Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Photographs ❯ Photographs ( One-Shot )

Photographs by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I have never and will not ever make a profit from Dragon Ball Z and any of its merchandise. Akira Toriyama owns all of the rights to Dragon Ball Z.

Warning: This story contains a Yaoi relationship, and obscene language.

Author's Note: I am aware that Nameks are asexual beings. This is an AU and therefore I have changed the Nameks' biology quite a bit to suit my own fiendish will. I apologize profusely to those of you who I have horrified with my Piccolo and Tram stories. To those of you who didn't mind the change, you're all unbelievably cruel, but then again I guess so am I. ^__~

*****

It was just another casual get together with the Z Fighters. Goku and Krillen horsed around while Vegeta stared at their idiocy, muttering to himself in a corner. Bulma idly listened to a boastful Yamcha while Puar tried to maintain a tremulous smile to make up for her friend's arrogance. Piccolo, who had shown up without his Namekian partner, was listening to a grim faced Chichi as she expounded on the dangers of having Tram around to ruin Gohan's chance at a good education. The Namek was bigger and stronger than the small woman was but he still looked very uncomfortable beneath her tirade. Apparently, Gohan was still grounded and was at home with his grandfather the Ox-King. Bulma saved Piccolo by asking Chichi to help her with the refreshments. Piccolo let out a sigh of relief and relaxed when Goku, Krillen, and Yamcha surrounded him. Talk soon turned to simpler things and laughter flowed freely amid the group of warriors.

Many hours later, Piccolo still lingered at Capsule Corps Estate even after Goku and the others had left. Vegeta had ignored the silent Namek and retired to his training room to work off some of the food that he had fought over with Kakarott to devour.

Bulma could see that there was something on Piccolo's mind and she approached him.

"You all right, Piccolo?"

"Uh, yes, Bulma. I…wanted to ask a favor of you."

"A favor?" That's strange. I never thought that I'd see the day when Piccolo would need anything from me. "Sure, what's the favor?"

"I was wondering if I could borrow a portable camera."

"A camera?" She was surprised that he would request such a simple item from her. She wondered what Piccolo could possibly do with a camera. In her mind, he wasn't exactly the photogenic type. He barely smiled and if he ever did, it was only for Gohan. Her curiosity prodded her to ask, "Taking someone to see the sites?"

Piccolo blushed charmingly to her amusement.

"No," he answered all too quickly.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Come on, I'll get you a Dino Cap kit."

Minutes later, Bulma showed Piccolo an open capsule case and pointed at the individual caps inside. "This one is the camera and this one contains the extra rolls of film." She snapped the case close and handed it to him. "When you're ready to have them developed, bring them over and I'll finish them for you."

"Thank you, Bulma. I will."

When Piccolo left, Bulma let a small giggle escape her lips. She would find out what the Namek was up to eventually. He had to bring back the camera and the film and she would get to see what it was that he was so hesitant to tell her.

*****

"This is it?"

"Yes."

"It's so small. I could break it."

"If you're careful with it you won't break it. I don't want to have to explain to Bulma why her camera was returned to her in millions of pieces."

Tram snorted and poked a finger at the small, chrome-covered device. "You are exaggerating. There is not much of this thing to make a million pieces, Picoo. Are you sure that it will work? I could just as easily go to the mall and bring the booth back here with me."

Piccolo sighed and said, "It'll work. Now, do us both a favor and stay away from the city. That includes the mall."

Tram made a sound of disappointment and busily examined the compact rectangular box. "It is…pretty I suppose."

Piccolo grinned. "Should I show you how it works?"

"Yes."

After Piccolo instructed his mate on the particulars of the device, Piccolo found himself being ordered about by the larger Namek. Tram made him strip his clothes to Piccolo's consternation. He complied any way, but took offense when Tram told him to get on his knees. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking you can forget it," he told him.

"I have no intention of doing that now, Picoo" he assured him. When Piccolo slipped down to his knees, Tram muttered beneath his breath. "Perhaps later."

Piccolo colored slightly as Tram positioned his mate's hands over his chest. "Sit back on your heels," Tram instructed. "There, that is good."

His blush deepened when Tram's hand ventured between his legs to grasp his member. The Super Namek stroked the flesh until it was hard and erect, then kissed Piccolo on his mouth. Piccolo trembled.

