Helleuh there, Piccolo lovers.

I HAVE TIME AND THUS I WILL FINALLY CONTINUE MY WRITING! I'VE MISSED IT SO MUCH!

I'm sorry, I won't ever demand for reviews again! * ducks for a flying tomato *I did however get a lot :) Thank you guys! It means a lot to me. Well it's been too long since I've updated. I kinda got into a wrestling match with the plot line...I've changed my writing style too. For the better I hope.

Disclaimer: I just HATE disclaimers...they always state the obvious. Akira Toriyama is smart and rich. I apparently am not *cries*.

And another thing, I've decided to introduce Nova's inner speech. I just had to block that out in previous chapters because it would have revealed her past.

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Chapter 7 - The Namek and the Encounter

A warm and content feeling washed over him. He had just experienced his first orgasm. A matter he thought he wouldn't ever be capable of. His eyes lazily opened to look at the creature on top of him. The one and only object of his affection. Her milky legs, folded delicately around him and trapping him at the same time were in his view first. His gaze followed the subtle lines of supple muscles up to her hips. Her soft stomach and round breasts stood slightly arched in an angle and made her shoulders look even more delicate and fragile he concluded. Beautiful red long strands enveloped her face and stood in a triangle of contrasts with a still slightly black bruise on her shoulder and the white porcelain skin surrounding it. The sun extended his rays throughout the leaves of the trees and lightened up her endless big orbs, which he so easily got lost in. She looked absolutely outstanding beautiful to him. Every little detail, from the clinging, still wet lashes surrounding her eyes, to the pointy toes on her feet mesmerized him. He basked in the moment for a few seconds. However, the entrancing creature on top of him didn't look like she was enjoying this situation as much as he did considering that her eyebrows were tightly knitted together. He chuckled inwardly. She didn't want to be deprived from the pleasure she had given him just a minute ago, he guessed.

''Tell me who that Gohan person is!'' Her demanding tone was interlaced with fear.

His eyes widened, quickly searching for a particularly ki. He had forgotten for a few seconds that his former pupil was heading their way and now was awfully close to their current location. In a swift motion, he scooped up a protesting Nova and teleported himself to his cave. He dropped his object of love not too gently on the ground and threw the first clothing that he found into a very flabbergasted face. He had slipped himself into his purple gi within a half a second. Nova bewilderedly looked at the white clothing that Piccolo had thrown into her face and tried to find the holes to correctly stuck in her head and limbs. She frantically bobbed in her head first, but she got stuck with her right arm. She tried to jerk on the white fabric with her other arm to pull the garment into place. For the impatient Namek it was all going terribly slow and in an blink of an eye he had forced the garment down onto her body. The only problem was that Nova's right arm had failed to cooperate with his intentions. Why wasn't the damn thing complying? He tried to pull on her elbow to force it out of the purposed hole, but it was too late.

''Piccolo?'' With an incredulous expression on his face Gohan halted before the cave. Four evenly shocked eyes stared back at him. The former demon stood there pulling on the arm of a bewildered girl, with terror written all over his face. Next to that, the girl was wearing a very short skimpy dress. Her body was tightly squeezed because of one arm that got stuck inside and stretched the fabric to the brink of tearing. Words could not describe the extraordinary awkward situation he had just walked in. With a familiar Son gesture he tried to save the uncomfortable situation. He placed a hand behind his head and casted out a nervous laugh.

''Wow Piccolo! I didn't know you had company!''

For split second, Gohan thought he saw flames burning in his former teachers eyes. Then they mysteriously changed into sorrow for a split second.

Piccolo noticed the absence of bruises and injuries. Gohan had to take a sensu bean he concluded. Because of his destructing impulses. He quickly pushed aside his thoughts. He would deal later with it. Suddenly he realized just in what kind of position he was in, and more importantly Nova's position. Piccolo roughly pulled a gasping Nova behind his broad back and gritted his teeth to prevent him from cursing at his former pupil. He didn't want to act too hostile after what had happened the night before. He held Nova firmly to hold her still. She growled irritated and slapped his back half-playfully, but the green Namek shook her swiftly to silence her. He trusted Gohan, he just didn't want him to see his Nova dressed in a midthigh very tight tanktop, that even showed off her curves a little more extra because of her straining arm. He directed his gaze to his former pupil again to examine his reaction to the situation.

Gohan utterly failed to comprehend this situation. Not even was Piccolo holding an almost naked female, he also let her slap him without punching her back instantly. Piccolo decided to end this awkward silence with a large snarl.

