but with a smirk.

Something glinted in the light at the top of one of the cliffs, and he turned his head to see what it was. Piccolo was just in time to catch a glimpse of Arctica as she walked away from the edge of the cliff. She glanced over her shoulder once, locked eyes with him, then continued on until she disappeared from view. Piccolo watched her go, gazing at the cliff even though she was out of sight.

\"Heh,\" Piccolo spoke under his breath as he gazed up at the spot where Arctica had been. \"I guess dreams do come true…\" He fell silent for a long time while the wind rustled his cape, and his head slowly lowered as he grew pensive for a moment. A small smile pulled at his lips as he realized that he finally understood what he had done earlier, \"I can\'t believe this…\" Piccolo tilted his head back to look at the cliff, even though he knew Arctica was long gone, and completed his thought with a question, \"…she…and I…made love?\"

There was no answer, and Piccolo wouldn\'t need one. It came to him in vivid memories of what he and Arctica had done together. So that\'s what it\'s like to love someone…

With that final thought, Piccolo turned his back to the cliff and crossed his arms, the wind blowing his white cape around him like a banner as he waited for Gohan to return.

He was smiling.

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