The next day, May was up quite early. She had decided that today was the day. Piccolo was coming over at noon to tell her all he knew about Saiyans and she was planning to get him to stay for dinner. Afterwards, she was going to give him her gift and attempt to tell him what she hoped he would return.
May showered and dressed in a lovely new outfit she had purchased yesterday. It was a lovely violet skirt that reached to about five inches above her knees and held tight to her legs. She also wore a white baby t-shirt that hugged the curves of her chest and back like a second skin, and had a design across the chest which was a vine bearing purple roses entwined within around a lighter purple heart. She had never worn anything quite like this, but Bulma had says that she looked 'drop-dead gorgeous' when she had tried in on in the store.
It was now about eleven and she still had an hour until his arrival. She decided to start setting everything up and by the time she was finished, it was only eleven-thirty.
May sighed in exasperation. Time just would not speed up no matter how much she wanted it too. She decided to just take a seat on the couch and watch a little television until the clock chimed the hour.
Meanwhile, Piccolo was at his waterfall, but he wasn't meditating. Instead, the burly Namekian was actually pacing. Unusual as it may seem, Piccolo was having a hard time figuring out how he was supposed to tell May what he felt for her. He had never been good with emotions, but believe it or not, the advice from everyone had actually helped him make up his mind.
Piccolo had decided that, no matter what happened, he was not going to allow his feelings to scare him. It was silly to admit, but he would rather face Freeza again than attempt to confront May. Piccolo sighed in annoyance. How could the great Demon King be afraid of a mere woman? It was easy if you couldn't in any way bring harm or see harm done to said woman.
It was pointless to argue with himself, and he noticed that it was almost noon. He decided to think about it on the way to his visit with May. He took to the air, flying slowly, and attempting to calm his hectic thoughts.
In a ship somewhere in space heading towards the planet:
"This is taking far too long," the woman scowled angrily at the front screen as she sat on the bridge of her spaceship. She turned slightly to look at the strange purple alien nearby, "Tell them to increase speed."
"B-b-but that could overload the engines," he stammered fearfully.
She looked at him angrily, her eyes almost flashing red, "Are you questioning my orders?" she hollered causing the little man to cower in fear.
"N-no m-m-mistress," and with that, he left the room to deliver the orders.
The woman smirked in satisfaction. After a few minutes, the gauges had new reading on them, and the ship was moving faster.
"Computer," she said, "How long until we reach the destination?"
"Three days, seven minutes, four seconds . . ." The monotone voice said.
"Perfect," she whispered in satisfaction. She then reached over picked up a photograph that sat nearby. "Soon my darling, I will avenge your death," she said as she ran her fingers over the figures face in the photo, tears welling up in her eyes.
She then thought back to all the preparations that she had ordered previously. She had sent a scout ahead to spy on the protectors of the pathetic planet they were heading towards. The data that he had sent back said that the killer was among that group. He hadn't found out who it was yet, but he did send that Prince Vegeta and one other Saiyan lived their.
At first she thought that they might help her avenge her loves death, but the scout had sent that the Saiyan Kakarrot acted more human than Saiyan, while the prince had started a family and was living peacefully at the moment. The remaining fighters were of no concern because they were too weak to even consider.
There was only one other person that could have possibly killed such a powerful man. He was an alien, a Namek, according to the records, and he appeared to be almost as powerful as the Saiyan's. He was the only possible link to her darling's death.
Back on the planet on the lookout:
Dende looked towards the heavens as the feeling of dread grew. "Something bad is coming," he whispered to himself.
Back to the couple:
Piccolo landed in the front yard of May's house at exactly twelve o'clock noon. He gently tapped on the front door, still making it sound like pounding, and the door opened to a beautiful sight. Had he been the sort to do so, his jaw would have hit the floor. But, because this was Piccolo, his lips did part in shock for a moment.
"Hey Piccolo," May greeted him with overjoyed enthusiasm. She had not been able to sit still for the past half hour, and now that he was actually here, she was sure he could hear her heart thumping its way out of her chest. "Come on in," she greeted and moved away from the door, motioning for him to enter.
He greeted her with a quiet, "Hello," and stepped into the dwelling. As usual, he was without his shoulder pads, cape, and turban. She took a seat on the couch in the living room, and he sat at the opposite end.
Piccolo noticed that there were several papers and a few books strewn across the coffee table. "Piccolo," she began hesitantly, wanting to get this over with before she lost her nerve, "I want you to read something first and tell me what you think, okay?"
Piccolo could hear the nervousness in her voice, and this puzzled him as to why she should be nervous when he was the one that couldn't stop staring into her beautiful eyes. "All right," he agreed.
She picked up a manuscript from the table and said, "This is my next book. It's . . . uh . . . actually a sequel to the book that you inspired me to write."
Piccolo was surprised at this, but he took the pages and scanned the cover, reading the title, 'Love in Writing'. He looked up at May and said, "I will read it under the tree outside." He stood up and walked to the door.
May followed nervously, "All right, but when you're done, tell me what you think?"
"Okay," he said, and went to sit under the tree in her front yard.
Three hours later:
May had taken Piccolo a glass of water before he began reading too far into the book, and she had subsequently been peeking through the curtains over her windows, watching his expressions, which never altered. She was growing increasingly nervous and worried the longer he took.
Piccolo's mind was in turmoil as his emotions raged. If what happened in this book had any bearing on the current situation, then it told him that May felt for him what he felt for her. It was coming together and he knew now what he would do. He wasn't a man of words, but actions.
Piccolo closed the book after reading the last page, and stood up, making his way to the front door of the house. In her excitement, May opened the door just as his fist was about to connect with the door. He lowered his arm and handed her the book, which she set on a small table near the door.
May looked up at him in quiet anticipation, her eyes betraying her love. He stood there quietly for a moment before he leaned down, his arm snaking its way behind her, and pulling her to him for a kiss.
Piccolo was new at this, but he followed his instincts and felt May respond. He could sense her happiness and joy radiating from her very being. He felt her heart beating against her chest as it was pressed up to his own.
As he pulled back, May remained pressed against him, her head now resting on his shoulder, and he heard her sigh in contentment. Taking her up in his arms, he stepped into the house and closed the door.
A/N: I'm sure you can guess who the mysterious woman is getting revenge for. I think it's obvious, but that's probably because I already know who it is. Also, for the time being, they're not going any farther than kissing, just to let you all know.