Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo the virgin! ❯ The Namek and his meditation ( Chapter 1 )
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By: bluebanany 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 472 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.17.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 472 | Status: Work In Progress
Piccolo the Virgin!
Summary: Piccolo discovers a little red-haired surprise next to his cave. A female non the less!
Our fav Namek finds himself aroused and self conscious. Poor Picci is clueless in the sex department...Lemons lemons and lemons in later chapters!
I own nothing. I wish I owned a chocolate bar.
Chapter 1 - the Namek and his reflections
Deep down in a very green forest with very green trees, a very green Namek was meditating. It was a morning like all mornings for Piccolo. He had drunk his usual water from a slender stream that was curling up his way and ended in a sparkling waterfall. And now he was indulging himself in his daily meditation. Yes. Piccolo's life wasn't very turbulent at the moment. An occasional spar with a demi saiyin going through puberty only broke his routine of drinking water, meditating, his after noon training with himself and sleeping in his cave. The Namek liked his uncomplicated life in this serene and natural environment.
In his life he had been demonic and heroic. He had been often injured and he had been often healed. He had faced battle and he had faced peace. But there was one thing that was constant in his almost immortal life; loneliness. The Namekian people are originally a peaceful and social race, but Piccolo told himself that he was better off alone. The only people who had been around him ever so often annoyed him too no end. Humans were incompetent, unintelligent and suffered from severe physical weakness. Although there were some things that fascinated him about these ignorant beings; their fixation on their emotions. Humans used them as navigators in their lives. Their irrational feelings conquered their rational thoughts and betrayed their own human self with illogic and sometimes damaging decisions.
Piccolo felt far superior in this matter while his thoughts wandered off from his meditation while he was hovering above the ground. He acted on his mind and not his heart and that was the best way he knew to deal with situations.
Although he believed that he was shut out of some things he thought could be good...it was the feeling of being loved and to love someone. He'd experienced a slight encounter involving a tiny spark of this particular feeling. While he had been training Gohan to prepare him for the battle against Vegeta and Nappa he had formed a thing resembling friendship with the young boy. At times he could still notice this awkward but also slightly relaxing bond between them. It somewhat felt good that someone noticed him and payed him some attention.
Apart from his former pupil, he had never experienced any kind of attachment to anyone. It was just not meant to be for him. He had to be strong and rational. This was how he wanted to be. This was beneficial during battles. Things wouldn't be that simple anymore if he was chasing absurd desires which were fueled by equally absurd emotions. His small attachment to Gohan had all ready confused him to no end.
He smacked himself mentally for drifting off in his thoughts during his mental training. He was debating these thoughts to himself quit often lately. However, his trail of thoughts picked up where he had left them. He doesn't even have a chance to build a friendship or some sort. People in general were scared of him. Since important battles against aliens had occurred, his photo had been across a lot of newspapers among other Z fighters. When he was in public people now almost tolerated him. They knew this green, big, alien, monster had protected their planet. Although they still feared him. A sadistic smile tugged at his jade lips. They should fear him.
This familiar feeling of power and control were remains of his malice days in the past. He recognized this negative emotion and tried to put himself back in line. He embraced indifference. He cherished this state of mind that lacked all feelings and emotions. The green alien was comfortable like this.
These inner arguments disturbed his normally solid concentration during meditation. His eyes fluttered abruptly open. He shook all the unwanted thoughts off his mind and tried to indulge himself in the vastness of his mind again. He re-folded his legs beneath him and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes before he exhaled. The Namek positioned himself on the ground, and sat there. Unmoving like a statue.
As on cue, a rustling bush next to him decided to disturb his concentration. Piccolo succeeded to push away his annoyance. The noisy bush did not give up and decided to irritate the moody Namek again by shaking violently. The Namek scowled and looked angry to the intruder of his mind. But quickly a soft whimper changed his expression into curiosity. He headed to his unwanted mind invader and quickly eyed the bush before pulling away twigs and leaves. Right in front of him lay a battered and bruised...girl. Very small and very unconscious.
