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

(A/N: This little piece of Piccolo citrus is dedicated to all those who think that Piccolo is just as sexy as can be without certain physical...attributes...)

Dragonball Z and it's characters are (c) Akira Toriyama.

Restless

A Dragonball Z Fan-Fiction By

Ami E. Bowen

She had been reading the same paragraph over and over for the last five minutes. Sighing, the woman stood from her twin-sized bed and, holding the paperback in one hand, smoothed her dark hair from her eyes with the other. Glancing about the room, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror hanging upon a wall next to her vanity. She was fair skinned; a light splattering of freckles covered the bridge of her slightly upturned nose. Her lips, thin and smooth and almost always curled upwards at the ends in a ghost of a smile, parted as she grinned at herself in foolishness.

Her body was slender, she weighed less than seventy pounds soaking wet and looked as if a stiff breeze could blow her away. Dressed in a loose-fitting pair of tan shorts and blue tee-shirt, she pulled her long, thick dark brown hair back and, after dropping the book she'd been reading on the bed, secured it to the back of her head with a barrette she'd picked up off her vanity table. That done, she turned from the mirror to open her closet, took out a pair of tennis shoes and slipped them on over her socked feet.

She was restless and pacing her bedroom wasn't going help matters. Not wanting to wake her sleeping parents and knowing that she would be in horrible trouble if they caught her trying to go out at this hour, she pushed the latch on her bedroom window to the side, shoving the window open carefully, mindful of the squeaking metal. Her bedroom was on the ground floor, she could see the backyard a little below her and past that, the long expanse of vast desert she enjoyed wandering in from time to time when life got too hard.

Crawling up onto the windowsill, she felt the cool night breeze caress her cheek and smiled at the bright, star filled sky. A full moon shone down upon the darkened world and she felt that she could see things with more clarity, felt more wonder and more alive at night than she did during the day. It was almost as if her senses slept until the sun went down. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself over the ledge and jumped with practiced ease, landing just below her window near her mother's new herbal garden. She could smell the aroma of the chives mingled with the other, more subtle scents of the night world around her.

Walking around the backyard to the opening in the gate, she slipped through on silent feet and made her way towards the desert beyond, enjoying the way the sand felt under her feet, watching and listening to all the sounds and sights about her as the night-living creatures went about their nightly activities, disturbed for a just a moment by her presence and then disregarding it and her as trivial when she made no threatening actions. She merely wished to observe and listen, not to harm. She brushed by a cactus and the sharp needles pricked the back of her hand. She pulled her hand away to see a droplet of blood forming on the skin just below her knuckles.

Sucking on the blood, she looked around and noticed something she'd never seen before. There was a rock formation a few miles away from the look of it. She'd seen it before of course, just not from the angle she was currently standing. What she never noticed before was the dark aperture that appeared in it's side. From the distance she couldn't really tell if it were a cave of some sort or just a trick of the moonlight.

After a moment's indecision, she decided to go investigate. It took her a while to get to the rocks, the sandy ground making travel on foot difficult to say the least. A few times she'd scared slumbering lizards that'd scuttled out of her way in fear. She was thankful not to have come across any serpents, but knew that they would have been slow in the coolness of the night. At last, she stood outside the darkness of the cave, and it was, indeed a cave, interior, wondering if she should venture inside or just head on back to her house and go to bed like a good girl.

Damn it, I'm going to be 18 tomorrow! She thought to herself, taking a step towards the cave, It's time I stopped behaving like a scared little kid!

Digging her hands into the pockets of her shorts, she withdrew a simple black lighter she carried for just such an occasion, since she didn't smoke, and flicked it so that it's flame lit up her face. Holding a hand cupped over the flickering light to keep it from going out, she took a step and another through the opening, curiosity becoming a greater master over her emotions at the moment than uncertainty and fear. She paused fore a moment, hearing something, her body tense as the hand which held the light trembled a bit.

