Morning light danced along the slick wall and Vegeta grumbled as he rolled over, not remembering where he was. He sat up amongst a mountain of pillows and ran a hand through his hair. He breathed deeply and his eyes widened marginally as he recognized the scent that came from nearly every corner of the cave. Sharp eyes scanned his surroundings and he found the source of the fragrance at the mouth of the cave, arms across his chest and breathing deeply.
Vegeta stood and stretched, only then realizing he was naked as the cape fell from his body and pooled around his feet. Shocked still for a moment he stooped and ripped a chunk of cloth from its length and wrapped it around his waist like a towel. He walked soundlessly behind the Namek and looked out beyond him through the sheet of water. It was quite the view and rather surreal with the flowing curtain creating abstract movement of the trees.
He looked down at Piccolo then, watching the refracted light dance across his face in patterns of crystal. He reached out to trace them with his fingers but stopped and grinned evilly. Piccolo hadn't noticed his presence yet, and if he had he hadn't shown it. Vegeta scooted and in one quick movement had the Namek pinned on his back to the ground. Piccolo's eyes flew open and Vegeta felt his body tense and chi surge ready to blast anybody to hell without thought. Vegeta lunged forward, catching his lips and demanded admittance with his tongue.
Piccolo remained rigid for several moments, his mind cloudy from being disrupted from his meditation. As his mind registered who and what was going on he growled and bit at Vegeta's lips, grinning at his surprise and tangled his fingers through Vegeta's heavy locks. Vegeta's smoky taste sunk into his brain and lit every nerve ending in his body on fire. Piccolo groaned and Vegeta pulled back, a little apprehensive at what that groan meant. But Piccolo snarled and drew him down again, devouring him.
Vegeta was surprised at the intensity but reveled in the frustration and harshness. It meant there was raw hunger and he knew that the Namek would take what he could give him much easier than Bulma could ever have dreamed of doing. This truly would be a time to remember. Resettling his bulk across Piccolo's expanse of chest, Vegeta nipped at the tip of one pointed ear and Piccolo hissed, long nails digging small crescents in the Ouji's back. Vegeta angled his head, lapping at the base of an antenna.
Piccolo stiffened underneath him, not even breathing. Vegeta laughed, deep and rough and kissed him again, nibbling down his jaw and biting at the tendons of Piccolo's neck. Shuddering, Piccolo finally breathed in, harsh pants echoed off the cavern walls. Vegeta laughed into his neck, blowing across the moisture that began to gather in the hollows of his neck.
Not to be outdone, Piccolo grasped the scrap of cape from Vegeta's waist and flung it into a corner. Vegeta shivered at the lack of clothing as mists fell across his back from the waterfall. Piccolo bit his shoulder, enough for k-nines to pierce the topmost flesh and tongued the fresh wounds into an open trickle. Vegeta winced but forgot his pain as a strong hand found its way to his tail scar and lightly graced the top. The muscles in Vegeta's arms spasmed and he collapsed on Piccolo's chest shivering in chill and delight.
Recovering his use of muscle, Vegeta buried both fists into Piccolo's gi top and ripped it to ribbons, a shower of violet bits raining down. Piccolo's eyes widened but he grinned and sighed as Vegeta traced the lines of his abdomen with his fingers. The tenderness a stark difference to the rough ravaging only moments before left them both in mind numbed shock.
Vegeta bent and they kissed softly, enjoying each other as much as the feeling. The knot in his belt was loosened but Piccolo never noticed, lost in the whirl of emotion and sensation. When he came to his senses, he didn't remember having stripped -or being stripped-but Vegeta's ministrations swept away the vulnerability he felt. He sucked in breath and held it as Vegeta slowly lowered himself onto his lap. And Kami, for how rough and violent they are in their nature, and the viciousness of the emotions that swam through their veins; their first encounter would stay imprinted in their minds for the years to come. Slow, tender and gratifying.

Vegeta stretched, his mind demanding that he nap curled next to the beautiful creature that had been the cause of such pleasure. The late afternoon sun however told him that time was waning and he had appointments to keep. Flying down to the bank, Vegeta scooped his clothing from the muck and rinsed them in the clear water. Piccolo watched him, floating cross-legged over the water and smiled softly at the grunts of frustration and curses in saiyajai-go. He pulled the soaked garments onto his satiated body, and Piccolo grinned feraly down at him as they clung like a second skin-more so than normal. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and smirked before flaring his chi and drying his clothing in a matter of seconds.
He flew level to Piccolo and kissed him, tracing his cheekbones with his fingertips. Piccolo closed his eyes and Vegeta snorted. "I'm going to spar with Kakkarot. I'm already late, I can only imagine what that baka is going to think."
Piccolo remained stolid, eyes closed. Vegeta growled at him and pulled him harshly to his chest, crushing his lips. Piccolo growled back but nipped to his desire until Vegeta smiled, satisfied and took off to Capsule Corps.

