Oh, totally rated M in this chapter, hehehehe… Team Watermelon FTW!

Piccolo was not amused by the conversation he walked in on when he went to report to Usagi, though the knowledge that he was bigger than Vegeta—and that Vegeta was a little jealous about the fact—did brighten him up a little bit. He decided to visit Goten a second time; the youngest male of the Son family had not been in a happy mood at all when Piccolo had checked up on him. In fact, he'd been so riled about the attack on Rei that he was still at Super Saiyan two and couldn't seem to power down. Not that he wanted to try, though. Goten was all Saiyan since that attack, and Piccolo was hardly going to be the one to contradict him… however…

"What!?" Goten snapped, closing the sliding rice paper door behind him to hide Rei from his view. "I told you I've got this just fine, I don't need anyone's help!"

"I'm not here for that," Piccolo grunted in reply.

Goten blinked a little at the sight of his sensei… blushing? Hell, his face was all purple. "Ok? What do you want, then?"

"I need advice. The woman that Usagi has me watching is… well… she's beautiful. And well…" Piccolo cleared his throat and couldn't maintain eye contact. "I want her. I don't know what to do about it, and you know I'm not used to having that particular problem. What do I do to make it go away?"

"Get Usagi to get rid of your dick," he replied with a hint of a smirk that made him look like Trunks or Vegeta. "Other than that, I'd tell you to make a move… but as you can see, I'm not exactly myself right now, Piccolo."

"Oh, I can see that just fine, Goten."

Sliding the door open once more, he just shrugged a little. "Keep it simple. Kiss her. Watch a few movies or something over at Gohan's and see how it's done. I'd take the time to show you, but I'm extremely occupied right now."

"Occupied, my ass!" A woman's voice shouted from inside. "Let me up out of this bed right now or I—mmmm…"

Piccolo blinked at the sound of a low growl that reminded him of a pissed off Goku, combined with the purring from a cat, and it was punctuated with what sounded like Gohan and Videl kissing. Was Goten…?

"Shut up," he heard the Saiyan male inside growl after a full minute. "Mine, remember? You stay put and I won't get too riled. Though I have to admit, I seem to be turned on more than I should be when you get riled."

"Riled!? You want riled!? You've got riled, you pompous, arrogant, overbear—mmmmm… Damn it, cut that out!"

"Hm… make me, beautiful."

"And I'm out on that note," Piccolo rumbled to himself; he had a sneaking suspicion that the miko inside was about to try and make Goten stop being a pain in the ass… but she was about to lose that little battle as well. "She's going to wind up mated if she doesn't stop challenging his beast," he chuckled. "At least someone else's problems are worse than mine."

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"Yeah, Piccolo?"

"Gohan… I need a… a favor."

"Dear Dende, Piccolo! Are you… blushing?" Videl asked curiously. "What's up? Is everything ok?"

"Is Makoto alright? Has there been another attack?" Gohan asked worriedly as he glanced around for any listening neighbors. "Come in and tell me what's got you looking so purple, man." Shutting the door, Gohan leaned against it and studied his best friend in the entire world; he'd never seen Piccolo seemingly so… embarrassed. "You like her, don't you?" A nod that could be defined as timid was the only answer he received, but Videl fielded the response for her husband.

"Piccolo, that's so sweet! I think you deserve a mate! Does she know that you like her?"

He just shrugged and sighed. "Don't know. She's so confusing… one minute she's making me uncomfortable as hell… the next minute she's acting all normal. And what happened the other day with Usagi…" Piccolo turned damned-near indigo as he glanced between his legs. "It won't stay down, Gohan!" He whispered worriedly. "I don't know what to do about it!"

"Huh… wha… OH MY GOD! Are you serious!? You have a—a—holy shit, Piccolo."

"Oh, I thought you knew. I was sure that Trunks would have called you laughing his ass off about it… he found it funny as hell," Piccolo muttered. "Usagi's silver crystal accidentally thought it had fixed me, and now I can't control the damned thing."

Videl managed a tiny smile and gave his big hand a squeeze. "It sounds to me like Mako likes you too, Piccolo. Is she flirting?"

"Dear gods, yes. It's scary as hell."

The naked look of terror on his face nearly made her giggle, but she gave him a comforting hug. "Flirt back, Piccolo. See what happens, maybe?" Alright, maybe flirting wasn't his strong suite. "Make little excuses to touch her. You saved her from an attack, yeah? Maybe you could show her a couple of self-defense moves."

