Chapter 25- Date Night
When the son's had returned home, Piccolo was found watching TV alone, as Yusagie and the young one took a nap, she lived for those daily naps.
"Where's Yusagie?" asked Goku as Gohan quickly jumped onto the couch beside him to see what he was watching.
"She's asleep."
"Babies do that to you." Chichi commented as she slipped off her shoes at the front door. "Speaking of babies, I've been meaning to talk to you Piccolo."
Piccolo didn't want to talk to her, in fact, he was not fond of talking to Chichi ever and tried his best to avoid it at all times, Yusagie was their mediator. Muting the TV, he turned to look at her out of respect. "Yes?"
"When was the last time you and Yusagie went on a date?" Removing her coat as it was still cold outside, she hung it up on a hall tree beside the door.
Piccolo gave a small chuckle. "We don't go on dates."
"Why?" Her arms were crossed, and he could tell she was about to get aggressive.
Piccolo shrugged. "It's not a part of our culture, and if it was, we are not together."
"Do you care about her?" Gohan wondered innocently. This was not something he should have been asking.
"Uh—ahh—Why are you asking me about a date?" Piccolo avoided the question and steered it back to Chichi as much as he could. He would never admit such a thing.
"I've been watching her over the last few months decline. She's sad. She's getting depressed being inside all the time and taking care of a child. She has also gained quite a bit of weight." Chichi explained to Piccolo as he just sat and listened. Goku stood beside her as if he was backing her up, but Piccolo knew he just stood there, so he wasn't yelled at.
"I know she has gained weight. She looks good actually. Yusagie is healthy now, and it makes her a better fighter if need be." Piccolo defended himself, as he felt like Chichi was saying she was not only fat but Piccolo made her that way.
"She is depressed, take her on a date. I'll watch the child tonight if you just take her out. This isn't an option. I'm telling you that you have too."
Rather than slouching, Piccolo sat up on the couch and looked at Chichi. "Where would we even go? We don't do earthly things like you both do. There is nothing outside these walls for us."
"Don't you guys like ice cream?" Goku mentioned as he tried to suggest something.
"All Nameks like ice cream." Piccolo smirked when he spoke, he truly did love ice cream, and he was a sucker for sweets.
"It's settled then, take her for ice-cream after she wakes up! I don't care if it's a sparring and ice cream date, just take her out somewhere." Chichi exclaimed as she patted him on the shoulder before walking past him. He was constantly pigeonholed by this woman who was making him do things outside his comfort zone.
"This whole plan sounds super gay." Piccolo made a comment, as she was now too far away to hear him.
Piccolo had waited a while, a long while with Gohan on the couch before listening to the cries of his son. It was a beautiful sound to hear, and it made him remember what he was training for.
Getting up he walked through the halls and down into their room where he noticed she was just waking up as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Get dressed loser. We're going out." Piccolo demanded as he walked into the bedroom where his son sat playfully in his crib, that he would just climb out of anyways when he wanted too.
Yusagie stared at Piccolo with confusion as she sat, holding a book he had given to her in their own language. "Where?" Yusagie had just woken up; she wasn't ready to just hop up and ho somewhere.
"Just do it. I'll tell you when we get there. And no sweatpants." He insisted she didn't look like the mom she normally was.
"I have nothing else." All Yusagie could think of in her drawer was the dress she wore at Bulma's anniversary dinner. Piccolo reached over across the bed and placed his hand on her thigh. Giving her gentle squeeze, he transferred his material energy to her, dressing her in a pair of modern skinny jeans, and a white shirt.
He looked up, meeting his eyes to hers with a smile. "Now do your hair." She was beautiful even when she wasn't dressed nicely, but she looked more beautiful in more fitted clothing "I'll be back in a bit." Yusagie sat there confused, where were they going, why were they leave? She did what she was asked, though. Yusagie brushed out her long knotted silk black hair and pulled it into a tight long ponytail. It took her a little bit, but when she was done, she grabbed their son and walked out into the hall with him. She followed the noise of the TV into the living, and the whole family sat on the couches. Piccolo himself was no longer in his fighting Gi, and he replaced his pants with a pair of jeans like hers and a yellow shirt that wrote, "Post Boy." His bald head and antennas were covered by a backward blue ball cap. Yusagie couldn't help but laugh, they both looked like silly humans.
