Instruments in Tune: Invasion

**************************************************************************** *****************

Author's Note: well thank you to those who reviewed which were not very many.hehe but thank you all the same.

We had adult situation last chapter and the warning from the last chapters note still stands for this chapter..

If you are under the age stay away. This is your last warning. Or soon this story may not be available to those who are of age from the complaints of young people reading adult material.. just do not say we did not warn you.

For you people over 17 please read on.

**************************************************************************** ******************

Chapter 10: Private sentiment.

Goku had now been flying for close to an hour; he was searching for the last pureblooded saiyajin apart from himself.. Vegeta.

"Where is he, I know he is around somewhere" Goku growled aloud, thankful on one hand that the saiyajin prince was suppressing his ki as agreed but on the other hand could cause just as much danger to himself and the others by disappearing.

He flew on scanning the few patches of ground through the tree canopies that were visible form the air.

Yet, there was still no sign of Vegeta.

*I did not think he would have gotten this far in so short a time* Goku flew on picking up his flight speed their time was short.

**************************************************************************** ******************

Krillin sat at the entrance to the deep cave, on the ground he leaned against the rough wall of the ridge watching as a few leaves dangle from trigs on a birch tree then they would fall floating silently down landing by his feet.

He watched as they floated down swaying evenly then skipping on the air briefly then to the ground.

Form outside he could hear Gohan and Cyndel chatting abut sentimental tings, being so young what else could they speak of responsibilities, relationships enduring hardships of those you love they knew none of that and why should they.

"Your mother made you finish allll your homework before you could go and see the Namek's make their wish for a new Namek?"

Cyndel blurted to Gohan her jaw almost dislocating as it hung downward.

Gohan chuckled hiding his frustration at being made to do such chores Cyndel smirked much like those of her Namekian heritage, Mr. Piccolo sprang to mind.

"Don't worry Gohan, by mother makes me do things I don't like either, but I understand that they want what's best for me"

Gohan nodded.

"Yeah I know, my mom wants me to become a scholar but I also want to train and be a fighter like my dad" He hung his head.

"You will make them real proud Gohan, you are a great person, I know they love you for that more than anything and that has made them more proud than what a job description ever could"

She placed her down gingerly upon Gohan's slumped shoulder beside the thick white collar of the gi given to him by Piccolo.

Cyndel laughed she leaned down to Gohan's shock planting a kiss on his plump young cheek.

Cyndel watched as Gohan's face turned a flush of red and pink, he laughed sheepishly as his father would.

"Hehe well um I guess, but I really care about how my mom feels and I want her to be happy" he shifted his body to face Cyndel who sat a foot away beside him.

She in turn did the same.

"I know how you feel Gohan I want to always see my mom happy too, and I notice its when my dad is around she is the happiest"

Cyndel continued shuffling her sitting position, her legs now tucked into her chest a she rested her head on her knees.

"She smiles and laughs all the time when he is around and he does too, I do not know what I would do if I lost them" Her expression morphed from one of pride to one of sadness.

Gohan stepped in.

"I promise you will never have to worry about that Cyndel, everything will be perfect as it once was"

**************************************************************************** ******************

Again she had perhaps overstepped her bounds as her eyes widened as she watched the 7 foot stature of Piccolo step toward her swiftly.

She staggered backward toward her eyes not leaving his for a second she did not even blink.

Piccolos fists were tight enough to cut off his own circulation his fury was on the tip of his tongue, he stepped toward Isabelle ready to vent his anger through his ears if need be.then he stopped.

Before his Isabelle sat crouched into a almost perfect ball her knees tucked beneath her she stared up at him her eyes not full of fear.. what was he doing?

*What am I doing I can't.. can't be angry at her* these words kicked his in the head with more force than any opponent could ever inflict, he was seconds away from striking someone he cared for, that he. .Loved more than anyone even more than Gohan.

*Oh god I really should mind my own business, he will never want to look at me again* Isabelle thought her body pushed up against the cave wall as she struggled to distance herself from the Namek she had enraged.

After her comments he swung around his eyelids flickering with fury, she was afraid he would strike her; all she could do was recoil.

Piccolo turned away walking back to the opposite wall he was silent unable to utter a word, he sat on the ground in his lotus position he could only meditate to clear his mind, it was a rage with emotion, anger aggression, guilt and yes love, the love he had for Isabelle that continued to curse at him for release.

