Chapter Seven-Part Five
Wherever you areSalla took a cooling shower and then went to bed. The hours passed by as she sat up in bed, and looked at the clock. The young lady could not sleep. Her thoughts and soul rested with Piccolo and how lonely the both of them were without one another. Salla pulled back the curtain and looked out the window that was over the bed.
Bulma came in to check on her sister-in-law. She walked over to the edge of the bed and crossed her arms. Salla was like a stone statue in the desert, as she sat in the middle of the bed.
"Salla... Are you ok?" Bulma asked.
"...I will be... I just need... I..." Salla said in a dry voice.
"...You love him... Don't you...?" Bulma asked softly.
Salla's glassy eye's widened slightly. She looked forward then lowered her head. Bulma sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on her sister-in-law's lap. The young lady dropped to her right side with her face close to the wall. Her tears and breathing slightly shook her body. The teal haired woman shook her head lightly and rubbed Salla's shin.
"Salla-Chan..." Bulma said with concern.
"...What 'He' are you talking about? There are alot of 'he's' in my life." Salla said with a sniffle.
Bulma shook her head, closed her eye, crossed her arms and sighed. Vegeta's wife then looked to the door and stood up. Salla supported herself with her hands and breathed in and out heavily. The young lady then sat straight, held herself and then wiped tears from her face.
"I think we both know which 'he' it is, Salla. Try to get some rest. Goodnight." Bulma said. The teal haired woman then walked out the room and closed the door.
A few hours later, midnight was about to turn on the clock and she still could not rest. Her brother and his family were very good to her, but she was half dead and restless without her soulmate. The young lady held herself, as thoughts raced through her mind. It was a withdrawal. Her body shook with a cold sweat, she rocked slightly back and forth and kept looking out the window. She knew what she wanted to do, but at the same time wanted to stay with her family. Salla swallowed heavily and dropped her head. She slowly shook her head then turned it to the window again.
"I'm sorry brother... You have been very good to me. But I will surely die if I stay in this cold bed. Please forgive me!" Salla said tearfully. She then went to the window and placed her hands on the sill. The young lady sighed heavily and closed her eyes. Salla opened the window and shook her head. The night breeze caressed her face and pulled her into the decision she had made.
Salla hopped over the bushes that lined the building and then closed the window to a certain point. The young lady looked back at the building as she walked away from it. Salla lowered her head and turned it forward.
"I only need a hour or two, just to see if he's ok. Then I'll be right back. I promise." Salla said in a low tone.
She lowered her arms and looked forward. Salla stopped a few feet from a short brick wall that lined the boarder of the property. She did not want to fly and have Vegeta sense her energy. The young lady looked at the street, sighed and then looked at the sky. Salla suddenly paused and saw a familiar figure standing on top of a radio antennae, attached to a four story building. Her eyes widened and face froze as she recognized the white cape flowing in the wind. Time it's self stopped as the two realized who one another was.
Salla regained her senses and ran forward.
The world around them did not exist, as they rushed toward each other. She then jumped on the wall and leaped from it. He opened his arms, and reached for her, as the young lady floated toward him. He caught her, while he floated mid-air, about 15-feet from the ground, and embraced her tightly, putting one arm around her torso, as his other hand held her head against his chest. Salla wrapped her arms around him tightly, and pressed her cheek against his chest, firmly.
They held one another, not saying a word as they continued to float above ground. The two absorbed each other's emotions, feeding their hungry spiritual beings.
"'Middle ground'..." The young lady whispered.
"There will never be one night, ever again, within both of our mortal lives, where we are apart... Not-One-Night!" The tall Namek said with conviction.
"Yes... Yes I know..." Salla sniffled. She then took in a deep breath and sighed. "Wait... Were... Were you... Stalking me?!" the young lady inquired.
"Were you leaving your brother's house?" Piccolo retorted.
They both looked at one another inquisitively. Salla and Piccolo then looked away from each other.
"Stalker." Salla snapped.
"Runaway." The Namekian warrior retorted.
"...I love you." She said softly.
"I love you, my heaven's tear drop." Piccolo said, with a kiss to Salla's lips.