As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, the shapes about the cave's interior came into focus. She noticed an unused torch hanging in the cave wall and approached it. Having tired of holding the lighter she presented it's flame to the torch and smiled as it lit up the inside of the cave and a portion of the area just outside of it as well. Turning from the new source of light, she was not prepared for what greeted her.

She looked into the ebony eyes of the most...beautiful...there really wasn't any other word to describe him...being she'd ever encountered. He stared unblinking at her from his position on the floor of the cave, crossed-legged and seemingly at peace but for the downward curve of his mouth and the slight flickering of his dark eyes.

With a fast glance she took in the emerald hue of his skin, the ribbed pink patches of his arms and shoulders, His pointed ears, the antenna dangling over his face and casting a shadow over his visage, the dark purple clothing and, behind him, what looked like billowing white clothing of some type, which had been removed and sat waiting on the cave floor behind him. His hands were folded in his lap and she noticed that his fingers were long and supple, graceful looking.

He was like no one she'd ever seen in her entire life and just by that uniqueness alone he was breathtaking to her. She fought an almost overpowering urge to reach out and see what texture the skin of his cheek would be. She nearly had to still her fingers from stretching forward. He watched her in silent as she agonized over what to do. She knew she should leave. She really shouldn't be here. She was trespassing as it was.

But she couldn't seem to make her feet go the way of her mind. She simply stood there, drinking in the sight of him as he watched her, both seeming to be taking the other's measure, wordlessly, one with rising fear and hesitation and the other with a mixture of annoyance and mild curiosity. Before she could stop herself, she dropped to her knees and scooted closer, cursing herself for her foolishness, but not being able to stop herself once her body was in action, she reached out and gently, cautiously, ran her fingers down the side of his cheek.

He jerked away from her touch as if it burned and growled at her through clenched teeth. She could see the whiteness of his teeth, his sharp fangs, bright against the dark contrast of his skin. Pulling her hand away she leaned back and whispered, for the first time finding her voice since she'd entered the cave and found him there; "I...I'm sorry...I don't know why I just did that..."

She started to get to her feet, thinking that he wanted to be left alone, especially if the reaction to her innocent touch was any indication. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his strong, calloused grip wrap about her wrist. Looking up she saw him staring at her. She looked down at the hand that held her wrist questioningly and he said, his voice a rumble in his chest, "Why are you here?"

She sank back down, looking at her hands and the arm still held by his hand, the pressure of his grip was tight but not painful. "I don't know," She answered truthfully, "I saw your cave and decided to investigate..."

"What...what year is it?" He asked her, absently rubbing his thumb over the top of her wrist, causing her to catch her breath. He didn't seem at all aware of what his action was doing to her however, "Can you tell me?"

She gave the date, her voice a whisper, adding; "I should go..."

~*~*~

It had been three years, Piccolo realized as the woman who'd stumbled across his shelter trembled. Fear and something he couldn't quite describe issued from her slight form as she tried to pull her hand from his. She had been the one to intrude on him, not the other way around, he thought, it was only fair that she suffer a little.

Holding her by her slender, birdlike wrist, he knew that he merely had to put a bit more pressure on her wrist for the bones to be crushed. Yet, it wasn't his way to hurt defenseless creatures. He looked into her eyes, noticing the dark blue shade for the first time, and saw something in their depths he'd not noticed before. She looked at him in fear, that was apparent and to be expected. But, he saw something more, something barely hidden beneath that fear. Did she look at him in admiration...and...desire?

Yes, definitely desire, he decided as her tongue darted out to wet suddenly overdry lips. She fidgeted in place and looked everywhere but at him. Clearly, she was uncomfortable with her feelings, he noticed. But he caught her glancing at him from the corners of her eyes, trying not be noticed, stealing looks at him as if she wanted to touch and taste but couldn't bring herself to do just that.

Human females are a strange breed, he thought, before releasing her wrist and unfolding his legs so that they stretched out, long and muscular, on the floor before him. He leaned back against the heals of his hands, regarding her with slightly parted lids, his antenna jiggled with his movement. "You may leave if you like," He said, "I've released your wrist."

