Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ More Than Kisses ( Chapter 17 )

"Oh. My. God." Chi Chi said, standing there looking at the two beings who stood, somewhat nervously, in front of her. The girl; Tori, looked as if she'd just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. And what a cookie jar it was! "Did I just see what I think I saw?"

"Sorta, Chich." Tori said, blushing furiously, she felt rather than saw Piccolo starting to back away, eager for an escape. Damn him! She cursed silently, he's not gonna take off and leave me to deal with this alone! She reached back and took hold of his cape, ceasing is stuble movement. No one, not even Piccolo, liked to be around Chi Chi when she began upset by something. "I don't know know what to say, though, It just...sorta happened."

"This is correct." Piccolo spoke up for the first time since they'd stepped over to the stunned woman gaping at them, "And I don't see why we should have to explain ourselves to you."

He winced, waiting for her shrill outburst. None came. She merely shook her and and bent to begin picking up the pieces of broken glass. At last she raised her dark eyes to Tori's light ones. She smiled in that motherly way she had; "Of course not." She said, a peculiar twinkle in her eyes, "I was just…surprised. Forget about me."

"Hey! You guys!" Tori turned to Bulma, a wide smile on her face, wearing what looked to be one of Vegeta's shirts and no pants, ran out of the house. The chill in the air didn't seem to bother her. She ran over to Tori and waved a strange looking device in her face. Tori tried to see it but Bulma's hand was shaking too fast in her excitement. It looked like some type of compact… "Look at this! I've all ready located two of the dragonballs! See those blips…right there…" She pointed, holding the thing up to Tori's nose, "And here! Come on! The first one's not that far from here!"

Impusively she hugged Tori and said; "Soon, Tori, you'll have a family again! Won't it be nice to sleep in your own bed again and have your own home back?"

Tori nodded, but her eyes stayed to Piccolo where he stood behind them, seeing the pain that passed quickly over his face before he banished it with a stern look, folding his arms across his chest and looking away as if what she did held no interest to him at all. Tori closed her eyes, she could smell Bulma's purfume and it was too strong. Shoving the girl away gently, she said; "Yes, I can't wait."

Laughing, Bulma and Chi Chi left to start packing for the trip. Bulma had said the nearest dragonball wasn't that far away, but what she really meant was that it was three states away.

Piccolo did not move, but his mind was racing. She's going to leave, he thought to himself, as the wind blew his cape around, She's going to get her family and home back and have no more reason to stay here.

He growled in his throat, hating the conflicting emotions rising up within himself, Who care? She's just a little girl. Who cares what she does. But he remembered her mouth under his, the feeling of her lithe body pressed up against his chest, soft, warm…she had tasted so good. Stop this! He yelled at himself, unable to cease the strange sensation in his chest, it felt as if something there were breaking apart, She just said that she wanted to leave. She'll be better off, in the long run, with her family…

"Piccolo…Sensei?" Tori reached out, she touched his arm.

He jerked away and said to her, a snarl in his voice; "I am not your teacher anymore, girl!"

She felt stung more by his actions than by his words, why had he moved away from her touch as if she'd burned him. She had not used her power, she knew, she could feel it circling around in her gut, as always, but she had not called it forth. She looked at his broad back, wanting so badly to go and wrap her arms around him.

At last he broke the silence; "I can't be anymore, Tori." His voice was soft, gentle, all the spleen gone now, he turned to face her and for the first time she saw the raw agony in his eyes, "Don't you see, girl? It can never be how it was…before."

Before they'd kissed, Tori knew and sighed. She appoached him and looked up into his face, a face, over the past few months, she had come to love. She reached up and ran the back of her hand tender across his cheek. "I don't think I want it to go back to the way it was." She whispered, as she felt his arms snake up around her from behind, pulling her nearer, her lips inches from his she added; "And I think…neither do you…"

He had wanted to taste her mouth again, to see if it really was a sweet as he'd remembered, and now that his chance was there he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take it. She shivered against him as his hands moved up and down her back, her tongue darted and played with his, she pressed her mouth closer and brazenly deepened the embrace.

She wasn't certain, exactly, how they'd gotten to the secluded spot deep in the trees surrounding the property, but she didn't much care. There was only one thing she cared about, one thing that filled her senses and left her reeling with emotion, so much so that the fire-magic in her gut threatened to pour out of her in all directions.

