Well, here we are again. Another day, another chapter.

Chapter 3: Piccolo

"Call," Piccolo said as he flipped the coin into the air.

"Heads," said Vegeta.

Piccolo caught the coin, slapped it onto his hand and then reviled it to the two competitors. "Heads, Vegeta's choice," said the Namek looking to the other Saiyan. The prince nodded at Goku to say he could go first.

The music started as Goku stayed in the middle of the ring. Piccolo watched Goku as he mixed the music around, but still the boy's body refused to move. "Hey c'mon G!" shouted Krillin from the sidelines. "Take him down!" That jarred something in Goku's mind as he took a step, but the next move he made tripped him up and he fell flat on his face. Then he got back up, ran out of the ring, through the club and out the front doors with several people laughing as he went.

Piccolo sighed sadly and shook his head. Goku wasdisquilfied and Vegeta would move on to the next round.

"Talk about embarrassing," Yamcha said as him and Piccolo drove down the streets. "That poor boy. I would've hated to have been him right then, ya know? Why the hell did he enter if he didn't think he could beat Vegeta?"

Piccolo growled slightly and turned to Yamcha. "Can we drop the subject? I don't want to talk about work right now." He then turned back to stare out the window.

"Alright," said Yamcha trying to keep a pleasent conversation going between them. "What do you want for dinner then? What do you feel like having?"

"Water," replied Piccolo.

"Oh right," Yamcha laughed. "So would you like to listen to music? what do you want me to put on? Oldies?"

"No," the Namek replied as he leaned against the window harder.

"You wanna play a game? Let's play a game! I'm thinking of-"

"Yamcha! I just want to go home and rest before my shift tonight, okay? Is it so much to ask of you just to shut up and drive the stupid car home? Cuz if that's too much pull over and I'll do it!"

Yamcha glanced at Piccolo for a very brief moment. "No Piccolo, it's okay. You just rest, I can drive. Don't worry about a thing."

The rest of the ride was spent in semi-silence, until Yamcha started humming to "I'm looking over a four leaf clover," which Piccolo didn't have the heart or energy to tell him to shut up so he endured it.

When they pulled into the parking lot and Yamcha had turned off the car, Piccolo tumbled out and followed Yamcha up the stairs to the apartment they shared. The Namek crashed on the couch and Yamcha cuddled into his chest once he had closed the door and hung up their coats. "Want me to bring you something to drink?" he cooed.

"No," Piccolo stated gruffly.

"In a little bit then?"

Piccolo didn't reply. Yamcha took it as a sign that he wanted to be left alone and got up to let Piccolo sleep.

The hours ticked by and soon it was five o'clock; an hour before Piccolo had to start his DJ shift. Yamcha gently shook Piccolo to wake him from his sleep. "Hey Mr. DJ, time to get ready for work," he whispered into the Namek's ear once he began to stir. "I brought you some water." Yamcha set the glass on the table beside the couch and wrapped his arms around Piccolo.

"Not now Yamcha," Piccolo pleaded.

"Hm? Why not Piccolo?" Yamcha asked.

Again, Piccolo let the silence talk for him. Yamcha sighed and got up to go do something in the other room. The Namek felt slightly guilty for being so rude to the poor boy, but for the moment he had something more queer to think about; a dream about Goku.

Piccolo had found himself engulfed with thoughts of the young Saiyan as he slept. His innocent eyes that glistened in the light; his spiky hair. His tan skin tone and soft looking lips...The Namek shook his head moving the lusty thoughts to the back of his mind. He would have plenty of time to think about those thoughts later that night. But the meaning of the dream didn't puzzle him.

Piccolo downed the water Yamcha had given him and went to find Yamcha so they could leave.

When Piccolo was done with his shift, he ended it very much the same way he had done the night before. he sat down and sighed loudly as he began waiting for Yamcha's five hour shift to be over. It was nights like these he wished he could go home without feeling guilty for leaving Yamcha behind.

"Hey there, old friend!"

Piccolo turned to his right and found Goku sitting beside him. The youth smiled and waved at him, making Piccolo feel much better then he had felt for the past seven or so hours. "Hmm. What brings you around these parts?" Piccolo asked.

"Same as last night, waiting for my girlfriend."

"Well, if it isn't the Waiting Puppy," Piccolo joked.

"You should talk," Goku laughed back.

"How long have you been waiting?"

