Piccolo Is A Saiyan?!?!
Author's Note: Well... hmmm... Yamcha... tsk tsk. This chapter involves Bulma interfering where she doesn't belong. And my recommendation to anyone who wants to play cupid... don't. That's the moral of this chapter.
Piccolosdragon made a drawing of Piccolo- saiyan You can view it at http://members.aol.com/ZelAndPicFreak/piccolosaiyan.jpg
She also did a good picture of Sasha with Baby Trunks. You can view this one at http://members.aol.com/ZelAndPicFreak/sasha.jpg
Check it out! Now on with the next exciting chapter!
Bulma sets out a big platter of food for the Saiyan. Piccolo looks at the food and then proceeds to dig in. Bulma to Piccolo's surprise sits down beside him.
"So Piccolo… what do you think of Sasha?" Bulma asks.
Piccolo raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"She's pretty, smart and she obviously likes you!" Bulma smiles at the Saiyan.
Piccolo puts down the food and glares at Bulma. "I haven't noticed."
Bulma sighs and just when Piccolo thought she had dropped it, she says, "You'd make a good couple."
Piccolo groans and stands, walking out of the kitchen.
"But you haven't finished!" Bulma yells.
"I've lost my appetite." Piccolo shouts back.
Chapter Seven: Cupid Breaks An Arrow
Piccolo spars with Vegeta. Vegeta is pleased to have a challenging opponent and Piccolo is just glad to get away from Bulma. She's been threatening to play dress-up again, so he and Sasha could go on a date.
Bulma shouts up at Piccolo. "Come on, Piccolo! It will be fun!"
Piccolo glares down at her. "Do you not realize that I have to fight Cell tomorrow? I have no time to go out."
"Don't you see that's the reason you should go out! What if you die tomorrow?" Bulma yells back.
"That's why I am training, woman! So I don't die!" Piccolo gets punched by Vegeta in the face, which causes Piccolo to blast Vegeta into the ground. "Play dress up with your mate."
Vegeta struggles to get out of ten foot chasm he created with the velocity of his fall. "Like hell. Anyways, I don't need dressing up. I'm naturally handsome."
Piccolo chuckles. "Yes, I hear the rugged dirt-look is real popular with the ladies now."
Vegeta smirks at Piccolo, he was sure starting to rub off on the former Namek. "Better than your super-hero look."
Piccolo looks down at his gi. "Super hero?"
Sasha comes out with baby Trunks and Future Trunks. The three look at Sasha.
"What?" Sasha asks.
Bulma goes and takes Sasha by the arm. "I was just talking to Piccolo about you two going out on a date, tonight."
Sasha stutters shocked. "W-w-hat?"
"Woman, just mind your own business. Come on, Vegeta." Piccolo takes off, away from the corporation.
Vegeta follows. "So stubborn."
"Look who's talking." Piccolo quips.
"What was that about, Bulma?" Sasha looks to the blue-haired woman for answers.
"Oh come on, it's obvious you and Piccolo have a thing for each other." Bulma takes Trunks (baby) away from Sasha.
Trunks (future) raises an eyebrow. "Piccolo?"
Sasha rolls her eyes. "Please. Piccolo doesn't care about anything but fighting. And me… I am not interested in that man."
"I wouldn't be so sure about Piccolo. He may act like he doesn't care but I've seen him check you out. And you check him out."
"Yeah, right." Sasha folds her arms, tossing her braid over her shoulder.
Bulma reaches into her front shirt pocket and pulls out the picture. "Shall I prove it?"
Trunks (future) looks at the picture. "Yeah. I'd say this proves it."
Sasha snatches the picture away. "Let me see that."
Sasha gasps at the picture. Sure enough, Piccolo is ogling her.
"Believe me, now?"
Sasha turns and leaves. "That doesn't prove anything."
Bulma shouts after her. "Then why'd you keep the picture?"
Trunks sighs. "Well, it seems we have some stubborn individuals on our hands."
"Yes… well I know what they need!" Bulma runs inside with Trunks following her.
