Piccolo Is A Saiyan?!?!
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter contains comedy and more comedy... so beware. And if you get offended by eating... don't read this. You have been warned!
"So I guess you got used to it?" A soft playful feminine voice says.
Piccolo looks at the clean plate, did he really eat all that?
His stomach grumbles.
"A Saiyan appetite, that's for sure." The woman chuckles.
Chapter Two: Hunger Pains
Piccolo starts on his second plate. He looks at the table to see the Saiyans shoveling food in their mouths. Is he going to start acting like them? He notices Bulma starts scolding Vegeta for some reason.
Piccolo notices his student is inside on the phone. He would usually be able to hear what his student was saying, but not any more. But he knows Chi-chi is on the other end, scolding the boy.
Will he become like them? Allowing the opposite sex to walk all over him… never.
Piccolo looks down to the plate. Empty. And the same for his stomach.
Sasha giggles. "Almost as bad as them."
Piccolo snorts and then goes to get more food. 'Stupid, woman.'
Piccolo notices he is getting stared at and he returns to the giggling woman, who just happens to be under his tree.
She hands him a tissue. "You got a little something…" She points to the corner of her mouth. "here."
Piccolo wipes his mouth and shoots her an angry look. "How long?"
"First bite." Sasha bursts into giggles again and baby Trunks follows.
Sasha stands and Yamcha practically tackles her. "You haven't eaten. Don't you want to eat? We can go out and get something to eat."
Sasha sighs and pushes the human away. "Twenty feet."
"Huh?"
"I told you to stay twenty feet away from me at all times." Sasha walks the opposite direction that Yamcha came from with Trunks cooing in her arms. Baby Trunks, of course.
Yamcha plops down under the tree with Piccolo. Yamcha stares at the grass, looking up at Piccolo, hopefully.He sighs, trying to get attention from Piccolo. Piccolo looks up from empty plate number three. "What?"
"Why doesn't she like me?" Yamcha whines.
Piccolo does not respond, especially since a certain Saiyan prince is walking over.
"I mean she likes Vegeta. And even Trunks but she doesn't like me." Yamcha sighs, yet again.
"That is because you are a weakling human." Vegeta quips, scaring the skin off of Yamcha.
Yamcha stands, glaring at Vegeta. "You will always be in my way."
Vegeta chuckles. "What are you going to do about it?"
Yamcha lowers his head, clenching his fists, "Nothing…. Yet."
Yamcha walks away and Piccolo is surprised when Vegeta leans up against the tree.
"Well, Namek. Since you now look like a Saiyan, you better not look like a fool at the Cell Games." Vegeta says stoically.
"And?"
"You will train with me and the brat for the remaining days, to make sure you can handle being a Saiyan."
Piccolo smirks, he knows he can handle it. "Fine."
Vegeta points to Sasha. "Tell the woman to find you a room. We start tomorrow." Vegeta walks away.
Piccolo looks down at the empty plate. "I have more discipline than this."
Piccolo stands and scans the party. Ah, Chi-chi just arrived and she's dragging Gohan and Goku home. Krillin is moping around, guess he is still upset about the whole Android incident. Yamcha is with the mopey pity-party. Vegeta is getting whacked away from the food by Bulma. There… Trunks (Future) is with Sasha cleaning up the food. Baby Trunks must be asleep.
Piccolo strides over to them and Sasha looks up. "Are you leaving, now, as well?"
"I am staying here for a few days. Vegeta told me you could provide me with a living space." Piccolo says as he stands pretty rigid.
"Oh, alright. Let me finish here-"
"I have it covered, Sasha." Future Trunks smiles at her.
"Ok, it seems my schedule has just had an opening so," Sasha leads him inside. "Did you get enough to eat?"
"An efficient amount." Piccolo answers.
"Alright." Sasha opens a door to one of the guest rooms. "Mine is next door if you need something."
Piccolo walks in the room and turns looking at her.
She looks at him and seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, she leaves.
"Women." Piccolo grunts as he looks around the room.
He turns to the left and a full-body mirror is in front of him. It's the first time he has gotten to see himself after the change.
Piccolo analyzes his new appearance. Same facial structure… Piccolo casts aside his turban. Piccolo combs a hand through his hair. Shoulder-length, pointy, definitely Saiyan.
He looks at his hand. No sharp claw-like nails, just powerful calloused hands. He takes his hair again, it's soft yet firm, he is a full-blooded Saiyan.