''What do you want?''

Gohan blinked a couple of times to find his focus again. He knew better than to question his former teacher about the mysterious girl. Every cell in his body just screamed out of curiosity, but he unwillingly decided to get straight to the point after eying the malice Piccolo was directing towards him.

''Well...I'm just here to invite you to Bulma's party that takes place tomorrow evening. And she told me to give you this note'' Gohan reluctantly handed over the small piece of paper to the Namek. He seemed very angry. He perceived this emotion from the look of the heavily knitted green skin above is eyes, where his eyebrows would have been if he would have been human. He briefly wondered how it was possible that two entirely different races, originated zillion light years away, could have had developed the same facial expressions.

Piccolo folded out the note and tried to decipher the handwriting. The letters all looked round and plump, which fueled his irritation even more.

'Dear Piccolo,

Bring you know who too. Make sure she gets the capsules Gohan will give you.

Bulma'

He almost could hear her say it with her bossy screeching voice. Piccolo rumpled the paper in his fist and threw it angrily on the ground.

''No! I will not attend to such nonsense!'' He crossed his arms defiantly.

Gohan's face faltered. He didn't know what Piccolo had read, but he assumed he was talking about the party. He had expected this reaction though.

''Please Piccolo! I thought it would be a nice occasion to catch up and maybe have a little spar. And you're just a member of the gang as I am. It's a party thrown especially for us''. Gohan tried to persuade him with his cheeriness, but it wasn't helping considering Piccolo's foul expression.

Piccolo wanted to reply with a snippy comment he had been holding in, but was interrupted by a soft voice behind his back.

''Will there be nice people?'' Nova tilted her head to the side to take a glimpse of Gohan.

Gohan smiled. ''Yes! Except for one man, he's even grumpier than Piccolo most of the time'' They laughed together, with an angry Namek in the middle of it. Great, they already had formed a team against him Piccolo thought sourly.

''SILENCE! It is not important because I am NOT going!''

His outburst had effectively silenced them. Only crickets interrupted the almost anesthetically quiet forest for ten seconds. Gohan did not look Piccolo in his furious black eyes, because he had known he had crossed an invisible line. Piccolo's weird behavior from last night entered the surface of the young Saiyins mind. His attempt to silence them was just a feeble extract of his pityless eruption from last night. Piccolo had completely returned to his old self again he concluded relieved. Nova was the first who dared to speak again.

''Well maybe you should reconsider it.'' She added softly.

''No'' He answered bluntly and crossed his arms in a defiant way. Great, now I have two stupid weaklings nagging on my head about this stupid party he thought.

Then Nova's tone changed. ''Piccolo PLEASE let's go! It's an awful long time ago I have been in touch with nice people!'' I've never met nice people actually, she added bitterly in her mind.

Piccolo looked sideways to hide his slightly hurt expression at Nova's last comment. Was he alone not good enough for her, like she was for him? Or was it in her human nature to chronically communicate about nonsense with other weaklings? Gohan observed Piccolo's demeanors closely The mysterious female apparently had triggered some sort of emotion within his former sensei he could not decipher. Besides last night, he had never seen Piccolo so emotional moved by any other human. He was holding that girl calmly against him and it almost looked like he was used to it.

Piccolo sighed finally. Nova tilted her head to the side to look Gohan in the eye again. They silently exchanged a small smile, both knowing that Piccolo had given in. Nova jumped up and down almost freeing herself out of Piccolo's grasp.

Gohan knew it was time to go, before he would say something that would change Piccolo's mind. He let himself float for a few seconds to say goodbye.

'Maybe you'll introduce your friend properly tomorrow Piccolo'. He earned a growl for that comment. Gohan threw three capsules towards him. Piccolo caught them easily and watched his former pupil fly off. Nova looked amazed at the trail of dust Gohan had left behind. So this young friend of Piccolo possessed super powers too. He seemed trustworthy, but you can never be too careful though, she concluded. With her mind elsewhere, she folded her arms, to subconsciously protect herself. Piccolo turned around abruptly and looked sternly in her eyes to intimidate her a little. He wanted to put an end to a couple of question marks that had been bothering him constantly for the last weeks in his mind.