"What are you going to do?" Trunks asks, worried.
Bulma grins as she pulls out the good china. "I'm going to bring the date to them."
"I really don't think this is a good idea." Trunks shakes his head.
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Piccolo comes back from training as the sun is setting. He hops in the shower.
:::Piccolo shower scene number two!::: (AN: One more shower scene and I might just faint!)
Water runs over his chiseled chest, washing the days stress from him. But tomorrow… he must face Cell.
Trunks knocks on the bathroom door, thinking, 'I can't believe she talked me into this.'
"What is it, Trunks?" Piccolo opens the door, only clad in a towel. (AN: . . . . . . Faints . . .)
"My mother wanted your clothes for the wash." Trunks says nervously.
"Here." Piccolo hands Trunks the sweaty clothes.
"Oh, dinner's almost ready." Trunks adds as he exits.
Piccolo looks down at the towel. "Guess I'll have to wear those clothes that woman picked out."
Piccolo went to the closet. He rummages through the clothing. He pulls out a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and the black leather jacket.
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Bulma rushes into Sasha's room. She removes all the clothing and replaces it with one slinky black dress. Bulma snickers to herself and leaves the room hiding the clothing in her room and locking the door.
Sasha exits the shower and opens her closet… "What? … Bulma."
Sasha smiles to herself and takes the black dress. She holds it against her pale skin and looks in the mirror. "Well… this is better than going naked."
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Bulma calls the two down for dinner. Piccolo is first down and he looks at the table set for two suspiciously. It is awfully dark except for the two glowing candles at the table.
"Go on… sit." Bulma pulls out a chair.
Sasha clambers down the stairs and freezes when she sees the table. Piccolo stares at the beautiful woman. Her fragrant red hair flows about her slim waist, her white skin contrasted by the red ribbon-like chocker she always wears. The black dress clings to each perfect curve.
"What is this?" Piccolo looks back at the table and Bulma.
"Dinner." Bulma smiles. She is just too good, at least in her opinion.
Sasha smiles at Bulma and shakes one finger at her, which went unnoticed by the tall Saiyan. Sasha sits at the table. "Shall we?"
Piccolo folds his arms, and sits in the chair Bulma had pulled out. "Just us?"
"We already ate." Bulma unveils the two plates of food. "Voila."
Piccolo is practically salivating at the wondrous aroma coming from the food. Sasha sighs as she watches Bulma go to the kitchen, obviously for some long distance spying.
Piccolo looks up from the food to the woman across from him. Just what was she staring at? The candles dance in her emerald eyes as she stares at the pasta, trying not to look at Piccolo.
'Kami, he looks great in tight jeans.' Sasha twiddles the fork through the pasta.
(AN: Pasta… the consider it a food of love, but can anyone truly eat pasta and look good doing it? I know I look like a pig!)
Piccolo senses her uneasiness. 'So it's a setup… and she doesn't want to be here. That doesn't mean anything!'
Sasha stands. "If you'll excuse me, I'm not hungry."
Piccolo looks up at her. "Look. There is no reason to feel awkward. Just sit and eat. We are both adults."
"That's funny because you have sauce on your face." Sasha chuckles. "Mr. Mature adult."
Piccolo growls as he wipes his mouth. "I'll never get used to this confounded eating."
Sasha sits back down. "Well, I'd offer to feed you like I do Trunks, but I think you might be insulted."
Piccolo quirks an eyebrow. "I am not a baby."
"Well you sure eat like one."
Piccolo stands. "I will not be insulted by the likes of you, woman."
"The likes of me?" Sasha stands, hands on her hips. "Just what is that supposed to mean?"
"You are a lying little seductress."
Sasha glares daggers at the Saiyan. "Fuck you." Sasha storms up the stairs, slamming the door to her room.
Piccolo sighs, sits down and returns to eating. Bulma face-vaults. He didn't even go after her.
"Damn, some men are just morons." Bulma sighs.