Piccolo takes off his weighted cloak and then his shirt. Just beige skin… no pink, no green, just vulnerable beige skin. Piccolo smirks. 'I guess I can see why Bulma mistook me for someone else. But how could she know… she has never actually met me before?'
Just thinking of Sasha makes the former Namek's head hurt. "An enigma. Why must I always… just leave it as an enigma, this time."
Piccolo looks around the small room. 'Now what?'
Piccolo picks up his shirt, and smells how dirty it is. 'Better change… wait… I can't do that, anymore…. I'll take a shower and have that woman clean it.'
Insert Piccolo Shower Scene Here… :::drools:::
Piccolo walks out in a towel wrapped about his waist. He has his clothing in his arms. He knocks on Sasha's door. The red-head must have just had a shower as well, because he can smell her scent. Sasha opens the door wearing a bathrobe.
"Yes?"
"My garments need cleaning." Piccolo grunts.
"Oh, well the laundry room is downstairs."
"I do not clean clothing."
"Then your clothing is gonna smell pretty bad." Sasha pokes the pile of clothing.
"I have never done it before. I could just conjure a new pair of clothing, now I cannot."
"Fine. I'll clean it this time but you better watch so you can do it next time." Sasha leads him to the laundry room.
Sasha takes the pile of clothing from him and tosses it in the washer. He looks at her bewildered, that was his weighted clothing, too. Sasha then takes the soap and pours it in the washer. She turns a dial and presses a button.
"Now you wait until it stops. Then you throw it in the dryer and turn this dial and press this button. No sweat." Sasha turns to have the very unclothed but towel-wearing Saiyan, in her face. Well, his chest was in her face.
"Thank you. I am sure I will be able to figure it out, next time." Piccolo sits in the chair.
"Well, back to Trunks."
Piccolo raises an eyebrow.
"Baby Trunks." She corrects herself, after the strange look from Piccolo. "Good night."
Piccolo watches her leave and then he shuts his eyes to meditate. There are many cons, Piccolo neglected to list. A major one is that he has Saiyan urges now.
Con: He is no longer asexual.
****Uh-oh. Piccolo just figured something out... he is a fully-male being now. And Saiyan urges can get the best of even the innocent Gohan, how will Piccolo deal? How many more cons will Piccolo discover? Can Piccolo train with Vegeta? And more importantly, Will Piccolo finish his laundry?****
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter contains comedy and more comedy... so beware. And if you get offended by eating... don't read this. You have been warned!
"So I guess you got used to it?" A soft playful feminine voice says.
Piccolo looks at the clean plate, did he really eat all that?
His stomach grumbles.
"A Saiyan appetite, that's for sure." The woman chuckles.
Chapter Two: Hunger Pains
Piccolo starts on his second plate. He looks at the table to see the Saiyans shoveling food in their mouths. Is he going to start acting like them? He notices Bulma starts scolding Vegeta for some reason.
Piccolo notices his student is inside on the phone. He would usually be able to hear what his student was saying, but not any more. But he knows Chi-chi is on the other end, scolding the boy.
Will he become like them? Allowing the opposite sex to walk all over him… never.
Piccolo looks down to the plate. Empty. And the same for his stomach.
Sasha giggles. "Almost as bad as them."
Piccolo snorts and then goes to get more food. 'Stupid, woman.'
Piccolo notices he is getting stared at and he returns to the giggling woman, who just happens to be under his tree.
She hands him a tissue. "You got a little something…" She points to the corner of her mouth. "here."
Piccolo wipes his mouth and shoots her an angry look. "How long?"
"First bite." Sasha bursts into giggles again and baby Trunks follows.
Sasha stands and Yamcha practically tackles her. "You haven't eaten. Don't you want to eat? We can go out and get something to eat."
Sasha sighs and pushes the human away. "Twenty feet."
"Huh?"
"I told you to stay twenty feet away from me at all times." Sasha walks the opposite direction that Yamcha came from with Trunks cooing in her arms. Baby Trunks, of course.
Yamcha plops down under the tree with Piccolo. Yamcha stares at the grass, looking up at Piccolo, hopefully.He sighs, trying to get attention from Piccolo. Piccolo looks up from empty plate number three. "What?"
"Why doesn't she like me?" Yamcha whines.
Piccolo does not respond, especially since a certain Saiyan prince is walking over.
"I mean she likes Vegeta. And even Trunks but she doesn't like me." Yamcha sighs, yet again.
"That is because you are a weakling human." Vegeta quips, scaring the skin off of Yamcha.
Yamcha stands, glaring at Vegeta. "You will always be in my way."
