Gohan smiled and held the door open for Videl and waved Bulma and Yamcha
through before following them inside. He walked cautiously into the living
room, waiting for the mess and broken furniture to leave them in awe, much
as it always had every time the chibi's stayed together under the watchful
eye of the Ouji. When they stopped in the doorway, however, a different,
and more pleasant, sight met their eyes. The room was in careful order,
only a few things were missing and had been piled neatly in one corner.
The two cubs were curled against each other, dozing, pressed into the
corner of a couch.
Gohan smiled as he saw Pan crack open one eye, yawn widely, and smile sleepily before nestling tighter into the fabric of the couch. Videl had walked into the room and ran her fingers through her daughter's hair while surveying the room farther. She stepped back with a slight, 'ooh' and Gohan felt his body ready itself to defend his family when Piccolo stepped from the shadows and smiled down at him.
"Oh, Hey Piccolo." Gohan smiled up at his old mentor. "What are you doing here?"
Piccolo nodded to the two girls on the couch, "Helping Vegeta."
Gohan nodded his head and looked around before letting out a low, short whistle. "I'll say you did. The place never looks this good when Vegeta is here with the kids by himself. Where is Vegeta anyway?"
A light snarl and thumping steps brought the Ouji down the stairs. "I'm right here, brat." Vegeta shot Piccolo a cold look before stepping off of the stairs and entering the room.
Bulma giggled and slapped at Yamcha, covering her sniggering with a well-manicured hand. Vegeta scowled, "Is there a problem, Onna?" Bulma giggled again.
"Oh, it's nothing, Vegeta." She winked at him and walked toward the kitchen, "Anyone feel like a cup of tea before calling it a night?" Gohan looked to Videl, who nodded and they followed the couple to the kitchen, leaving Vegeta, Piccolo and the cubs to themselves.
Piccolo turned to the doorway. "Where do you think you're going?" Vegeta queried, his voice low.
Piccolo spoke over his shoulder, "Home."
Vegeta stood with mouth agape. Shaking his head he rushed forward and grasped the Namek by the shoulder, spinning him around. "You think after what you've done you can just leave?" Piccolo nodded and turned away again, hiding a smirk in the shadows. Piccolo had a moments warning as a deep growl bounced between the narrow hall walls before a strong, lithe body knocked him into the door with a hollow thump.
Vegeta buried his fist in the collar of Piccolo's gi and hauled him down, biting harshly at his lower lip. Piccolo winced but succumbed to the Prince. With his free hand, Vegeta traced the lines of Piccolo's face with his fingertips. The taste of alien blood on his tongue brought the feeling of a fit of giggles in Vegeta's stomach but he suppressed them, the Prince of all Saiyajin's did NOT giggle. His fingertips brushed lightly across the flushed green flesh and Piccolo grunted, growing rigid for a moment before loosening again.
Shocked and slightly worried, Vegeta pulled back a moment and searched the Namek's face, seeing only the flush of insatiated hunger. Still unconvinced, Vegeta traced his fingers across Piccolo's cheeks and forehead. One of Piccolo's antennae brushed across his knuckles and Vegeta watched as Piccolo's body tensed and he bit his already bleeding lip.
Grinning with realization, Vegeta leaned in for one last passionate kiss before pushing Piccolo through the door. Piccolo looked down on him, shocked. With an evil smirk and a "Later, Namek." Vegeta slammed the door shut and grinned at his fortune. He walked to the kitchen where he could hear the two coupled talking over the events of the night but stopped when they saw the Ouji enter.
Vegeta stalked to a cupboard and pulled it roughly open, pushed several items around on the shelves before closing his hand around the neck of a Jack Daniels bottle and brought it out with a smirk of satisfaction. He turned to leave but the four at the table continued to stare in uneasy silence. Snarling at them Vegeta glared at each one in turn, "What is it?"
Gohan blinked several times before turning away, Videl looked at her lap, Yamcha laughed nervously and sipped noisily at his tea. Bulma frowned. "Vegeta, what is that on your face?" Vegeta frowned, not understanding what she was talking about. Raising a hand to his face, Vegeta wiped at it with his palm and looked down at it. It was smeared with a light purple liquid, sniffing it Vegeta smelled the familiar tang of Namekien blood. He blushed lightly and scowled. "It is none of your concern." Reasserting his grip on the bottle in his hands Vegeta stormed from the room and tramped back up the stairs and slammed his door shut. Twisting the cap off of the bottle, Vegeta took a harsh swig and grimaced before taking another. Walking into the bathroom, he looked himself over in the mirror. No wonder the fools had been staring, he had Piccolo's blood smeared across one cheek and dribbled down his chin and neck, as well as a light flush. Splashing his face and neck with water from the sink, he wiped himself down and threw himself across his bed. Sleep embraced him and he slept with dreams of soft jade skin and sharp teeth.
