The Torment: Lemon

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z and Ranma ½ do not belong to me, and never will, and I make no money from this fanfic. Heck, I don't know what possessed me to write a lemon. Hells, I don't know what make me write this lemon. It's weird.

(A/N: I suppose that you know, if you have read the previous stories, is that Piccolo got cursed to turn into a girl when he was splashed with cold water. That is how this story opens. No Videl to keep her on the right, and safe path.)

Piccolo-chan watched Gohan out of the corner of her eye, wondering why Eliza's talking to him was making her feel so annoyed. She tried to reason away the sudden urge she had felt to slug the human with the explanation that Eliza was bothering Gohan. Which she was. Gohan had been explaining a complicated math question to her when this insipid little blond dressed like a hussy had interrupted them. Her mind flashed to the various methods of death she would use when she became her old self again, then into pure rage when Eliza started draping herself all over Gohan.

She stopped, realizing what she was thinking. Why should it matter to her that Eliza talked to Gohan or not? The girl was stupid, and Gohan really didn't care about her at all, so why was she so bothered by it?

Maybe it was the way that Gohan seemed to stop thinking when Eliza looked at him. Maybe it was the knowledge that despite having several male students attempt to paw the new student, Gohan would never look at her that way…

Piccolo-chan jumped when she realized where her thoughts had strayed. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was looking at her, and her eyes settled on Eliza. Eliza wasn't paying any attention to her, but she gave her the death glare anyway. Piccolo-chan hoped that the sternness of her expression would cover up her embarrassed flush.

Eliza noticed, just then, the evil stare that she was getting. She wasn't very smart, but even a chick knows to get the hell out of the way of a wolf. Laughing weakly, she paled and ran.

Gohan, on the other hand, had not noticed what was going on, and was completely baffled.

"Clair-chan? What just happened? Did Eliza-san forget something?"

"How should I know?" Piccolo-chan grumbled, ducking her head. Her face was still a brilliant shade of pink. She got up.

"Are you feeling all right? Your face is red," Gohan said, worried about his good friend Clarinet.

Piccolo-chan noticed that her breathing was getting faster, the way it did when a hard fight was coming, and her belly was fluttering. She abruptly stood up.

They had been working on their math homework. It was nearly the end of class, and they had been given a little extra time before the next bell.

"I don't feel all that good," Piccolo-chan admitted. She was grateful when the bell rang. "I think I'll go home," she told Gohan, who was still oblivious to what was going on. "Ja ne!"

Moving with her more than human speed, Piccolo-chan was quickly out of the building. It didn't take her all that long to fly away, back to the forest she had lived in before getting cursed.

Piccolo-chan had some thinking to do.

She landed softly. By the time she had made it back to the forest, she had calmed herself down enough that she didn't feel like she was about to shake.

What happened back there? I felt like, I felt like, what?

It was the hardly the first time she had felt something she hadn't understood. She remembered vividly when she had been (how had Videl put it?) on the rag. Before, the workings of how male and female interacted made no sense to her. Well, she thought ironically, she understood why Bulma and Chi-Chi were so often put out with their husbands. Hells, now she wondered why she had ever considered women weak. She was easily as strong as any of the male Z Senshi right now, but being female automatically made everyone look down at her as a fighter. That had been frustrating.

She had been hungry, had the flu, used the bathroom, and gone through several of the things that she would have considered indignities when she had been a he. Not only had she survived them, she started to wonder if being female and human was all that bad, but this new feeling was so, so-

What the hell was it?

Sighing for what felt like the fiftieth time, she sat down, and took up her usual meditation pose. Her mind drifted back to what she was thinking about at the time, and how she had been thinking about Gohan…

A pleasant warm feeling started at the thought of him. Gohan had always been the only person who had really cared about her, and had tagged along behind her, trying so hard to get her attention. There were times that she wished she had given that attention to the little boy… At least now, she could join him in whistling.

