Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Green Horizons ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Green Horizons

By: Letta

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights... and frankly, I don't even know what my rights are.

Rating: R or NC-17 Wherever I decide to go with this.

Warnings: Well, I guess references to yaoi relationships, abuse... sort of... OOC, probably AU, later on there'll probably be some graphic sexual situations, and by probably, I mean there will be... maybe a little dark humor, some violence... and anything else that could possibly be offensive or ishy that might come up. Oh, and now that this has come up, angst... specifically for Goku. He'll probably suffer. Irrelevant author insertions here and there...

Pairings: Piccolo x Bulma!!!

Notes: I will never understand people who join Track. None of them seem to like the meets… or the practices. Why do they join? They say running is fun, but I can see in their eyes that they are lying. I personally know how much Track sucks since I am one of the people who apparently has a streak of masochism and joined repeatedly. The sadomasochists get other people to join, I've noticed.

*denotes thought* "denotes speaking" //denotes flashbacks// #denotes whatever the hell I want it to denote# (denotes unnecessary author comment)

Bulma led the tall namek through the maze of Capsule Corp. until they eventually arrived at a closed door. She twisted around to face him, an evil grin spreading across her face as her free arm snaked behind her back to grasp the doorknob. A turn and a push later, the door swung open widely, revealing a large bedroom.

Plush, tan carpeting spread across the floor languidly matching the drapes and complimenting the sensual pink silk of the king sized bed. It was to the latter that the namek found himself being drug to.

The devious smile never left Bulma's face as she sat down on the covered mattress, gently tugging her captive onto it. Piccolo went from sitting readily on the edge of the bed to being pushed none-to-gently onto his back. To say he was surprised at how quickly the blue haired woman had suddenly managed to straddle him was an understatement. He never dreamed anyone with her power level could move so fast.

The namek didn't quite know what to make of the feral look that had festered in her eyes, and to be honest he was a little unnerved. He was about to ask her what she was doing when she cut him off... by dipping her head down and pressing her lips against his savagely, wasting no time in slipping a warm tongue inside. Instinctively, Piccolo found his tongue writhing with the amorous woman's.

*I feel... tingly...* the namek thought randomly, as he suddenly found eager hands trying to find their way inside his dark clothes. It didn't take much more questing for the searching appendages to reach their destination, and then seek out a new mission of tearing the garments from the muscled green flesh.

Dazedly, the namek could only lift his hands to rest on twitching hips.

"A little help here?" Bulma asked seductively, breaking away and tugging at his cape. The namek immediately responded by quickly discarding it, and then pulling the lithe female back to him with affectionate need. She squirmed in delight, dipping her head to tenderly nuzzle his corded neck, followed by some feverish nipping and suckling.

Piccolo abstractedly noticed that blood was flowing to certain heated areas of his body, and he was beginning to feel slightly constricted in one of them, but his attention shifted by the loss of his shirt... and sash. He quickly found the sensual female dauntingly using her mouth with peculiar skill and dexterity as she dotingly sampled his chest. Despite how fit he may have been, Piccolo was soon panting, not completing realizing as his hands slid up and down her firm body in passionate strokes.

Bulma smirked complacently amidst her work, pleased with herself at the responses she was eliciting from her soon to be lover. Piccolo was already moaning softly. As her head moved precariously lower, her arms slid up to sweep across his shoulders, then down his arms again, tickling and ghosting across rippled pink patches. The action drew another low moan. She decided she would see just what it took to make a namek scream.

*He's pretty cute when he wriggles.* Bulma thought adoringly as she snuck a look at the namek's face, smiling softly to herself.

Piccolo gasped sharply as a hot mouth and exotically warm breath fell on the sensitive ridged flesh of his stomach. Somewhere in the recesses of his clouded mind, he must have known that he arched sharply into the contact. For a brief moment, the sensation stopped, but then he realized that she had removed her shirt. He looked on with hooded eyes at the exposed flesh, but still frustratingly covered by a flimsy garment imprisoning the two soft mounds.

She smiled dangerously at him, keeping him locked in her lustrous gaze, as she went back to her previous engagement: exploring Piccolo.

The namek groaned, fisting his hands in her hair passionately as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. Somehow, he was suddenly stripped of his constricting pants freeing his towering length, and some further feverish rustling let him know she was in the process of losing hers as well. He chuckled softly when he looked down to see bouncy woman battling with a pants leg that refused to relinquish its hold. With a violent tug, she wrenched her foot free, tumbling backwards and off the bed in the process.

"I'm all right!" she called up.

Piccolo jolted up and peered amusedly over the side, actually grinning at her sheepish face.

*Beautiful.* he thought.

He reached out a strong hand to help her up after losing himself in those shining blue depths lighted by her small smile. She gently accepted the offer.

"For a second I thought you wanted to continue from down there," she teased.

He didn't have much time to consider the meaning behind this as she suddenly placed a delicate kiss on his lips and wiggled out of some thin cloth before impaling herself on his manhood, eliciting a strangled scream from both of them. Piccolo's vision danced and swayed as his senses concentrated on the deliciously sensual feel of her warm heat surrounding him. Her slick passage was perfectly lubricated for him. She remained still for a moment, then grinned down at him as she slowly rose to his tip before slamming herself down again.

Piccolo moaned loudly, tightly gripping her hips, but doing his best not to hurt her. Bulma set a slow rhythm at first, gradually increasing her speed, and the namek found he was bucking his hips into her, meeting her descents. They rocked together enjoying each other's feel, pressure mounting in each. Piccolo could no longer even concentrate as wave after wave of sheer pleasure washed over him, overloading his clouded senses. He began pulling her down onto him, deriving even more gratification from her impassioned screams. His vision swam over as the namek felt himself nearing the pivotal edge.

Bulma squeezed her eyes shut tightly, feeling herself hovering over the brink. She rose steadily and fell and few more times, reveling in the delightful friction, and released a primeval cry, vaguely registering an answering impassioned scream. Exhausted, she rolled off Piccolo, her breath coming in ragged gasps. When her strength returned, she rolled onto her side, facing the namek, a sloppy smirk on her perfect face.

"Want to try that again?" she asked alluringly, wrapping her arms around him possessively.

Piccolo studied her face for a second, before a smirk crossed his own face.

"Sure."

*****

"Excuse me," Chichi said, turning away from arguing with her husband, looking at the doctor in curiosity, "but what happened to Dr. Austin?"

"He fell ill. I'm his replacement. You may call me Dr. Burt," he said, patting a seemingly out-of-place mallet.

"Well how come you've just stared off into space for the past hour while Goku and I were arguing?" Chichi asked.

"I was..."

"Hey, when's lunch time?" Goku asked. He seemed ignorant of the cold stare the good doctor was giving him.

"The next one who interrupts me gets whacked!" he said, hefting his mallet into his arms, looking at the couple challengingly. Suddenly, the door to the office swung open.

"Hey Burt, you ready for lunch…"

"Gohan?!" Chichi asked.

"Oh, hi mom, I didn't expect to…"

Chichi looked back and forth between Dr. Burt and her son, ignoring the way her husband was dumbly at the entire scene.

"You two know each other?"

"Uh, yeah," Gohan admitted. "He's the Kai of Mallets."

"Well, session's over!" Burt announced, standing up as he carried his mallet out the door, leaving Gohan to follow.

THE END!