****Bulma failed and probably made things worse. Piccolo gets ready to face Cell... will he be able to do it?****
Author's Note: Well... hmmm... Yamcha... tsk tsk. This chapter involves Bulma interfering where she doesn't belong. And my recommendation to anyone who wants to play cupid... don't. That's the moral of this chapter.
Piccolosdragon made a drawing of Piccolo- saiyan You can view it at http://members.aol.com/ZelAndPicFreak/piccolosaiyan.jpg
She also did a good picture of Sasha with Baby Trunks. You can view this one at http://members.aol.com/ZelAndPicFreak/sasha.jpg
Check it out! Now on with the next exciting chapter!
Bulma sets out a big platter of food for the Saiyan. Piccolo looks at the food and then proceeds to dig in. Bulma to Piccolo's surprise sits down beside him.
"So Piccolo… what do you think of Sasha?" Bulma asks.
Piccolo raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"She's pretty, smart and she obviously likes you!" Bulma smiles at the Saiyan.
Piccolo puts down the food and glares at Bulma. "I haven't noticed."
Bulma sighs and just when Piccolo thought she had dropped it, she says, "You'd make a good couple."
Piccolo groans and stands, walking out of the kitchen.
"But you haven't finished!" Bulma yells.
"I've lost my appetite." Piccolo shouts back.
Chapter Seven: Cupid Breaks An Arrow
Piccolo spars with Vegeta. Vegeta is pleased to have a challenging opponent and Piccolo is just glad to get away from Bulma. She's been threatening to play dress-up again, so he and Sasha could go on a date.
Bulma shouts up at Piccolo. "Come on, Piccolo! It will be fun!"
Piccolo glares down at her. "Do you not realize that I have to fight Cell tomorrow? I have no time to go out."
"Don't you see that's the reason you should go out! What if you die tomorrow?" Bulma yells back.
"That's why I am training, woman! So I don't die!" Piccolo gets punched by Vegeta in the face, which causes Piccolo to blast Vegeta into the ground. "Play dress up with your mate."
Vegeta struggles to get out of ten foot chasm he created with the velocity of his fall. "Like hell. Anyways, I don't need dressing up. I'm naturally handsome."
Piccolo chuckles. "Yes, I hear the rugged dirt-look is real popular with the ladies now."
Vegeta smirks at Piccolo, he was sure starting to rub off on the former Namek. "Better than your super-hero look."
Piccolo looks down at his gi. "Super hero?"
Sasha comes out with baby Trunks and Future Trunks. The three look at Sasha.
"What?" Sasha asks.
Bulma goes and takes Sasha by the arm. "I was just talking to Piccolo about you two going out on a date, tonight."
Sasha stutters shocked. "W-w-hat?"
"Woman, just mind your own business. Come on, Vegeta." Piccolo takes off, away from the corporation.
Vegeta follows. "So stubborn."
"Look who's talking." Piccolo quips.
"What was that about, Bulma?" Sasha looks to the blue-haired woman for answers.
"Oh come on, it's obvious you and Piccolo have a thing for each other." Bulma takes Trunks (baby) away from Sasha.
Trunks (future) raises an eyebrow. "Piccolo?"
Sasha rolls her eyes. "Please. Piccolo doesn't care about anything but fighting. And me… I am not interested in that man."
"I wouldn't be so sure about Piccolo. He may act like he doesn't care but I've seen him check you out. And you check him out."
"Yeah, right." Sasha folds her arms, tossing her braid over her shoulder.
Bulma reaches into her front shirt pocket and pulls out the picture. "Shall I prove it?"
Trunks (future) looks at the picture. "Yeah. I'd say this proves it."
Sasha snatches the picture away. "Let me see that."
Sasha gasps at the picture. Sure enough, Piccolo is ogling her.
"Believe me, now?"
Sasha turns and leaves. "That doesn't prove anything."
Bulma shouts after her. "Then why'd you keep the picture?"
Trunks sighs. "Well, it seems we have some stubborn individuals on our hands."
"Yes… well I know what they need!" Bulma runs inside with Trunks following her.
