Goin\' Green

An extremely angry Jala stomped through the halls of the Lookout, making her way to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. “I can’t believe it! That son of a bitch!” she cursed under her breath.


She opened the door leading into the Time Chamber and sealed it, only those who were already in could leave. “Wish I could just kill him!” she growled loudly.


Walking to the main room she found she was not alone. “Oh, Piccolo…sorry I didn’t think anyone was in here.” she apologized to the Namekian warrior.


“Don’t apologize. I’m just in here for some peace and quiet, needed to get away from everyone.” the green male answered stoically, staying in his meditative state.


“I won’t bug you then, I’m just gonna go blow off some steam.” Jala said, walking off to where a small arena was, still white marble like everything else in the Chamber.


During his meditation, Piccolo could hear Jala’s session clearly. He scowled as Nail and Kami both told him to see what was wrong with the Saiyan female. His growls of protest were only heard by himself. “Fine! If it’ll shut you two up, I’ll go!” he growled, standing up straight.


Easily sensing her Ki due to her emotions, Piccolo found Jala within a minute. He had to admit to himself that Jala wasn’t a bad looking woman. A practically perfect figure; plump breasts, a nice waist and amazing hips. She also had long toned legs.


Her hair was up in a bun, making her look somewhat like Chichi. She wore her usual spandex outfit, much like what Vegeta now wore. She also wore the white boots but no gloves. Sweat already covered her body.


And with the spandex clinging to every single curve she had to offer, it was something to behold. Shaking his head, Piccolo removed the erotic thoughts from his mind.


“Just what’s got you so angry?” he asked. Crossing his arms and attempting not to ogle the woman before him.


“Vegeta, what else?” she hissed, launching a Ki blast wave, demolishing the wall the attack hit.


“I get that but, just what has you pissed at him?” the Namek queried, growing somewhat impatient.


“The fact that he left me for a lowly human! He claimed me as his mate, and him as mine! It was nothing but a game to him!” she answered, her voice a low growl as she punched a wall, crumbling the marble.


Nail and Kami felt sorry for Jala, she would always proudly display the mate mark Vegeta had put on her. But now, she tried covering it. Piccolo could see why she was pissed. He just wasn’t good with these kinds of situations. ’What the hell do I say to that?’ he asked to his counterparts.


‘Just repeat after me, Piccolo.’ Kami said.


“Well, Jala, maybe this is just destiny showing you that, Vegeta isn’t the one for you. He didn’t really appreciate you anyway.” Piccolo told the woman who was now sitting on the ground.


“I guess. Maybe I just…took the whole thing too seriously. Looking back, all we really did was screw each other. That’s not a relationship.” she sighed, getting up and walking past the Namek who toward over her. Piccolo just stood there wide-eyed at what she had just said.


‘Just what were you two hoping would come from that?’ he wondered. But got no answer. Deep down, Piccolo did have some feelings for Jala, and the Namek’s counterparts knew it.

The next few days went by without much contact between Jala and Piccolo. And Jala still seemed pretty pissed and Piccolo wasn’t about to risk getting injured just because of her pride.


‘I don’t see the big problem, so Vegeta left her.’ Piccolo growled in his mind, alerting his counterparts.


‘It’s the principle of the matter, Piccolo. Vegeta and Jala claimed each other as mates but Vegeta broke that vow. Its not that hard to understand.’ Nail explained, a sigh at the end of his statement, both Nail and Kami would tire of Piccolo’s nature.


‘Perhaps you can help Jala with the rebound.’ Kami suggested. Piccolo immediately got an idea of what he ment.


‘I’m not gonna just be there for her ’comfort’!’


Piccolo then began ignoring what else his counterparts said, annoyed to no end now. A violent purple blush covered the Namek’s cheeks.


While heading to where he was staying during his little break in the Chamber, he passed the kitchen. What he saw made him freeze.


It was Jala, he could tell she just got out of the shower, her black hair was clinging to her shoulders. What really caught his attention was her outfit. It was a red night gown that didn’t really cover her butt, showing that she was wearing a red thong underneath. The cloth that didn’t cover her breasts was see-through.


‘Dear God…’ Piccolo’s eyes were stuck on Jala.


She finally noticed the giant green man just outside the room. “Oh, hi Piccolo.” she didn’t seem to care that he just saw her in almost nothing.


“Just why are you wearing that…thing?” he asked, doing his best to rid himself of the blush that stained his face.


“I just wanted to feel good, and I guess look good. I am getting over the whole situation though. Besides, there are other people out there. Vegeta wasn’t that great a guy. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind being with you.” she told the Namek who’s black eyes widened in surprise.


“You really mean that?” Piccolo asked, hiding his shock rather well.


Jala turned around to face the surprised Piccolo. “Yeah, you’re a much better person then him. There are a good few reasons but, I know you’re not one for ‘mushy’ stuff.” she answered, wrapping her arms around his torso.


Looking down, Piccolo finally noticed how small she was compared to him. With Saiyans being like humans, she was only 5’4’’. Piccolo however, towered over her at exactly two feet. It took him a few seconds, but he wrapped his arms around her small frame.


