Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Isn't Easy Being Evil ❯ Chapter Eight: Every Other Time ( Chapter 8 )
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By: ZelAndPiccoloFreak 
A massage can make a certain Namek feel very awkward and insecure.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
A massage can make a certain Namek feel very awkward and insecure.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
Author's Note: In this story, I do have excessive swearing. If you get offended by certain words, don't read this. Also this story will be getting to a point where it is not suitable for children. I have no idea how far I will go until I go so... you have been forwarned.
It Isn't Easy Being Evil
This story is an alternate universe story. It is written using Piccolo's point of view. Pretend Piccolo is fighting Frieza before his final form. What if there was another member of the ginyu force who wasn't too happy with Frieza? And what if they wanted revenge… at any cost?
Episode 8: Every Other Time
Krystana lies on the beach, sunbathing. She wears a skimpy purple bikini. Her tail sways as she lies on her stomach.
"Piccolo… Earth is beautiful."
"Yes."
#Damn, she is trying to get you to talk to her.#
'I don't want to talk to her.'
I watch as she sits up allowing the water to roll over her toes.
She sighs, turning to me, looking at me with those violet eyes, "We have been training for a month, now. This has been the first time I have gotten to relax in five months."
"Don't get used to it."
"Grr… Pickles, can't you just be nice for a second?"
"It isn't in my nature and don't call me that."
"Pickles, Pickles, PICKLES!" She stands shouting at me, what did I do?
"Shut up!"
"Fine," She sighs, slumping back in the sand.
"You know… sometimes you can be such a bitch. But every other time… you…" I trail off knowing what I was about to say.
"I'm what?" There she goes looking at me with her soft violet eyes.
"Nothing… you are always a bitch."
"You know… every time you call me that it really hurts! Same with slut, tramp, and especially whore!"
"Well if the shoe fits…"
"I'll have you know that I am a virgin!" She clamps her hands over her mouth obviously not wanting to blurt that out.
I had no idea, all this time I figured she… I just didn't think she was so pure.
#Really smooth… you are such an ass.#
"I'm sorry… I'm just being a jerk."
"If the shoe fits…" She mumbles as a couple tears fall.
"Well, since apparently I have been an ass, you can have the day off to go do whatever and visit whomever."
I take up my position on the beach and begin to meditate.
"Go on. I'll meet you back here tomorrow."
She smiles and rolls over on her belly looking at me, "You don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?"
"I don't want to go anywhere else. If I wanted to go somewhere else I would have. Like it or not I enjoy it here with you."
"Why? I am cruel to you."
"It is your way. I understand. You don't know how much I understand." She stands.
I take in the beautiful creature before me. Her long slender, yet muscular legs; her violet hair flowing about her waist; her beautiful abundant breasts; her crooked smile showing her pointed canines; her baby-like violet eyes; her pointed ears; and even her firm belly… she is perfect.
"You think you know me after one month."
"I think I knew you after one day."
"Whatever." I close my eyes, shutting out Krystana.
"Talk to me, Piccolo!" She whines.
"There is nothing to talk about. Find a subject matter." I growl, which I have been doing more and more often.
"I want you to talk to me! I'd like to hear you for once… when you aren't yelling at me."
"What do you wish me to say?"
"Give me a compliment."
I open my eyes and look at the woman kneeling before me sitting on her feet, "You are powerful."
"Nope! Try again!" She smirks.
"You are strong." I sigh, she is being foolish, again.
"No." She shakes her head.
#She wants you to compliment her as a woman, not a student.#
"You have nice eyes." I grind my teeth, what is this woman trying to do? Make a mockery of me, will she!
"There! Was that so hard?"
"Bitc- um, er…" I can't even call her that! What has she done?
"Now, it's my turn! You are very, very handsome." Her cheeks purple.
My eyes widen, she must be pulling my leg, "You've got to be kidding."
Krystana shakes her head, her hair flowing, " No… you are really a very handsome man. You're totally built… geez, I've been hanging out with Bulma, too much."
"I am a Namek…"
"So you are. Your turn!" She smiles and giggles.
"You have a fluffy tail?" What should I say? Fluffy tail? I sound like an ass.
"That is an observation… not a compliment." She gives me the naughty finger.
"You are beautiful, alright! I don't like these games. Stop playing. Go harass a crab."
"I am harassing a crab." She sticks her tongue out at me and it reminds me of the time that tongue was tracing my lips… "My turn."
She takes off my turban and runs her fingers over my antenna.
"I like your antennae." She continues to grin at me.
I clench my teeth, the electricity she caused by touching my most sensitive… ok my second most sensitive part of my body courses through my veins, "Don't ever touch me."
"Fine… it's your turn again, Mr. Crabbypants."
"This is stupid," I cross my arms, glaring at the sky above… hm… no clouds, damn.
