o/` Why can't I breath whenever I think about you? Why can't I speak when ever I talk about you o/` Have you guys figured it out yet? The answer is at the end, but you gotta read my fic first! Don't worry, it's a short one. ^_~

Chapter 5: Piccolo (is anyone seeing a pattern? lol)

The evening wore on and eventually the boys turned in for the night. With Tein and Chiaotzu sleeping on the guest bed in Krillin's room with Krillin, Goku and Piccolo were left to crash in the living room.

"Goku," whispered Piccolo once all the apartment had fallen silent for a long moment. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," came Goku's reply, just as much as a whisper as Piccolo's voice. He shifted his weight as the Namek crawled on top of him on the couch. The Saiyan kissed his new lovers lips tenderly in the dark. "Do you want me to tell them in the morning?"

"What would they think?" asked Piccolo.

"Who cares?" replied Goku. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy too. You are happy, right Piccolo?"

"Maybe," Said Piccolo sitting up. "Maybe not."

"What do you mean?"

The Namek's eyes were downcast shamefully. He thought of Yamcha, how he was once "in love" with the human and how "being with him" and only caused Piccolo to push away. "I like you Goku, I won't deny that; but maybe I don't want to be in a relationship with anyone just yet. Maybe, we shouldn't - I mean, we only met and - I don't want to hurt....." he let his voice trail and kept his eyes down knowing that if he were to look at Goku, his heart would break.

Goku's grip around Piccolo's waist tightened. "I understand," he replied, but Piccolo could hear the lie behind it. He made to look at Goku but the boy had let him go and rolled over so that he faced away from Piccolo. The Namek pulled himself up off of Goku and slid to the floor.

"For what it's worth," said Piccolo, "I really appreciate that you took the time to talk to me about this. It does mean a lot."

Goku didn't reply.

He sighed and got up to make his way back to the chair which he had set up his sleeping space.

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"Where have you been Piccolo?" cried Yamcha hugging the Namek as he walked in through the door. "I was worried sick! Why didn't you call? Are you alright? You're not hurt or anything? Are you thirsty, hungry, tired?" Piccolo just pushed past him like he wasn't there.

It was the morning following the night he and Piccolo had talked. Yamcha hadn't heard from Piccolo since he had left with Goku the previous day and had thus fore been "missing" for nearly 24 hours. Sighing, he sat down at the kitchen table and buried his face in his arms. Yamcha went to work fixing him some tea to drink, all the while lecturing Piccolo on something the Namek began to drowned out before any of it had a chance to sink in.

Piccolo thought over what he had told Goku last night and wondered if it had been the right thing to do. The boy had seemed so distant that morning. He hadn't spoken to anyone at all and just seemed to stare off into space; at something no one could see. Piccolo shook his head slightly and lifted it to find Yamcha turned around facing him like he was concerned about something. "Piccolo," said the human, "are you listening to me?"

"Yamcha, I wanted to ask you if you think we're together as a couple," stated Piccolo. Yamcha sat down at the table next to Piccolo.

"We are a couple, aren't we?"

"No," said Piccolo simply, "because being in a relationship requires for two people to love each other. That means one loves the other and the other loves that one back. And Yamcha, I don't love you anymore."

There was silence form Yamaha's side as this sunk in. He stood up again and attended to the screaming tea kettle. Finally he turned around and said, "You love that Goku boy, don't you?"

"Yes," Piccolo answered honestly, knowing that lying would do more hurt then the truth. "But Yamcha, I didn't love you even before I met Goku. I mean, at one point I did, but that's not the case now. I'm sorry."

"Then why didn't you tell me Piccolo? Why did you lie to me, why did you let me live and believe this lie?"

"You were happy. I just thought it wouldn't matter if you were happy since I could tolerate you assuming 'just because.' I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you did Piccolo. You never should have led me on, and furthermore, you should have told me you were suffering. How can I make you happy if you won't tell me what's wrong?" Yamcha sat down at the table again and took Piccolo's hands in his.

"Yamcha, this is exactly what I don't want from you!" cried Piccolo jumping up. "It's not your job to make me happy; It's not your job to look after me! I appreciate it, I really do, but, but, but..." The Namek gave up searching for the words he wanted to say and dropped his hands to his side. "Just leave me alone, okay?"

He turned around and walked to his room closing the door and leaving Yamcha crying silently in the kitchen.

* End Chapter 5! *

o/` So you just sit there stuck afraid to risk reality o/`

Oh! Hey everybody! I'm guessing you wanna know what part of the song I was trying to base the chapter on right? Do you really wanna know?

Do you really, really wanna know?

Do you really, really, really wanna know?

Say "please."

No really, say it.

Say "pretty please."

I can't her you.

Louder.

Okay, I think that's loud enough.

The part of the song that the chapter was based off of is written in the end of chapter 3. What? I told what part of the song it was written after already! Okay, okay, I'll stop tormenting you all now. The answer is o/` What if this is only the beginning, We're already wet and we're gonna go swimming o/` Yes, that's it. You may all go about your life and rest easier now.

Until next time!