The conversation had continued a few moments after Vegeta's absence. Bulma had shrugged it off and sighed when she heard the Ouji's door slam shut, hopefully retiring for the evening. Gohan had remained distracted and detached form the conversation after the ordeal and Videl made their excuses and drug him by the arm into the living room where she gathered their daughter in her arms. "Are you alright, Gohan?" She asked, worried. Gohan nodded, peering up the stairs into the darkness. "Yea, I'm okay. I just thought." He trailed off, frowning. "Just thought what?" Videl asked as they waved through the window to Bulma and Yamcha. "I think there's something going on. But I'm not sure what." Gohan shook his head and smiled at his wife. "Don't worry. I'm probably just tired." Videl nodded and kissed him on the cheek as she cradled Pan more closely and they took to the sky bound for home.
~*~*~*~
Piccolo sat on a large stone at the center of the pool of water under the waterfall. He splashed his face with the cold liquid and looked up to the stars before shaking his head. It had certainly been an interesting turn of events over the past few hours. Vegeta admitting, if not stumbling with the words, his feelings, Piccolo couldn't have asked for more than that but he had gotten that too hadn't he? He had sat on the wet ground after Vegeta and Goku had disappeared and thought desperately about what he should do. He didn't want to be upfront, fearing that it would scare Vegeta off if he ran ahead and pushed him into something he may not want. But he didn't want to wait around and give Vegeta the impression that he had indeed gotten over the Ouji even though he had told, and shown, him differently. Kami, infatuation was a hard thing to get a hold of.
Now after the nights events had unfolded, although clumsy and new, he didn't think it had been all bad. He had gotten Vegeta to notice he was quite serious, even found a source of pleasurable weakness on the Ouji's hard exterior. Touching his swollen lip Piccolo grinned into the night. Of course he hadn't gone without his just desserts either. He had his lip nearly bitten off, and rightly so, for keeping the Ouji in such a painful state. And now Vegeta knew of his weakness as well.
Piccolo sighed and levitated several feet from the water's surface, tucking his legs and arms into their usual crossing. For a being that had only ever truly wanted someone so badly and waiting for years to obtain them, then being able to touch and taste his object of desire without prior experience and bring him to such responses he couldn't even dream of.it had been a very good night.
Gohan smiled as he saw Pan crack open one eye, yawn widely, and smile sleepily before nestling tighter into the fabric of the couch. Videl had walked into the room and ran her fingers through her daughter's hair while surveying the room farther. She stepped back with a slight, 'ooh' and Gohan felt his body ready itself to defend his family when Piccolo stepped from the shadows and smiled down at him.
"Oh, Hey Piccolo." Gohan smiled up at his old mentor. "What are you doing here?"
Piccolo nodded to the two girls on the couch, "Helping Vegeta."
Gohan nodded his head and looked around before letting out a low, short whistle. "I'll say you did. The place never looks this good when Vegeta is here with the kids by himself. Where is Vegeta anyway?"
A light snarl and thumping steps brought the Ouji down the stairs. "I'm right here, brat." Vegeta shot Piccolo a cold look before stepping off of the stairs and entering the room.
Bulma giggled and slapped at Yamcha, covering her sniggering with a well-manicured hand. Vegeta scowled, "Is there a problem, Onna?" Bulma giggled again.
"Oh, it's nothing, Vegeta." She winked at him and walked toward the kitchen, "Anyone feel like a cup of tea before calling it a night?" Gohan looked to Videl, who nodded and they followed the couple to the kitchen, leaving Vegeta, Piccolo and the cubs to themselves.
Piccolo turned to the doorway. "Where do you think you're going?" Vegeta queried, his voice low.
Piccolo spoke over his shoulder, "Home."
Vegeta stood with mouth agape. Shaking his head he rushed forward and grasped the Namek by the shoulder, spinning him around. "You think after what you've done you can just leave?" Piccolo nodded and turned away again, hiding a smirk in the shadows. Piccolo had a moments warning as a deep growl bounced between the narrow hall walls before a strong, lithe body knocked him into the door with a hollow thump.