"This is the pose I want, Picoo. Stay still." He watched blankly as Tram stepped back a small distance, peered into the viewer and pressed the button. A sharp click sounded as the picture was taken.

"Mmmm…" Tram leered at him and announced, "Its time for a new pose, Picoo."

Piccolo snapped out of his daze and said, "No, no more poses."

"Yes, a new one," Tram insisted.

Piccolo sighed and reluctantly agreed. Tram smiled and adjusted his mate's body, having him stand on his hands and knees, his back arched, his rear jutting out seductively. For this pose, Tram placed Piccolo's hat on the Namek's head.

Piccolo made an impatient growl and Tram took his picture. "Ah, no good Picoo. Your frown ruined it," he claimed. "You'll have to do another pose."

"What? Absolutely not!" He stood and crossed his arms.

"Picoo…" Tram held him in his arms and left small kisses along his neck. "I like taking pictures of you, little dragon. It pleases me."

"Fine," Piccolo muttered. "Just one more." He regretted giving in when he saw the mischievous smile on Tram's face.

*****

"You want me to do what?"

Tram repeated his instructions and eagerly waited for his lover to comply.

"Are you insane?"

"It is perfectly natural, Picoo."

"I won't do it!" he yelled.

"Will it make you feel better if I did it for you?" Tram asked in a low, seductive voice.

Piccolo considered it then replied, "A little, but still…"

"I promise that you will enjoy it Picoo," he assured him with a kiss. "Now hurry so that we may move on to…other things." Tram ran a heated look over him.

It took Piccolo a few minutes to gather up the nerve to do as Tram wanted. He lay down on the soft green grass and splayed his thighs. Tram helped him widen them more, then caressed Piccolo's scrotum. His long, thick fingers slipped lower and Piccolo gasped as they entered him.

"Take the picture now damn it!"

Tram ignored him and instead focused on finding Piccolo's hidden knot of pleasure. The first stroke of it caused Piccolo to suck in his breath sharply. His eyes widened and a drop of precum pearled at the tip of his cock.

Click.

"Aaah!" Piccolo threw his head back at the second stroke.

Click.

Streams of saliva coursed down from the corners of his mouth as the third and fourth strokes made his cock jump.

Click.

And when Tram leaned over him and took his member into his mouth, Piccolo cried out and his whole body went taut as he came hard for the camera.

Click, click, click, click!

*****

Piccolo and Tram lay panting in the wake of their sudden joining. The camera was wedged between their bodies, the lens fogging up from their raised heat levels. Soon even its softly rounded edges became a bother to them and Tram eased off Piccolo to retrieve it. He wanted to take a picture of Piccolo while the look of sated lust was still in his eyes. He grinned and pressed the button, then frowned when he didn't hear the click. He shook the little box and pressed the button again. Nothing.

"You're out of film," Piccolo told him.

Tram made a sound of irritation and reached for the Capsule Case. Piccolo sweat dropped as the Super Namek changed the rolls. I should have never taught him how it works, he thought.

"Now Picoo," Tram said as he snapped the back of the camera close, "Wait here while I go find us a snake…"

"What?" Piccolo quickly sat up, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"You agreed that I could take a picture of you holding one, remember?"

"I did not agree to that!"

"Are you calling me a liar, Picoo?"

Piccolo narrowed his gaze and thought, That's not what I would like to call you. Tram heard his musing and scowled.

"When do I get to take pictures of you?" Piccolo asked.

"Soon and only if you let me take a picture of you with a snake," Tram pressed.

"You're fixation on that animal is frightening you know."

"Its qualities suit me," he said. "Fearless and deadly and handsome."

Piccolo chuckled at that. "You'd be surprised at the number of people who think that a snake is ugly."

The taller Namek bristled at that. "I'm going to find one. I'll be right back."

"You better make sure that it's not poisonous."

"Snakes are…poisonous?"

"Yes, some of them are. Do you still like them now?"

"Even more so. What a formidable enemy," Tram said in awe.

Piccolo shook his head and explained to Tram about markings and how to determine whether the species was poisonous or safe to handle. Tram left the camera with him and flew off in search of his precious snake.