"Alright, I'm going to take him!" Chichi sat up from the couch and snatched the child from Yusagie's arms. Yusagie was nervous. He was never without her, she was never without him. Would he be okay? Would she be okay? With hesitation, Yusagie handed him off. "He'll be fine." Chichi reassured her by patting her on the shoulder.
"Don't be anxious." Piccolo stood up and walked to her. He slid his hand down her back and stopped at the lower part of her side. "He will be fine."
Yusagie took one last look at her son before walking out the door. He seemed indifferent to them leaving, and she knew he would go back to sleep for the night soon.
It was cold outside; there was snow on the ground, though less than normal. Spring was coming, and it was a bit warmer. The nights were becoming shorter, and she could tolerate the weather with a sweater. Still, she was cold, and he quickly hurried her to the Son's car.
Hopping into the driver's seat, Piccolo turned on the ignition. "What are you doing?!" Yusagie was a tad scared as she watched him fire up the car. She hadn't ever since him drive, only had she been in the car with Goku as well.
"Driving." He gave her a look of confusion as he put his seat belt on and cranked up the heat.
"I've never seen you drive. When did you learn?"
"You don't remember the day Chichi made us go learn to drive?" Piccolo never got his license, but he was a good driver, and if he got pulled over, well, it wasn't his car so he didn't care.
"I don't." She replied as she put her seatbelt on as well once the car started moving. Piccolo drove over the hills of the mountain and down into the city. The drive seemed liked forever, at least, compared to flying. "Where are we going?" Yusagie asked as she broke the silence in the car.
"Stop asking me. You'll see." Was his only response as he pulled into a dark ally among the busy city streets. The night was lite up by flashing signs for bars and clubs. She was a bit worried at first when he parked, that he was taking her to drink again, an experience she didn't want to be repeated.
As he shut off the car and got out, she followed him. The ally was spooky, even in this human world she was in, but he brought her out to a wide street with sidewalks and busy people. No one really stopped to notice that they were green and exceptionally taller than everyone else.
Taking a turn, he lead her down another side street until they came to a small shop, opening the door, he held it and lead her inside. When she entered, she was stunned by the things she saw. Walls and walls of bags of clay, different pottery cups, and paints. She tried to figure out why they were here, why this place?
Piccolo walked up and spoke to the young man at the register, who then lead them both to the back, he had reserved a spot for them. As they walked down the hall some rooms and painting classes in them, some had people just doing their own art. She realized this was an art studio, but why?
Leading them to an empty room with two pottery wheels, Yusagie was surprised he even remembered.
With a nod, Piccolo let the young man leave as he sat down at his own wheel. "So how do I do this?" He asked and looked at Yusagie who failed to sit down just yet. "What?" He looked at her with his eyebrow raised in question. Why was she staring at him like that?
"Why are we here? Why this?" She wondered. It was sweet none the less.
"Chichi said I needed to take you out. And well, here we are. You said you enjoyed doing pottery as a kid and so now you can do pottery."
Piccolo shrugged. This was very well thought out by him, as he tried to think of something that she would enjoy, and that showed her he cared. "So are you going to show me or not?"
Yusagie's heart melted. She didn't say anything but sat beside him at her own wheel. After a moment of taking in the experience and the silence, she reached over to a bag that was in-between them and pulled out a hand full of clay. "Grab some." She instructed to the Namek who couldn't help but smile. So he did.
"You're going to place it in the middle of your wheel like this." Yusagie demonstrated by throwing the clay into the center of the wheel, and then poured a bit of water onto clay before pressing the pedal. She formed it in her hands by pressing down and lifting up several times, feeling every piece of clay in between her fingers and nails. Piccolo tried to copy her, and imitated everything she was doing. It was harder than it looked.
They talked to each for hours as they created bowls with one another, pots and plates. They threw clay at each other and became messy. Their clothes ruined and they now needed to be washed. Her pots came out flawless and his, well, they were a little lopsided, but he had never engaged in anything artistic, it was relaxing, and now he understood why she enjoyed it.
"Thanks." Yusagie began to clean off her wheel with water and picked up the unused clay off the ground.
"You're welcome—It's midnight, the place is closed. We should start heading home." Piccolo did the same as he cleaned off his hands and his wheel. When they were done, both walked out back into the busy midnight streets of Orange City. She couldn't help but slide her fingers into his as they walked back to the car, gently holding his hand. He squeezed her fingers back for a moment, but he felt odd, he was in public, and he had to slip away from her grip.