What the hell?!
Piccolo pondered what to do. Would he help her? What would happen if he helped her? It would disturb his normally routine. Maybe she could be a temporary distraction from these thoughts he was having lately. How did she manage to move in her unconscious state? He looked intensely at her, trying to absorb useful information about her current state. She was halfway curled up in a ball and had only a few large shreds - probably ripped cloths -covering her body. He could tell that she had dark red hair from the only few hair strands that weren't covered in blood. Cuts and bruises were scattered over her entire body. He sensed that her ki was faint. The Demon King lifted her small form in his arms and carried her effortlessly to the nearby stream.
He gently landed her close to the water and cupped his hands to throw water on the still form to wash away the color of red and brown she was covered with. When she was somewhat clean he scanned her body again. There were fresh and old wounds flawing her skin. Her face was blue and puffy from the bruises. He then turned her on her stomach so he could look at a still bleeding shoulder blade. He could make out a few cuts that must have been inflicted with a knife or broken glass of some sort. He ripped off a few shreds of his cape and started to clean her wounds. He had never been this close to a human body before. He felt awkward cleaning the large gash at her inner thigh. He didn't know much about human values, but he did know that this was a private spot. He had learned this by observing human clothing. The most private parts were always covered with fabric. He vaguely hoped she wouldn't wake up while he was cleaning her.
Meanwhile he studied the female anatomy. He had teared off the few shreds of cloth and now looked at an uncovered rear. It was round and undulating. Probably a little bigger then the buttocks of a human male. She would probably need a lot of stitches on her shoulder the fascinated Namek concluded after he had cleaned her back, behind and legs.
That trick Goku taught him came in handy. He instant transmissioned himself to Gohan's room. The scene that was then displayed before his wide eyes shocked him utterly. A half naked dark-haired familiar girl lay on the floor with Gohan on top of her covering her revealed breasts with his own almost naked body. Piccolo felt uneasy as Gohan screamed his name in surprise and the girl turned crimson red and had a shocked expression on her face.. He quickly materialized himself downstairs. He had caught them engaging sex. Another topic Piccolo had been thinking about lately. He had never understood the human mating thing. He wasn't even sure if he was capable of doing it himself. However, he do realized he had been exposed to a very private ...thing... between his former pupil and that female. Gohan rushed down the stairs while buttoning his pants.
'Why have you come by, Piccolo?' the demi saiyin smiled to hide his embarrassment.
'I want a thread, a needle, some bandages, some small cloths and a blanket. Piccolo ordered gruffly which was his way to hide his uneasiness.
Gohan's face looked a little confused after he heard his former Sensei. He couldn't suppress his curiousness. 'What a list! What for?!'
'That's none of your business. Now hand it to me immediately!' The green Namek was getting already impatient with his former pupil.
'All right, all right. Geez.' Gohan started looking through cabinets and rooms and eventually handed the Namek what he needed.
'Here Piccolo. I will soon come by to spar!' Gohan tried to avoid a comment or a question of what he had been doing with his girlfriend in his bedroom while his mother was doing the groceries.
Piccolo already enjoyed the comment he was going to make and smirked.
'If you're not too busy on the floor' The sadistic Demon King waited another second to see Gohan's dumbfounded and embarrassed expression before he materialized to his cave again.
He sat next to this new creature he had found and started to stitch her shoulder and her thigh. When he had plastered on some sticky bandages he slowly turned her on her back. She lay for him completely naked. The green alien had known that there was a difference between human genders. Piccolo had never seen breasts before and studied them for a second before ripping off some more cloths from his cape. While he tended the wounds on her front he concluded that human females looked a lot different than males. And then there was also a vagina...
Piccolo sighed heavily. This was all too much for him today...