Gohan nodded at that and grinned. "She's right. You'd have every excuse to be repositioning her arms and legs and moving her around…"

Piccolo just continued to blush and tried not to grow aroused at the idea of touching Makoto. "I'll um… keep that in mind."

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"Heya! Just cooking a late lunch, Piccolo!"

He sighed and shut the door behind him, and was about to correct her about announcing her presence when she wasn't totally sure it was a friend entering when he noticed several things out of place. "You went OUT!?" He yelled as he stomped into the kitchen. "Are you out of your MIND!?"

Mako blinked when he bared his teeth at her angrily, his body wedging her into the corner of the cabinets as he loomed over her. "I… uh…"

"Don't lie, Koto. I saw that your coat and shoes had been moved, and I locked the door this morning when I left. It was unlocked when I returned," he growled. "Why don't you just tattoo a fucking bullseye on your forehead and get it over with?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered shakily, gripping the counter behind her as he pressed her to it tightly. "I… I went out just to get the mail, Piccolo… I didn't think that it would—"

"Gods, woman! You make me fucking insane, you know that? I said not to go out and you did it anyway! Tell me, was there anyone suspicious keeping an eye on you?"

"Not that I noticed, but…" Makoto swallowed back tears as she looked up at him, but she knew he could see them in her eyes. "I wasn't really paying attention. I was only outside for thirty seconds at the most, I swear it." When she looked down shamefully she was surprised to feel a long, clawed finger tip her chin up so that she was gazing into his ebony eyes. "I'm sorry, Piccolo. I honestly didn't see any harm in just going to the mailbox."

"Don't do it again without me here to watch your back, Koto. This will all blow over soon, but you're not safe by yourself. Lock your door at all times, too. I could have been anyone just walking in. Understand?"

"Yeah," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Piccolo… it won't happen again, I swear." Mako blushed when he leaned in just short of kissing her, his lips mere millimeters from her own.

"Good. It had better not," he grunted before releasing her and slumping in a chair at the kitchen table. Damn it, being so close to her had aroused him again, and he'd just come very dangerously close to making some sort of advance.

He sat there quietly for a long time, lost in his own thoughts until her voice broke him out of his half-meditation. "Piccolo? I can't reach the pepper… and you're awfully tall. Would you mind?"

With a brisk nod and without even thinking about it, he stood and simply pressed against her as he reached over her head to snag the canister and set it on the counter for her. A deep coloring to her cheeks made him realize that he'd just successfully flirted… even if it was on accident. "Uh… um… just the pepper?"

"The salt, too… if you don't mind," she whispered. Mako bit down on her tongue to keep from saying something that might scare him away when she felt that tight, hard body pressing against her once more, but she couldn't help but want to find out how all of those wonderful muscles would feel without his clothes on. "Thanks," she said when the salt was placed in front of her. "And Piccolo? I really am sorry… I wasn't trying to defy your instructions or anything, I swear it. Please don't be mad at me, ok?"

"Not mad," he answered with a sigh. "I just don't want you to get hurt." Piccolo's eyes fluttered shut when her hand rose to his face and he felt those soft fingers caress his cheek and jawline, and he fought for air as his body responded to the touch.

She wasn't ignorant to the slight arousal pressing into her stomach and managed a tiny smile at the knowledge that she'd been right all along. This tall, sexy alien clearly had a thing for her. Boldly trailing her fingers down his neck, Mako eventually smoothed the palm of her hand down his chest and silently marveled at the definition she found. "Sorry," she said, pulling away when she felt him harden a little more against her. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, Piccolo."

"No… it's… it's fine," he managed huskily. "I'm just not accustomed to being freely touched. Most humans are terrified of me at first sight and you… you're not afraid of me at all."

"Well, like I said before, Piccolo… I have a major thing for the color green," she replied tartly before turning back around to the frying pan on the stove.

"You're either perfect or insane," he said in wonder as he slowly backed away to his chair.

"I always like to think that I'm a curious mix of both," she snickered. Mako turned then and dug in her skirt pocket before setting a cup of coffee in front of him and a small piece of metal.

"What's this?"

"The key to my front door. If you're going to keep this up, you may as well do it in here. The couch is all yours, big guy."

"Wait. You're just going to trust me to stay in your home every night and give me the key?" Piccolo asked incredulously.

"Uh-huh. Hell, you come with Sailor Moon's personal recommendation, right? And you saved my life last night. If I can't trust you, who can I trust?" Her answer came by way of the phone ringing loudly, and when she answered it she paled a little. "Yeah… yeah… thank you for calling… here he is."