~*~*~

She looked down at her now-freed hand and towards the exit, chewing her lip, debating weither she should just take off. Instead, almost of their own accord, her eyes drew back to his. She drew her gaze down the expanse of his hard-carved body, watching his chest rise and fall with his steady breathing as he waited for what her decision would be. At last he said, so softly that she had to strain to hear, "If you like what you see, and clearly you do, why do you take a closer look. Go on," He added when she hesitated, eyes wide, "Satisfy your curiosity."

Not knowing why she was doing this, she'd never been a take-charge sort of girl, she leaned forward. He pulled himself into a kneeling position and felt her hands touching the backs of his, lightly, as if she wasn't sure he wouldn't jerk away from her touch. He remained perfectly still, watching her, as she gently traced her fingers along his wrists, arms and finally to his shoulders. Dipping her fingers into the hollow of his throat, she touched his chin and cupped his head between her palms.

She was suddenly overcome with the desire to know how he tasted. His skin felt like smooth leather, hard and soft all at the same time. She brought her face close to his and breathed in his scent. It was like a mixture of sand, water and something she could quite name. All of it swirled about her like a delicate bouquet, in perfect harmony. She turned his face and he allowed this, as curious as she was as to what would happen next, though he'd never admit it. Snaking her tongue out a little ways, she tasted the area of skin were his ear met the flesh of his cheek and felt him stiffen a bit.

Oh, so you like this, do you? She thought, smiling softly against his skin. She twirled her tongue about the entrance to his ear canal and a low rumbling was her only response. Still wanting to taste his warm, salty, desert-scented skin, she trailed her mouth along his cheek, upwards to gently nip and lick at the tip of one of his pointed ears. A soft moan escaped his lips as she leaned against him, her hands upon his large shoulders, her mouth against his ear. He could feel her breath upon his skin and it sent shivers down his spine.

She moved her lips from his ear tip, moving slightly and caressed his nearest antenna with the point of her tongue, savoring his reaction as she took the appendage into her mouth and suckled lightly. Much to her surprise, his antenna felt like flexible cartilage. She could feel his heart pounding against her as she worked her mouth against him, his breathing quickened and she felt his hands drifting upwards across the small of her back, drawing her closer to his suddenly trembling form.

Smiling, she let him go and lowered her mouth to his, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that took his breath away as much as it did her's. Relishing the feel of his tongue, like wet velvet inside her mouth, she traced small circles about the insides of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth, sighing into him. As she kissed him, her hands moved from his shoulders, drifting lower, exploring, caressing the hard muscles of his chest, delighting in the texture of his flesh as she dipped her hands between the collar of his gi top.

Piccolo felt the girl's excitement. It was apparent in the way her heart sped up, the shallowness of her breathing as she broke the kiss and paused for a few moments, her lips inches from his, touching yet not touching. Most of all it was clear in her eyes, heavy lidded and murky with passion. She licked her lips and her tongue touched his own softly, almost by accident. He did not know why, but seeing and feeling her thus fueled something inside himself, something he never thought to experience and frankly, it frightened the powerful namekian warrior.

Yet...yet, as she brought her hands down to tug his shirt from his sash, running her small hands in feathery, torturous circles about his constricting stomach muscles, he found that he did not wish her to stop her explorations. He felt his eyes drifting shut as, almost unwillingly, a sound like a cross between a sigh and a moan emanated from between his parted lips. Taking the same path as her hands, she kissed the flesh of his collarbone, nipping lightly with her teeth, licking the saltiness of his skin, lower she brought her face, tasting his flesh with small, soft, almost timid licks. She followed the depressions and angles of his muscles, butterfly kissing and sampling as she went.

"Wait." Piccolo whispered, his voice rough, as though he couldn't bring himself to speak any louder. He stilled her journey over his body by lifting her head with a bent finger under her chin, "There is something...something you don't know about me..."