"You need to loosen up, Pickles," She takes off my weighted cloak and sits behind me on the beach. Why am I allowing her to do this to me?
#Cause you like it!#
"What are you doing, woman?"
"Relax, Pickles." Krystana rests her small gentle hands on my shoulders.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You've done so much for me. Let me do this for you."
Her thumbs gently caress my back.
#Damn, she is seducing you!#
'She can't be… she thinks I'm asexual.'
My thoughts are interrupted. I involuntarily release a moan. Her massage is just amazing. Her hands move down from my shoulders to the small of my back, continually massaging those sore muscles. If she keeps this up… I can't stop these thoughts.
"Do you wish me to stop, now?" She says almost erotically.
"No… please. Continue." Oh my… Damn, did I just beg her? What has happened!?!?
"I am glad you enjoy this. I want to repay you for all your have taught me. I wish to teach you the joys of life. Which is kind of ironic since I haven't experienced many myself." She says. Could she be referring to her virginity?
I feel the breath on the back of my neck as she continues her massage.
"Just tell me when to stop… I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"What have you done to me?" I mumble.
"Do you not like it?" Her hands quickly leave my back.
"That's the problem… I do like it."
"Just go with it, then," Her hands return and stroke the back of my neck.
#JUST GO WITH IT!#
"Why are you doing this?" I repeat my question from before.
"Because I want to." Krystana starts to rub behind my ear causing shivers to run down my spine, "You really need to relax."
"No… this isn't me!" I stand grabbing my weighted clothing, "You are… WHY?"
"Because." She smirks looking at me innocently. All that purity is just seeping out of her eyes.
"I don't want to feel this! Stop looking at me like that!"
She tilts her head, "Like what?"
Krystana continues to sit in the sand, her tail brushing the sand away behind her.
"Like what?" She repeats.
"WOMAN!" I growl, feeling my anger rise. This woman acts all pure and innocent but she knows what she is doing!
#Piccolo… she is innocent. She is just being friendly.#
"Pickles, am I really that bad?"
"Weak…" I mumble.
"I am not weak!" She defends not realizing that is not what I meant.
"No, but you are causing me to be weak. You and the kid… it is a conspiracy."
"How am I making you weak? You seem more powerful then before."
"That is not what I mean! You are getting under my skin! I don't like it!"
#TELL HER!#
"Maybe if it is bothering you that much… having me around… maybe I should go to Bulma's." Her eyes follow her finger as it doodles in the sand.
"Give me time… I need to go think. I don't care what you do." I fly off.
****That's the end of Episode Eight. Let me know what you think. Give me some reviews.****
It Isn't Easy Being Evil
This story is an alternate universe story. It is written using Piccolo's point of view. Pretend Piccolo is fighting Frieza before his final form. What if there was another member of the ginyu force who wasn't too happy with Frieza? And what if they wanted revenge… at any cost?
Episode 8: Every Other Time
Krystana lies on the beach, sunbathing. She wears a skimpy purple bikini. Her tail sways as she lies on her stomach.
"Piccolo… Earth is beautiful."
"Yes."
#Damn, she is trying to get you to talk to her.#
'I don't want to talk to her.'
I watch as she sits up allowing the water to roll over her toes.
She sighs, turning to me, looking at me with those violet eyes, "We have been training for a month, now. This has been the first time I have gotten to relax in five months."
"Don't get used to it."
"Grr… Pickles, can't you just be nice for a second?"
"It isn't in my nature and don't call me that."
"Pickles, Pickles, PICKLES!" She stands shouting at me, what did I do?
"Shut up!"
"Fine," She sighs, slumping back in the sand.
"You know… sometimes you can be such a bitch. But every other time… you…" I trail off knowing what I was about to say.
"I'm what?" There she goes looking at me with her soft violet eyes.
"Nothing… you are always a bitch."
"You know… every time you call me that it really hurts! Same with slut, tramp, and especially whore!"
"Well if the shoe fits…"
"I'll have you know that I am a virgin!" She clamps her hands over her mouth obviously not wanting to blurt that out.
I had no idea, all this time I figured she… I just didn't think she was so pure.
#Really smooth… you are such an ass.#
"I'm sorry… I'm just being a jerk."
"If the shoe fits…" She mumbles as a couple tears fall.
"Well, since apparently I have been an ass, you can have the day off to go do whatever and visit whomever."
I take up my position on the beach and begin to meditate.
"Go on. I'll meet you back here tomorrow."
She smiles and rolls over on her belly looking at me, "You don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?"
"I don't want to go anywhere else. If I wanted to go somewhere else I would have. Like it or not I enjoy it here with you."
"Why? I am cruel to you."
"It is your way. I understand. You don't know how much I understand." She stands.
