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I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! I’VE BEEN BUSY READING FICS!!!! Why? BECAUSE THEY ARE REALLY GOOD!!!! *Tear, Sob* Forgive me, I will try not to let it happen anymore!! Anyways, here’s chapter 7 so rejoice and be glad. I think, if my memory serves me correctly, this is the Yoai Chapter. ::reads ahead:: Yeah. My Kami, this is it; I have these like horrific dreams of all my readers attacking me after reading this chapter. Don’t think I should fret over you reading this chapter though. It’s the end of the fic I think I should really panic over.........Shouldn’t I?


Chapter 7: Piccolo

The DJ stood there looking in the direction Goku had fled. Sighing he entered the club through the back door and found Yamcha waiting for him. "Cover for me?" he asked and the human nodded without a word. Piccolo thanked him and darted back outside to change. Once dressed in his usual cape and turban outfit, the Namek ran off to find Goku.
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He was asleep at Piccolo’s feet now; the Namek smiled to find him like this, so innocent and vulnerable. Somehow he knew the boy would come here; here at the park where they had spent their last moments truly alone with each other. The car Piccolo drove was still sitting in the same spot, still filled with Goku’s clothes and music.
Piccolo kneeled and gently scooped Goku into his arms. The Saiyan stirred and opened his eyes but the Namek nuzzled his face. "Shhh," whispered Piccolo. "It’s me Goku, it’s alright. Go back to sleep." The Saiyan did as he was told and swiftly fell limp into Piccolo’s chest.
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"How’d you know where I was?" asked Goku as Piccolo nudged him to wake up once they were at their destination: Piccolo’s room; his bed to be exact.
"Voice of the heart," the Namek replied, kissing Goku’s neck. "My friend told me you ran off, what happened?"
Goku sat up and Piccolo pulled away to let him have some space. The boy rubbed his eyes and replied, "I just couldn’t take the pressure anymore, that’s all." He buried his face in his hands and was silent a moment. I just don’t know what to do about any of this." Goku got up to pace the floor a bit before going to lean out the open window.
Piccolo watched him silently from his spot on the bed and wondered how to comfort him. "What are you faced with?" he asked. "I can’t promise you anything, but maybe I help?"
"You can’t," Goku replied. "Not unless you can change the past." Sadly he shook his head and turned to face Piccolo. "Change the past without changing the present. I love you Piccolo. I love you and not her, and that’s all there is too it. I can’t be happy with Chichi, and I know she can’t be happy with me, so why should the both of us go throw Hell? But how can I just abandon her in this time of need?"
"Goku, you’re speaking in riddles...."
"She’s pregnant with my child, Piccolo!" Goku blurted out. "What am I suppose to do now? Huh?! I can’t be with her, but I would feel guilty if I stayed with you, and ether way someone gets hurt! Maybe if I just kill myself....."
"Goku, no!" Piccolo jumped up and wrapped his arms around the Saiyan. "No, no, don’t do that."
"And why not?"
"Because I would suffer. It would be just the same as you staying with Chichi, only you’d really be in Hell. Listen, there’s a solution, you just don’t see it yet."
"And how do I see it?"
"Follow your heart; to whom does it point?"
"You."
Piccolo nodded. "And what does it tell you to do about Chichi? Listen...."
"Not......Don’t leave her alone....."
"Would she be alone if you were still her friend?"
".......No......"
"And have you abandoned her if you are still her friend?"
"No, I haven’t."
"See?" Piccolo asked letting Goku loose a bit so as to look into his eyes. "You make everything so complicated. Was it really that hard?"
"..................."
"Goku?"
"You told me you didn’t want to be in a relationship Piccolo. Why are you acting so lovey-dovey now?"
"I changed my mind because I came to terms with how much I need you to live. I love you Goku. Nothing will change that now; nothing can pull us apart."
"And what should I do with Vegeta?"
"Beat him, I hear you’re a better street dancer then he is. Why don’t you just take him out?"