''We are going to the party, if you tell me where you come from and what has happened to you. You promised yesterday you would tell me''

Nova's eyes widened when memories from the past year flooded into her mind again. 'I...I honestly don't know Piccolo' She answered truthfully. 'All I know is that I woke up in a locked room on a bed a year ago. Since then, unfamiliar people have been experimenting on me. I don't know the purpose of those experiments'. She paused a moment to gather her thoughts. She wanted to suppress the emotions that were raised within her being when certain memories formed images in front of her frightened eyes. She failed anyhow. Tears started forming in her hazel orbs, but they never slipped pass her eyelids. After a short pause she had obtained the structure in her mind again. She continued her story by describing experiments that had been performed on her brain and body.

''After they had done numerous experiments with needles, terrible sounds, and different fitness equipment, 'they' placed me in another room, with red marks on the sheets. I had tried to escape before, so they put a guard next to my room to keep a eye on me.''

Piccolo listened intently to every tone, every word and every sentence that flooded in shreds from her mouth. He gripped her shoulders to urge her to go on.

''All I know is that the first series of experiments contained research to my stamina possibilities. What came next was the research to how my healing mechanism was functioning'. Nova swallowed hard. The tears on her eyelids that had been threatening to fall down, spilled softly on her cheeks, almost wearingly. She had been trying to hold them in. Shock hit Piccolo when he linked the horrible injuries when he had first found her to the story of her past she was telling on this moment. He gripped her shoulders harder and clenched his teeth at the same time. Her embittered eyes shone brilliantly in his face, reminding him to stay calm and let her tell him what needed to be told.

Nova didn't want to discuss the diet that she dreaded the most out of all the tortures she experienced. But she had to, she silently concluded.

''The diet''. She inhaled and exhaled a lungful of air, to cool her twirling emotions, gripping and clawing at the pit of her stomach.

''The diet varied. Most of the time the food was repulsive, but they made sure I ate it. I struggled at first, before they strapped me on a chair and plunged a tube in my throat to force the food down. Afterwards, I always puked in the small toilet that had been settled next to my bed, because I wasn't allowed to go out of that room. My body just wanted to get rid of those foods at all costs. For two weeks I had been starving and I felt my strength weakening gradually. The guard had noticed this and always showed me what kind of delicacies he was eating during his day time shift to torture me. He had offered food in exchange for sexual favors. I obviously denied, but after I discovered it was getting hard for me to stand straight, I reconsidered that filthiness.'' Nova stopped when Piccolo growled harshly. She questioned if continuing was the right thing to do. After Piccolo gave her a slight shook to urge her to go on further, she proceeded reluctantly. 'I noticed him almost falling asleep every time I gave him a 'favor'. When some sort of scientist had sliced skin and flesh open on different parts on my body, I decided that I would do anything in my power to escape that place. So I tricked the guard in falling asleep on the bed after I had done my best. I reached for the keys around his neck, but he regained consciousness too soon. He attacked me instantly, but after he had punched me three times around the room, I managed to force my elbow in his temple. And then I ran for a couple of hours and ended up in this forest''. She looked him directly in the eye, searching for any sort of emotion.

Piccolo abruptly turned his back on her. Words describing horrifying stories played over and over in his head, like a mantra, displaying and covering his powerlessness at the same time over what had been done to her. He hadn't been there to protect her. He rammed his head into a wall of the cave, leaving a dent behind. Nova touched his shoulder with a trembling hand, afraid of rejection. The green Namek didn't respond for a few seconds. He needed to regain his calmness in this moment. He had to postpone the feelings he was experiencing right now so he could give her emotional shelter. The Namek concentrated on regaining his tranquility. He slowly turned around, sadness coloring the lines around his eyes. He pulled her softly against him and he let her leak water from her eyes staining his gi a darker purple.

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Piccolo was nervously tapping his foot in the opening of his cave. He had to force himself to do things today he clearly was not ready for. Correction. He would never beready to go through these two things. One. He was going to a party. Two. He had to talk to Gohan about his outburst from the other night. He was anxious to get it over with. He would rather hunt a couple of scientists and guards down to slowly torture them to death. He had already fantasized about some suitable tormenting techniques. Their blood would be sprayed in beautiful patterns on the wall and certain nails and limbs would one by one slowly alter into ash. Behind him was his object of affection, the cause of all these new sensational feelings, crouched on the cave ground and twiddling with some capsules. His impatience grew by the minute and the tapping of his foot accelerated.

''We are going. NOW!''

Nova didn't respond immediately. ''I just can't decide which dress to wear.'' She thoughtful proceeded to look through different types of clothing.

Piccolo rammed his head into the cave with a loud growl, leaving another dent.

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