Well, how do you like my very first chapter? Constructive criticism is welcome! This is my first story ever, and I hope you like it. I'm still a bit insecure about th English language (I'm Dutch ;) ). I'll be looking forward to some reviews! C ya! ^_~
Summary: Piccolo discovers a little red-haired surprise next to his cave. A female non the less!
Our fav Namek finds himself aroused and self conscious. Poor Picci is clueless in the sex department...Lemons lemons and lemons in later chapters!
I own nothing. I wish I owned a chocolate bar.
Chapter 1 - the Namek and his reflections
Deep down in a very green forest with very green trees, a very green Namek was meditating. It was a morning like all mornings for Piccolo. He had drunk his usual water from a slender stream that was curling up his way and ended in a sparkling waterfall. And now he was indulging himself in his daily meditation. Yes. Piccolo's life wasn't very turbulent at the moment. An occasional spar with a demi saiyin going through puberty only broke his routine of drinking water, meditating, his after noon training with himself and sleeping in his cave. The Namek liked his uncomplicated life in this serene and natural environment.
In his life he had been demonic and heroic. He had been often injured and he had been often healed. He had faced battle and he had faced peace. But there was one thing that was constant in his almost immortal life; loneliness. The Namekian people are originally a peaceful and social race, but Piccolo told himself that he was better off alone. The only people who had been around him ever so often annoyed him too no end. Humans were incompetent, unintelligent and suffered from severe physical weakness. Although there were some things that fascinated him about these ignorant beings; their fixation on their emotions. Humans used them as navigators in their lives. Their irrational feelings conquered their rational thoughts and betrayed their own human self with illogic and sometimes damaging decisions.
Piccolo felt far superior in this matter while his thoughts wandered off from his meditation while he was hovering above the ground. He acted on his mind and not his heart and that was the best way he knew to deal with situations.
Although he believed that he was shut out of some things he thought could be good...it was the feeling of being loved and to love someone. He'd experienced a slight encounter involving a tiny spark of this particular feeling. While he had been training Gohan to prepare him for the battle against Vegeta and Nappa he had formed a thing resembling friendship with the young boy. At times he could still notice this awkward but also slightly relaxing bond between them. It somewhat felt good that someone noticed him and payed him some attention.
Apart from his former pupil, he had never experienced any kind of attachment to anyone. It was just not meant to be for him. He had to be strong and rational. This was how he wanted to be. This was beneficial during battles. Things wouldn't be that simple anymore if he was chasing absurd desires which were fueled by equally absurd emotions. His small attachment to Gohan had all ready confused him to no end.
He smacked himself mentally for drifting off in his thoughts during his mental training. He was debating these thoughts to himself quit often lately. However, his trail of thoughts picked up where he had left them. He doesn't even have a chance to build a friendship or some sort. People in general were scared of him. Since important battles against aliens had occurred, his photo had been across a lot of newspapers among other Z fighters. When he was in public people now almost tolerated him. They knew this green, big, alien, monster had protected their planet. Although they still feared him. A sadistic smile tugged at his jade lips. They should fear him.
This familiar feeling of power and control were remains of his malice days in the past. He recognized this negative emotion and tried to put himself back in line. He embraced indifference. He cherished this state of mind that lacked all feelings and emotions. The green alien was comfortable like this.
These inner arguments disturbed his normally solid concentration during meditation. His eyes fluttered abruptly open. He shook all the unwanted thoughts off his mind and tried to indulge himself in the vastness of his mind again. He re-folded his legs beneath him and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes before he exhaled. The Namek positioned himself on the ground, and sat there. Unmoving like a statue.
As on cue, a rustling bush next to him decided to disturb his concentration. Piccolo succeeded to push away his annoyance. The noisy bush did not give up and decided to irritate the moody Namek again by shaking violently. The Namek scowled and looked angry to the intruder of his mind. But quickly a soft whimper changed his expression into curiosity. He headed to his unwanted mind invader and quickly eyed the bush before pulling away twigs and leaves. Right in front of him lay a battered and bruised...girl. Very small and very unconscious.
