Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through A Mirror Darkly ❯ Morning Bliss ( Chapter 18 )

Piccolo was getting more than a tad bit tired of that girl who looked so much like him it was uncanny. She was always around, even when he was training, either watching him from a not-so-far away distance, or up close and nearly in his lap! He liked her, he really honestly did, and enjoyed her company and the special bond they seemed to share.

But for Kami's sake! He couldn't breathe! Enough was enough. He needed a little time without her before he went completely insane! Lifting himself from the ground effortlessly, trying hard not to wake her as she slept curled around a blanket he'd materialized for her due to the night being so cold, he looked towards the direction of the rising sun.

She stirred and he stifled a groan, he's hoped not to wake her. He wanted a few moments to himself. To think. It seems he'd been doing a lot less of that and mostly just reacting. Reaction was good, that was true, but there had to be a little thinking involved now and then. Mara's namekian ears twitched and she opened her eyes. Piccolo looked down at her and realized, once more, how very lovely she looked, espesically bathed as she was now, in the twilight's faint light.

"Going somewhere?" She sat up and yawned, then gave him a smirk that could be a twin to Vegeta's. He wondered, briefly, if she been taking lessons from him, then stopped that line of thought as it went nowhere. She'd hardly left his side since her arrival, well, save for that one night she spent babysitting at the Son resedence.

There was that odd little winged child there, he'd remembered, the one they found a few nights ago when her escape pod crashed nearby. If he tried, he could sense her power level, not that he needed to try all that hard. It was like a white noise, a constant buzz at the back of his skull. It was so loud it was almost easy to ignore. If that made any sense at all!

"I thought I'd go see about that girl." He said, lamely he knew, why couldn't he think about anything when around her! He's almost believe she was some kind of witch who had put a spell on him, maybe she's in cahoots with Baba, he thought and nearly chuckled, He wondered if she'd be able to even make it past all her tests. Looking at her now, it seemed highly unlikely. But he had to remind himself that she knew all that he knew, since their bonding back through the mirror, and that would have given her more than a head's up.

But she wasn't going anywhere near Baba, Piccolo knew, she had no desire to be the pupil of that loud-mouthed braggart and he was glad. She folded up the blanket and started to comb out her tangled green hair with her fingers. She was getting any where with the task and was only managing to mess it up more, giving her snarls free reign of her head. She sighed in frustration and began again, silently cursing herself for leaving her comb behind.

She felt him bring himself to the ground behind her. Without asking permission, he made a comb appear in his hand and lifted her long thick hair at the base with the other. She lowered her hands and relaxed. He combed the tangles from her hair with clumsly care, not wanting to pull to hard and hurt her, or damange her beauitful locks any more than was nessessary.

"Your good at that." She mused, purring softly, like a feline, he almost expected her to stretch and growl.

"You know stuff about me," He countered, "And I know stuff about you."

"Oh?" She asked, her voice teasing, "Just what other stuff are you talking about?"

"I know you like this," He said and moved her hair aside to place his mouth against the back of her neck, breathing in the scent of her, She sighed and shivered, in pleasure, he knew and gently gave the handful of hair he held a pull so that she was forced backwards into his arms, "And this…" He kissed her, long and passionately, allowing their tongues to merge and play, the sensations washing all up and down their bodies like firecrackers on the fourth of July.

"You're going to miss your appointment with the faery chick…" She breathed when he let her go at last, she was still laying back into his embrace and felt…content…even safe. He ingored her and shook his head. He didn't care about that winged child! He'd just said that to have an excuse as to where he was going so early in the morning.

But now he just couldn't remember why he'd wanted to leave her in the first place. Maybe he had been overcome with temporary insanity? The thought was amusing but he's much rather focus on another type of mystery. A sweetly compelling one.

"I don't have an appointment." He growled into her throat, slipping his large, strong hands inside the neckline of her gi and feeling her heaving breasts, He watched her face as it seemed to contort with the pleasure she was feeling. No one had ever made her feel like this! She reached up and, being strong for a female, shoved his turban and weight from his head. It landed with a thud on the ground behind them. She tenderely stroked his sensative antenna and felt him shudder against her at her ministrations.

Her own antenna trembled when he placed his lips over it and began to run his tongue up and down it in agonizing slowness. She felt her body heat up and a sensation build up inside her that she'd only thought could come of stimulation of another, vital part of her.

She cried out and rolled over onto her back onto the ground, holding onto his dark purple gi as he removed his cape and weights effortlessly.

"Mara…" He paused, holding himself up on one arm and looked down into her clouded ebony-green eyes, "If you know all about me through the connection we share, than you must know that nameks are asexual. Well, I can't say all…since obviously are not lacking in the repoduction area…"

She silenced him with another kiss, breaking it off, she said; "Yes, I know all about it. And your right…I did not lose my…gender…when this form took me. But I want to be with you, I don't care how."

Breifly he wondered why he'd even thought he'd needed a break from her. She was like sunlight and water! Too much was never enough! Though he feared after he'd been bathed in her light and drank from her well that he would be pretty much undone. The thought didn't seem to bother him as much as he'd thought it would and that, in itself, was unnerving.

He seemed full of contradictions where she was concerned. He shrugged internally and took her into his arms once more. The morning changed to noon, which in turn changed to afternoon and then dusk before they had finished with each other. To Piccolo it had been much like experiencing something new and slightly forbidden and at once tantalizingly blissful. He'd not known if it was right or right, only that it had felt like nothing he'd ever felt before in his entire life! Even the feeling of powering up before a big fight could not compare.

Mara, a vigin when she'd first met Piccolo and, at least in the technical sense, a virgin still, knew that she would be changed forever in ways she couldn't even begin to understand. She just sighed and entwined her sweatdrenched limbs with his, closing her eyes and they rested beneath the blazing orb in the sky out side their little cave-hollow.

Had she kept her eyes open a little bit longer she'd have seen two figures in the sky heading back from where they had come at a great, frenzied speed. But she, like Piccolo beside her, had slipped into a kind of dreamless darkness, not seeing or hearing anything but the pouding of each other's hearts in their ears.