"Congratulations!" Bulma cried, watching Nozomi walk out of her tent.
"Thanks," she blushed.
"Zomi!"
They all turned to see a purple haired girl waving at them as she tried to push through the crowd, and Nozomi laughed, "Lynn!"
They ran towards each other, though how they ran in mini skirts and heels was beyond any of them, and threw their arms around each other, squealing insanely. Piccolo's eye began twitching, and when it finally stopped, he sighed in relief.
"When did you get here!"
"I got here before the finals. Girl you kicked ass!"
They began chattering, and Nozomi seemed to finally notice everyone staring at her, "Oh, Lynn, let me introduce you to my friends."
The introductions went as expected, Master Roshi, Oolong, and Yamcha the ones who almost forced Nozomi to have to drag her away. Though apparently, the attention from Yamcha was fine, as Lynn began flirting with him shamelessly. Nozomi rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Oh, I was coming to see if you wanted to go out tonight," Lynn said, looking at her, "All of you. You know to celebrate?"
"Sure," she said, "Tholi said we won't leave until tomorrow anyway."
"Great! Who else wants to go?"
"I think we'll be heading home tonight," Chi Chi said, looking at Gohan, "But I suppose you can too. Just don't be home too late."
Gohan stared at her, tempted to ask where his mother was, "Thanks Mom."
"Well, I'm definitely going," Bulma said, "I haven't been out in so long. I guess I better jump at the chance since my parents are watching Trunks. There's no need to even ask you, is there?"
She was referring to Oolong and Master Roshi, who had been attempting to look under Nozomi's skirt until they'd caught Piccolo's glare.
"You want to go honey?" Krillin asked, looking at 18.
"I'd love to, but who's going to watch Marron?"
"I'll watch her," Kosui chirped, coming out in time to hear an offer to watch the cute little girl, "I love children."
Marron took the opportunity to grab Kosui's hair and yank it painfully, Kosui's jade green eyes tearing up. Nozomi smiled, "You sure you don't-"
"Tholi would kill me," she whispered, "I'm surprised you asked."
"Well, let's go," Lynn said, purposefully grabbing Yamcha's arm.
"Are you going Piccolo?" Nozomi asked, watching him raise a brow, "Come on, I brought you some clothes, why don't you come along?"
"No," he said, watching Gohan look at him and mentally curse.
"Yeah Piccolo, come with us," he added, not seeing Nozomi's Cheshire grin.
"You're outnumbered P-sama," she smirked, pointing towards the tent, "Now go and change, and I don't want to here any complaints."
"I'm not-"
"If you don't go, I won't talk to you ever ag-" she scowled.
"Than I'm definitely staying here," he smirked.
She took a deep breath, "Then just go as you are!"
She grabbed his arm and began dragging him, making Gohan stare at them.
"They sure are . . . something," he muttered, shaking his head.
x
"How do you find these places?" Nozomi asked, sitting back down at their table with a large drink.
"We went here last time," Lynn smiled from Yamcha's lap, "What is that and how many have you had?"
"It's a Lay Me Down and Fuck Me, and it's my-" she began counting on her fingers as everyone but Vegeta stared at her, "I'm gonna say third, maybe tenth."
"You're drunk!" Lynn laughed, watching Nozomi pout.
"I am most certainly not!" Nozomi scowled, draining half of her drink, "And that is that!"
"I'm ready to dance," Lynn said, pulling Nozomi's drink away and finishing it, "Come on Zomi."
"Oh fine!" she sighed, grabbing Gohan and pulling him up, "Come on Gohan, relax a little and let's dance."
"But, I-" he began, seeing Vegeta and Krillin both smirking, "What?"
"Go on, I think you'll have more fun than you think," Krillin said with a wink.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Gohan said, his cheeks turning red.
He allowed her to drag him onto the dance floor, looking over at Yamcha and Lynn, and jumping when Nozomi turned and pressed against him. He began relaxing after a few minutes, beginning to move with her, his face feeling hot as she ground against him.
x
Piccolo watched them with a frown, not seeing Vegeta look at him and smirk.
"Jealous Namek?"
He scowled, shooting the Saiyan a glare, "Don't be absurd."
"I'm surprised she got you to come. Then again, come might be the key word," Vegeta continued.
"I have no idea what you're going on about," he growled, wishing he couldn't hear him over the music.