Goku turned around to face the bar and Piccolo noticed his face sadden. "Little over five hours," he replied glumly, taking a sip from his drink.

"What?!" cried Piccolo nearly topping over and earning a few glances form others surrounding them. "She doesn't show up last night and now she's over five hours late?! What's up with that?" Goku didn't reply, so he continued, "I mean, does she have a reason not to show up? What was it last time? Did you ask?" Piccolo stopped as he noticed Goku hadn't reacted at all. "I'm sorry, I'm prying into your personal life. You don't have to answer any of those-"

"I don't know why she isn't coming; can't think of any reason she wouldn't want to." Goku interrupted. "I'm as good to her as any other man would be to his woman; I don't know why she's avoiding me. I can't figure it out."

"Does she care for you? Like, does she treat you like a girlfriend should?"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT OKAY?!" Goku shouted loud enough that several people stopped to stare and the music even stopped. Piccolo waved to Yamcha to show him he could handle the situation and turned back to Goku.

"C'mon," Piccolo said as he took hold of Goku's hand and led him out the back entrance. Once they were in the ally Piccolo used to change to an from in, he let go of the boy who dropped to his knees and sobbed into his hands. Not sure of what to do, Piccolo bent to hold Goku's head in his lap and helped the Saiyan drain away the rest of his tears.

"I don't know," Goku said once he was calmed. "Maybe you and Tein are right. But I just don't know how that could be."

A silent moment passed between them as they sat absorbed in their own thoughts. Goku wiped away the last of his moist tears and looked into the crystal clear sky. Piccolo held his gaze on Goku and thought back to his earlier dreams. He was about to say something when the door to the club opened and Yamcha stood there looking much like he had urgent news. "I found her!" he said and Goku stood up quickly.

"Really? Where?" the Saiyan demanded.

Yamcha held up his hands and seemed to bare news he didn't want to share. "Slow down for just a minute," he said, making Goku a little impatient. "I don't know for a face who he is, maybe he's one of your friends or something but-"

Goku didn't wait for the rest of it. He shoved past Yamcha and back into the club followed closely by Piccolo as Yamcha had to return to work. The Saiyan pushed past and through the crowd, heading for the back where Piccolo had told Yamcha to send her; and there she was.

Hanging over another guy who definitely wasn't Goku.

He said something to her and she laughed, slapping him playfully on the chest, the same way she had done to Goku the first time they had gone out on a date. Goku smiled relived, she was always doing that to her friends. This guy couldn't mean anything more to her. But as he took a step forward she leaned over and kissed this other guy. And not just any friendly kiss on the cheek; it was the same deep, lustful, tongue entwining kiss that she had given Goku the very first night they had saw each other in this very club. Goku was shocked.

"Hey, it'll be okay," Piccolo said placing a hand on Goku's shoulder, but the Saiyan hardly heard the words. He just stared as his "faithful" mate continued to enchant this man the same way she had enchanted Goku. The more he watched, the blurrier his vision got as tears streaked down his cheeks and quivering chin. Piccolo could hear little whimpering noises being choked in his throat. "C'mon, I'll take you home," the Namek said prying him away form the spot.

Piccolo quickly explaine the situation to Yamcha who agreed to have Goku spend the night. He lifted a limp and softly moaning Goku and took him out to the car where he laid the Saiyan in the back seat. Piccolo climbed into the front and started the car, taking Goku away from the club and the only sound of conversation between them was the stifled moans and choked sobs of Son Goku weeping in the back.

Finally, Piccolo pulled the car over and climbed into the back to straddle Goku. "Look at me," he said softly for the Saiyan was covering his salty-wet eyes. When Goku didn't move, Piccolo gently lifted his hands away from his eyes and waited for him to open those beautiful, dark, shiny eyes to look at his soft but serious face.

The Namek spoke, softly and comfortingly to the Saiyan in a deep soothing voice, "I won't pretend to know your pain for I have never felt love like you have. However, I know the time has come for you to morn the lose of something very precious and rinse it away with tears. Let those tears be shed tonight, but in the morning you should gather yourself and move on into the future with your head held high. If I, in any way, can help you, please let me know." He wiped at Goku's tears and stroked at the boy's wild hair. The Saiyan returned the caresses and slowly lowered Piccolo onto him.

