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Chapter Seven-Part two Wherever you are

It being their last week, they decided to stay on the property. Piccolo told Dende to tell her family that they were training, if someone wanted to see her. Salla admired Piccolo working with the contractors during the day. At night, the two walked around the property, discussing their future and comforting one another.

Salla sat in bed. She looked at the small desk calendar on the nightstand, then sighed and looked down. The young lady felt a strange shift of emotions. Once she was disappointed and saddened that her eldest brother wagered her, now she was burdened by having to leave. More over, Salla was concerned about Piccolo. The calendar did not help with the red marks over the days, and a circle indicating the day she was to return.
Just then Piccolo stomped into the bedroom. He rushed into the closet, then quickly out of it. The tall Namek then bumped into a side table in the bedroom. He suddenly knocked off all the tables contents and kicked it.

"Piccolo, please! Stop..." Salla pleaded.

Piccolo paused, lowered his eyes and looked around. His hands turned to fist, as the rest of his body tightened. He then moved his head back slowly, swallowed and breathed in through his nose heavily.

"Come here..." Salla said as she beckoned him with two fingers.

Piccolo looked at her with widened eyes, then closed them and sighed. He sat next to her, put his forearms on his open lap and dropped his head. The tall Namek shook his leg rapidly, as his eyes fixated on the floor. He gritted his teeth and laced his fingers together tightly. Salla rubbed his back and leaned close to him.

"Look... I'm very sad too... I love you, and just because this 'arrangement" is ending, does not mean that our relationship is ending. It is most likely that Vegeta will want me to stay over a day or two. It hurts me being away for an hour from you, I know... It sucks... But please... Lets not ruin the remaining time being depressed and angry. This is not how I wish to end this time together. We are starting something good here. Please, baby... Calm down..." She said lovingly.

Piccolo blinked and sat still. He then leaned into Salla's arms and curled his legs on to the bed. Salla shook her head, kissed her teeth and looked down at him, with a smirk, as she rubbed his back and shoulders.

Later on, they took a relaxing shower together and went to bed. Piccolo and Salla could not sleep and kept thinking about their final days. She sighed and shook her head, then looked at the electronic clock. It was past twelve in the morning.

"Dammit! I can't go to sleep knowing it's going to be the last time wit' you for a while." Piccolo said with frustration.

"I know... It's like my body wants to stay awake and be with you." Salla replied.

"Salla... There's something I have to tell you." He said in a low voice.

"What is it? Anything." She said.

"You might be wondering why I... I haven't... Had intercourse with you as of ye-" Said Piccolo as he was interrupted.

Salla turned to him quickly and even more awake. "Yes! Very much so!" She inquired.

"Well... There's a stereotype that all Nameks are 'genderless'... That's not necessarily true. We can... 'Give pleasure'... In that way... It's just that... While I do want you with more intensity than 1,000 suns, I'm assuming you're a virgin and... I don't wish to... Hurt you..." The tall Namek said shyly.

"Oooh. Well, yes... I haven't been with anyone before... And, I have heard that it does hurt a bit the first time... But it's natural... It will be ok." Salla assured.

"It's not only that... You see... Um... I'm... I'm of 'copious' proportions... And... I haven't the experience neither." Piccolo said with an embarrassed face and heavy blush. "I mean, you've 'seen' me, right?"

"Well, not really. Even though we have taken baths together, I haven't ventured 'down there'." Salla said in a embarrassed voice.

Piccolo sighed, closed his eyes and then sat up. He reached over to the lamp and switched it on. Salla sat up and looked at him. Piccolo then proceeded to lower his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. Salla looked at Piccolo's face nervously. She then moved her eyes slowly down his chest, past the abdomen and finally to his crotch. The young lady paused and swallowed nervously. Piccolo crossed his arms and turned his head away from Salla, closing his eyes.

"Well... *Smacks lips*... With all of my reading on Namekians... I did not know they possessed three legs." Salla said dryly and jokingly.

Piccolo face filled with blush. He then pulled his underwear back up at lightening speed and sighed. Salla giggled and wrapped her arms around him.

" *Sigh* It will be o.k... I will just never look at a 24 ounce water bottle the same way again." Salla said nervously with a chuckle.

"Err... Salla-Chan...!" Piccolo snapped.