"I'm sure," he said, ordering another beer.
x
Nozomi dropped down and then rose back up, running her hands over Gohan's body as she did, watching him blush. She glanced over and saw Piccolo staring at them as she rolled her hips and leaned back, rolling her entire body against Gohan's as she moved back up. Gohan stared at her and watched Lynn pull her over to a go-go platform, his jaw dropping as they began grinding against each other.
x
"Mom's going to kill me if I don't get home soon," Gohan said two hours later, watching Nozomi's head hit the table as she passed out.
"Yeah, we better get going," Bulma agreed, "It's a long drive back, even in an air car. You all keep in touch this time."
"Sure thing, Bye Bulma, Gohan," Krillin said, "Come on 18, we need to get Marron."
"Who's going to carry Nozomi?" 18 asked, looking over at her, "She sure as hell can't walk like that."
"I'd be happy to do it," Master Roshi said, disappointed when Piccolo grabbed her and tossed her over a shoulder, holding her so her skirt was impossible to look up.
"Well, see you later Piccolo," Krillin said, containing a smile, "Good luck with her."
Piccolo grumbled under his breath, hearing her groan when they got outside.
"Put me down," she moaned.
"No," he growled, angry at her for a reason he couldn't name.
"Fine you bastard, when I vomit, I'm aiming down your shirt."
He rolled his eyes and tossed her into the fountain they were passing, "Sober up then."
"YOU EVIL!" she screamed, coming out sputtering and shaking, "Now I'm freezing!"
He watched her shiver for a moment and then wordlessly took his cape off his pauldrons and put it around her shoulders. She wrapped it around her and caught up with him as he walked back towards the stadium, "Why are you angry with me?"
He looked down at her, looking at her flushed cheeks and her slightly blue lips, "I'm not."
"You're not good at lying," she sniffed, looking up at him, "What is it, really?"
"Nothing Nozomi," he replied, feeling her put her arm through his.
She leaned her head against him, feeling unbearably tired as they reached the tent.
xxxx
"When are you going to teach me to fly?"
Piccolo opened an eye and watched as she loaded a bag into the van, "When you're ready."
"Any clue when that'll be?"
"When I say so," he replied, watching her scowl at him.
"And if I figure it out before you have that epiphany?"
"Then good for you," he said, standing up, "It'll save me some aggravation."
He took off and she sighed angrily, "I can't wait for the day when that no longer works."
x
Piccolo walked into the house and flipped on a light, sighing at the heavy silence. As he entered the livingroom he glanced at the bookshelf, going over and looking at the titles.
"Island of the Four Seasons," he muttered, pulling it down and taking it over to read.
x
"Siren's ready to train," Tholi said, watching Nozomi look up from her book, "And the Warhorse trials are in August."
"Am I even allowed to enter?" Nozomi asked, raising a brow.
"You're not a priestess," she replied, "I'd like to see you enter the Path of the Ancients too."
"With Siren? I don't know, she's only three," Nozomi said, concerned, "It's a long race."
"Just think about it," she said, "You can at least have her ready for the Trials."
"I suppose I could," she nodded, "But, I don't know about the Path. Horses, and people, die in it all the time. I don't know if I'd be ready, much less Siren."
x
He walked silently and purposefully into her room, spotting her over at the balcony doors. The long white dress she was wearing clung to her curves, and he closed the door, watching her turn and walk towards him. He fought to hold himself still as she slid a hand up his chest.
"I've been waiting for you," she whispered seductively, the dress falling from her shoulders to the floor with the pull of a ribbon, "I'm yours."
He pulled her to him possessively and kissed her roughly, his hands roving over her pert breasts, pulling a sigh from her lips. She began pushing off his clothes, the feel of her hands on his skin making him tremble. He picked her up before he lost control and tossed her light frame on the bed, staring hungrily at her as he removed the rest of his clothes.
x
Nozomi walked in carrying her bags and glanced into the living room, pausing and raising a brow. She backed up and looked in. Piccolo was reading one of her books with the queerest expression on his face. With a shrug she continued upstairs; she'd ask once everything was unpacked.
x
With a final groan he collapsed against her, softly kissing her lips, "That was amazing."
She smiled, tracing his jaw as they basked in the glow of their lovemaking, her coral lips parting. . . .
"Whatcha reading?"
Piccolo yelled in shock, watching Nozomi fall back and stare at him, "Don't sneak up on me!"
"I didn't! And how could I with those satellites on the sides of your head?" she yelled back, "Gods, you act like I caught you doing something dirty."
"I'm not!"
She blinked and then smirked, "What are you reading?"
With a frown he incinerated it, "Nothing."
"Dammit Piccolo, you can't go burning me books!" she screamed, pausing, "Are you blushing?"