Piccolo utilized the moment to meditate. Ever since he had met the Super Namek, there had never been much time for it. Tram had the patience of a child -which meant that his patience was nonexistent.

At least he's given up on his plan to conquer the world. The thought eased his mind and he slipped deeper into his self-imposed meditation

*****

In his search for the perfect snake, Tram had deduced that the animal that he wanted had to match his virility and power. The slender harmless looking specimens that were found in the forest would not do. He required something more substantial to tout the greatness of his future empire. In addition, the thought of taking a picture of a very naked Piccolo adorned with such an animal turned him on immensely.

His quest took him past the forest and over a familiar looking domicile. The child known as Gohan lived there. He hovered above it for a moment and considered whether he should see if the imprisoned child was doing all right -for Piccolo's sake of course. He flew down to one of the windows and peered inside. There was Gohan's "mom" busily stirring a wooden spoon in a pot. Tram made an inaudible growl at the woman then moved on to the next window. It was nothing more than an empty room, one made for sleeping it seemed. He soon found the little boy's prison. Gohan was surrounded with books, his little legs kicking idly back and forth beneath his desk.

"What an evil little woman you have for a mother."

Gohan was startled by his voice and almost fell out of his chair. "Mr. Tram! What are you doing here?"

"Whatever I please," he snapped. "I need your assistance."

"Sure, but I can't leave my room," Gohan said sadly. "I'm still grounded."

"How unfortunate. It would have been amusing to have you along for my quest."

"A quest?" Gohan asked, his eyes widening in interest.

"Yes. I am in search of a large snake. Do you know where I can find one of those?"

"Why would you want one? They're scary."

"It does not matter what you think about them. Do you know where I can find a larger species or not, human?"

"Uh, yeah." He picked up one of his books and flipped through some of the pages then showed it to the Namek. "See this?" his finger tapped at the picture. "This is a jungle. There are a lot of animals there, including snakes -big snakes."

"Very well then, I will go to this jungle. Where can I find such a place?"

"Just a minute," Gohan told him and rooted around his desk for his atlas. He made a few marks on one of the pages and ripped it out of the book. "Here. This is where you want to go."

Tram took the map and looked at the boy. "Are you sure that you don't want me to free you?"

"Uh, yeah, pretty sure," he said. "I've been meaning to ask you...Where's Mr. Piccolo?"

"Waiting for me," he answered and left.

Goten leaned out the window and watched him disappear on the horizon. "Why does he need a snake?"

*****

Tram had no problem capturing his target. The creature lunged at him, but he caught it just beneath the head, using the pressure of his thumb to keep its jaw shut. While the animal bore the markings of a non-venomous snake, Tram did not relish the thought of prying it's fangs out of his flesh.

The thing put up a good fight attempting to squeeze him to death, but he managed to unravel it from his body.

"Be a good boy and I might let you live," he told it.

Humph, my first pet, he thought with a grin.

"Let's go say hello to Picoo."

*****

"NO WAY!"

"Come now, you already agreed to do it."

"I didn't know that it would be that big!"

"It has not even reached its maturity yet."

"How would you know?" Piccolo glowered at him.

Tram ignored his angry mate and set the snake upon his shoulders. Piccolo uneasily adjusted the animal's weight and glared at the Super Namek.

The snake started moving to his consternation. It was trying to make Piccolo his next meal, but Piccolo put a stop to it by keeping the animal's jaw shut with his hands. The snake's heavy body was coiling itself around his arm and waist.

Piccolo muttered through clenched teeth, "I swear if you even try it I'll skin you alive."

That seemed to put a stop to the animal's unscrupulous intentions. Tram eagerly took his precious pictures, a lecherous grin dominating his face.

Piccolo was not in the best of moods afterwards. He set the snake down on the ground and watched as it happily slithered away into the brush. Tram chuckled at his sour expression and began to remove his own clothing. "It's your turn Picoo. Are you not excited?"

"Barely."

"Let's see what I can do about that, hmmm?"

Tram replicated himself and Piccolo soon faced three Super Nameks. Their eyes were all filled with mischief and lust. "What would you have us do, my little dragon?"

"For one thing, you could stop calling me little dragon," Piccolo grumbled. He then commanded quite seriously, "Get on your knees."