Her mind strayed to the undeniable fact that he wasn't a little boy anymore. In fact, he was a young man, and one of the best that the human race had produced. He was really very beautiful, with his dark hair and eyes, graceful build, soft-spoken voice…

She felt her belly grow warm at the thought, but didn't notice, as she continued on.

Kindhearted, strong, ready to fight, but not willing to…

This continued for a while, until she started to wonder what he felt like.

His skin looked so soft, and she had started to enjoy the texture of hair-

There was a strange dampness then, and she noticed the burning sensation in her groin. It felt nice, though.

That trickle of dampness increased, and it broke Piccolo-chan out of her daydreams.

What? Did I just…wet myself?

But, I didn't have to- wait a minute-

She shucked her pants and underwear, and saw the wetness staining them. The smell was different from urine, as was the color.

I have a strong feeling this did not come from my bladder. Then it had to have come from…Oh, Dende.

There was only one other hole in the general area, and that was where it had to have come from. She had heard enough locker room talk to figure out what it was, and it was an explanation for what she was feeling.

I can't- Not for Gohan, he was my student- Almost like a son! He's still a little kid!

Fear ran along her veins. Fighting, she knew, but her own heart was uncharted territory. Why Gohan? This wasn't something that had been planned, or wanted.

She was Daimou Piccolo, Ma jr.! She couldn't feel something like this-

-this wanting…

-this need…

-this being about to explode…

With a scream, she powered up and flew off to Dende's Lookout.

Gohan watched as Clair all but ran out of the building.

He had just stood there, when there had been something clearly bothering her.

It had taken him a minute to recognize that, because on her way out, Clair had all but collided with him, their bodies touching, and Gohan had to cool down the sudden tightness in his pants.

Nani? I just got turned on by barely touching her!

Shimatta, she smelled nice…

That brief contact had made all sorts of thoughts fly through his head, and he was wondering if his face was as red as a cherry. He made his own dash to the locker rooms.

Without even bothering to strip, he turned the water on full blast and icy cold.

He sighed with disappointed relief when his erection went away.

Looking at his now wet clothes, Gohan groaned.

"How am I going to explain this?"

He walked slowly to the edge of town after school, not feeling like becoming the Great Saiyaman that evening.

Gohan had liked Videl, but she didn't seem as close to him as Clair. He had known her longer, but he had confided more in Clair; felt that he could tell her about anything. Unlike Videl.

He appreciated Videl as a good friend, as a beautiful woman, but not what she wanted.

It wouldn't be fair to her. He had thought long and hard about it, but she just wasn't able to keep up with him, despite how good she had gotten, and despite the fact that she had made several attempts in that area.

Besides, he thought of her too much as 'sister'. Not 'lover.'

He grunted at the thought, and turned towards Clair. Why was he so, well, so-

Okay, he was feeling lust, but that came after the friendship.

Disgruntled, he headed home.

What is happening to me? What is happening to me? What is happening to me?

Those words chanted like a mantra through Piccolo-chan's mind, as she tried to repress the warmth that would course through her ever so often when her thoughts turned to Gohan. Those same thoughts were with her when she landed on Lookout.

"Dende!" she shouted, her voice panicked. The young god was nowhere to be found. Her eyes frantically searched the area, but was unable to find him.

"May I help you, Piccolo?" said a voice from behind her. Piccolo-chan jumped, and turned to face both Dende and Popo. Popo was his usual unflappable self, while Dende cringed. He thought that Piccolo was here to yell at him again.

"Yes…" her voice trailed off. Then Dende saw the real fear there. It made him a little queasy; what could make him look like that?

Piccolo-chan stood there for several moments, collecting her thoughts, wondering how she should phrase this.

"I keep having these feelings that I don't know how to deal with," she stated slowly, like someone trying to figure something out.

Dende quirked an antennae. "What kind of feelings?" He thought that Piccolo already knew what he was feeling, but didn't want to admit it.

Her face contorted at the effort, first paling at the question, then flushing.

