Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's First Kiss ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: VegetaDaimoh 
Songfic, kissin' and waterfalls.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 776 | Status: Work In Progress
Songfic, kissin' and waterfalls.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 776 | Status: Work In Progress
PICCOLO'S FIRST KISS - PART 1
by animegrrrl
Gohan tore off his sweaty gi and pants. He panted, slightly out of breath. "That was a good session! I haven't trained that hard in a long time." Gohan chuckled and splashed into the
waterfall. Leaning back, he stretched out his arms and let the waterfall rush over him. The coldness and purity of the water refreshed him. Done washing, he stepped out of the water and
shook himself. Wet, black hair hung over his face. Gohan flashed a big smile at Piccolo. Piccolo couldn't help himself. He smiled back.
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide.
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion and solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here and not be sastified?
"Ah, he is a beautiful boy." Hardly a boy, more like 45 years old, but Piccolo had trouble thinking of him that way. Piccolo had watched Gohan step out under the waterfall and shake himself. The water glistened on his well-muscled shoulders. Piccolo watched one droplet slide down his chest, over a nipple hard from the cold water, past Gohan's tight torso, and down to- Piccolo's eyes flicked away. He turned around in embarrassment. Modesty had never been a problem for Gohan around Piccolo. That wasn't the case with Piccolo, not that he had anything to show anyway.
It was his turn to get clean. Piccolo took off his purple gi and felt cold arms encircle him. "Gasp! Gohan, what are you doing?"
And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard.
I'll take your breath away.
And after I
Wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear.
Gohan was behind Piccolo, hugging him. Gohan's cold, wet chest pressed against Piccolo's warm, sweaty back. Piccolo was very aware of the sensation. The urge to hit him was strong. Gohan pressed a cheek to the back of Piccolo's shoulder. "I miss them so much, Piccolo."
Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed.
Trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.
"I know." He was, of course, talking about his mother and wife, who had passed away in that very same year. Piccolo took one hand of Gohan's and squeezed. He remembered how Gohan had cried in his arms, like an inconsolable child. Gohan sighed into Piccolo's shoulder.
Oh, you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhyme.
My body aches to breathe your breath.
Your words keep me alive.
"No matter what, you've always been there for me, Piccolo. You mean so much to me." While he was saying this, Gohan's fingertips lightly traced Piccolo's torso. His lips trailed over the space between Piccolo's shoulder and neck. "I love you." Gohan whispered, and kissed the base of his neck. Piccolo gasped again. He stood there tense, while Gohan's caresses threw him more and more into confusion. There Piccolo stood, heart thundering, while Gohan sent sensations up and down his spine. He had had enough though, when Gohan gave him a gentle nip on the neck. Piccolo turned around and pushed Gohan away.
And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard.
I'll take your breath away.
And after I
Wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear.
"Gohan, don't! You-" Gohan silenced Piccolo by putting a hand over his mouth.
"Piccolo," he said gently, "I love you and I know you love me. Please, be my lover."
Into this night I wander, it's morning that I dread.
Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread.
"Gohan, this is wrong-"
"No, it's not! There's nothing wrong with love."
"What would the others think?"
Gohan smiled slightly. "You know that doesn't matter."
Oh, into the sea of waking dreams I follow without pride.
Nothing stands between us here and I won't be denied.
Piccolo noticed that the hand he had used to push Gohan away with was still on his shoulder. His green skin contrasted against Gohan's pale shoulder, and yet, somehow looked appropriate. Piccolo's hand ran the length of Gohan's muscular arm until he reached the end, where Gohan took and held his hand. "This feels so good," thought Piccolo. "How can people say that this is wrong?" Piccolo looked away and scowled. "Gohan, this is impossible! You know I'm a Namek." Gohan's eyes widened in surprise, then he started chuckling. Piccolo looked at Gohan angrily. "What's so funny?" Gohan sobered immediately.
"Oh, Piccolo." He kissed the palm of Piccolo's hand. "Nothing is impossible." Gohan reached up and framed Piccolo's face. Underneath thick lashes his eyes looked up at Piccolo as he had done a million times before, ever since he was a child, full of love and adoration. But this time it was different. His dark eyes were tinged with desire, and a need to fufill that hunger. Gohan tenderly drew down Piccolo's head for a kiss. Their lips met, and it was sweet. Gohan brushed away the moisture that had appeared in Piccolo's eyes. "Piccolo, why are you crying?" Gohan asked. "Are you sad?"
Piccolo laughed through his tears. "No, no. I'm not sad. It's just that-oh God, Gohan. You're so beautiful." And so, that is how Piccolo had his first kiss, from the only person he ever truly loved.