Vegeta buried his fist in the collar of Piccolo's gi and hauled him down, biting harshly at his lower lip. Piccolo winced but succumbed to the Prince. With his free hand, Vegeta traced the lines of Piccolo's face with his fingertips. The taste of alien blood on his tongue brought the feeling of a fit of giggles in Vegeta's stomach but he suppressed them, the Prince of all Saiyajin's did NOT giggle. His fingertips brushed lightly across the flushed green flesh and Piccolo grunted, growing rigid for a moment before loosening again.
Shocked and slightly worried, Vegeta pulled back a moment and searched the Namek's face, seeing only the flush of insatiated hunger. Still unconvinced, Vegeta traced his fingers across Piccolo's cheeks and forehead. One of Piccolo's antennae brushed across his knuckles and Vegeta watched as Piccolo's body tensed and he bit his already bleeding lip.
Grinning with realization, Vegeta leaned in for one last passionate kiss before pushing Piccolo through the door. Piccolo looked down on him, shocked. With an evil smirk and a "Later, Namek." Vegeta slammed the door shut and grinned at his fortune. He walked to the kitchen where he could hear the two coupled talking over the events of the night but stopped when they saw the Ouji enter.
Vegeta stalked to a cupboard and pulled it roughly open, pushed several items around on the shelves before closing his hand around the neck of a Jack Daniels bottle and brought it out with a smirk of satisfaction. He turned to leave but the four at the table continued to stare in uneasy silence. Snarling at them Vegeta glared at each one in turn, "What is it?"
Gohan blinked several times before turning away, Videl looked at her lap, Yamcha laughed nervously and sipped noisily at his tea. Bulma frowned. "Vegeta, what is that on your face?" Vegeta frowned, not understanding what she was talking about. Raising a hand to his face, Vegeta wiped at it with his palm and looked down at it. It was smeared with a light purple liquid, sniffing it Vegeta smelled the familiar tang of Namekien blood. He blushed lightly and scowled. "It is none of your concern." Reasserting his grip on the bottle in his hands Vegeta stormed from the room and tramped back up the stairs and slammed his door shut. Twisting the cap off of the bottle, Vegeta took a harsh swig and grimaced before taking another. Walking into the bathroom, he looked himself over in the mirror. No wonder the fools had been staring, he had Piccolo's blood smeared across one cheek and dribbled down his chin and neck, as well as a light flush. Splashing his face and neck with water from the sink, he wiped himself down and threw himself across his bed. Sleep embraced him and he slept with dreams of soft jade skin and sharp teeth.
The conversation had continued a few moments after Vegeta's absence. Bulma had shrugged it off and sighed when she heard the Ouji's door slam shut, hopefully retiring for the evening. Gohan had remained distracted and detached form the conversation after the ordeal and Videl made their excuses and drug him by the arm into the living room where she gathered their daughter in her arms. "Are you alright, Gohan?" She asked, worried. Gohan nodded, peering up the stairs into the darkness. "Yea, I'm okay. I just thought." He trailed off, frowning. "Just thought what?" Videl asked as they waved through the window to Bulma and Yamcha. "I think there's something going on. But I'm not sure what." Gohan shook his head and smiled at his wife. "Don't worry. I'm probably just tired." Videl nodded and kissed him on the cheek as she cradled Pan more closely and they took to the sky bound for home.
~*~*~*~
Piccolo sat on a large stone at the center of the pool of water under the waterfall. He splashed his face with the cold liquid and looked up to the stars before shaking his head. It had certainly been an interesting turn of events over the past few hours. Vegeta admitting, if not stumbling with the words, his feelings, Piccolo couldn't have asked for more than that but he had gotten that too hadn't he? He had sat on the wet ground after Vegeta and Goku had disappeared and thought desperately about what he should do. He didn't want to be upfront, fearing that it would scare Vegeta off if he ran ahead and pushed him into something he may not want. But he didn't want to wait around and give Vegeta the impression that he had indeed gotten over the Ouji even though he had told, and shown, him differently. Kami, infatuation was a hard thing to get a hold of.
Now after the nights events had unfolded, although clumsy and new, he didn't think it had been all bad. He had gotten Vegeta to notice he was quite serious, even found a source of pleasurable weakness on the Ouji's hard exterior. Touching his swollen lip Piccolo grinned into the night. Of course he hadn't gone without his just desserts either. He had his lip nearly bitten off, and rightly so, for keeping the Ouji in such a painful state. And now Vegeta knew of his weakness as well.
Piccolo sighed and levitated several feet from the water's surface, tucking his legs and arms into their usual crossing. For a being that had only ever truly wanted someone so badly and waiting for years to obtain them, then being able to touch and taste his object of desire without prior experience and bring him to such responses he couldn't even dream of.it had been a very good night.