Their fingers glided limitedly over each other's bodies; feeling, touching, sensing the other's presence. Goku tilted his head back and moaned as Piccolo slipped his hand into Goku's pants. Piccolo lowered his mouth to press against Goku's jaw line in the most passionate of kisses; but then he stopped and sat up.

"What's wrong?" panted Goku. "Why'd you stop?"

"Just thought of a more comfortable place to do this," the Namek replied crawling out of the car. He stroked Goku gently and the boy followed eagerly as Piccolo coaxed him up to the apartment and into Piccolo's room.

Piccolo pressed the Saiyan to fall back onto his bed and climbed on top of him taking off his cape and turban as he did so. Goku breathed quickly and sharp as Piccolo stroked his bare chest underneath his shirt, caressed him softly, playfully, teasingly under and over his clothes. "Oh, oh, oh," Goku moaned softly.

Finally, the Namek began to lift the shirt off of Goku. He kissed up the boy's uncovered and deeply muscled chest. He worked his way up and over his collar bone, up his neck and along his jawbone; then he played with Goku a little by nuzzling his mouth and nose, but not kissing his face.

Goku became busy with Piccolo's shirt but the Namek made it hard for him to focus as he teased and be silly with Goku's lips. The Namek finally kissed him lightly and moved down to let Goku focus on what he needed to as he worked on the Saiyan's loose pants.

One by one, each of their clothes was discarded in much of that same manner; Piccolo playing teasingly, and Goku anxiously but gentle, and both to the other's liking very much.

They paused once they were fully undressed and laid clinging to each other, naked and bare. They each saw what the other looked like and neither could want the other more. Piccolo leaned over and kissed Goku; kissed him with lust, with heat, with more passion Goku had ever felt flowing onto him as their tongues intertwined. Oh, how deeply Goku wanted to take Piccolo then, but a thought of Chichi and a strong heartsickness washed over him along side a deep pain of guilt for he still felt he should be loyal to her.

Piccolo sensed Goku's sudden change of mood and sat up again. "Not ready tonight?" He asked with a gentle understanding. The Saiyan boy tried to bury his ashamed face in the mattress.

"I'm sorry," he said meekly.

"Don't be," said Piccolo sliding of the Saiyan. "I don't blame you." He started redressing himself and smiled reassuringly when he caught Goku looking at him as thought he had done something wrong and regretted it. "It's probably better we didn't anyway," the Namek continued. "We really don't know each other that well."

"Yeah," sighed Goku sliding off the bed to redress himself beside Piccolo. The Namek longed to lean over and kiss this boy, but he refrained recalling how Yamcha was always assuming he could things like that just because he thought they were a couple. But they weren't; at least, Piccolo didn't think they were.

He was interrupted form his thoughts as Goku kissed him gently on the lips. When the Saiyan pulled away and say Piccolo's bewilder and shocked face, he thought he had done wrong and leaned back. Then, with little to no warning, there was a quick knock on the door and Yamcha entered.

"Hey, is everything alright in here?" asked Yamcha and Piccolo turned around to smile at him as best he could.

"Yeah, we're okay," said Piccolo covering quickly what he and Goku had almost done. "What are you doing home so early?"

Yamcha shrugged. "Just felt you might need some extra help, so I took the rest of the night off. Guess I was wrong. Is anyone hungry?"

"Yes, didn't you make something earlier? Why don't you heat that up?" replied Piccolo as Goku slowly nodded. Yamcha smiled half heartedly and left the room.

*End Chapter 3!*

Ugh.....I'm doing the -12 Hours of Sleep With No Food thing again!! Ahhhh!! Must Sleep!! Musst Eaaat!!! I'm Diiiiieeeiiinngg!!!

Well, the next chapter is where I started trying to make the song that inspired this fic fit in before I just gave up and moved to chapter 5. I was also going to have the song be like a motif throughout the story, but somewhere I stopped at chapter one. If you're wondering what song I'm talking about, it's Liz Phair's Why Can't I?, hence the name of this fic. Speaking of which, it just came on!!!

Soo, why am I telling you this? Well, I have a challenge my little faithful readers. I want you to read the next chapter and then listen to the song Why Can't I? by Liz Phair and see if you can guess which part of the song that chapter was based off of. Or rather, what part of the song I tried to base it after.....Yeah.....

o/` What if this is just the beginning, we're already wet and we're gonna go swimming Why can't I breath whenever I think about you? Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you? o/`