"Lust."

Dende's eyes widened as far as they could go. THIS was unexpected.

Or was it?

"Piccolo, you are a young human female right now, healthy, and attractive as humans see such. There isn't a reason for you NOT to be feeling things like that. Just don't do anything you might regret later."

"That's the thing," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm not sure that I can." She started pacing around the edge of the Lookout, making Dende have to keep up with her.

"Well, does this man return you affections?"

"I don't know…"

"Who is it?"

Piccolo-chan stopped so short that Dende ran into her back. "Gohan," she whispered faintly.

Dende couldn't have heard that right. "Say again?"

"Gohan."

"Son Gohan," Dende mumbled in shock. He was dazed until he saw the tears running down Piccolo's face. Piccolo never cried.

"I'm really a freak now, aren't I? I mean, wanting my student, like this, but I can't seem to stop myself…"

Dende had been rapidly opening and closing his mouth while this was being said.

"He's just a little kid, my student, someone that I gave my life for, if he finds out, what'll he think? That his sensei was a monster for feeling like that about a little kid…"

"He's not a little kid anymore, Piccolo, and you aren't who you were either."

The teary eyed girl looked into the eyes of the young Kami, searching for something.

"You said it yourself, you died for him. You love him. He is the only person that you have ever really loved, and it is expressing itself like that. Now you care about others, but he was the first person to open your heart. He has also grown up. Tell him who you are and what you feel and let him make his own decisions."

Piccolo-chan's eyes closed, and she swallowed hard. Turning around, she blindly jumped off the Lookout.

Gohan couldn't get the image of Clair's troubled face out of his mind. She had been hiding something, he wished he knew what.

He knew that she had always been hiding something from him, but he hadn't asked out of respect for her privacy. Although he had told her things about him in hope that she would open up. She had, in a way. She had told him about being abandoned by her father, lied to, and not having any friends.

She had always listened to him, though.

He got home, and said goodbye to the Nimbus. Thinking hard, he walked into the house. He nearly hit the door, and noticed that the lights where off. There was a note on the table, saying that his mom had gone to visit Bulma overnight, and had taken Goten to play with Trunks.

Grimacing, he found his dinner in the fridge, and then went to take a bath. Maybe more cold water would help.

Piccolo-chan's mind was still spinning when she arrived at the Satan's guesthouse that she had been staying at for the past few weeks. Videl had insisted, although for some reason she had been sad when she had said it.

Walking into the bathroom, she stripped, and sat on the little stool while she scrubbed, taking a little of the skin off. She dumped cold water over her head, grateful for the effect the cold had on her. Looking at the furor, she debated getting in. After a few seconds, she decided not to.

Now she was dry, but shivering with cold. Piccolo-chan pulled on one of her old purple gi tops, and found her comb. While it was bothersome to have her hair so long, Piccolo-chan found that the act of combing it out at night was about as relaxing as mediation. Though it didn't seem to work tonight.

Her thoughts turned to Gohan.

Gohan settled down to sleep, dressed only in his boxers. The evening was warm, despite his cold shower, and he kicked off his covers. He looked up, and out of his window. The moon shown down, frosting everything in its light, giving it the edge of the unearthly and unreal. It took him a long time to fall asleep.

Piccolo-chan's mind wandered, and she almost shouted with the despair it brought. Why couldn't she make a decision on this? She knew what she should do, but her heart shouted for her to do something else.

Maybe, if I just went and looked at him, she thought, things will make a little more sense. The longer she thought about it, the better the thought looked. Getting up, and walking to the window, she opened it, her long green hair flowing loose around her, and flew off.

It didn't take all that long for her to get there, maybe shorter than her piece of mind would have preferred. The door was unlocked. No one but an idiot would try and steal from them, and they lived so far away it was unlikely a thief would ever get out there.

The house she knew well, and before she knew it, she was standing in front of his door. It was open.