She looked in confusion at him, her mouth swollen from their previous embrace, parted slightly as she breathed. He could feel the warmth of her breath against the flesh of his stomach as she waited for him to explain what he meant. All she wanted to do was continue devouring him. She felt like a hungry wolf presented with a freshly slaughtered lamb. It was all she could do to control herself. Frankly, her emotions frightened her.

"I know all I need to know." She said, he found he enjoyed the way her voice vibrated through his body when she spoke as she leaned against him. Instead of answering, he allowed her to continue her wandering journey over his body as if she'd never been interrupted. As her hands tugged at the sash about his waist, he knew that she would discover, soon enough, for herself, that she did not, indeed, know all she needed to know. He nearly chuckled at her look of bewilderment when she curved her questing fingers past the waistband of his pants.

"You...you don't have...have..." She faltered, the freckles across her nose warming as she flushed crimson, "Wha...what kind of creature are...are you?"

"I'm a namek," Piccolo said, and moved so that he was leaning backwards against the cave wall and she now sat, straddling his chest, her weight too insubstantial to be noticeable. "We aren't born with...the same...equipment as the males of other species."

"Oh..." She chewed her lip, seeming lost in thought, a look of disappointment flashing across her face, which she quickly tried to disguise, "Oh..."

"It doesn't matter," He said, reaching up to gently brush the hair from her face, Her barrette had fallen out, but she didn't seem to notice, "You humans put way too much stock in that appendage as it is. There are other ways of creating and sharing pleasure."

Abruptly, he flipped her over so that she was pinned beneath him. The startled look in his eyes told her he'd caught her off-guard and leaned down to smooth the alarmed look from her eyes. Crushing his mouth upon her's, his tongue pushed gently, almost as though asking permission, at her teeth. Gaining entrance between them, he toyed with her tongue for a bit, delighting in the way she sighed and breathed into his mouth. He could not describe how she tasted, having never known food, but her mouth and lips and tongue all brought forth images of a cool lake after the warm desert sun, refreshing and generous all at once.

He heard and felt her whimper as he began to explore her own body in much the same way as she had his. He pulled gently at her chin, not too hard, with his teeth, and allowed his strong hands to trace, gently, down the sides of her neck to her collarbone and lower, following with his lips and tongue. Her skin was warm, slightly damp and seemed to him as delicate and soft as the petals of a desert bloom. He found he enjoyed the way she groaned under her breath when he touched the sides of her breasts with his hands, pushing the material of her shirt upwards as he did so.

Piccolo could feel her heart beneath her breast, beating fast beneath his fingers as she arched automatically into his palm as he made lazy circles over first once hardened nipple through the fabric of her bra, and then the other. She cried out in shock when he lowered his head and took the offending clothe between his teeth and ripped it away so that it fell, torn, from her in the center, exposing her aching breasts to his perusal and touch. Her shirt bunched up under her throat, her bra hanging in two pieces under her arms, her head jutted backwards as she felt his mouth upon one of her hypersensitive nipples, tweaking and biting gently and bringing forth soft cries from deep in her throat.

Her hands fluttered above his head, as though unsure what they should be doing. She brought them down to gently caress and fondle the tips of his ears, rubbing the backs of them with tiny touches that made him tense and growl against her skin. When her fingers began to move from his ears to his twitching antenna, she began to run her fingers up and down the vulnerable stalks. His breathing increased with the trembling of his antenna and she realized that there was a kind of rumbling, purring sound coming from him as he bit into the soft flesh of her breast a little harder than he'd intended.

After a few moments, he shook himself from her light grip and she felt his fingers touching the undersides of her breasts, smoothing along the sides of her torso, making their way across her ticklish stomach. She gasped as his hands delicately moved across her stomach, making him pause for a moment to look at her, afraid he'd offended or even harmed her. She opened her eyes a crack and smiled at him. "That tickled."