Goku pulled away again and sat down on the floor. "We were once the best of friends," said the Saiyan, his voice sounding distant to Piccolo whose interest was now held tightly. He focused his gaze on a point on the floor as though he could never tear his eyes away from a non-existent object that was there. This object took Goku away from Piccolo’s room and into the depths of memories he hadn’t visited in a long time, and with him went Piccolo:
"We grew up together, almost like brothers. If you hadn’t met us before you might’ve thought we were. Sometimes even we ourselves considered it as a possibility.
"We were both orphans, more or less. My parents and I lived dead center in a gang territory; a rival gang shot them in a drive-by when I was five. The Gang Leader, he was a very kind man at times, found me hiding alone and sacred and took me in. Because some of our members killed in the same shooting as my parents, as well as to avenge my parent’s death, our gang stormed the rival’s hideout.
"I didn’t go with them but I was told that the other Leader was new and therefore, weak. He had several sons with a handful of different girls, but he prized his youngest and choose him to follow in his footsteps. This boy was the Vegeta you know today.
"Anyway, our gang returned with this little boy and threw him in a cage. They planed to use to boy as bait and when the father came for his son they would kill them both. I talked to the boy and we became friends so I went to beg for the boy’s life. Eventually our Leader changed his mind. When the father did come for his son though, our Leader shot him without a second thought right in front of Vegeta. Vegeta went straight to me to cry his heart out and from that moment we were practically inseparable."
Goku stopped as tears rolled down his cheeks. He shook from restraining the need to break down and cry, but took a deep breath and moved on:
"As the years passed, we never talked about it. It was a forbidden topic of conversation between us and none of the other members were allowed to speak of it around us. I liked it like that.
"The Gang raised us; they were our only family. They taught us everything they knew and what little they had learned from being in school. They treated us as equal members of the Gang. Even Vegeta, who was never really into watching out for the others of the Gang, but everyone just patted his head and reasoned that he could get away with it because they had slaughtered his real family in front of his innocent, young eyes.
"We entered puberty a few years after living with the Gang; of course all our education came from our Gang elders and sex was no exception. Vegeta became intensely interested in girls; every night he’d be out with a new one. I stayed home. The clubs and parties and drugs and sex and drinking never interested me much, and the other members didn’t bother to force it on me. The Leader talked with me on several accounts, but respected my wishes of being left out of it. However, Vegeta was rather hurt that I didn’t share in his new joys. Our lives were changing; I took up street dancing and he ran around with girls.
"I think he was afraid to lose me, Kami knows I cried every night I laid down alone in our shared bedroom, but he tried very hard to get me to join him. Several times I gave in to going out with him on a double date, but I never had fun. And then, he put one foot in my world. Overjoyed I tried like he had to coax him towards me only to discover that doing that pushed him father away."
There was a moment of silence. Goku stared at his invisible object as though he sought strength from it, whatever it may be. Again, he took a deep breath and continued:
"It was a cool October morning when it happened. Vegeta and the Leader had gone out for the night. When they still weren’t back by the next morning, one other members when out to look for them. He came back shortly afterward, ranting about madness and soaked in blood.
"The next few hours were a blur to me; to this day I can’t slow them down to fully process what happened. One minute I was in the hideout, next I’m standing on ground that has been stained with the blood of the entire Gang, my only family. Vegeta stood before me, covered from head to foot in blood. He had killed everyone, swiftly and quickly, until I was the last one standing. I couldn’t fight him, I couldn’t bring himself to harm him in anyway.
"I tried talking to him but he just beat me down. He took his time hurting me, making me suffer all the physical pain; but despite all he said and all he did to me, I remember looking into those eyes and seeing sorrow and pain and a desperate cry to make it stop. It was like he couldn’t control himself and I wish I could’ve been able to reach out to touch him, to show him it would be okay.
"He beat me to with an inch of my life. I blacked out and when I woke up I was in a hospital and Vegeta was gone. He covered his tracks so the police couldn’t track him, but I’m sure you saw it all on the news. The little youth that survived the gang war at the park, that was me. And that," he said looking up into Piccolo’s shocked face, "is the story of my past."