Piccolo was holding her, that was all that she cared about. All that mattered. The world could come crashing down around their ears and she would not hear or see or feel any of it. He'd removed his cape and turban with the weights and she was slightly surprised to see them just dispear. She shrugged mentally and pulled him down to the soft forest loam with her, her eyes blazing a kind of fire mere water could not put out.

She pulled gently on one of his annatae, caressing it with her fingers and felt him shudder against her, his breathing becoming ragged. She was sitting between his legs, his hands moving swiftly to undo the plait of her hair. He had wanted to feel it flowing like gold through his fingers, and she sighed as his fingers touched the back of her neck, the sensitive spot that gave her goose-flesh all up and down her arms.

"Tori…" He said, at last pulling her braid apart so that golden waves of hair fell across er narrow shoulders and down her back like a waterfall, "You must know…Nameks don't have…have what human males do…"

She looked him in confusion…he went on, seeing he would have to educate her. And he'd been loving the feel of her hands on his sensitive annatae…he sighed; "I cannot…pleasure you like a human male…"

Her eyes darted to his crotch, her cheeks flashing, and as at last she registered what he was trying to say. She shook her head. It didn't matter. She said to him; "It don't matter, Piccolo. There are other ways…I just want you so bad, I want to feel your skin against mine, your mouth on mine…I don't care how…"

Her words, spoken softly against his ear as she flicked her tongue out to glide across and kiss the tip gently, moved something deep and primal inside of him. He leaned down and brought his lips to her throat, then, wondering what her flesh would be like, licked a tiny spot and caused her to shake suddenly in his arms.

Tori had never been with anyone…human or other. She reacted by instinct alone now, as her hands grasped the front of his dark purple gi and pulled him closer, she felt as if she would never be able to get close enough to him and the feeling was driving her mad. He slipped his across the material of gi, feeling the roundness of her breast beneath, the nipple beginning to peak from his touch. Without pausing to ask it would be all right, he took ahold of the material with both hands and ripped it apart. The pure savagery of the act aroused her in ways she could not explain and whimpered as she felt Piccolo's mouth around one of nipples.

Tossing her head backwards she cried out as he sucked, gently, teasing her flesh and grasped him by the back of his head, urging him upwards, she sought his mouth almost desperately with her own. "Your so soft…" His spoke against her mouth, voice deep and rumbling, and filled with awe, "I never knew women could be so soft…"

"You'd better not be thinking about any other women!" She said, sounding a lot like Bulma right then. He winced as her shrillness stung his ears, but merely smiled and told her to shut up before he kissed her again.

He removed her clothing, bit by bit, tearing it off of her so that the remaining rags hanging on could be easily removed. He wanted to see her, all of her, with no material blocking his vision. She made a small sound in her throat as he left her arms for a moment to gaze down at her. She was so…small…and lovely…

And how he wanted her. Wanted to feel her, every part of her. He wanted to explore her flesh over and over with hands, mouth, eyes…

"What are you doing?" She asked, opening her eyes to see him looking down at her with a look in his eyes that was very similair to the one Goku always got when dinner time rolled around, "Piccolo?"

"Shhh, girl." He said, "You're ruining the moment."

"Nothing can do that." She said, and reached for him, she did not mind the cold as long as he was there to keep her warm, "Nothing."

Tori wasn't certain how long, exactly, she'd slept. But she awoke wrapped in his arms, something covered them both and she was surprised to see it was his cape, he had summoned it back, she thought, shrugging, cuddling closer.

Piccolo had not slept. Though, the girl, Tori, probably thought he had. He `dcontinued to hold her close, feeling her naked body pressed up against his own and nearly sighed with the pleasure such a feeling caused. Eariler, he'd drapped his cape about them both and listened to her heart beating against his own as she difted off to sleep.

Now she was stirring, though she didn't really wish to leave his embrace. She felt cold, though and being without clothing did not help matters. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and formed a sorta bubble of warmth all around them, keeping the chill at the edges so that it did not affect them. Piccolo looked at and smiled; "Neat trick."

"You were right." She said, as she sat up, his cape drapped about her shoulders, falling down but not quite hiding her nudity, "About my ki. I can control my powers better, now."

He nodded, also sitting up, "And use it in ways you never thought possible…before." He said; indicting her heat-sheild.

Tori smiled, but something, something as sutble as a moth's wings, flickered at the back of her mind.