Inside the Chamber: the untold story of Piccolo and Jesscheaux

Written by: Jesscheaux

Disclaimer: I did not invent, nor do I own, DB/Z/GT or any of the characters, only the ones I created.

Author's notes: This is a supplmentary story that goes along with the Spectrum Revolution. You must read that first in order to understand this story. This is what happened the year that Piccolo and Jesscheaux were training in the time chamber : how the Namek and the Spectronian fell in love. There is NO content, just mushy cuddly stuff. So, if you prefer fighting, too bad! Jesscheaux is pronounced: "Jeh-shay".

Oh, and some of this is different from the actual story but that's how supplements are so too bad. ENJOI!

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"You're blushing." Piccolo observed as he studied a pink and red Jesscheaux.

"Don't remind me! Why'd you have to go and do that anyway?" she answered.

"Well, if I didn't drag you in here, I was afraid you would bolt."

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah, I know how you are, Jesscheaux.

"And how am I, Piccolo?"

He thought for a minute answered: "Completely insane!"

Jesscheaux rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure, like you're any better!"

He smirked at her, "Well, who's idea was this anyway?"

"Well, Einstein, if I remember correctly, It was YOURS!"

Piccolo blushed a bit, "Um, oh yeah, I almost forgot."

Jesscheaux continued ranting and raving: "It is really really hot in here! and the gravity has got to be 50x the earth's!"

"Here we go with the complaining again!"

Jesscheaux opened her mouth and then closed it. "I guess I should shut-up now, eh?"

"Sure, makes no difference to me." Piccolo shrugged.

"WHAT?!"

"I'm just saying we don't have to talk on and on insessantly over mindless topics, silence is just fine sometimes."

"Are YOU implying that I talk too much?!"

Piccolo shrugged again.

"Well at least I DO TALK. I can never get you to open up to me. Why won't you tell me about your past?"

Piccolo tensed up immediately. "I don't want to talk about it." he said solemnly.

"You never want to talk about it. What's wrong?"

"It brings up too many memories: bad ones."

"Everybody has bad memories, Piccolo. The best thing to do is talk it out. You can trust me, really."

"I do trust you, Jesscheaux."

"Then what's the problem?"

Piccolo sighed "I've never been close to anyone, besides Gohan, I've never had any parents I never really cared for anyone or had any friends for the most part of my life."

"That's it, you can tell me."

"Well, Ok." he finally agreed. (What's wrong with me?) he thought to himself, (I'm getting all soft again, like I did when I trained Gohan. It's just something about her, that makes me want to let go of everything.)

Jesscheaux looked at him with her big green eyes patiently awaiting his words. (He's so cute when he's thinking like that.) she thought (Just being near him makes me happy, and I want to see him happy as well.)

"Jesscheaux, I am from a race where we are all brothers; coming from the same father. My father was from a far earlier time than the current nameks. He and Kami were once one being. When Kami wanted to take over as guardian of the earth, he needed to purge himself of all evil. He succeeded, creating a separate being: Piccolo Daimaou, my father. My father was the devil himself. He terrorized the world and was locked away by Kami in a prison for many years. He was set free later on and began his conquest of the world. He battled with Goku and could not win. Goku defeated him and, trying to preserve the last of his life, I was born."

"Your Dad is the devil?"

"Was. The Demon King to be exact."

"Go on."

"Allright, and so I was born. I lived on the edge of the earth, alone. I never had any kind of contact for three years, except for with wildlife. I raised myself, trained myself, did everything for myself. I lived for the day I would kill Goku. After three years, I went to civilization to enter the world martial arts tournament. Everywhere I went, people stared

at me, laughed behind my back and made rude comments and jokes. I was a freak, and I knew it. There was no one on the entire planet who was like me, except Kami. I was a warrior with-out a past, charging into my future. I learned to keep my feelings bottled up inside and never show any emotion. I ignored the pathetic humans who shunned me because I looked different. It hurts, Jesscheaux, to be rejected and scorned; no one knew how it felt. It's not easy to be me." Piccolo paused, overcome with emotion and Jesscheaux came and sat beside him and put her arm around his shoulders.

"Oh, Piccolo, I'm so sorry! Please, finish your story."

"Ok, if you're sure you want to hear it."

"I'm sure."

"Well, I entered the tournament and worked my way up to the top, despite the fact that everyone said I'd never make it. I came out in the top two and went head to head with Goku. I'd been waiting my whole life for this. Goku and I fought a furious battle which lasted many hours and I tried every technique I could think of. Nothing worked. We pushed our bodies beyond their limits and Goku turned out on top. Disgusted with myself, I wanted to die. But Goku gave me a senzu bean and restored my health. No one had ever cared whether I lived or died until now. I recovered and went away to train. I told Goku I'd be back to kill him one of these days."