"Is that all?" He asked chuckling, as his hands began to roam over her legs. She bit her lip as she felt him caressing the inside of one of her thighs, bringing his fingers between the fabric of her shorts and her skin, brushing against the hem of her underwear teasingly. Finding her reactions to his expedition amusing, he dipped a finger beneath the fabric and felt her shiver as he touched the soft curling hairs of her womanly place.

He removed his hand from the hem of her shorts and began to undo the button holding the clothing secure about her waist. She helped him by lifting her hips when he moved to lower the garment down, over her hips and legs. She kicked it off her ankles and did not seem to care where it landed. Using his mouth and tongue, he continued where he left off, trailing delicately across her stomach. He took the band of her panties between his teeth, tugging at it gently as he looked up at her.

It was almost too much for her. She could feel his weight pressing down on her, strong, solid, yet not so much as to be crushing, even though she knew he could press the life out of her had he wanted. Her head thrown back, she couldn't help the soft whimpers coming from her throat when they became loud cries of garbled words, half-pleading, half-demanding that he stop teasing her.

"What would you like me to do?" He asked her, and she wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a hint of mischievousness in his tone.

He'd paused with his hands upon her thighs, his face inches from her most private area, through the thin clothe of her undergarment she could feel his breath, hot, against her. Instead of speaking, she bucked her hips upwards in a wordless exclamation of her need. He moved away from her and repeated his question, waiting for her to get her bearings in order to answer him. To give her more incentive, he moved the waistband down a bit and traced the outline of her womanhood with his one finger, not quite parting the delicate folds, but enough to make her whine in frustration and tense her body.

"I won't know what you want unless you talk to me, girl." He said, still slowly caressing her most sensitive flesh, torturing her with his movements, "So talk."

"I...I..." She gasped, trying to speak, but it was difficult, so very difficult, and he wasn't making it any easier with his teasing, "Don't...don't want you to stop..."

"Stop what?" He asked, playing the innocent. Of course he knew how a human female gained the most pleasure, he wasn't as naive as some make him out to be. He'd once walked in on Vegeta watching one of those porn flicks and had stayed to watch the rest with him. At the time, however, he'd given the excuse that he wanted to train with someone and was merely waiting for Trunks and Goten to get back from where ever they had gone. But, curiosity had gotten the better of him and he'd stayed and watched to sate that more than anything.

"You...know exactly what!" She cried, suddenly angry that he would play with her like this, "Please, just...just stop teasing me..."

"So impatient..." He said, yet as he yanked the article of clothing downwards she felt the cool night breeze from the cave's entrance trickling across her bare skin. From the flickering candlelight overhead, she saw his features as he leaned over her, stark and more than a little chilling. As he smiled, she saw his fangs glistening in the dim light and had flashes of demonic beings rising up to capture her soul as she shivered in peril. The moment passed, like lightning, swift and suddenly, and she felt his hand toying near the orifice of her womanhood, shoving all other thoughts from her overheated brain.

As he watched her squirm beneath his touch, Piccolo couldn't help feeling a thrill of exhilaration and approval that he was able to bring her such pleasure with a few simple caresses. Parting the folds of her sex, he could feel how very warm and damp she was, she arched her hips and cried out as he moved to push a few fingers inside of her, the tightness of her squeezing all around his questing digits, her juices lubricating the passage. Curious, Piccolo brought his hand away from her succulence and held them to his nose, taking in the clover-hinted scent of her lust.

In the back of her mind, the very back of her mind she became aware of the light from the candle growing dimmer as the night slowly gave way to morning and wondered if she'd get back in time to sneak back in before her parents awoke. Even as today was her eighteenth birthday, she still did not wish a confrontation with her parents. She smiled to herself as she felt his hands upon her chest, caressing and molding her breasts against his hands, his breath hot on her lower stomach as he licked at her navel with something akin to inquisitiveness. Today was her birthday. What a way to celebrate.

"Why are you smiling?" He stopped, leaning on his hands to look over her, "Do you find what I'm doing to you amusing?"