Piccolo found that she was incredibly soft, considering her race were battle-hardened warriors. He compared her skin to that of a peach.


Piccolo also felt a slight tingling sensation in his pants. ‘What the hell is going on?’ he wondered.


Jala leapt onto the giant Namek, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Thank you for hearing me out, Piccolo. I know I can always talk to you.” She moved upwards, claiming Piccolo’s lips with her soft ones.


Piccolo groaned, both from the feeling of the kiss with Jala, and the tingling was growing. ‘Like something’s coming out of me…’ but he threw that out of his head, moving his left hand to cup her round butt, holding her up as he kissed back.


Jala gasped softly when Piccolo squeezed softly, which the Namek took as his chance to slide his tongue into her mouth, quickly becoming entangled with her soft pink tongue.


Piccolo couldn’t help but smile at the soft purrs coming from the Saiyan female.


Jala soon felt something push into her thigh, through the cloth of Piccolo’s pants. She separated from the kiss, panting softly. “Piccolo…I thought Namek’s weren’t equipped…”


“We aren’t.” Piccolo answered quickly, wanting to feel Jala against him once again.


Jala nibbled Piccolo’s lower lip, slowly moving her hand downward. “Then, what do you think could be poking me right now?” she asked, her seductive tone caused Piccolo to shudder.


Instead of answering, the male just moved in to claim her lips again. Jala moaned, kissing back eagerly and her hand finally reaching its destination.


She knew what to find but, her eyes widened when her hand couldn’t even begin to wrap around the thick bulge. But, she began to massage it nonetheless, earning throated moans from Piccolo.


Piccolo instinctively thrust into her hand. Suddenly, his pants were now extremely uncomfortable. His entire outfit was actually, his whole body was heating up.


Piccolo just scooped Jala up into his arms, carrying her to his room. The walk to said room was quiet, Jala kissing his neck softly. The door was kicked open then shut as Piccolo quickly dumped Jala onto the large bed.


He rid himself of his cloak and turban. Then removed his shirt and shoes. Jala’s attention was completely focused on him. She bit her lip, now taking the time to admire Piccolo’s build. She always thought he had an amazing physique.


Right as Piccolo was about to join her on the bed, Jala pulled him down, ending up being on top and kissing him. “I want to be with you, Piccolo…” she whispered in a sultry tone. Both their eyes were clouded with lust.


Placing a hand on her heated cheek, Piccolo trailed his kisses to her neck. “Vegeta screwed up royally, letting you go.” he growled, seeing the mark Vegeta put on the woman. Piccolo glared at it, ignoring it for the time being.


Jala gasped softly as she felt Piccolo’s hands slide the thong off, tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. “What’s your hurry?” she asked, nibbling one of his antennae experimentally, earning a growled moan from the Namekian.


“Your smell, I can’t take it anymore.” Piccolo answered, his voice even rougher then usual. His attention moved to her breasts that were cradled in the nightgown’s built-in bra.


In mere seconds, Jala felt his arms around her, fidgetting with the snaps. “How do you get this damn thing off?!” he growled in frustration, earning a giggle from the woman.


“Here, I’ll get it.” she interjected, reaching back and undoing the contraption with ease. Piccolo then just tore the gown from her body, watching intently as her breasts bounced from the movements.


He took them into his hands, massaging the D-cups, the soft, pink nipples growing stiff. Jala moved to his knees, her fingers now underneath the seam of his pants, where the bulge was now even bigger.


She began sliding the purple garment down, Piccolo groaning from the material sliding on his aching member. ’Let’s see just how big you are.’ Jala thought, grinning.


Piccolo soon lost his pants and felt relieved that they were gone. “Holy shit!” he heard Jala gasp.


“What? Something wrong?” he asked, looking down and seeing what shocked her. He now had a dick, and it was huge. It was roughly 13 inches in length, curving upwards to his abdomen. And three inches thick. Visible only to Jala was a pink patch on the underside of his impressive member.


She wrapped her hand around the emerald green flesh, it was tight and felt like leather, just like the rest of Piccolo’s skin. She slowly moved her hand up his throbbing shaft, now feeling that the pink patch was ribbed. Piccolo’s head fell back, a breathy moan leaking from his lips.


“I didn’t think you’d be so big…its rather intimidating.” she cooed, kissing the tip teasingly, once again causing Piccolo to moan as she then began to suckle his thick head.


Piccolo urges her to go further, his fingers entangle in her hair, pushing his member deeper into her warm mouth. This is rather difficult though, given his size, she just strokes the rest with her hand.


Piccolo just watches the ungodly erotic scene in front of him, feeling something deep inside him about to burst. Deep moans were held in his throat. Jala’s long black hair pooled around them, tickling his hypersensitive skin.


Piccolo regained control and pushed Jala onto the bed, now straddling her hips. Her heady scent was driving him crazy. He took a few seconds to observe Jala. Her cheeks were a soft pink color and the look in her black eyes just made him want her more.