The three identical Trams smiled wolfishly and did as they were told. They caused Piccolo's brows to rise when they began caressing each other. His face flushed when the three became more intimate with each other -lustily entering tender orifices and filling the air with their heated groans. Piccolo almost forgot to take pictures. When his first roll of film was done, one of the naughty Nameks crawled towards him and took his arousal into his mouth. The camera slipped from Piccolo's hand. He held the Namek's head and looked down as his member disappeared into the moist heat of the clone's mouth.

"This...isn't the right time for this," he said.

The others gathered around him, their long fingers sweeping over his chest and thighs. Sharp white teeth nipped at his earlobe.

"This is the perfect time," the one on his left whispered.

"Picoo, when will you learn to relax, hmm?" the one on the right asked him.

He clenched his teeth as the suction on his cock increased. He parted his lips to put a stop to the intimate assault but, they were quickly covered. He moaned as a tongue thrust inside his mouth. The lusty pulls on his shaft became more intense. His belly rippled from the assault. Piccolo's mouth slipped away from the probing tongue.

"Tram..." his voice was filled with need.

"What is it, Picoo?" the one on his right asked. "What do you want?"

He turned his gaze towards him and realized that this was the real Tram, that this was his mate.

"What do you want, Picoo?" he repeated.

"You," Piccolo told him.

Tram grinned and sealed his mouth over his. He used his weight to push Piccolo down on to his back. Piccolo felt cold air move over his cock as the clone released it. The two replicants returned into Tram's body and the Super Namek straddled Piccolo's hips. He grinded his cock against his. Piccolo's member jumped at the friction.

"Haaahhh..." he breathed out huskily.

Tram made a sound of approval and licked the palm of his hand, getting it good and wet. He grasped both of their cocks and slowly stroked them together. Piccolo closed his eyes and lifted his hips. Up and down, in and out of the warm envelope of his hand he glided. The soft skin over his member pulling, stretching, sliding over his taut muscle. He could feel the heaviness of his body's essence churning -getting ready to be free.

"Tram...please," he muttered, rolling his hips, yearning for completion.

Tram released their cocks to Piccolo's consternation. The smaller Namek's eyelids fluttered open and dazedly assessed the situation.

"W-Why did you stop? What are you doing?"

Tram let his saliva flow over two of his fingers and looked down tenderly at his mate. "I need to get inside of you."

Piccolo gave a growl of content and stirred. Tram eased off his legs and watched as the young Namek arranged himself for him. He had widened his legs and raised them as far back as he could, his hands hooked behind his knees to secure them in place. Tram took a moment to gaze at his flushed faced lover before he tackled the duty of preparing him for his entry.

The tight bud was too adorable for words. Tram could not pass up the chance to taste all of Piccolo.

When his tongue touched him, Piccolo gasped and released his legs. His hands groped at Tram's head, yanked at his feelers. He arched his back, his mouth agape, his chest rising from his labored breathing.

Tram licked a trail upwards from his nether orifice. he took first one, then the other plump testicle into his mouth and carefully sucked them. Piccolo impatiently reached for his cock, but Tram brushed his hand away. He rose over him; his hips nestled between his thighs. He pressed forward, causing Piccolo's legs to widen further.

The drop of pre-cum that leaked from the slit of Piccolo's member caught Tram's attention. He collected the sticky nectar on his fingertips and applied it to his own weeping cock.

More lubrication, he thought, but it was still going to be uncomfortable for Piccolo.

The panting younger Namek could care less. He eagerly grasped at his mate, encouraging him to take him.

Now!

He heard Piccolo's urgent plea in his mind and complied, entering his body and becoming one with him.

Piccolo's pained cry ended with a moan of desire. Tram knew his mate's body well, and he wasted no time in establishing a rhythm with his movements.

"Tram! Oh, K-Kami!"

Tram grinned. Piccolo had not noticed that he had cried out to his sire.

The clenching of Piccolo's silken inner muscles pulled the smugness right out of him. He plunged his cock into the warmth and felt every fiber of his being react to the pure look of ecstasy on Piccolo's face.

I would die for you, Picoo, he told him. I care for you so much...

"Tram," Piccolo whispered brokenly. "I...ooohh..."

His mate had resumed stroking his erection.