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Goku ran through his kata again. About the twentieth time if he counted correctly. He was surprised to learn that Vegeta hadn't been home all night but knew that he wouldn't miss a sparring match so he waited patiently for him.
A spark of chi came steadily closer and Goku grinned, pausing in his kata and waited for Vegeta to land. When he had, Goku caught an odd scent in the breeze and turned his head toward its source. Vegeta stood, waiting for any comment but Goku never showed any signs of nosing. Instead his eyes shone with some new light and he smiled, not the usual Son grin but something with more substance.
"You're late, Vegeta." That same smile.
Vegeta hnned. "Something more significant had my attention."
Goku's smile split and he gaped at him in shock. "Wow, 'Geta. More than training? That's got to be really important."
Vegeta nodded his head slowly. "It is Kakkarot.it is." Without another word, Vegeta powered up and Goku followed suit, his face taking on the intense look that only graced his features when he fought and they sparred long into the evening until the stars bit holes in the skyline.
Vegeta and Goku were seated in the kitchen, massive stacks of food and drink covering the small tabletop when Gohan and Videl came in. Vegeta quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he chewed a mouthful of food. From a far off room came the shrill giggles of two small girls and Vegeta could feel his head begin to ache already.
"Hi Dad!..um, hi. Vegeta." Gohan smiled at them. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at him but continued to eat at his leisure. "We brought over Pan, I hope you don't mind but Bulma invited us to the new Opera that's opening. She said she heard the new guy was singing and told us we needed to see him." Vegeta began to cough, a chunk of food lodged as he tried to swallow in his surprise.
"Geez, Vegeta are you okay?" Goku looked at him as he thumped him on the back. Vegeta slapped his arm away.
"You're going to see an opera with that new tenor?" Vegeta's face drained of color.
Gohan scratched the back of his head, mimicking his father. "Well that's what Bulma heard."
The doorbell sounded and Vegeta felt the familiar chi. He dropped his fork and walked calmly from the other's view before bounding to the door and throwing it open. Piccolo stood for a moment in shock then smiled down at Vegeta before brushing past him into the entryway.
Gohan walked into the living room and noticed his mentor coming through the doorway. "Hey Piccolo." He smiled wide and Piccolo nodded to him. Vegeta came around from behind Piccolo and Gohan saw him tense up a moment before glaring down at the Prince who looked like he was trying not to laugh. Gohan covered his eyes with a hand, he had not just seen what he thought he had seen.
Goku came from the kitchen and flashed his Son grin. "Hi Piccolo!" He looked from Vegeta to Piccolo and back again several times and the three men already in the living room noticed the slight change in his smile and the glint in his eyes.
Vegeta snorted and turned to Piccolo as Goku began to play with Pan. "I need to talk to you about something." He motioned to the kitchen and Piccolo followed, ignoring the puzzled look on Gohan's face.
"What is it, Vegeta?" Piccolo stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling better than half of the entry. Vegeta turned to him quickly, a deep frown creasing his brow.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Vegeta's voice was calm.
"Tell you what?" Piccolo looked at him, truly confused.
"That you were singing again you fool!" Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Piccolo stepped farther into the kitchen and looked down at him. The confusion on his face beginning to irritate Vegeta. "The woman said that 'the new tenor' is singing in tonight's Opera. So? Are you?"
Piccolo laughed lightly and shook his head. "No, I'm not."
"No?"
Piccolo shook his head again and bent down, pulling Vegeta to his chest and kissed his ear. "If I do sing again, it won't be for a group of humans." Vegeta sighed and rested his forehead on Piccolo's chest.
"You'd better."
Piccolo laughed again and a clearing throat from the entry made them turn. Gohan stood in the doorway his cheeks tinted pink. "We're leaving now."
Vegeta scowled. "So go." Piccolo nudged him with his elbow and pushed him toward the door with his palm in the middle of Vegeta's back. Vegeta stepped toward the door and shivered harshly, his face flushing. Gohan turned and walked to the living room. _ I didn't see that either._
As the trio returned, Goku had both girls on his shoulders and they were giggling like mad. "Come on cubs, you're going to stay with me for a while." The girls giggled more and hugged his head.
Bulma stopped fixing Yamcha's tie and looked oddly at him. "But I thought Vegeta was going to watch the girls again tonight."
Goku shrugged and the girls bounced on his shoulder, squealing in delight. "That's okay, he took them last time. It's my turn." Videl took her husbands arm and pulled him to the door. Bulma and Yamcha behind them telling Bra to behave for uncle Goku. "What's wrong Gohan?" Videl looked up at him, concern in her blue eyes. Gohan shook his head, "Oh.nothing." He turned around to kiss Panny goodnight and saw Vegeta standing in the doorway with a look of surprise and caution on his face, Piccolo standing behind him looking down at his pointy head with a feral grin on his face. Gohan turned around again, eyes about to pop from his head. "Geez, Gohan are you sure you're okay?" Videl felt his forehead for a temperature and he nodded. As the two couples pulled away, Goku turned around on the doorstep and smiled at Vegeta and Piccolo. "Have fun you two and don't go doing anything I wouldn't do." Vegeta snorted but turned to Piccolo and winked. As the door swung shut, Goku could see Vegeta leap and tackle Piccolo at the waist. A thump and crash rang from the rooms inside and Goku smiled to himself. Bra tapped his head and he looked up at her, her large azure eyes wide. "Unca Goku, what's Daddy doing?" Goku swallowed and laughed for a moment, "Uh, he's wrestling with Piccolo, sweetheart." Bra pouted. "I wanna wrestle with Daddy." She crossed her arms over her chest. Goku's face flushed, "Um, maybe some other time, okay? Let's go to my house and you two can play with Icarus while I make some popcorn. How's that?" The girls giggled and hugged his head again and Goku let out a long 'whew' as he stepped from the sidewalk bound for his house in the forest while behind him he could just barely hear the sound of a deep laugh and growl.

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A/n: Well folks that's it. Thanks to all of my reviewers, especially the ones that bothered to review each chapter. You people make me happy to keep writing, especially since I was going to quit this story several times, the encouragement fed me enough to finish.

Additional: Personally I like the idea of Goku having brains just not caring to share with everyone. So in case you missed it, he knew about them as soon as Vegeta landed smelling all of Namek. ^-^

I have a new Piccolo story in the works (about 18 pages worth) and is action-y and will make most of the female population love with him (how could you not...mmmm mmmm mmmm) all the more for being chivalrous. No it isn't exactly romance. Until later when I will most likely twist and warp people's minds with odd story plot and/or gore.later days.