Now that all was done and said, Goku trembled until he could no longer hold back the tears and collapsed. Piccolo quickly pulled him in close to comfort the Saiyan, but how could he comfort such a pain? He held Goku as close as he could without crushing the boy and did his best to sooth the crying with cooing sounds and gentle strokes. It seemed to work for the sobs died down to hiccups and then to nothing at all.
They stayed in that embrace for a long time after the crying was done; each in their own thoughts but both touching the other’s for reassurance. Goku had poured his soul out to Piccolo and the Namek wasn’t sure how to cope. It made him realize how much he loved Goku though; he was enraged that Vegeta got away with causing Goku so much pain. What hurt Piccolo was that Goku seemed to have forgiven Vegeta and wished to seek no revenge of any kind; how could he just move on like that?!
No, Piccolo couldn’t trust Vegeta, no matter what Goku said. The Namek had seen something, something that sent out a message of fear, and he worried about Goku’s safety. The boy obviously trusted Vegeta but that message told Piccolo that the other Saiyan was a threat and that was all there was to it.
Goku moved out of the embrace and stood up. "I’m gonna practice dancing for a bit. You wanna watch?" he asked and held out his hand to help Piccolo up.
"Sure," the Namek said, eager to see what the Saiyan boy was capable of. "I’ll mix the music if you want."
"You can mix music?" asked Goku, appearing to suddenly be happy. All the sadness he had felt before seemed to disappear in an instant. Piccolo smiled half-heartedly as he followed Goku out of the room; it was nice to know that he would be okay.
In the living room Piccolo hopped behind a large lumpy sheet covered thing and unveiled it to be a rather disorganized pile of speakers wires, records, microphones, buttons, knobs, and something that resembled a record player; behold, a DJ’s desk.
"Whoa," marveled Goku. He had never really seen anyone actually mix music before so the complicity of this machine and Piccolo’s confidence in working it amazed the boy. "You sure Yamcha won’t mind if we use this stuff?"
"He won’t," replied Piccolo coolly as he slid into a small spot in which he could function the knobs and buttons. "Is there anything special you want me to play?"
The Saiyan dug through a bag of things that belonged to him and pulled out a CD case, which he popped open and handed the disk to Piccolo. "Can you play what’s on this? It’s what I like to dance to when I need clear my head." Piccolo took the disk and popped it into a sliding CD player door. He hit some buttons and the music began to play.
It started out at a good pace, not something you could break out and dance to just yet, but it quickly moved into a more upbeat tempo and Goku broke out the first of his moves on instinct to hearing the music. His moves were precise and accurate, as if he wouldn’t be able to move at all, were it not for the music. I became his blood and pulsed through his body to animate him; and when the music paused, so did Goku.
It was Piccolo’s turn to be amazed by Goku, the boy could kick ass! He clearly was much better then Vegeta; his whole soul, the very person he was, went into his dancing. The music blended form one beat to the next and as Goku blended with it, Piccolo found himself more and more entranced by the movements of his body.
Catching Piccolo staring hungrily at him, Goku faked a trip up and laid on the floor while the Namek shut the music off and watched him even more. For a while nothing was said as they watched each other, eyes locked and it was clear what each wanted. Then Piccolo’s lips curved into a seductive smile as he climbed out of the space and walked over to the boy laying openly on the ground.
"What do you want?" Whispered Piccolo standing over Goku. He kneeled down and kissed Goku’s tender lips. The Saiyan responded eagerly, darting his tongue to play Tag with Piccolo’s. As they always did, they broke to repeat the process.
When they paused for breath, Goku replied, "whatever you’re offering." Piccolo slid his hands through Goku’s hair as he slid his body over the boy beneath him. The Saiyan whimpered slightly as Piccolo pressed himself playfully against his new lover and ran his mouth along Goku’s jaw. The Namek nibbled the ear he found causing Goku to gasp.
Goku wrapped his arms around Piccolo and pulled him onto his body as he snuck his hand underneath the fabric that was Piccolo’s clothes. The Namek made encouraging as well as arousing purrs that vibrated in his chest and neck. The Saiyan purred back as he pulled away Piccolo’s shirt.
