Hey, here's the next chapter. I hope you like it! Once again, I do not own Dragon Ball Z. Akira Toriyama does. I also do not own anything dealing with the Forgotten Realms. Wizards of the coast own that. Please don't sue me, I have no money. *looks at wallet sadly*

Chapter Six

The lord of murder shall perish. But in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny. Chaos shall be sown from their footsteps. So sayeth the wise Alaundo.

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It was dark. The air hung heavy with the thick, sickly sweet stench of death. Everything was black; just a swirling mass of tortured shadows. A tall figure stood in the blackness, searching. The only light was coming from a faintly glowing orb. The figure stared into the sphere, searching. He would find the object of his desire. She was somewhere, in one of the worlds. He would find her…even if he had to destroy every dimension to do so…

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Foxglove woke up suddenly! Something was wrong! She could feel her body covered in sweat, with every pore fuming with salty water. The night had given her a dream that left her awake, crying. She sat there for a few moments, shivering, trying to collect her wits. Then her mind slowly focused on Piccolo. Almost instinctively he could hear her anguish. Piccolo continued meditating, deciding to ignore it, and let her sleep. 'She needs to take care of herself. I can't be her nursemaid, and come whenever she calls.' He thought, as he meditated, alone.

"Where…where am I?" Foxglove whispered, her voice soft. Then she remembered. Being attacked, being saved. The people, and the Lookout. Mostly, she remembered the one who smelled like home. Piccolo…the name itself was enough to make her shiver. She decided that since she wouldn't be able to sleep, after her nightmare, she would find Piccolo. When she stood up, she noticed that her red dress from earlier was gone, replaced with a plain white nightgown. Discounting it, she softly padded out of the room and towards the courtyard. It was there that she saw him. He appeared to be asleep. Foxglove stood there for a moment, shivering, wondering what to do. She didn't want to go back to bed; her nightmare had taken care of the last vestige of tiredness she had had. Sighing she slowly turned to go back to room when she heard his voice.

"What are you doing?" he said, his voice a deep purr. When she turned, Piccolo felt like he had been hit very hard in the stomach. Tears stains still streaked her pale face, and she looked terrified. He immediately felt like an ass for not going to her when he first sensed her needing him. He also caught sight of the fact that she was shivering. The filmy nightgown looked perfectly serviceable, but afforded little protection from the cold night air. He suddenly stood up and strode towards her. Without thinking, he placed his heavy cape around her shoulders. Surprisingly, she was able to bear its weight comfortably.

"Arigatou, Piccolo-sama" she said, her voice slightly husky. Piccolo looked at her face, and it was as if the moon were lighting up her eyes, causing them to shimmer like twin golden stars. It also gave her a somewhat ethereal appearance, with her long black hair flowing behind her as if it were part of the very shadows itself. Her pale skin seemed to glow faintly. It took Piccolo's breath away.

"Are you feeling better?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of her. Foxglove shivered again, but Piccolo sensed that it wasn't from the cold.

"Truthfully, I'm afraid not. I…I had a bad dream. I dreamed of death, and pain. I dreamed of blood. Bad things will happen soon. So much death. It was as if the world itself were bathed in blood." She sobbed. Before Piccolo knew what he was doing, he was embracing her. Foxglove laid her head against his chest and sobbed. Before he knew it, he was holding her in his arms. Soon her cries subsided. She looked at Piccolo, and he looked at her. It was as if time itself were standing still for the two of them. As if in a trance, Piccolo picked her up gently and brought his lips down to hers. Instinctively, Foxglove leaned upwards into the kiss. It was as if she were struck by lightning. Hot white light coursed through her body, and she quickly pulled back for breath. Piccolo looked at her in surprise. He had never expected that feeling of excitement. She looked equally surprised. She looked at him, her lips parted in expectation.

'What have I done?!' Piccolo though wildly. 'I just kissed Foxglove! And I enjoyed it!' he was brought out of his frantic reverie by Foxglove's husky voice.

"Piccolo-sama, why did you kiss me?" her golden eyes stared at him. Piccolo looked back at her, his obsidian eyes revealing nothing, or perhaps, revealing something hidden deep inside.

"I have no idea." He said softly, the words rolling off of his tongue like midnight thunder. "I have no idea what possessed me to kiss you." He finished, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he realized that he was still holding Foxglove. She was snuggled up against his chest, her breathing even. One of her ears twitched slightly.

'She's asleep' he thought in awe. He slowly walked towards her room. Maneuvering into the room, he gently placed her on her bed, and pulled the covers up around her. It would be dawn in a few hours. He was about to leave to return to meditating when he heard her whimper. She was still asleep, but it was obvious that she was having a nightmare. Sighing, he walked back towards her bed and sat down beside her. He brushed her hair out of her eyes gently, and wrapped her up in his cloak. She sighed at his touch, and smiled slightly. Piccolo smiled in return. Soon, he had her calmed down and sleeping peacefully. He was about to leave, when he heard her voice. It was softly, but his ears picked it up easily.

"I love you, Piccolo" she said in her sleep, her ears flicking slightly. Piccolo again felt like he had been hit in the stomach. Her, love him, a demon? He shook his head suddenly.