Vegeta chuckles. "What are you going to do about it?"
Yamcha lowers his head, clenching his fists, "Nothing…. Yet."
Yamcha walks away and Piccolo is surprised when Vegeta leans up against the tree.
"Well, Namek. Since you now look like a Saiyan, you better not look like a fool at the Cell Games." Vegeta says stoically.
"And?"
"You will train with me and the brat for the remaining days, to make sure you can handle being a Saiyan."
Piccolo smirks, he knows he can handle it. "Fine."
Vegeta points to Sasha. "Tell the woman to find you a room. We start tomorrow." Vegeta walks away.
Piccolo looks down at the empty plate. "I have more discipline than this."
Piccolo stands and scans the party. Ah, Chi-chi just arrived and she's dragging Gohan and Goku home. Krillin is moping around, guess he is still upset about the whole Android incident. Yamcha is with the mopey pity-party. Vegeta is getting whacked away from the food by Bulma. There… Trunks (Future) is with Sasha cleaning up the food. Baby Trunks must be asleep.
Piccolo strides over to them and Sasha looks up. "Are you leaving, now, as well?"
"I am staying here for a few days. Vegeta told me you could provide me with a living space." Piccolo says as he stands pretty rigid.
"Oh, alright. Let me finish here-"
"I have it covered, Sasha." Future Trunks smiles at her.
"Ok, it seems my schedule has just had an opening so," Sasha leads him inside. "Did you get enough to eat?"
"An efficient amount." Piccolo answers.
"Alright." Sasha opens a door to one of the guest rooms. "Mine is next door if you need something."
Piccolo walks in the room and turns looking at her.
She looks at him and seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, she leaves.
"Women." Piccolo grunts as he looks around the room.
He turns to the left and a full-body mirror is in front of him. It's the first time he has gotten to see himself after the change.
Piccolo analyzes his new appearance. Same facial structure… Piccolo casts aside his turban. Piccolo combs a hand through his hair. Shoulder-length, pointy, definitely Saiyan.
He looks at his hand. No sharp claw-like nails, just powerful calloused hands. He takes his hair again, it's soft yet firm, he is a full-blooded Saiyan.
Piccolo takes off his weighted cloak and then his shirt. Just beige skin… no pink, no green, just vulnerable beige skin. Piccolo smirks. 'I guess I can see why Bulma mistook me for someone else. But how could she know… she has never actually met me before?'
Just thinking of Sasha makes the former Namek's head hurt. "An enigma. Why must I always… just leave it as an enigma, this time."
Piccolo looks around the small room. 'Now what?'
Piccolo picks up his shirt, and smells how dirty it is. 'Better change… wait… I can't do that, anymore…. I'll take a shower and have that woman clean it.'
Insert Piccolo Shower Scene Here… :::drools:::
Piccolo walks out in a towel wrapped about his waist. He has his clothing in his arms. He knocks on Sasha's door. The red-head must have just had a shower as well, because he can smell her scent. Sasha opens the door wearing a bathrobe.
"Yes?"
"My garments need cleaning." Piccolo grunts.
"Oh, well the laundry room is downstairs."
"I do not clean clothing."
"Then your clothing is gonna smell pretty bad." Sasha pokes the pile of clothing.
"I have never done it before. I could just conjure a new pair of clothing, now I cannot."
"Fine. I'll clean it this time but you better watch so you can do it next time." Sasha leads him to the laundry room.
Sasha takes the pile of clothing from him and tosses it in the washer. He looks at her bewildered, that was his weighted clothing, too. Sasha then takes the soap and pours it in the washer. She turns a dial and presses a button.
"Now you wait until it stops. Then you throw it in the dryer and turn this dial and press this button. No sweat." Sasha turns to have the very unclothed but towel-wearing Saiyan, in her face. Well, his chest was in her face.
"Thank you. I am sure I will be able to figure it out, next time." Piccolo sits in the chair.
"Well, back to Trunks."
Piccolo raises an eyebrow.
"Baby Trunks." She corrects herself, after the strange look from Piccolo. "Good night."
Piccolo watches her leave and then he shuts his eyes to meditate. There are many cons, Piccolo neglected to list. A major one is that he has Saiyan urges now.
Con: He is no longer asexual.
****Uh-oh. Piccolo just figured something out... he is a fully-male being now. And Saiyan urges can get the best of even the innocent Gohan, how will Piccolo deal? How many more cons will Piccolo discover? Can Piccolo train with Vegeta? And more importantly, Will Piccolo finish his laundry?****