"Goku? and you? enemies?"

"Yeah, although it wasn't as bad as him and Vegeta are now. Anyway, years later, I found Goku again. His long lost brother, called Radditz, from a new race that we never knew about, had come back to get him. You see, Goku had fallen on his head as a youngster and completely forgotten his past as a 'Saiyan'Radditz tried to get him to rejoin with him and destroy earth but, Goku refused and Radditz kidnapped his son. To make a long story short, I ended up killing Radditz and Goku to save the

world from Radditz. Then, I took it upon myself to train Gohan because I sensed a hidden power in him. I trained Gohan for quite some time, and in the process, I became attached to the youngster. He was my first friend. To this day, I dearly love Gohan. He'll always be like a son to me."

"Piccolo, I'm touched. Maybe someday you'll have your own son."

"Maybe. Okay, well I'm getting closer to the end."

"I swear, I never heard you talk so much!"

"Don't get used to it. So, Radditz had warned us before he died that two more Saiyans were coming in a year and we all trained hard. When they finally arrived, there was a huge battle and I ended up dying along with Yamcha, Tien and Chaoutzu. Then,I trained with King Kai in the afterworld.

During this time I was dead , everyone else had gone to Planet Namek. They used the Namekian Dragonballs to wish

me back a while after. Here I found out about my past and origins. We fought an evil being named Frieza and I fused with another Namek, Nail, to become stronger. With my new power, I fought Frieza but he overpowered me and sent me to the brink of death. I survived, thanks to Gohan, and Goku defeated Frieza while the rest of us were wished back to earth.



Life was pretty normal after that until one day a purple-haired boy came and told us he knew when Goku was coming back from his bout in space and where he was going to land. We followed him and indeed he was right. Goku arrived and asked to speak

with him alone. The boy, called Trunks, told him he was from the future and he came back to save us, for the future was indeed grim. He was the only survivor of the Z warriors, son of Vegeta. I heard everything with my inhanced hearing ability but didn't tell anyone. Trunks informed us about the androids that were soon to be unleashed upon the world in three years and we trained heavily. You pretty much know the rest of that story. I was forced to fuse with Kami and I became a Super-Namek. I came extremely close to defeating Cell but failed. Gohan destroyed him and here we are now, waiting for yet another enemy."

Jesscheaux was silent for several moments. "Wow, I'm really glad you opened up to me, Piccolo. Everything is so clear now."

"Yes, I suppose. Now we have a new threat to us."

"I know. And it's all because of me. Newton is out to destroy me and he'll try to take planet earth with him. I almost wish I had died that day Spectrum exploded."

Piccolo's eyes widened, "Don't say that! I'd never have met you, and I don't want to even think about that."

"Tell me, what were you thinking that day I challenged you to a fight?" Jesscheaux inquired.

"Well, I was really impressed that you would walk right up to me like that and off the bat challenge me. After all you are a female. You weren't afraid of me and you didn't think I was weird, just accepted me for who I am. And I respected you and your fighting skills for you overpowered me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and Jesscheaux, I never told you this, but, I felt as if destiny had finally come for me when I looked at you. I knew there was something different about you. We've trained together for a long time now, and I just want you to know, that I care for you Jesscheaux."

"Piccolo, I care for you also. And I remember exactly what I was thinking when I looked at you for the first time."

"And what was that?"

"This guy is really something special, I thought to myself, don't let him get away."

Piccolo was shocked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am! I fell in love with you when I first saw you."

"Me? The freak? Love, a word I've never used. Something I've never felt. It seems like that is all changing now. Jesscheaux, you are my meant to be. I never thought it was possible to feel these emotions, but now I know it's true. I love you."

Jesscheaux began to cry tears of joy and she hugged Piccolo tightly. "I love you too." she whispered.

He held her close for a long moment, and then she looked up at him. They smiled at each other and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Their first kiss.

Precious moments, how they will last in our hearts forever.

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How is this possible?

This feeling you've awakened in me,

Something my heart has never before felt.

It consumes me like a fire.

As your eyes lock to mine

My heart flutters wildly and seems

to pound out of my chest,

I melt at your gentlest touch.

What? Love you say?

That is a word I've never used,

But there is a first time for everything.

~Jesscheaux 10/4/01~

This was written from Piccolo's POV about his feelings for Jesscheaux. (this is also posted as an original poem, so don't sue me because it is MY poem!)

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