Within the hour, Salla and Piccolo sat entangled within one another, on top of the building he was before. The young lady was cradled within Piccolo's crossed lap and arm. His cape covered her body, as his other hand rested on top her her thigh. Salla rested her head, just under his shoulder. He turned his face to her and kissed his lover's forehead. Piccolo then wrapped both arms around her and looked forward.
"We have a problem... Don't we?" Salla asked softly.
"Not really. Our souls hunger for one another. That's normal for soulmates." Piccolo stated.
"Well, yes... But I really felt like I was going insane. I Needed to be with you. I was lethargic and almost passed out. If I do not see you... Then it's like... It's worse than death." She said emotionally.
Piccolo rubbed her arm and shook her lightly.
"It will be alright." He assured.
"So... You're saying that... It's alright to..." Salla inquired as she looked at his face.
"If you do not... I shall..." Piccolo said in a deep, warm tone.
Salla looked at Piccolo in gentle awe. Her eyes sparkled and face blushed. He took the edge of her chin, tilting her face toward his. The tall Namek then stroked Salla's bottom lip, with his thumb, tenderly. Piccolo laid his lips against her's, and kissed her softly.
Piccolo walked her back to the window. She slid out of his arms and opened it, then crawled inside. It was only two hours before dawn. Salla leaned her face and shoulders out the window. Piccolo leaned toward her, putting his hand behind her head. They kissed quickly then pressed their foreheads together.
Over the next few days, Salla was noticeably refreshed and chipper. She was able to function physically, talk with Vegeta and Bulma and play with Trunks. And at night, she would await for her lover, to come for her. For a night or two he took her out of the bedroom. But for the remaining times he actually napped with her in bed.
"It really feel's strange that you are in here. It's my brother's home... But... I not only want you with me... I need you with me." Salla said in a low voice.
Piccolo held her close to him. He then rested his head on top of hers. " *Sigh*, that's one of the reason's why I love you. You have scruples, and I don't. Opposites attract." Piccolo mused.
Salla rolled her eyes and sighed. "In any case, tomorrow is my last night. So we can go back to where we left off in Japan. The house is coming along great. Thanks for the pictures. I'm happy." Salla said cheerfully.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to getting you back home." Piccolo stated.
"I'm home right now. Your arms are home." Said Salla, lovingly.
Piccolo looked at her in awe. They then nestled up with one another and fell asleep.
The next morning, Bulma woke Salla up. She then sat on the edge bed as the young lady settled herself to sit.
"*Yarn* Bulma? Everything alright?" Salla inquired in a groggy voice.
"Yes, it's fine. It's just that I wanted you to wear something cute today since it's your last day with us. You promised to be more girly." Bulma said.
"Oh, well... Um... I don't think I have anything with me that's like that." The young lady said in a low voice.
"I know! So that's why after I dropped you off here, the first day, I went to the store and got you this!" Bulma said as she held up a yellow dress.
"Oh... It looks just like the one that... That I wore when all of this happened. The... Blue... One..." Salla said slow and nervously.
"Yes it is! It's the same exact one, but a different color. You looked really cute in it, all the guys were turning their heads!" Bulma said with a wink.
"But, half of those guys are my family... So..." Salla said shyly.
"Well, if you don't want to wear it, then I suppose that I can always tell Vegeta about your nightly visits with Piccolo." Bulma said as she crossed her arms, turned her head away and closed her eyes.
Salla looked at her sister-in-law wide-eyed. She then held herself, sighed and lowered her head. The young lady put a few fingers on her forehead and closed her eyes. She then lightly smirked.
"Ah... Blackmail..." Salla said with a smirk.
"I suppose you did not realize that we have security camera's. I think you two are cute together. But it's still my house." Bulma said as she looked at Salla sternly.
"Well, It's going to be doubly 'fun' for the both of us when he gets mad at you for not telling him as soon as you found out." Salla said slyly.
Bulma and Salla looked at one another and paused. Salla crossed her arms and smirked. Bulma looked at the dress and sighed. She then looked at her clever sister-in-law.
"...Just put on the dress..." Bulma demanded, lightly.
Salla sighed and rolled her head back.
Within a few moments she found herself wearing the dress and the shoes to match. Salla walked into the dining room and sat at the table. Bulma was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, when she noticed Salla. She leaned toward the entrance and smiled.
"Ah, there's my cute, little sister!" Bulma smiled.