There he was.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. He was completely uncovered sans boxers, and the moonlight drenched him with its glow, making him look like a marble statue created by an artistic genius. His hair drank in the light like ebony.

He was beautiful. There was no other word she could use. She stepped softly up to his bed, looking at his smooth gentle face. Her hands itched to touch him.

Her breath escaped her throat with a soft sigh, and she started to stroke his cheek. His skin was as silky as it looked. From there she brushed up to his hair, marveling at its texture.

His chest, though… As she looked at it, she traced the scars that marred his chest, feeling their smoothness, and then glided her hands over the outlines of his muscles. She jerked away violently, however, when he made a soft moan.

Her eyes darted to his face, but he was still asleep, then some movement caught her eye. Looking down his body, she noticed that his boxers were bulging. She blinked.

(fading to black here, pouts I had to edit my very first lemon)

It was a few hours later. The two had fallen into a lovers' embrace after their lovemaking, exhausted. The held each other like that for a long time.

Gohan woke up slowly, and memory returned even slower. He was aware that there was something very warm next to him, and that it was on his chest. His eyes were still closed, and his hands became tangled in something silky. He stroked the tangles gently, and he noted the musky sent in the air. Odd, a detached part of his mind said, I only remember smelling that after 'kaasan and 'tousan had-

…Sex?

His eyes opened, and he saw Clair, and he remembered what had happened the night before. She looked like an angel. A fallen one, that detached part of his mind said. Moonlight sank into her hair, turning it black as his own, her skin bleached white as snow, and he kissed her forehead softly.

A soft sound issued from her throat, and she curled herself tighter against him. It was so cute that Gohan almost laughed.

Piccolo-chan's ear was next to his heart. It had lulled her to sleep, but then the extra noise it made as Gohan stirred woke her up. First she sighed, thinking about the wonderful dream she had, when the flesh-to-flesh contact woke her up fully.

"Gohan?" she murmured sleepily, then jumped away from him, when realization set in.

"No, no no no no no nononononononononono-" she groaned, voice breaking. She tried to run for the window when Gohan grabbed her.

"Clair, Clarinet, what happened, did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice frantic. He had heard that it hurt the first time for a girl, and he frantically began looking her over search of hurts.

He couldn't tell what she was saying, her voice too choked with sobs to say anything coherent. Taking her into his arms, he rocked her back and forth.

He heard her sniff, then in a ragged voice said," I'm sorry. This never should have happened."

She lay limply in his arms. Although embarrassed by what had happened, Piccolo-chan couldn't make herself regret it. The feelings that she had for Gohan were finally out, and she just had to see if he would accept her or reject her. If she could get up the courage to tell him.

"I enjoyed it, and- " Gohan broke off when he felt her hand cover his lips.

"I'm not who you think I am, Gohan. I am," she tried to spit it out, but couldn't.

"I don't care," he whispered in her ear. She stopped her hoarse sobs, and gazed into his face. He nuzzled her neck. "I think I fell in love with you, and I don't know why you are here, but I don't regret what happened. Whoever you are, whatever you are, I love you."

Again, Piccolo-chan snuggled against him, letting herself revel in what he had said, thinking back to the incredible pleasure she had shared with him a little while ago. Gohan would always be the person she was closest to in the world.

Neither knew what the small bite Gohan had given her meant, but Piccolo-chan fingered it anxiously.

"I'll always love you, Gohan, now matter what happens. Especially when you find out." She got up, pulling away from him.

"I-" Gohan started. "Not like this, you aren't," he mumbled, and grabbed her again. They both stood, and Gohan brushed his lips against hers, tasting her tears, feeling her heart flutter. Suddenly he was pushed to the ground, and Piccolo-chan grabbed her gi top-

Her purple gi top-

And said," Ask Dende about me, Gohan-chan. I love you."

She was gone, and Gohan started to remember the images he had seen in her mind.

His eyes widened, as far they would go.

"Piccolo?"

To be continued….

(Evil, aren't I?)