He felt a small sting emanating from his forearm then another shortly after, he opened his eyes and turning.

Isabelle sat on her knees her eyes averted from his she slowly plucked the tack tipped thorns from his forearm one after the other dropping them to the ground where they blended with the leaf litter.

*I could have killed her why is she doing this, she fear or & odium me now? * Bewildered at her actions he watched as she pulled out the thorns one of her petite hands supporting his forearm while the other pulled out the thorns.

There were many thorns, yet she persisted taking the same amount of time with each making sure not to leave the tip embedded beneath his jade complexion.

He averted his eyes from the work being done on his arm to her face, she had still not looked at him but he could not help but look at her feeling the desire grow within his every time he blinked being blinded to her presents for just a second.

As she extracted the last thorn it began to bleed, she turned to her skirt pocket removing a clean tissue she dabbed the small would the tissue absorbed the purple moisture like a sponge, removing the tissue she smoothed her hand over his forearm feeling no embedded thorn tips she stood to return to her inspection.

Piccolo lunged out his hand grasping hers he pulled her back down to the ground beside him; they were now face-to-face inches apart.

Slowly there the gap between their lips tightened until not even air itself could penetrate there now locked lips.

The kiss was gentle yet slightly rushed, Piccolo again took the lead lowering them to the ground supporting himself off her body with one hand without breaking the kiss discarded his cape and turban.

Isabelle wrapped her arms around his masculine neck tacking in the all the ridges and curves savoring in the moment, she felt as Piccolos tongue entered her mouth she gasped slightly but did not faze the moment she pulled in her legs the butterflies rising once again in her stomach she knew what was to come, but was not frightened as the first time but wondered would it be any different?

Gently he trained his hand up her thin legs feeling her tuck her legs in further he ran hi palm up to her hip lifting the skirt along with him.

Responding she straightened out her legs parting them again his hand was warm and soft pleasing to the touch she shut her eyes basking in sweetness of the moment.

After only moments Piccolo was down to her undergarments he lips reaching her shoulder using his teeth he slid the strap down, kissing the skin as he worked back up to her neck, and then returning to her lips.

Isabelle felt large hand almost completely covering her back unhinge her white lace bra it slid completely off her body the humid slightly cold air rushed over her exposed breasts but was immediately soothed by piccolos warm tongue caressing them one after the other.

Still unable to open her eyes she felt something else a weight bearing down on her thighs, she felt afraid to touch it inexperienced she was afraid of displeasing Piccolo in any way, but she knows he was excited it was becoming increasingly apparent by the second.

Piccolo could hear as Isabelle's breathing increased suddenly feeling her emotions he looked up to see her eyes closed and smiled.

"Don't be afraid I would never harm you.. ever." he said to her ear then moved down her now slowly relaxing body reaching his destination he again used his teeth to remove the matching lace panties from her body.

Seconds later Isabelle jerked from the deep searing pleasure that waved within her, she tightened her eyes more afraid for it to end to soon, she moaned unable to contain it again and again at Piccolos movements within her body.

Finally Piccolo stopped his face again coming inches from Isabelle's she opened her eyes, her eyes having been shut had not seen Piccolo removed his gi bottoms but they were gone and saw all of him before her she averted her eyes again to his face.

Piccolo slowly began to enter her his desire was more than he though imaginable, he again locked his lips with hers feeling as her hands came o rest on his shoulders she was now relaxed to his relief.

He filled her completely gently he rocked them hearing the leaf little shatter beneath them at the friction along the ground, he grunted with every thrust & Isabelle gasped as his speed increased, one side of him afraid to hurt her the other afraid he would not please her enough.

Only sends later he reached is peek releasing his legacy within her he growled out load, feeling Isabelle's arms tighten around his neck her hands grasping what muscle she could as her body shuddering with delight she screamed out his name.

He fell beside her removing the link between their bodies his sweat emanating from his pores he pulled her close to him they both gasped for air, nether expecting their time together would oversea the first time. Nevertheless, it had even in its gentless.

Both fell asleep the warmth from the leaf litter floor educing it, Piccolo head rested beneath Isabelle's throat he slept as did she.

**************************************************************************** ***************

Thank you all for reading and please review!!!!!!!!!!