"Usa?" Piccolo grunted into the phone, knowing damned well who would be calling him at Mako's.

"No, it's Goku. Usagi's so stressed out that I didn't want to bother her with this since no one on our side was injured. There's been another attack at the shrine… Goten's cleaning it up; apparently he made quite the mess when someone aimed a gun at Rei's head. He said he honestly doesn't even remember what all happened, that his beast totally took control and he came to covered in blood, sweat and dust."

"Fuuuuck… and I was just over there, too. Does he need some help with the cleanup?"

"No, I'm going to help since Goten won't mind another mated male being around him or Rei. Just keep your guard up, Piccolo. I wouldn't be surprised if someone tried to attack you guys next. Gohan's already on his way to Ami's apartment since it's her and Hotaru's day off."

"Alright. We'll stay put until you say otherwise, Goku. Thank you for the heads-up." Piccolo returned the phone to Mako when he hung it up and shrugged. "One of the other targets was attacked, so we're staying inside until this whole thing blows over. Hope you didn't have any plans for this evening."

"Nothing that can't be done tomorrow or the day after," Mako replied with a troubled frown. "Tell me, Piccolo… what's so special about myself? Why was I attacked last night? Really?"

The Namek just shook his head. "I swore to Sailor Moon that I wouldn't tell you; if you want to know then you'll have to ask her."

She gave up at that; she had a strong feeling that Piccolo would never break a promise and she wasn't about to ask him to. "Well, eat up, then. I've already done all my cleaning for the day, so I figure we can just relax and watch some TV or something."

They did just that, and Piccolo couldn't help but relax as they simply sat there and watched some show that had Makoto giggling. He didn't get most of the jokes but he really liked listening to her laugh. He was surprised when dinnertime had come and gone and no attackers had shown up at her doorstep; maybe they'd decided to back off. He knew he'd think twice about launching a second assault after Goten had totally fucked over the last group to show up at the shrine.

"You ever take that cloak and hat off when you're not about to go to bed?" Mako asked in amusement as she sat back down next to him and set a bowl of snacks on the coffee table.

"It's weighted for training," Piccolo explained. "I don't really need the weight any longer; I just wear it mostly out of habit." He started a bit when she reached up and pulled off his turban, but when she just smiled softly up at him he relented and let her set it aside. "What?"

"You're very handsome without it. And those antennae are adorable. You shouldn't keep them covered, Piccolo. Now off with the cape; I've seen those gorgeous arms and those should definitely be in sight at all times, green bean." At a total loss as to how to refuse gracefully, especially when she was giving him a pleading look with those wide green eyes, Piccolo shrugged off the cloak and set it to the side.

"Better?" He asked hoarsely. Was it just him or had the temperature in the room just gone up by twenty degrees? And was she scooting closer or was that his insane, wanton imagination? He was about to say something witty about the way she was eyeing him, but the only thing that came out was a strangled version of her name. "Koto?"

Mako blushed a little at the husky tone of his voice as she slid over until they were touching, her eyes never leaving his. "Piccolo… would you be offended if I did something?" She asked softly.

"Depends on what it is," he barely managed. Dear gods, was this normal!? It felt like his heart was about to come out of his chest, and the feeling only intensified as she pressed against him, her fingertips trailing over the bare skin above his collar. "Koto…?" He was about to say something, to stop her due to the stirring he felt between his legs, but found himself speechless when she closed the gap between their faces and brushed her nose against his.

"Too close?" Mako whispered; she wanted nothing more than to kiss him but she could feel him trembling and was afraid of upsetting him. Or worse, of running him off and never seeing him again. That was always her problem with men; she either moved too fast and ran them off or not fast enough and they wound up getting scooped up by another woman. "Is this ok…? I… I won't if you don't want me to…"

The tiniest of nods from him made her lean in another inch, and she let out a pleased sigh as she just barely touched her mouth to his, her hand moving to cup his jaw as she intensified the kiss a little and began to slowly move her lips over his.

When Mako kissed him, Piccolo was so damned shocked that he couldn't even move, and since he'd never felt anything like that before, he wasn't even sure how to properly react. But it was… warm… and soft… and just a little moist. And it felt amazing—better than anything he'd ever felt, actually—and left his mouth tingling from the sensation as she slowly drew back and regarded him pensively. "Koto?"