What the hell?!
Piccolo pondered what to do. Would he help her? What would happen if he helped her? It would disturb his normally routine. Maybe she could be a temporary distraction from these thoughts he was having lately. How did she manage to move in her unconscious state? He looked intensely at her, trying to absorb useful information about her current state. She was halfway curled up in a ball and had only a few large shreds - probably ripped cloths -covering her body. He could tell that she had dark red hair from the only few hair strands that weren't covered in blood. Cuts and bruises were scattered over her entire body. He sensed that her ki was faint. The Demon King lifted her small form in his arms and carried her effortlessly to the nearby stream.
He gently landed her close to the water and cupped his hands to throw water on the still form to wash away the color of red and brown she was covered with. When she was somewhat clean he scanned her body again. There were fresh and old wounds flawing her skin. Her face was blue and puffy from the bruises. He then turned her on her stomach so he could look at a still bleeding shoulder blade. He could make out a few cuts that must have been inflicted with a knife or broken glass of some sort. He ripped off a few shreds of his cape and started to clean her wounds. He had never been this close to a human body before. He felt awkward cleaning the large gash at her inner thigh. He didn't know much about human values, but he did know that this was a private spot. He had learned this by observing human clothing. The most private parts were always covered with fabric. He vaguely hoped she wouldn't wake up while he was cleaning her.
Meanwhile he studied the female anatomy. He had teared off the few shreds of cloth and now looked at an uncovered rear. It was round and undulating. Probably a little bigger then the buttocks of a human male. She would probably need a lot of stitches on her shoulder the fascinated Namek concluded after he had cleaned her back, behind and legs.
That trick Goku taught him came in handy. He instant transmissioned himself to Gohan's room. The scene that was then displayed before his wide eyes shocked him utterly. A half naked dark-haired familiar girl lay on the floor with Gohan on top of her covering her revealed breasts with his own almost naked body. Piccolo felt uneasy as Gohan screamed his name in surprise and the girl turned crimson red and had a shocked expression on her face.. He quickly materialized himself downstairs. He had caught them engaging sex. Another topic Piccolo had been thinking about lately. He had never understood the human mating thing. He wasn't even sure if he was capable of doing it himself. However, he do realized he had been exposed to a very private ...thing... between his former pupil and that female. Gohan rushed down the stairs while buttoning his pants.
'Why have you come by, Piccolo?' the demi saiyin smiled to hide his embarrassment.
'I want a thread, a needle, some bandages, some small cloths and a blanket. Piccolo ordered gruffly which was his way to hide his uneasiness.
Gohan's face looked a little confused after he heard his former Sensei. He couldn't suppress his curiousness. 'What a list! What for?!'
'That's none of your business. Now hand it to me immediately!' The green Namek was getting already impatient with his former pupil.
'All right, all right. Geez.' Gohan started looking through cabinets and rooms and eventually handed the Namek what he needed.
'Here Piccolo. I will soon come by to spar!' Gohan tried to avoid a comment or a question of what he had been doing with his girlfriend in his bedroom while his mother was doing the groceries.
Piccolo already enjoyed the comment he was going to make and smirked.
'If you're not too busy on the floor' The sadistic Demon King waited another second to see Gohan's dumbfounded and embarrassed expression before he materialized to his cave again.
He sat next to this new creature he had found and started to stitch her shoulder and her thigh. When he had plastered on some sticky bandages he slowly turned her on her back. She lay for him completely naked. The green alien had known that there was a difference between human genders. Piccolo had never seen breasts before and studied them for a second before ripping off some more cloths from his cape. While he tended the wounds on her front he concluded that human females looked a lot different than males. And then there was also a vagina...
Piccolo sighed heavily. This was all too much for him today...
Well, how do you like my very first chapter? Constructive criticism is welcome! This is my first story ever, and I hope you like it. I'm still a bit insecure about th English language (I'm Dutch ;) ). I'll be looking forward to some reviews! C ya! ^_~