"What are you going to do?" Trunks asks, worried.
Bulma grins as she pulls out the good china. "I'm going to bring the date to them."
"I really don't think this is a good idea." Trunks shakes his head.
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Piccolo comes back from training as the sun is setting. He hops in the shower.
:::Piccolo shower scene number two!::: (AN: One more shower scene and I might just faint!)
Water runs over his chiseled chest, washing the days stress from him. But tomorrow… he must face Cell.
Trunks knocks on the bathroom door, thinking, 'I can't believe she talked me into this.'
"What is it, Trunks?" Piccolo opens the door, only clad in a towel. (AN: . . . . . . Faints . . .)
"My mother wanted your clothes for the wash." Trunks says nervously.
"Here." Piccolo hands Trunks the sweaty clothes.
"Oh, dinner's almost ready." Trunks adds as he exits.
Piccolo looks down at the towel. "Guess I'll have to wear those clothes that woman picked out."
Piccolo went to the closet. He rummages through the clothing. He pulls out a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and the black leather jacket.
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Bulma rushes into Sasha's room. She removes all the clothing and replaces it with one slinky black dress. Bulma snickers to herself and leaves the room hiding the clothing in her room and locking the door.
Sasha exits the shower and opens her closet… "What? … Bulma."
Sasha smiles to herself and takes the black dress. She holds it against her pale skin and looks in the mirror. "Well… this is better than going naked."
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Bulma calls the two down for dinner. Piccolo is first down and he looks at the table set for two suspiciously. It is awfully dark except for the two glowing candles at the table.
"Go on… sit." Bulma pulls out a chair.
Sasha clambers down the stairs and freezes when she sees the table. Piccolo stares at the beautiful woman. Her fragrant red hair flows about her slim waist, her white skin contrasted by the red ribbon-like chocker she always wears. The black dress clings to each perfect curve.
"What is this?" Piccolo looks back at the table and Bulma.
"Dinner." Bulma smiles. She is just too good, at least in her opinion.
Sasha smiles at Bulma and shakes one finger at her, which went unnoticed by the tall Saiyan. Sasha sits at the table. "Shall we?"
Piccolo folds his arms, and sits in the chair Bulma had pulled out. "Just us?"
"We already ate." Bulma unveils the two plates of food. "Voila."
Piccolo is practically salivating at the wondrous aroma coming from the food. Sasha sighs as she watches Bulma go to the kitchen, obviously for some long distance spying.
Piccolo looks up from the food to the woman across from him. Just what was she staring at? The candles dance in her emerald eyes as she stares at the pasta, trying not to look at Piccolo.
'Kami, he looks great in tight jeans.' Sasha twiddles the fork through the pasta.
(AN: Pasta… the consider it a food of love, but can anyone truly eat pasta and look good doing it? I know I look like a pig!)
Piccolo senses her uneasiness. 'So it's a setup… and she doesn't want to be here. That doesn't mean anything!'
Sasha stands. "If you'll excuse me, I'm not hungry."
Piccolo looks up at her. "Look. There is no reason to feel awkward. Just sit and eat. We are both adults."
"That's funny because you have sauce on your face." Sasha chuckles. "Mr. Mature adult."
Piccolo growls as he wipes his mouth. "I'll never get used to this confounded eating."
Sasha sits back down. "Well, I'd offer to feed you like I do Trunks, but I think you might be insulted."
Piccolo quirks an eyebrow. "I am not a baby."
"Well you sure eat like one."
Piccolo stands. "I will not be insulted by the likes of you, woman."
"The likes of me?" Sasha stands, hands on her hips. "Just what is that supposed to mean?"
"You are a lying little seductress."
Sasha glares daggers at the Saiyan. "Fuck you." Sasha storms up the stairs, slamming the door to her room.
Piccolo sighs, sits down and returns to eating. Bulma face-vaults. He didn't even go after her.
"Damn, some men are just morons." Bulma sighs.
****Bulma failed and probably made things worse. Piccolo gets ready to face Cell... will he be able to do it?****