She sighed a little in relief at the sight of his confusion; for a moment there she'd interpreted his rigid posture as a form of rejection. "What… your people don't kiss, Piccolo?"

"No," he replied, still unsure of his own body's reaction to hers. "We don't even mate."

"Would you… like me to do it again? I won't if you don't want me to," she added hurriedly, blushing deeply as she looked away.

Yes! Please gods yes! Piccolo swallowed before turning a little purple and nodding. "If you want to, Koto. I don't mind." He gasped slightly when her mouth pressed against his once more; this time she was moving it over his slowly, her thumb feathering over his pulse as it quickened and began to thunder in reaction to the contact, her free hand trailing over one solid bicep. Piccolo blinked when she pulled back slowly after a long minute, and found himself swallowing again nervously, wondering what in the hell he was supposed to do. He hadn't offended her by staying still, had he? "That's it?"

"You can kiss me back if you want to," Mako whispered. No sooner had the words left her lips did she find them occupied by his own and he was kissing her in return. Only his movements were apprehensive, awkward and unsure, as if he obviously hadn't a clue what he was doing. But the princess of Jupiter only found it to be sexy that she was clearly his very first kiss, and she was soon moving her mouth with his, pulling them both down into the cushions of her couch, and whispering words of encouragement between the moments that their mouths made contact. "What?" She asked when he suddenly stopped. "You don't like it?"

"No… I do," he admitted hoarsely, "it's just that…" Piccolo looked down and blushed brightly at the sight of his own half-arousal slightly tenting his training pants.

"That's alright," Makoto chuckled. "It's normal. It just means that you like me. A lot. Do you want to stop?" She asked carefully.

"I… I don't know," he replied in embarrassment. "I don't even know what I'm doing." Piccolo gasped with pleasure when her hips shifted a little and their groins rubbed together for the briefest of moments. That little bit of friction held so much promise of more that he couldn't stop his body from returning the slow, sexual movement and he bit down on his lower lip at the resulting ecstasy. Gods, how would that feel without their clothes on? "Do you want to stop?"

"No," she admitted softly, "I don't. I want to make love to you, Piccolo… if you're ok with that." All or nothing; he obviously hadn't done anything at all with a woman before and she didn't want to keep going unless he knew what he was in store for.

The Namek regarded her seriously for a time before speaking. "You mean… mating?" He blinked in surprise when she nodded, but found himself nodding slowly in return. Damn it, his dick was totally overriding his better sense, but the idea of finally finding some relief, of ridding himself of this bizarre desire for a human woman… it was beyond mouthwatering. "It will feel good for you, too, won't it? I've heard that it feels good for male humans."

"Yes, very good. For both of us," she replied, her fingers trailing slowly from his hip to the bulge in his pants, where they began to stroke him lightly. Mako smirked at his immediate reaction; his eyes fluttered shut and he groaned softly, his body arching into her hand instinctively. "Would you like to try it, Piccolo?" She smiled when he grunted something that sounded like a yes, and pulled the hem of his pants down to expose him, pushing the cloth to his knees before pulling him down to her.

"What do I do?" He asked hoarsely.

The way he was trembling slightly made her smile and she decided it would be best for her to take the initiative on this one. "Let's take care of you first; I can tell that you're nervous, green bean… and that's ok. But don't be, alright?"

"Easy for you to say," he mumbled, his cheeks heating to a point that he was secretly amazed that his face wasn't melting off. But then he felt his hand ghost over his naked flesh and all thought went right out the window as raging hormones and desire began to take over. "Koto… I… I don't know what… what to do…"

"That's ok, honey. I'll be on top this time," she whispered, and helped him quickly reverse their positions before straddling him. She decided it would definitely be best to forgo any more making out; hopefully an orgasm would relax him and he'd be more comfortable with the idea of having sex once he knew how pleasurable it could be. Sliding into place, Mako was glad she hadn't worn any panties; she simply adjusted her skirt as she positioned him at her entrance and sank down onto him with a little moan of pleasure, one that he echoed loudly in reaction to being surrounded by all of that tight, wet heat. "You ok?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yeah." Piccolo gulped as he looked up at her, his hands trembling a bit as he held them up, totally unsure of where to put them. "Is… is that it, Koto?" Gods… part of him hoped it was, but his body was intensely disagreeing with him, insisting that something even better was to be had just around the corner.

Mako laughed softly and shook her head. "No, green bean, you'll know when you're finished, trust me. I'm just adjusting to your size… you're awfully big, you know."