Leaning down, Piccolo softly kissed her neck, earning soft moans from the Saiyan. He trailed feather-soft kisses up to her left ear and nipped it softly, making sure not to bite hard due to his sharp fangs. “You look more beautiful then usual, Jala.” he whispered in a deep, rough yet loving tone.


“T-thank you, Piccolo.” Jala replied, her cheeks heating up as she felt Piccolo’s hand roam her body, ending up at her breasts. She gasped softly as she felt his leathery skin cup her mounds and began massaging softly. Jala then pulled Piccolo into a loving kiss, moaning softly as he continued touching her.


Settling himself between her thighs, Piccolo bit his lower lip as his aching member rubbed against her wet lips, provoking a moan from Jala as well.


Wrapping her arms around the Namekian’s strong neck, Jala nibbled his earlobe. “Please take me Piccolo, I want to be with you.” she pleaded, her sultry tone caught him off guard for a few seconds.


Any doubts of the situation being just for Jala to find some quick comfort were expelled from his sharp mind when the small female kissed him once again. But this was filled with nothing but love, her soft hands on his cheeks.


Piccolo smirked somewhat when he rubbed his fingers against her wet entrance. He felt prideful at the fact that he made her this way. Jala placed one more kiss to his lips, “Please…be gentle at first. Its been a long time for me.” she asked rather shyly when you take her current state into account.


“No problem.” Piccolo said, returning the soft kiss, moving into position, her legs on his hips. He soon felt the head of his cock move into her, a loud gasp coming from Jala, who’s eyes went wide as the Namek slowly moved further into her.


Piccolo buried his head in her neck, kissing and suckling softly. In an attempt to both calm himself from her tightness and to relax her from the rather large intrusion.


Jala’s breathing became labored as she concentrated on taking as much of Piccolo as her body would allow. “Oh…God…” she moaned in pleasure. She was happy she wasn’t a full virgin, that probably would have been excruciating.


She heard Piccolo groan about how tight she was. The pain from Piccolo’s size soon wore away, leaving Jala practically hungry for more. She began slowly moving her hips, causing Piccolo to move a bit inside her.


And the ribbed underside made everything that much better. “Ohhh…Piccolo, please…” she moaned in ecstasy.


Piccolo knew what she wanted, slowly moving his hips, he began moving in and out of the woman, her eyes half-lidded and hazed over in lust.


In mere seconds, Piccolo was thrusting into Jala at normal speed, both moaning and groaning from the sensations they were feeling.


While pounding into the woman, Piccolo kept noticing the miniscule mark Vegeta placed on her so long ago. He glared at the mark, and moved in, kissing the exact spot, Jala’s loud mewls extremely audible to him. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” he whispered, kissing the spot softly.


He slammed into her hard, Jala screaming his name in pure bliss as her back arched upwards, her body slowly growing tense. “I’ll stay with you from now on, Jala.” he finished, barring his fangs and piercing her soft flesh, a cry of pain came from the woman but it was to be expected.


Soon, Piccolo’s mark overpowered Vegeta’s, the spot now bleeding and was a purple hue. Piccolo began moving in and out of his newly claimed mate again, slowly again and softly lapping up the blood from the fresh mark.


Piccolo gathered her into his arms, pulling them both into a sitting position. Jala cried out in pleasure from the shift, now on top and the rest of Piccolo sliding into her. With one hand on her hip, keeping her in place. His other hand cupped her chin, making her look at him.


No words were uttered between the two as Piccolo claimed her lips in a passionate kiss and continued thrusting into Jala with amazing strength and speed. Her moans were muffled by her new mate’s lips and her breathing erratic.


Piccolo’s tongue snaked into her mouth and began dancing with her’s as he felt her body begin tensing up once again. He continued pounding into her, increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts.


Jala tried pushing away so she could moan as loud as possible but Piccolo wasn’t having it. He held her as close as he could, not breaking the kiss as they both were painfully close to their climaxes.


Jala finally managed to push away, catching her breaths in quick huffs and moaning Piccolo’s name over and over again, getting louder with ever one. She instinctively began kissing his neck, looking to place her own mark on the Namek.


Piccolo thrusted even harder, making the small woman clamp down on his soft spot, marking him as hers.


With all his remaining strength, Piccolo slammed all the way into her, triggering both of them to experience mind-blowing climaxes. Piccolo fell back onto the bed, his mate still on top of him, both panting from their fun.


Jala rolled off Piccolo, feeling drowsiness begin to hit her. She looked to her Namek, a sleepy smile on her flushed face. “That was amazing.” she yawned, laying her head on his ripped chest, snuggling close.


Piccolo didn’t mind her cuddling. In fact, he liked the closeness. He brought his left arm around her shoulders, holding her against him. “It was. Let’s sleep for now.” he yawned wide, pulling a sheet over their now cool bodies.


“Good night, Piccolo.” she said, kissing his green cheek, earning a smile from the Namek.


“Good night, Jala.” Piccolo returned, kissing her forehead and soon drifting off to sleep.


I will more then likely do a Piccolo story, working on keeping canon with the series.