Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Enter Sirabi ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: I own Sirabi, but if Mr. Toriyama wants to borrow her, he can...<Grin>

Happy Birthday Vegeta

Chapter Four

"Please come in out of the cold, Kami." She moved back and gestured for him to enter the cabin, which he did, in a blast of frigid air and swirling snow. He glanced at the floor where the snow was quickly melting into a puddle. Without thought, the tiniest pulse of ki evaporated the mess. Sirabi hissed as his power rippled through her body and left her quivering. She forced herself to move, brushing past him silently, causing a frission of ...awareness... in him. Her height was nearly equal to his, but her movements were smooth, graceful. She took a kettle from the hearth, and placed it on the table. Looking up, a curtain of sable hair framing her face, she seemed suprized that he hadn't followed her into the room. She inhaled slowly, hoping to assuage the need he evoked, praying her voice wouldn't tremble like her body was.

"Tea, Kami?"

Piccolo started for the table, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it. It was set cozily, for two, with tiny china cups and matching saucers, lace edged napkins and polished silver spoons. A single rose bud waited in a faceted crystal vase. In the center of it all, luminescing on a brass stand, was the number five dragonball.

"Who...are....you?" Piccolo all but growled.

She was unable to supress the smile that curved across her face and stole his breath.

"You know who I am, or at least I think part of you does." Her voice slid around him, through his sensitive ears, sultry, suggestive. There, in the back of his mind, was that ...awareness, again. He stared at her heart-shaped face, and golden eyes, and remembered. Rather, Kami remembered.

He remembered a much younger Sirabi, before the life lines gathered next to those almond eyes, or beside her mouth. He remembered training with her, the teachers greatly impressed with her ability to heal, and the scope of her vision. He also remembered their concern about her...physical sensitivity to energy of any sort. A weapon too easily used aginst her he thought with warmth. To his shame, when he became Guardian, she was one of the things he chose to leave behind.

"Sirabi...is it?" Piccolo's throat was dry. Few things had the power to un-nerve the Namek, but this was ...just bizarre. Kami's regret was overpowering...

In an attempt to distract himself, he looked pointedly at the windowless walls, and asked, "How did you know I was here?"

Those golden eyes glittered with impatience, then she shrugged.

"Even if I were not a gifted seer, you were lit, like a lantern, in this storm."

At his continued confusion, Kami entered the conversation in his mind.

Kami - "She is able to percieve your ki Piccolo...her abilities remain very impressive."

A feeling of respect, and admiration flooded his system, and bent his mind. Accustomed to being the dominant presence in his mind made it very hard for Piccolo to suddenly share the space. He fought the thoughts and feelings thrust upon him that weren't his own... Shaking his head abruptly, however, did not make Kami go away. In fact, it seemed to clarify his thoughts.

Kami - "I think this is no chance meeting,..." Piccolo grabbed his head and groaned.

Sirabi moved quickly, putting her hands on Piccolo's chest, she pushed him into one of the waiting chairs.

"Easy...friend. Kami, shut up for a moment....the boy is obviously having trouble adjusting."

Piccolo - "Boy?"

Kami expanded his awareness, until Piccolo's body, was his.

Those firm hands on his chest, the sound of a voice he never thought to hear again, her breath warm against his throat ... Piccolo grimaced as admiration flared into a desire that wasn't his. It was not his hands that grabbed at her waist and pulled her onto his lap, and it for damn sure wasn't his idea to kiss her, but he did. That wide, soft mouth was sweeter than heaven, just as he remembered. With a soft sigh, her hands moved to his face, touching hesitantly, almost reverently. Tears pearled in the corners of her eyes, and slid down her cheeks.

"Kami, you do remember...I was so afraid..."

"I never forgot Sirabi..." His voice was low and strained with emotion. "There were just things I had to do...obligations that required my leaving... you." He kissed her again, licking and parting her lips, he teased his way into her mouth with his tongue.

"Hai." She mumbled against his mouth..."I know of your Guardianship, Kami...and I know of your sacrifice to stop Cell...I was so afraid you'd be gone when you re-joined with Piccolo.."

Kami froze, and then groaned as he pulled his mouth away. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Sirabi, I have no right..to pursue this without Piccolo's consent. This will have to be settled between the three of us..."

Piccolo - "Damn right you have no right! Settled? How the hell are we supposed to settle this Kami?"

Sirabi's voice was appealing, "Piccolo, you are not so different from Kami, In the beginning certainly, but not now. I would like for us, to get... acquainted."

"Can we start with you getting off my lap?" Piccolo gasped as Kami's anger shot through his skull.

Kami - "Do not be rude Piccolo...I think you and I should discuss this... later. After you have fulfilled Bulma's request."

Sirabi slowly stood and moved to the other side of the table.

"Of course...the dragonballs..." She stared at the unusual globe, her eyes losing their focus, her voice taking on a soft quality.

"She seeks with the purest of motives, to heal the one she loves." A frown creases her brow and what she sees wrenches a cry from her heart. "Kami! You know what he has been through?! But what she asks cannot be done. It exceeds the power of Shenlon. Perhaps... if the Saiyan noOuiji asks the correct question, the dragon may still hold his answer."

Sirabi blinked. She looked at Piccolo/Kami, and at the dragonball. She took the globe and held it out, as Piccolo reached out to take it from her, she moved it away. There was a hard glint in her golden eyes, that softened as she spoke.

"I will gladly contribute to her cause, but promise me, you will return, at least once more. I can not bear living with this unresolved."

"Agreed." Piccolo felt Kami's relief at his agreement, and he took the dragonball from Sirabi, stashing it in his cloak. Sirabi leaned in close, and kissed him.

"Thank you Piccolo."

With a nod to Sirabi, and a small stab of envy, from Kami, Piccolo opened the door and dissappeared into the snow.

Bulma's Lab

Piccolo arrived in the lab with a look of confusion on his usually implacable face. He remained silent as he handed the dragonball over to Bulma.

"The natives weren't hostile were they Piccolo?" Bulma teased.

Kami - "hardly."

Piccolo's eyes widened, and he shook his head slightly.

"Not hostile, no. All the same, I think Gohan can go after the next one...I have some...meditating to do."

Gohan and Bulma watched bemused as the Namek left muttering to himself.

"I don't know if it's such a good idea if you go alone on this next one, Gohan...the natives may really be hostile."

"Tell me what you know, then we'll decide."