"Well... It's not like we can go to sleep anyway." Salla said as she moved her fingers up and down his nude chest. Piccolo opened his eyes in shock, then quickly turned his head to her. She then positioned herself forward facing on his lap and leaned her face close to his. The young lady rested her hands on his crossed arms and locked her eyes on to his. His mouth became slightly agape as trickles of nervous sweat fell from the sides of his face.

"But, Salla-Chan..." Said Piccolo nervously.

"It's going to happen eventually... So, why not now? Especially since we cannot sleep?" Noted Salla.

Piccolo darted his eyes to the side, tightened his mouth and blushed. Salla kissed his neck, put one hand on his chest, lightly, as her other hand took a hold of his privates. Piccolo gasped lightly. He then swallowed nervously and squinted his eyes as her other hand traveled down his body. She then pulled his boxers down, pressed herself against him and moved her hands up his abdomen, then past his chest. The young lady wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her lips within the cup of his neck.
Piccolo slowly unfurled his arms and caressed her back. He pressed himself against her, then lowered his head slightly, with closed eyes.

"Are you sure?" Piccolo asked.

Salla took his forearms into her hands, guiding them to her hips. She then sat up and slowly lifted her shirt off. Piccolo looked at her bare chest in awe. The young lady then took his hand and placed it on her breast. Piccolo pulled her close to him with his other hand on her lower back. Salla's hand's fell on his chest as they locked eyes. They tilted their heads slightly as their lips slowly met. Piccolo moved his hand up Salla's back, going past her neck, reaching the back of her head. He combed his fingers into her hair and grasped it gently, pushing her head to his. They kissed passionately as he caressed her breast with his other hand.

Salla and Piccolo did not slumber that night. They made love into the morning light. It started out gentle and slow, but quickly turned wild and unleashed. So much so, that the bedroom took damage from their pent up sexual tension.

Salla looked at the clock. The bright red numbers showed it was 9:40 in the a.m. She dropped her head back, resting her forearm over her chest. The young lady found herself in a broken bed. positioned vertical within it. Her knees bent over the sides of the victimized bed. Piccolo was laying just under her feet, on the floor. They had just went to sleep two hours before, but was awakened by the buzzing and ringing of his cellphone. Piccolo grunted and sighed as he raised himself from the floor. He reached over her, smirking, and then looked at the vibrating phone. The tall Namek sat against the wall, on the bed, next to Salla, and answered the call.

"Moshi-Moshi... Hai... Ohayou Gozaimasu..." Piccolo said over the phone.

Salla slowly sat up. Her lower half was sore from the hours long marathon of passion. She tightened her face and positioned herself against the wall next to him, still holding the cover over her chest. The young lady relaxed and breathed out of her mouth, gently. Salla then looked around the room. The table and nightstand were in different places from their origin. There were cracks and scratches along the walls, even reaching the ceiling.

"...Huh... That was... That was a' interesting one." Salla noted as she looked at the ceiling.

She rolled her head to Piccolo and watched him talk over the phone. It seemed he was talking to the contractors. He was usually out the door around 6:30 a.m., working with them. Piccolo turned his head away slightly from Salla, but then put his arm around her, and pulled her close to him. She put a hand on his thigh and looked at him lovingly as he rubbed her bicep.

"Yes, I'll be in later... Yes... I was up all night, making furious love to my wife..." Piccolo said nonchalantly.

"WH-WHAT?!" Salla yelled.

"O.k., hai... Hai... Sayonara." Piccolo said. He then turned the phone off and placed it on the floor. He sighed, lifting his forearm on top of his head.

"Hmph... In the daylight, you can really see the mess we made." Piccolo said calmly.

"Piccolo-kun!" Salla snapped.

"It's a good thing the furniture in this room aren't alive. They would of definitely called the police." The tall Namek said slyly.

"Stop trying to change the subject!" She protested.

"Hum?" Piccolo said as he turned his head to her.

Salla crossed her arms and looked up at him harshly. Piccolo slowly blinked at her. Then a sly, slightly open mouth smirk crossed his face.

"It's alright, Salla-Chan. I have other capsules." Piccolo mused. He then looked forward and crossed his arms behind his head.

Salla dropped her arms and looked at him in shock, with a widely agape mouth.

"You know that is not what I'm talking about!" Salla said in amazement.