Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thicker Than Blood ❯ Friends and Family ( Chapter 1 )

"What are you doing, Alaura?" Piccolo asked, walking through the kitchen where his sensitive nose could pick out the aromas wafting up from the heating stove and oven. He saw pots with steam forming around them and stood in the doorway watching her bustle around, "You remind me of Gohan's Mother."

She laughed and said; "I'm fixing dinner, silly." She brushed by him and planted a quick kiss on his chin, the only part she could reach without his help, "Tonight is very special."

"How so?" He accepted her offer of a glass of ice water, drank it slowly and looked at her; "I know that with the way Neko eats this sight shouldn't be all that surprising, but something is different."

"It is different." She said, pausing to brush her hair back from her damp forehead, "All the years I've never really enjoyed certain holidays…now that Neko is older I think it's time to start celebrating them once more."

Just then, they heard a commotion at the front door and their daughter's loud, excitied squeal as she ran down the hallway. Piccolo scooped up the wriggling little girl in one arm and held her at his side as she giggled; "Not so fast, Little one! You'll ruin the carpet and your mother will kill us both!"

"But Da!" She cried, as he let her leap down to the floor; "Tae's here!"

Tae walked through the door, holding his overnight bag and was nearly knocked off his feet as his Neko launched herself at him, laughing and hugging him tightly. "Hey, Kiddo! I've missed you too!"

"You don't come around often enough, you know." Alaura said, winking to ruin the stern-motherness of her tone, she could never really be angry with Tae, she loved him far too much. He pried Neko off his leg and a walked over to give Alaura a more tame embrace. Kissing her on the cheek, he said; "Merry Christmas, Mother."

He nodded at Piccolo and Alaura noticed the silent exchange of mutual admiration between the two nameks.

"What's Christmas?" Neko asked, her large dark eyes wide as she looked from face to face, "Mom? Da?"

"It's not for another week, yet, Neko." Tae said; "But if you're a good girl than this fat red guy falls down the chiminy and leaves you lots of gifts to open."

"Ooh!" She said, intrigued, "Is there lots of stuff to eat, too?"

Everyone laughed at that and Alaura said; "Of course. Why wouldn't there be?"

"Tae?" Alaura asked, removing her apron and setting it on the peg over the pantry door, "Could you take Neko outside and play with her for a bit?"

"Sure, Mother." He said, grasping the little girl's hand in his own large green one, "Come on, Kiddo, Wanna see something really cool?"

After they had left, Piccolo motioned for Alaura to come to him. She rested her head against his broad chest and sighed happily as he ran his fingers through her sweat-tangled locks, "Are we expecting any more company, tonight, Love?"

She shook her head, he felt the movement and pressed her breasts to him; "I don't think so…"

"Good." He leaned down towards her and captured her mouth within his own, she snaked her arms around his waist to pull herself even more closer. With one sweep of his arm he cleared the table and leaned her backwards onto it, running one hand up her leg to her thigh and beyond, shoving the fabric of her skirt upwards with the motion. She sighed once more as the palm of his hand found her warm, damp spot and played soft circles around the mound.

"Piccolo…" She said, between a groan and a sigh, "Stop it! We can't…Neko…"

"Is outside with Tae." He answered against the warm, heaving flesh of her rounded breast, she tasted salty and sweet at the same time, "They won't be back inside for a while, yet."

Instead of allowing her to answer he took one of her all ready hardened nipples into his mouth and began to suck expertly, knowing, after so many years, exactly how to make her pulse race and her breathing ragged. She moved beneath him and he smiled into her skin, feeling an overwhelming rush of satisfication the he could still have such control over her body.

"Umm. Excuse me, I didn't know you where…" Piccolo and Alaura moved away from each other swiftly, almost guiltily and she straighted her skirt while he fixed his now askew gi, "I could come back…"

"Don't be silly." Alaura said, to Piccolo she whispered, "I didn't even hear him…"

"I did." He said to her, "But I thought he'd wait outside…"

"It's all right, Gohan." Alaura said, "Merry Christmas. I thought you weren't going to be here until tomorrow…"

"Well, that was the plan," He said and she could see him eyeing the cookies she'd baked earlier that day, most of which had all ready been eaten by Neko, she sighed and poured the remainder, only about half a dozen, onto a plate and set in at the table, blushing slightly as she thought of what that table had just seen and started to pick up the place mats and things which had been knocked to the floor moments earlier; "But, I missed you guys too much to stay away any longer."

He grinned as he bit into the cookie and Alaura said; "Does Neko know you're here?"

"I saw her outside with Tae," He said, "She pushed me down into the snow when she greeted me. She's getting stronger every time I see her, isn't she?"

Alaura and Piccolo both heard the pride within his tone whenever he spoke of the little girl who was actually his biological daughter, even though to everyone else, including Neko, he was her `Uncle'. Alaura smiled, and ruffled Gohan's hair as she walked passed, "We're all proud of her. She is a ray of sunshine to us."

Gohan heard her unspoken words; Thank you, Gohan, for giving her to us.