He felt more blood rush to his face, "No!"
"You are!" her smirk returned, "What is it P-sama?"
"Nothing,' he growled, wishing she'd drop it.
"Were you reading a chick book?" her face looked ready to split if she grinned any wider.
"No," he muttered, his eyes roving over her once, his tongue unconsciously running over his lips.
She paused, taken aback by the way her body reacted to the small action, and then forced a chuckle, "Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone. I'm going to take a shower." A very cold shower.
He watched her leave, heaving a sigh before he got up to get himself a glass of water.
xxxx
Nozomi put her hands on either side of her supporting foot on the balance pole, carefully doing a handstand and scissoring her legs, a drop of sweat running down the bridge of her nose. She snorted and blew it off, wishing she had a shorter pair of doge pants. She'd begun wearing the choli and leg wraps that was the Temple style with her normal pants, finding them more comfortable in the humid July weather.
Piccolo opened his eyes and looked at her, sweat running down the valley of his spine even as he sat in the shade under his oak tree. He'd abandoned his turban and cape before ten, the humidity and heat climbing steadily since then, beginning to make him regret coming outside. He watched a bead of sweat trickle down Nozomi's flexed stomach and swallowed hard, his mouth dry, fighting against the pulling sensation that had started in his groin. Trying to clear his mind to meditate was becoming increasingly hard as of late.
'Not the only thing getting-'
Nail, I swear, if you don't stop-
'Come on P-sama,' the other Namek's smirk was obvious, 'Just admit you desire her.'
I don't. Do me a favor and go to Hell!
"Piccolo?"
He opened his eyes and saw Nozomi standing there, "What?"
"I'm going inside, it's getting late. You coming?"
He grunted as he put his feet on the ground, feeling stiff. His eyes were glued to her hips as he followed her, flashbacks from the book she'd caught him reading running through his mind, and he forced himself to stare at the back of her head.
"- you don't have to go if you don't want to."
He hadn't even heard her talking, "What?"
She stopped and turned around, causing him to just miss bumping into her, "I said the Warhorse Trials are next month, and Tholi wants me to compete. Weren't you listening?"
"I was. You were just mumbling," he said, pushing past her and tensing as their arms touched.
She stared after him, I know I wasn't mumbling.
He got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drained half of it, hoping it would cool him down quickly. He jumped as hands slid over his shoulders and spun around, staring at Nozomi.
"Are you all right, you seem tense," said, seeing something in his eyes that made her breath catch.
"I'm fine," he growled.
"You're also a bad liar," she smiled, taking his hand and leading him back to his bedroom, "Take off your shirt and get on your stomach."
He stared at her, "Excuse me?"
"Your ears don't just frame your face Piccolo, use them," she quipped, "Now do it."
Out of curiousity, he did, laying on the bed diagonally so he could stretch out completely, "What exactly is the point in this?"
The bed dipped down and he jumped as she straddled his hips, beginning to panic, "What are you-"
"Relax, I'm just going to rub your back. I'm not trying to molest you," she chuckled, watching him give her a suspicious glare from the corner of an eye.
He let out a frustrated sigh and settled back down, enjoying the feel of her on top of him, "Just get it over with."
Rolling her eyes, she lifted up enough so she could undo his sash and roll his pants down to the bottom of his hips. She settled back down on his backside and stared at his back, clearing her throat and starting at his lower back, applying pressure on the heels of her hands along the sides of his spine.
His tension began to slowly dissipate, only to be replaced by a new tension in his groin at the rhythmic rocking of her hips against his butt. She hit a sore spot and he groaned before he could stop it, giving in to the pleasure as she worked on the middle of his back. She smiled, pulling his arms down to his sides so she could get to his shoulders, feeling him shiver as she gently ran her fingers over his biceps.
x
By the time she had finished, he was putty in her hands, and he moaned as she pulled her nails gently down his spine, drawing little circles back up.
"Feel better?" she asked, thinking she was definitely taking a cold shower after this.
Her only answer was a small groan, and she chuckled, leaning down and kissing between his shoulder blades, "Goodnight Piccolo."
"Hmm," he hummed, barely finding the strength to open an eye, looking at the clock in sedate surprise. She'd been rubbing his back for two and a half hours.
She listened to his little grunt as she got off his hips, a shock running through her, and she went straight into the bathroom, stepping under the icy spray with her clothes on, heaving a heavy sigh. I can't do this. Why can't this have happened with someone else? Someone who'll feel the same way about me?