"Oh," muttered Piccolo pushing himself up. "We can't be here when we do this."
"Why not?" panted Goku. He followed Piccolo as the Namek picked up his shirt and got up to leave the living room.
"Yamcha will be home soon, it’s not something he’s gonna wanna walk in on," Piccolo replied. "Here, give me your shirt."
Goku obeyed and gave his shirt up to Piccolo who placed it on the outside doorknob with his own before locking the two in privacy. Piccolo made sure the blinds were closed before turning back to the Saiyan waiting patiently on the bed for him.
"Where were we?" asked Piccolo as he crawled on top of Goku, pushing him down gently onto the bed. The boy did not resist and responded by pulling his lover onto him as he slipped a leg to intertwine with Piccolo’s. Their passionate kisses began again with Piccolo’s mouth traveling down Goku’s heaving chest.
Slowly the heat creped over their caressing bodies as their clothes fell to heaps on the floor. Touches, kisses, licks, gentle bites and even whispers left a warmth that was growing rapidly.
Goku became slightly rougher as the heat intensified. He bit quickly and pressed himself more firmly against Piccolo. The Namek pulled the boy close to him and rolled over. "Gentle," he asked of Goku as his excitement began to overtake him. Now the work would really begin.
Each of their bodies pressed against each other; each cried out the other’s name. Painful only at first, it got easier with each thrust against the other body. Their mouths were constantly together or pressed passionately over the neck or chest or even to cause pleasure between the legs. Goku’s hands traveled over Piccolo’s body, bringing them both to heights of excitement they hadn’t felt before.
Then came the Climax.
For a moment everything stood still; their breath was caught, and their gaze was locked, each male was pressed firmly against the other. They, for a small moment, were one being; neither knew were Goku ended and were Piccolo began. And then they collapsed, the moment gone; they let loose what they had been holding back in that moment of absolute passion and unwavering love.
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Piccolo laid awake faintly whispering a lullaby in Namek to the sleeping boy on top of him. Goku had been completely drained of energy by the end of the fifth round and Piccolo had stroked him into sleep. He smiled contently at the boy and played with the tips of his hair. How sweet it was to be able to watch his lover like this!
But thrust set over Piccolo and he cursed, knowing he would have to leave Goku’s side to quench it. Sighing, he rolled over so he could get up without disturbing Goku too much. Before leaving, Piccolo gazed down upon the Saiyan’s naked and perfect body lovingly and bent over to give him a tender kiss on the cheek. "I love you," he whispered gently in his ear. "No matter what."
Piccolo picked up his clothes and put them back on. Because he didn’t want to tease Yamcha any more then he might have, (the boy had been home for quite some time now) he found a clean shirt and threw that on as well before going out into the rest of the apartment.
"Hey," Piccolo said as he saw Yamcha washing some dishes in the sink. The human's eyes darted quickly to the Namek’s body and then back to the dishes. He rinsed to soapy bowls and plates and then began to dry them.
"Hope you didn’t use up too much energy Piccolo; we still have work tonight, or did you forget?" Yamcha finally said.
"Yeah, I didn’t forget," the Namek replied as he slid into a seat at the dinner table.
"Does your Lover know he has to leave in two hours?"
"No, you have to leave in two hours. My shift starts in seven hours."
"I don't want him here."
"Okay, I'll move out then."
Yamcha stopped for a minute to shoot Piccolo a Look out of the corner of his eye that plainly said, "you do that." He then continued to violently dry the dishes and angrily shove them into the cupboard. When he was done, Yamcha stood there leaning on the sink and an uncomfortable silence filled the air. Then, without another word to anyone, he stomped across the apartment, into his room and slammed the door hard enough that Piccolo jumped a little.
Sighing again, the Namek got up and went to Yamcha’s room. He didn’t even bother to knock, he just barged right in on a half dressed human. But Before Yamcha could start screaming insults at his former lover, Piccolo took hold of his shoulders and pulled him into a deep, tongue entwining kiss.
And that’s when Goku became fully wake.

*End Chapter 7!*

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