Cum for me, he bade him. I want to feel you squeezing me inside of you. Yes.

"Aaah!" His entire body strained for its release. Just as he climaxed all over his chest, his soul briefly ascended to a higher realm. His body lay behind being lashed by waves of pure pleasure. When he returned to a semi-normal state, he heard Tram utter a curse in Namekian and felt the hot spill of his seed. The flood of nectar made the pulsing sensations inside of him feel more intense. His sheath lovingly clung to its throbbing occupant, caressing it with its tiny convulsions.

"Mmmm..." Tram smiled in satisfaction and leaned forward to nibble his nose.

Piccolo let out a long sigh and winced when Tram withdrew from him. He could feel the wetness of Tram escaping his body and squirmed knowing that his own wetness covered both of their chests.

Sex was messy.

No wonder the Nameks evolved past it.

Tram helped him lower his legs and then smothered his with his weight.

"Oof!" This was completely unexpected. Tram was in the cuddling mood.

"That was very good, Picoo. We should take pictures more often," he said.

"I can't breathe."

Tram adjusted his weight and suddenly found a new obsession -licking his mate clean, to Piccolo's horror.

"Tram! That's disgusting!" He attempted to escape when he felt the velvet sweep of a tongue over a recently vacated area. His eyes widened in shock. He tried to prevent the Super Namek's naughty intentions.

Delicious.

Piccolo's entire face warmed. This isn't happening.

"That's...that's enough," he croaked out and closed his legs when Tram finally listened to reason.

They lay on the ground in silence, idly looking at the clouds as they passed over them. "Picoo?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there any more film left?"

*****

She was just entering some new data on her personal computer when the intercom interrupted her.

"Bulma, sweetie?" Her mother's cheerful voice streamed through the small speaker.

She stretched, rubbed the kink in her neck and replied, "Hi mom. What's up?"

"That nice young friend of yours Mr. Piccolo is here to see you."

"Oh, okay mom. Thanks." She tidied up a bit and left to greet Piccolo.

"Hey, done already?" she asked him as she spotted the outline of the capsule case hidden behind the sash at his waist.

"Yes," the Namek nodded, and pulled the case free. His face seemed flushed.

"Great. I'll just take that..." She tried to pull the box of used film from him, but Piccolo would not relinquish it.

"Piccolo, in order to get your film developed, you have to let go of them first."

"I know," he said, but still didn't release the case.

Bulma carefully pried his fingers off it and patted his arm. "Don't worry, they'll turn out fine."

"That's not what I'm worried about," he muttered.

"You'd better have a seat. This will take a while," she told him and ushered him over to the couch.

Piccolo continued to stand. He eyed the couch rather warily. The dark flush that had covered his cheeks now spread towards his ears.

Weird, Bulma thought and returned to her lab. She had far too many things to do and none of them involved analyzing the Namek's peculiar behavior.

*****

Bulma was red from her head to her toes when she stepped out of the room just a half an hour later. She found a nervous looking Piccolo waiting out in the hall.

"No wonder you didn't want to give me the film," she told him.

His face flushed again. "No one else is to know of this."

"Of course," Bulma agreed. "If you don't mind me asking, who came up with the idea?"

Piccolo looked away and said, "I did."

"Wow," Bulma was doubly shocked.

"It's not what you think. Tram was the one that made me do those things. All I wanted was-" he stopped abruptly and said, "Never mind. Are they finished?"

"I need a few more…hours."

Piccolo narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, okay, just a few minutes. They're very interesting. Any time you want to borrow the camera again, let me know."

Piccolo growled his impatience and Bulma quickly sequestered herself back in the lab.

*****

Twenty minutes later, Bulma handed him a large black photo album embossed in silver. "Here you go."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I should be thanking you," she giggled.

Piccolo sweat dropped.

"Oh, come on, Piccolo. We're all adults here. I think that you two make a cute couple. An energetic one at that."

"Thank you, Bulma." Piccolo turned and stiffly walked away. Bulma noted a slight limp in his stride.

"It really was a pleasure," she told him. "Besides, I still have the negatives. That's enough thanks in my book."

She smiled with glee and entered her lab leaving a flustered Piccolo behind.

*****

Next: The Birthing…