"I must have misheard her," he whispered, "that's it. She said something else." He quickly took his leave after that. He didn't like these emotions that he was feeling…

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Foxglove stretched luxuriously as she woke up. She had had the most peculiar dream. First, she had dreamed that she had had a nightmare, and had gone looking for Piccolo, then when she had found him, he had comforted her and kissed her. 'That was the best part of the dream' she thought to herself, grinning. When she got up from her bed, she saw a pair oh cut off shorts and a tank top waiting beside her bed. Curious, she looked at the attire. There was a note on top. She carefully picked up the note:

'Dear Foxglove,

I had Gohan bring these over for you. You look like you're about my size. I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps we can talk soon.

Later, Videl.'

She smiled, wagging her tail slightly. She quickly reached for the garments and put them on. The shorts were a bit short for her tastes, but they fit fine. Someone had even made a hole in them for her tail! The tank top was black, and a bit too tight for her liking. She still got dressed and walked out of the room, looking for people. The first person she found was Dende. When he saw her coming, he smiled and walked towards her.

"Foxglove. How are you this morning? It is good to see you." He asked, while taking her hand. She smiled at him carefully.

"I'm fine, arigatou. Can you tell me where Piccolo is? I need to talk to him. Before Dende could answer, he was interrupted by Piccolo's deep voice.

"I'm right here." He said, his eyes not meeting Foxglove's. She felt confused.

"Piccolo, is something wrong?" she asked hesitantly, her golden eyes searching. He looked down at her suddenly.

"What is it?" he growled. Foxglove was taken aback by his tone.

"Are you busy today?" she asked, casting her eyes downward. She didn't want him to be angry with her.

"Why?" he asked curiously. Her golden eyes widened suddenly. She flicked her tail nervously.

"Well, if it wasn't too much trouble, I thought that maybe you could take me back to my home-just for a moment! I want to go and get my things. I can't live there anymore, and Dende has kindle offered for me to live her. She stopped when Piccolo shook his head.

"Not today, that's just not possible. I have patrolling to do. He noticed that Dende was looking at him funny. Piccolo quickly shot the younger namek a warning look, and continued with his story. You see, we fighters, have to patrol sometimes, to ensure the safety of the world. I don't have time to take you everywhere you want to go." He growled. Foxglove gasped, and stepped backwards, running into Dende.

"Gomen nasai, Dende-sama." She then turned her eyes back towards Piccolo. "Gomen nasai, Piccolo-sama, I had no idea that you were busy. Another time, perhaps. You've done so much for me already, and it was wrong of me to ask for more." She stated. She turned around to talk to Dende, when all of a sudden, she felt someone grip her arm tightly. She was whirled around to face Piccolo again. For a moment, he glared at her, and then sighing, he spoke.

"Alright, I'll take you home to get your stuff. But only for a moment, because I'm very busy today, got it?" he said softly, his voice like a feral purr. She nodded, smiling happily. 'What do I do to get myself into this' he asked himself gravely. For once, he had no answer for himself. "We'll do it now, and get it out of the way, okay." It was not a question. She nodded again. Piccolo picked her up, careful not to hurt her, and flew towards where he had found her.

"It's right through those trees, Piccolo-sama. Right…there!" she yelped happily, pointing to a cave that was partially hidden behind a tree and some brush. Piccolo was quite surprised.

"You…lived in a cave?" he asked, quite shocked. She looked up at him, her golden eyes wide.

"Yes, we've always lived there. Is there a problem? You don't have to go in, if you don't want to." She said quickly. Piccolo smirked at her.

"When I'm not at the Lookout, I live in a cave, just on the other side of the forest." He said. Foxglove smiled at him.

Can we go down and in now?" she asked, her golden eyes pleading. He sighed in mock frustration

"Yes, of course." He slowly flew towards the ground and landed in front of her old cave. Setting her down, he stood by as she walked towards the cave. Piccolo found himself watching her hips as they rhythmically moved towards the cave. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and turned away quickly. 'What in the hell was I doing? I was leering at her like, like…like I wanted her!' he jumped at this realization. 'Is it possible that I want her? Do I have feelings for her?' he pondered this as he stood there, in the glade. Suddenly, he heard Foxglove's voice from inside the cave.

"Piccolo-sama! Come here, for a moment, onegai! I want to show you this!" sighing, Piccolo walked towards the cave entrance. When he reached the opening, he stopped dead. Something was wrong with the cave. The very air smelled wrong. He was surprised that Foxglove hadn't sensed it, but she seemed to be caught up in her memories. Sighing, he walked into the room. If there was anything dangerous nearby, he would be sure to keep Foxglove close enough that he could protect her. Perhaps it was his imagination; but putting all his flights of fancy aside, though reluctantly, he accompanied her inside her once loved home.....

Well, there it is; the next chapter completed! So, what do you think, hmm? Read and review for me, and I'll update soon, okay? I hope you like this story, because it's about to get crazy! To all the reviewers, I luv you, miss you, and I will get to work on my next chapter soon, buh bai.