"Oh, I am…? Sorry," he mumbled, looking away from her. Usagi had said he was awfully big, but until that moment he hadn't realized that it could be a problem if he ever mated with a female.

She couldn't help but laugh at that, burying her face in his chest as she giggled and her head shook back and forth in amazement. Any human male would have been puffed up with pride at her statement, but the alien virgin beneath her seemed almost ashamed about his cock. "It's a good thing, Piccolo," she finally managed, leaning up to kiss him.

"Oh, good," he grunted, somewhat mollified. "Koto…?"

"Hm?"

Piccolo turned purple and sighed. "Where do I put my hands?" He asked, feeling more than a little mortified at the admission of ignorance.

"Oh. Well… anywhere you want to. It would be a little dumb of me to complain about you groping my ass or my tits when you're already buried inside of me," she replied with amusement as she drew her blouse over her head and threw it to the floor.

Piccolo rumbled with pleasure as she shifted her hips a little, but stopped her with a light touch as he tried to figure out what in the hell she was wearing. "Why the extra layer of clothing? Are you cold?"

It took her a moment to figure out his meaning, and when she did she giggled. "No, Piccolo. It's a bra. Women wear them to help keep their breasts from bouncing around a lot while they're moving. Here, hang on." Reaching behind her, she unhooked the lacy scrap of clothing and slowly removed it, fully aware of the fascinated look on his face as she stripped for him. "You can touch me if you want to, Piccolo," she whispered.

No sooner had she given him permission, Piccolo's hand lifted to do just that, his claws ghosting over the tender flesh presented to him. He watched her shiver and at first was afraid that he'd hurt her, but the action was followed by a subtle arching into his palm, indicating that she wanted more of his attentions. He couldn't help but watch in wonder as this gorgeous human woman made a pleased noise while he brushed a claw over a pink nipple; how in the hell could something so damned beautiful want to mate with the likes of him?

Mako couldn't contain a whimper when his hand grew bolder, his left reaching up to cup her other breast, and she couldn't stop her hips from moving a little in reaction. She'd meant to give him time to explore her a little, to satisfy his curiosity, but she was filled with the need to feel him moving, to feel that sweet friction between her legs as she rode him to oblivion. "Piccolo?" She asked breathlessly.

"Huh?" He suddenly couldn't think, couldn't function, and could hardly breathe as she moved a little harder and moaned his name softly.

"Do you want me to stop?" She whimpered.

"Dende, no," he groaned, lifting his body to meet hers as he fought a sudden instinctive urge to grip her hips and slam into her. "Don't stop… Koto—I—it feels so—" Piccolo did find himself gripping her hips tightly just then, his head tipping back as he moaned loudly and nearly passed out at the sudden, white-hot onslaught of pleasure that started in his groin and coursed through his entire body in a series of waves.

Mako practically purred as she continued to rock over him slowly, then stopped when she felt his hands shaking. "Piccolo? Honey? Shh… it's ok, sweetheart," she soothed, her hand caressing his jaw line as he looked up at her almost fearfully. Or was that perhaps awe? "You came, Piccolo. That's all. Didn't it feel good?"

He swallowed and just stared at her in shock. "That's… normal? It was so… intense."

"Yes," she whispered gently. "It's supposed to feel that good… well, if you have the right partner, anyway. Or if it's your first time." Mako grinned a little at that. "Or both, maybe?"

Now Piccolo was just miserably confused. "But you didn't react like that. Is it something you get used to?"

"Wha!? Oh, gods no! Honey, if you make me come, you'll damn well know it," she giggled. "I tend to get a little loud when I get off."

"Wait… so you didn't…?" He wasn't sure if it was a normal reaction, but he felt more than a little perturbed to know that he hadn't given her the same amount of pleasure that he'd just received. And now that the burning need he'd felt had been temporarily satisfied, he didn't feel quite so awkward about the idea of trying it again. "What do I need to do?" He asked, his eyes raking over her body as he studied her with a student's interested eyes. Piccolo would learn… whatever it was that he needed to learn in order to return the favor she'd just bestowed on him. "After all… it's only fair… right?"

"Hm, I believe I've landed myself a rare gentleman," Makoto purred, dipping down to brush her mouth over his. She slipped off of him and onto her feet before holding out her hand in invitation. "Come on, big guy, there's more room in my bed than on that couch."

More smut in the next chapter, woooo! R&R yall! I'm working on the rest of Unprofessional Relation, too! We're almost done, YAY!