I take in the beautiful creature before me. Her long slender, yet muscular legs; her violet hair flowing about her waist; her beautiful abundant breasts; her crooked smile showing her pointed canines; her baby-like violet eyes; her pointed ears; and even her firm belly… she is perfect.
"You think you know me after one month."
"I think I knew you after one day."
"Whatever." I close my eyes, shutting out Krystana.
"Talk to me, Piccolo!" She whines.
"There is nothing to talk about. Find a subject matter." I growl, which I have been doing more and more often.
"I want you to talk to me! I'd like to hear you for once… when you aren't yelling at me."
"What do you wish me to say?"
"Give me a compliment."
I open my eyes and look at the woman kneeling before me sitting on her feet, "You are powerful."
"Nope! Try again!" She smirks.
"You are strong." I sigh, she is being foolish, again.
"No." She shakes her head.
#She wants you to compliment her as a woman, not a student.#
"You have nice eyes." I grind my teeth, what is this woman trying to do? Make a mockery of me, will she!
"There! Was that so hard?"
"Bitc- um, er…" I can't even call her that! What has she done?
"Now, it's my turn! You are very, very handsome." Her cheeks purple.
My eyes widen, she must be pulling my leg, "You've got to be kidding."
Krystana shakes her head, her hair flowing, " No… you are really a very handsome man. You're totally built… geez, I've been hanging out with Bulma, too much."
"I am a Namek…"
"So you are. Your turn!" She smiles and giggles.
"You have a fluffy tail?" What should I say? Fluffy tail? I sound like an ass.
"That is an observation… not a compliment." She gives me the naughty finger.
"You are beautiful, alright! I don't like these games. Stop playing. Go harass a crab."
"I am harassing a crab." She sticks her tongue out at me and it reminds me of the time that tongue was tracing my lips… "My turn."
She takes off my turban and runs her fingers over my antenna.
"I like your antennae." She continues to grin at me.
I clench my teeth, the electricity she caused by touching my most sensitive… ok my second most sensitive part of my body courses through my veins, "Don't ever touch me."
"Fine… it's your turn again, Mr. Crabbypants."
"This is stupid," I cross my arms, glaring at the sky above… hm… no clouds, damn.
"You need to loosen up, Pickles," She takes off my weighted cloak and sits behind me on the beach. Why am I allowing her to do this to me?
#Cause you like it!#
"What are you doing, woman?"
"Relax, Pickles." Krystana rests her small gentle hands on my shoulders.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You've done so much for me. Let me do this for you."
Her thumbs gently caress my back.
#Damn, she is seducing you!#
'She can't be… she thinks I'm asexual.'
My thoughts are interrupted. I involuntarily release a moan. Her massage is just amazing. Her hands move down from my shoulders to the small of my back, continually massaging those sore muscles. If she keeps this up… I can't stop these thoughts.
"Do you wish me to stop, now?" She says almost erotically.
"No… please. Continue." Oh my… Damn, did I just beg her? What has happened!?!?
"I am glad you enjoy this. I want to repay you for all your have taught me. I wish to teach you the joys of life. Which is kind of ironic since I haven't experienced many myself." She says. Could she be referring to her virginity?
I feel the breath on the back of my neck as she continues her massage.
"Just tell me when to stop… I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"What have you done to me?" I mumble.
"Do you not like it?" Her hands quickly leave my back.
"That's the problem… I do like it."
"Just go with it, then," Her hands return and stroke the back of my neck.
#JUST GO WITH IT!#
"Why are you doing this?" I repeat my question from before.
"Because I want to." Krystana starts to rub behind my ear causing shivers to run down my spine, "You really need to relax."
"No… this isn't me!" I stand grabbing my weighted clothing, "You are… WHY?"
"Because." She smirks looking at me innocently. All that purity is just seeping out of her eyes.
"I don't want to feel this! Stop looking at me like that!"
She tilts her head, "Like what?"
Krystana continues to sit in the sand, her tail brushing the sand away behind her.
"Like what?" She repeats.
"WOMAN!" I growl, feeling my anger rise. This woman acts all pure and innocent but she knows what she is doing!
#Piccolo… she is innocent. She is just being friendly.#
"Pickles, am I really that bad?"
"Weak…" I mumble.
"I am not weak!" She defends not realizing that is not what I meant.
"No, but you are causing me to be weak. You and the kid… it is a conspiracy."
"How am I making you weak? You seem more powerful then before."
"That is not what I mean! You are getting under my skin! I don't like it!"
#TELL HER!#
"Maybe if it is bothering you that much… having me around… maybe I should go to Bulma's." Her eyes follow her finger as it doodles in the sand.
"Give me time… I need to go think. I don't care what you do." I fly off.
****That's the end of Episode Eight. Let me know what you think. Give me some reviews.****