A/N: A bit of OOC for Piccolo in this chapter…once again, I rewrote this chapter…and a different note is next…

Never before had Piccolo been so happy to stop training.  Sure, he loved watching Gohan become more powerful with every blow, and seeing how long he could hold up against Goku, but for the first time in his life, Piccolo had something more important to look forward to.  Something more important than martial arts.

His heart pounded inside his chest as he reached Satan City, and he landed in a small neighborhood on the outskirts of town.  He walked up to a house and, without knocking, let himself in.

A smile crossed his lips as the sound of humming reached his acute ears.  As quietly as a big, Namekian man could, Piccolo removed his weighted cape and turban, laying them down on the nearby couch before creeping towards the humming.

The humming led Piccolo to a small kitchen, and he saw a woman standing at the far end with her back to him.  She stood at the sink, and she hummed a funny little tune while she washed some dirty dishes.  She wore a pair of jeans and a white lace blouse, and her long, blonde hair was pulled messily back, and strands of hair fell in front of her face.

Piccolo had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as her.

He came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.  She gasped in surprise; she had not been expecting him until later that evening.  He smiled in amusement before leaning down to kiss the top of her head.  His seven-foot frame towered over her, and she barely reached his collarbone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a vase full of roses on the table.  The flowers had started to wilt, and Piccolo made a mental note to bring her some new ones in the morning.

"I missed you, Piccolo-chan," she whispered softly, staring up at him.  Her eyes looked like Heaven to him.

"I missed you too, Virginia," he admitted softly, planting a kiss on her soft lips.  This woman managed to bring out every weakness in him, and he hated and loved her for it.  As soon as the kiss was over, Piccolo found himself staring deeply into the woman's eyes.

Virginia's eyes held such love for him, it was hard to imagine that they were the same eyes that had first looked upon him that day at the waterfall…Her eyes had been filled with fear at the sight of a large, green man with pointed ears and fangs.  Piccolo could tell that at that moment, she had considered throwing herself back to the wolves.

But, it had only lasted a moment.  For Virginia had a kind heart, and because he did save her life, she had chosen to trust him and let him bandage her wound.  She had even let him fly her home, and had offered him to stay the night, since he had nowhere else to go.

He snapped back from his flashback when he heard Virginia moan seductively.  He looked down in surprise and saw that he had begun to massage her thigh, and she was now slowly grinding her hips against his crotch.  He responded by turning her around quickly, and kissing her passionately on the lips.  Virginia pressed her body up against Piccolo's, and he could feel her heart pounding against his chest.

Then, as if a foreign spirit had possessed Piccolo, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her roughly down onto the table, straddling her hips.  He began to kiss her neck, and worked his way down her neckline.

"Piccolo…" she whispered softly, and Piccolo thought he heard a hint of protest in her voice.  He chose to ignore it, and continued to kiss her.  He also failed to notice that she had stopped responding to his actions.

"Piccolo, stop!" she yelled suddenly, shoving against his chest.  Piccolo suddenly snapped out of the spell he was under, and rolled off of her.

"What do you think you were doing?!?" she yelled, her voice lined with pain.  He turned and looked in her eyes…The same eyes that had been looking at him with love and trust, now looked at him with sadness and betrayal, and tears threatened to spill from them.

"I'm…I'm sorry…" he whispered helplessly, desperately wanting to erase what he had just done…what he had almost done.

"Don't-"

"Why didn't you want me?  Don't you love me?" he pleaded suddenly.  "Don't you?" he repeated, his eyes bearing deep into her soul. She turned away, unable to hold his gaze for fear that he would see the guilt that her eyes held. Still, his eyes never left her, and she felt his eyes tear away her very skin, exposing her naked heart.

"So, that is how it is," he stated finally, rising to his feet. Tearing his eyes away from the
pitiful image of the sobbing woman, he stalked out of the room, and out the door.

"Piccolo!" her voice called after him, and he stopped before flying off into the night.

"Wait, please. Don't leave," she begged him, stopping a few feet away from him. He turned to her, and saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, but it was surprisingly easy for him to hide his emotions.

"Why?  Why should I stay?  You don't love me," he said.

"Piccolo, what the hell do you know about love?  Love takes time-"

"How dare you question my feelings!  Of course I know what love is!"

"Do you?" she asked him, her eyes daring him to answer her question.  He returned her gaze and snorted through his nose, before taking off into the sky.