And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard.
I'll take your breath away.
And after I
Wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes...
"Possession" by Sarah McLachlan
by animegrrrl
Gohan tore off his sweaty gi and pants. He panted, slightly out of breath. "That was a good session! I haven't trained that hard in a long time." Gohan chuckled and splashed into the
waterfall. Leaning back, he stretched out his arms and let the waterfall rush over him. The coldness and purity of the water refreshed him. Done washing, he stepped out of the water and
shook himself. Wet, black hair hung over his face. Gohan flashed a big smile at Piccolo. Piccolo couldn't help himself. He smiled back.
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide.
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion and solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here and not be sastified?
"Ah, he is a beautiful boy." Hardly a boy, more like 45 years old, but Piccolo had trouble thinking of him that way. Piccolo had watched Gohan step out under the waterfall and shake himself. The water glistened on his well-muscled shoulders. Piccolo watched one droplet slide down his chest, over a nipple hard from the cold water, past Gohan's tight torso, and down to- Piccolo's eyes flicked away. He turned around in embarrassment. Modesty had never been a problem for Gohan around Piccolo. That wasn't the case with Piccolo, not that he had anything to show anyway.
It was his turn to get clean. Piccolo took off his purple gi and felt cold arms encircle him. "Gasp! Gohan, what are you doing?"
And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard.
I'll take your breath away.
And after I
Wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear.
Gohan was behind Piccolo, hugging him. Gohan's cold, wet chest pressed against Piccolo's warm, sweaty back. Piccolo was very aware of the sensation. The urge to hit him was strong. Gohan pressed a cheek to the back of Piccolo's shoulder. "I miss them so much, Piccolo."
Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed.
Trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.
"I know." He was, of course, talking about his mother and wife, who had passed away in that very same year. Piccolo took one hand of Gohan's and squeezed. He remembered how Gohan had cried in his arms, like an inconsolable child. Gohan sighed into Piccolo's shoulder.
Oh, you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhyme.
My body aches to breathe your breath.
Your words keep me alive.
"No matter what, you've always been there for me, Piccolo. You mean so much to me." While he was saying this, Gohan's fingertips lightly traced Piccolo's torso. His lips trailed over the space between Piccolo's shoulder and neck. "I love you." Gohan whispered, and kissed the base of his neck. Piccolo gasped again. He stood there tense, while Gohan's caresses threw him more and more into confusion. There Piccolo stood, heart thundering, while Gohan sent sensations up and down his spine. He had had enough though, when Gohan gave him a gentle nip on the neck. Piccolo turned around and pushed Gohan away.
And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard.
I'll take your breath away.
And after I
Wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear.
"Gohan, don't! You-" Gohan silenced Piccolo by putting a hand over his mouth.
"Piccolo," he said gently, "I love you and I know you love me. Please, be my lover."
Into this night I wander, it's morning that I dread.
Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread.
"Gohan, this is wrong-"
"No, it's not! There's nothing wrong with love."
"What would the others think?"
Gohan smiled slightly. "You know that doesn't matter."
Oh, into the sea of waking dreams I follow without pride.
Nothing stands between us here and I won't be denied.
Piccolo noticed that the hand he had used to push Gohan away with was still on his shoulder. His green skin contrasted against Gohan's pale shoulder, and yet, somehow looked appropriate. Piccolo's hand ran the length of Gohan's muscular arm until he reached the end, where Gohan took and held his hand. "This feels so good," thought Piccolo. "How can people say that this is wrong?" Piccolo looked away and scowled. "Gohan, this is impossible! You know I'm a Namek." Gohan's eyes widened in surprise, then he started chuckling. Piccolo looked at Gohan angrily. "What's so funny?" Gohan sobered immediately.
"Oh, Piccolo." He kissed the palm of Piccolo's hand. "Nothing is impossible." Gohan reached up and framed Piccolo's face. Underneath thick lashes his eyes looked up at Piccolo as he had done a million times before, ever since he was a child, full of love and adoration. But this time it was different. His dark eyes were tinged with desire, and a need to fufill that hunger. Gohan tenderly drew down Piccolo's head for a kiss. Their lips met, and it was sweet. Gohan brushed away the moisture that had appeared in Piccolo's eyes. "Piccolo, why are you crying?" Gohan asked. "Are you sad?"
Piccolo laughed through his tears. "No, no. I'm not sad. It's just that-oh God, Gohan. You're so beautiful." And so, that is how Piccolo had his first kiss, from the only person he ever truly loved.
And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard.
I'll take your breath away.
And after I
Wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes...
"Possession" by Sarah McLachlan