Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 16 )

They had been training for only a few hours, Tori was attacking with full force and the anger flashing in her eyes could almost be felt. She narrowed her eyes and came at him again. Piccolo defended himself easily enough. She was still very young and had much to learn, but he did not like that look in her eyes…especially not when it was directed at him!

"Tori…" He said, as she stood panting before him, her hair mussed and her gi ripped, her blue eyes shooting sparks, nearly literally! "Take a break. Calm yourself."

She glared at him for a moment, turned and strode away.

Damn. He cursed to himself. He knew exactly why she was so upset and could he really, in all honesty, blame her? No, he shook his head, his cape fluttering behind him in the slight breeze, I can't blame her at all. But I can get her to forgive me. At least I can try.

One of the things Tori had trouble with was facing her own feelings, oh, anger and rage felt good…at times…were easy to have and to show. She didn't feel shamed or embarraced those feelings. It was those other feelings which she did not understand how to handle and so she'd done the only thing she knew how, fell back on anger and than ran away!

He knows why I'd be so angry…She said to herself as she picked grass off her gi, But he doesn't know that I forgave him already…why did I have to act like I hated him? She had thought she hated him, for a while after what Bulma had told her about the dragonballs sunk in. But, she knew that wasn't true. She could never hate him. Something hard and hurtful filled her chest, making it difficult to breath as her stomach made those little fluttery motions she'd become a bit familiar with.

She still couldn't believe that she was going to get her family back. If what Bulma told her was true. She still had a hard time taking in and understanding that a few balls would be able to bring her family back from the dead.

"It's not the balls, Tori," Bulma had told her, "It's the dragon who will grant the wish…"

A dragon, eh? She looked around and had to seriously ask herself if it were she who were insane or they? She sighed deeply. No matter. If Bulma wanted to try this dragonballs things she was more than welcome to. Besides, Tori thought, for all she knew, it might just work. For all she knew.

She's not gone far, he could still feel her very close by, a jumble of mixed feelings; anger, confusion, disbelief, a tiny bit of…yes, joy. He followed his senses until he found her, standing behind the training building he and Vegeta often frequented. She had had back to him and her hair was coming out of it's braid. It shone like spun gold in the light of the afternoon sun.

Piccolo had a very real urge to reach out and touch that hair, to find out, once and for all if it really did feel as soft as it looked. He must have made some sound for she spun around, inches from him and looked up into his face. She did not fully understand what she saw there and it frightened her. She took a step backwards, the wall of the building behind her.

"Tori." He began, "I…am sorry for…for not telling you about the dragonballs…"

She did not speak, her heart had become a hummingbird whose wings beat double-time within her chest, she waited as he continued, a bit slow and awkward, sounding how she felt.

"I was just…afraid that if you knew…" He said, looking away, looking nervous, "That you'd have no more reason to stick around and I…" He turned back to her, looking down into her face, in her eyes. They looked like the sky, Piccolo mused, so beautiful… "I come to care for you…very much and…"

She shook her head, smiling, laughter broke through her lips; Not at him. Never at him. She was laughing at her own stupid foolishness. She reached up, cupped his face between her hands and said; "You were all ready forgiven. Now kiss me."

"What?" He asked, taken aback, he was not expecting this! He was delighted, to be sure, but he'd never really expected her to share his feelings. She sighed and looked up at him with a bit of annoyance in her eyes.

"I said `kiss me'" She whispered, "Please! Do it before I die!"

He needed no further coaxing. Wrapping his arms about her, he pulled her close and captured her mouth with his own, hungrily, greedily, and played with the tip of her braid, musing, her hair did feel as soft as he'd imagined it would…almost as soft as her mouth beneath his own.

When they finally broke the kiss, she said; "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that."

He just smiled, "I too…"

And he kissed her again. So hard that the breath was knocked from her lungs and she had trouble standing afterwards so that he had to hold her upright. She snaked her around aroud his waist and pulled his head down to meet her's. Well this had certainly turned into the most interesting training session, she thought.

Chi Chi was outside feeding the fish in the pond, she held a glass bowl filled with the fish food that she was dipping her fingers in and sprinking into the water. She walked around the pond and chanced to look up towards the training building. She made a small gasping sound and the glass bowl slipped from her fingers.

Tori and Piccolo moved away from each other as they heard the glass shattering. She looked back towards the sound, towards the house and saw Chi Chi standing there with a very shocked expression on her face, the remains of a glass dish in pieces on the stone walkway by her feet.

Tori looked at Piccolo. "I think she saw us"

He nodded.

"What do we do?"

He shrugged.

She really hated that he wasn't more communitive. Oh, well. She sighed. Might as well face the music.

"We have some explaining to do." She said, at which he merely sighed in annoyance and nodded, following her to where Chi Chi stood gaping.