Everyone was asleep when they had made it home. They changed their clothes and put on something clean. It was late, but the talk of taking her on an ice-cream date made Piccolo want ice cream.
Yusagie sat cross- legged in front of the TV as the volume was down low enough no one could hear, but her ears could hear the faintest sounds. He handed her a bowl of ice cream, and he couldn't have taken her on an ice-cream date, he felt it was too cold outside to do it, and too cliché. Yusagie smiled as she grabbed it from him and didn't hesitate to devour it, as he did as well. When she was done, she placed the bowl on the end table beside her and looked at the man she had spent over a year with.
"Thanks for everything tonight, getting away was nice." The breather from his son was a change of pace, and she was happy to see that he was asleep in his crib.
"I'm sorry I removed your hand earlier, you know how I am, I just—" Yusagie then reached for his hand again as he spoke to her, he decided to let her this time.
"I know how you are. But you know what I don't get enough of?" Yusagie turned her head and smiled as she looked at the man she laid beside every night, the man she cuddled with every other night, and the man who protects her every day. "Kisses."
Piccolo chuckled as he looked away from with embarrassment. "I don't kiss you enough hu? I kissed you not that long ago."
"Tiens? That was almost six months ago." Yusagie was at the point with the two of them that she wanted more intimacy, more being touched, more kissing, but was he there? Was he someone who even enjoyed things like that?
"No-I've kissed your forehead."
"Yeh my forehead. You tell me you love me but you don't kiss me."
"We don't do a lot of things." Piccolo added, he wanted to remind her they weren't human, and there were things he just didn't do himself in general.
Yusagie rolled her eyes at him as she sat back in the seat cushions watching the TV. Piccolo realized it had been that long since they did share an intimate kiss, and they have done nothing more than that. They had tried a few times since but were disrupted.
Leaning over, he kissed the taste of her ice-cream lips, pushing her tongue into his. He surprised her with his love, and she enjoyed every second of it. Those seconds began to last minutes as their lips moved together, wanting more of each other, needing more of one another. He felt his throat tightening. His mouth was dry. She was so close. Her heart thumped against her skin as he felt he couldn't get close enough to her.
His hands made it up the side of her shirt, stroking the soft spots of her skin before pushing her down into the couch. He hovered over her body as his lips traveled down her neck and to her collarbone. He realized that he could not stop touching her.
Yusagie reached her hands under his shirt as he arched his back, sliding her fingers across his skin, she began lifting his shirt off his body, and when she did, she threw his shirt on the ground beside them.
His hands explored her figure, feeling every curve, every inch of her existence. He traced the shape of her thighs beneath her clothes with his large strong hands.
Their movements became faster and heated as they touched one another with intimacy and sexual desire. Her breathing became heavier as he kissed other parts of her body, and he wanted the clothes on her body off, just as much as she did. His nerves were singing, his blood rushing.
"You want too?" Yusagie whispered into his ear, which forced him to stop his hands halfway up her bare torso and his lips paused in movement.
Did she mean what he thought she meant? He had to think about it, he had to analyze if she was talking about it and he wasn't misinterpreting her. "Right now? Right here?" Piccolo looked down at the woman he loved with more words than he could explain, more than his touch and his lips could ever portray.
"Why not?"
"Because it's the couch-" Piccolo responded in disbelief, he thought it was kind of funny that she even suggested such a thing.
"You have to live a little." Yusagie spoke in the most seductive manner possible, in order to persuade him to do so as she ran her fingers through her long dark hair. She was sexy; he didn't want to resist her.
"And what if Goku and his family woke up in the middle of the night?" Her lips moved swiftly from his neck to his lips again, meeting with hers for a moment before the idea of being caught couldn't escape his thoughts. She was determined to make love to him at that moment, but he parted his lips from her and slipped off of her body.
Yusagie wondered if she had taken it too far when she joked about being on the couch. "Did I do something wrong?" She wondered as she sat up. Piccolo reached his hand out to hers. She gripped in gently as he pulled her up.
"No, we should go to bed. I have training in the morning, and then we have that wedding. And—" Piccolo looked downed at his blue-eyed beauty, the woman that drove him nuts, the woman who he often couldn't stand. "We cannot continue this in our room, he's in there—"
"I know" Yusagie smiled, but truly she was disappointed. She wasn't going to push him, she wanted him to love her when he was ready, and that wasn't today.
With his hand on the small of her back, he gently caressed her skin and led her into their room.