"No...I mean...I like it, of course..." She said, frustrated that he'd once again stopped to ask her a question. Couldn't he see how much she wanted him?! Did he enjoy watching her suffer?! "I was thinking that it's my birthday today....I noticed it was growing light out..."

"Oh," He said, shaking his head so that his antenna quivered slightly with the motion, "Is that all?"

"Mmm..." She murmured as she reached up to run her hands down his shoulders, arms, and back up, enjoying the play of muscles under his skin. She lifted her head to tease the tip of one of his antenna with her teeth. He stopped her movements by taking a hold her hands and pressing them down against her sides, growling; "Hold still." She had no choice, she couldn't move an inch when he held her down in such a way. The feeling of being overpowered caused her breath to catch and her heart to pound. Yet it wasn't an altogether unpleasant sensation. No, she found that being thus increased her arousal tenfold and she felt herself growing even more drenched betwixt her legs than she'd been before.

Smelling her anticipation, Piccolo, still holding her arms down in such a way that she could not escape had she wanted to, slid along down her body until he came to rest at the apex of her thighs, at a soft hiss from between her teeth, he lowered his head, taking in her musky womanly scent and using his head to pry her legs open a bit wider. She moaned words that had no meaning as he tasted the brackish flavor of her, feeling her heart beating against his tongue as he found her most sensitive spot and began to tease and taunt her with tormentingly slow flicks across the hardened nub.

"What are you...?" She started, groaned, raising her hips upward involuntarily to force his mouth closer to her flesh, "...doing...to me?....Oh!..."

He ignored her, being too occupied at the moment to engage in any type of conversation, he instead proceed to insert a finger into her tautness, shoving in and out of her dampness in time to the stroking of his tongue. She bit her bottom lip so hard blood trickled down her chin, but she could feel nothing but the sweet agony between her thighs as a sensation like an electric current rode up her spine and began to build, like a storm, starting at the exact point on her body his mouth was so enthusiastically lapping at.

Piccolo could smell, as well as feel, the change in her body as he continued to nibble, gently, her most responsive area. Following the directions of her body, the sighs and cries from between her parted lips and the look in her rolled back eyes as she shifted beneath him, he increased his movements and almost pulled away in shock when he felt the walls of her womanly place constrict about his finger and flood his hand and mouth with more of her scorching fluids.

She felt herself growing closer and closer. She was almost ready for it when it happened. But the impact of her climax hit her so suddenly, so...fiercely, that she did not how to react and so just allowed it to take complete control of her, as the powerful namek still tasting her moistness had done so completely. The storm that had been gathering erupted in all directions throughout her body, coursing lightning-bolts down her arms and legs and the pit of her stomach. Stars and moons and whole planets exploded behind her eyes as she fought to keep herself above the surface, drowning in an ocean of sensation.

He felt her convulse and begin to shake almost violently, he held her as she crested, a little bit afraid he'd damaged her somehow as she gasped, sobbing and finally grew still once more. The slight upward curve to her lips put his fears aside and he pulled himself upwards to look down into her flushed features, waiting for her to recover. At last, when he felt her heart starting to return to it's normal rhythm and her eyes slowly lost their glazed expression, he moved away from her and she sat up slowly, taking a deep breath and looking down at her hands, suddenly shy.

"I...I should be going..." She said, not looking at him. She still tingled from his ministrations, she wasn't sure she'd be able to walk just yet, "My parents...will be worried..."

He didn't answer and when she ventured to look over at him she noticed the was once more dressed as she'd seen him when she'd first entered the cave, sitting back with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. It was as if he were dismissing her. Sighing, she pulled the tattered remnants of her bra as together as she could, fixed her shirt and found her shorts. Slipping them back on she crawled out of the cave and blinked into the morning sunlight, holding a hand over her eyes to shield them.

As she began to walk home a voice entered her mind, unbidden and completely unexpected. So much so that she nearly stumbled over a sleeping lizard; ** Happy birthday. ** Smiling, she somehow found her way home.

~ End ~