Payback

Payback

"They're staring...."

"I really don't give a damn, Namek."

"Your hand is in my pants...."

This time there was a smirk. "You really don't give a damn, Namek." The hand squeezed and the prince was rewarded with a delicious moan. "Do you?"

Everyone had stopped eating as soon as Goten had innocently asked Chichi why Piccolo and Vegeta were fighting by the tree. The festivities of the party had halted, only the music continuing on obliviously as Vegeta pressed Piccolo against the tree and molested him.

"Let him go!"

Vegeta turned amused eyes to the teen that was panting angrily beside them, having stalked up from the gathering. Smirking, he turned back to Piccolo, who was flushed with embarrassment. "Well? Do you want me to let you go?"

There was a gasp as Vegeta's hand shifted significantly, and both of the other men blushed brighter. Piccolo nodded though, and Vegeta moved back, his hands in his pockets as if he'd never touched the other. He snorted, still smirking, and began to walk off.

Snarling, Piccolo straightened from the tree, trying to ignore all the looks as he watched the Saiyajin walk off, back ramrod straight. "I'll pay you back, you son of a bitch!"

Without pausing in his stride, Vegeta called back, "That was my payback, you forgetful bastard."

Gohan blinked at Piccolo in confusion. "What's he mean, Piccolo-san?"

"Nothing," was the muted reply as he turned back to the party, waving off questions and ignoring comments as he contemplated just flying off.

Yes, he remembered what the Saiyajin referred to....

* * *

"And just what are you doing, Namek?" Black eyebrows drew down over eyes that did not look pleased with the interruption in their training. Piccolo couldn't fault his regimen really. The Androids were coming in a year now. Unfortunately, unlike the rest of them, Vegeta was not taking a break from it.

Piccolo wouldn't have given a damn if Bulma hadn't insisted on calling Chichi, who then badgered and complained to Goku about 'that ungrateful wretch of a Saiyajin tearing the Briefs' family to pieces'. She made Goku go over several times in an effort to keep 'things from falling apart'. It was all to no avail.

Piccolo also couldn't fault Vegeta for this. He was trying to best the man. Any advice to 'tone it down' from him would only stir him up further.

So he had volunteered to come himself, much to Chichi's astonishment and Goku's concern, which had turned into Gohan's concern. He'd brushed them all off, snapped that they needed to get back to training and he wasn't going to let an irritable Saiyajin stop them, and taken off.

Now, here he was, in front of said Saiyajin after forcefully opening the gravity chamber's door and thus shutting the machine down.

"You're taking a break."

"I don't know who the hell you think you are--"

"You not taking a break is causing us to take too many!"

"What?" That had caused Vegeta's rant to stop prematurely, his eyes wide, face unaccustomedly shocked. "What?"

Piccolo smiled grimly. "You're taking a break. I'll do whatever you want, but you're taking a break."

"Wait.... What?"

"Do I need to get a piece of paper and a pen and draw a diagram?"

"Namek, you are asking for an ass-kicking!"

"Fun as that would be, that would involve more fighting, which you're not doing right now. You are going to take a break. Now what do you want to do? Anything that doesn't involve sparring."

Apparently the Saiyajin was completely taken aback. He appeared to be mulling it over in his head. Piccolo even imagined he was debating tearing off his limbs and tossing them aside and going right back to training.

"Anything...?"

Perhaps he shouldn't have used that word. A promise was a promise though, and if it would get them all some peace, he would make the sacrifice. "Anything."

Slowly, Vegeta's face broke out into a grin. "A bet then."

"What?"

"Do I need to get a piece of paper and a pen and draw a diagram?"

He certainly did not like his own words thrown back at him. "Fuck you."

"You know, that's a delightful idea." The smirk widened as the Namek's mouth gaped open. "Here's the deal: if you can make me come, Namek, which I highly doubt as your species is asexual, I will leave the planet to continue my training. That way I won't interrupt shit."

Piccolo continued to stare at the Saiyajin with his mouth hanging. He couldn't be serious! When the Saiyajin merely continued to sneer at him, his lips drew into a thin, angry line. "Fine."

Before the other could do more than return his earlier shocked stare, he dropped down to his knees, yanked down Vegeta's pants and gave him a "hug" with his lips.

Vegeta's last words as he walked up the ramp and into Capsule Corporation's ship was a snarled promise to pay Piccolo back for the "insult".

Now, as Piccolo drank down a bottle of water, he had to wonder if Vegeta had been that insulted. It had been a nice break from his endless training, apparently a Namekian was good at what he had done, and Vegeta hadn't been mad until he'd had to make good on his deal.

Thinking back to the scene by the tree of just a few moments ago, he had to admit that even that hadn't been that insulting or embarrassing beyond everyone seeing it. He supposed that was a fair payback for whatever Vegeta's pride required.

Tossing the bottle in a nearby garbage can, he didn't bother to hide his toothy smirk as he turned and left the party to follow in Vegeta's direction.

He hadn't teased the prince, and yet he had been. That hardly seemed fair....

It called for some payback.