Chapter two up, and thanks for the nice reviews, I needed that.


"Don't touch him. Demon! Evil demon!" littered Piccolo's dreams, never letting up for a moments peace. He knew who it was, ChiChi. But why did all the things she do effect him so strongly. Even as he slept, he talked to himself saying that it was silly to dwell on something so inferior. "Demon, just like your father." The voices changed, into someone who was once welcoming, now it was as cold as ChiChi's. "How could I have ever thought that you could do good?" Goku stepped up to bat, and gave the Namek everything he had. And what came next caused Piccolo to strike out. It was Gohan.

If only he could take Gohan away from them, he might have a chance to live normally, or as normally as possible with a Namek as a father, so Piccolo rushed over and flew away with Gohan underneath his strong arm. Gohan looked up at the man running, or flying away with him in his grasp.

"Stop, where are you taking me?"

"Away Gohan, away."

"I don't want to go, with you. Mommy said you are evil."

"She's full of hot air, that's all."

"Well I like her more than you."

With that, Gohan pushed himself out of Piccolo's hold, and flew back to his mother. Piccolo was emotionally struck down, and fell, never hitting the ground for what seemed like years. Just falling, without knowing how to fly. He tried but failed, like the driving test. Eventually he let himself fall, maybe when he hit the ground he would die and not have to live anymore. The speed of his declining journey grew as he came closer to the ground. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he dwindled farther down, to the cold floor of life.

As he hit the ground, he woke up and bounced of the desert floor as if he had truly fallen.

He grabbed his head and found that he had a splitting headache, and the sounds of his dream had not left him, no, that would be too kind. Whatever it was that was causing him this pain wanted him to suffer. He couldn't think well, his mind was too crowded. His current location was too quite and secluded, maybe if he could go somewhere more loud, it would drive away the things in his head. And it wouldn't hurt to get some pills, he would normally tough it out, but this was too severe to take, it had to have been worse than a migraine.

Piccolo took to the sky in search of a city with a drugstore in it. he managed to spot a large city in the distance and flew towards it to the best of his ability. His pace and concentration were shaky and made it very hard to fly those several miles to salvation. It seemed to go farther away the closer he came. He knew it was just his mind playing games and closed his eyes as he flew in a straight line to the city.

Tiffany

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeep! "Ahh, stupid alarm clock", Tiffany said, as she reached over to stop the obnoxious beeping. Looking at the time, she noticed that it was ten minutes later than it was set on to wake her up. Being in a state of half-sleep, she did not care, and overlooked it as she got up to take her daily shower, it would always help to wake her up. As she lathered her hair and scrubbed to get the full effect, she let her mind wonder. Still not being fully awake, she just thought about anything that popped up in her head, in this case it was the green man off of the news, Piccolo, if she remembered correctly, but then again, how could she forget such an odd name?

She didn't know what he really looked like beyond his lower chest, but with just that little of him being revealed, she knew that he had a marvelous body, one that any girl would kill to lick, regardless of color. She found herself imaging him holding her passionately around the waist, and backing her up so that she rubbed against his body, certain parts that she happened to rub up against will remain unnamed. She started to lose herself, but was quickly jolted back when shampoo ran in her eyes. "What a mood breaker", she said as she tried to wash her eyes out. When she succeeded in getting it all out, she just talked to herself as she got out to dry off.

"He doesn't even know I exist. Like I'll ever meet him anyway". After convincing herself

that dreams was just that, dreams, she took a deep breath and got ready to leave. Not in any real rush, she strolled out of her apartment, down the stairs, out the entrance of the building, and into her car, where she just sat. The pictures of them still fresh in her mind she flipped down the mirror, and noticed that her hair was still wet, but it would dry eventually, right? She fixed it back to it's original position and turned her keys to start her car. She rolled down her window some to make an air current that would dry her hair quicker, and backed out of her parking space to join the city and all it's people.

Piccolo

After coming across a convenience store, Piccolo stumbled in the glass doors, and tried to stray away from the attention of the manager, which wasn't too hard since he had a newspaper unfolded in front of his face and a half finished six-pack on the counter. Piccolo found the row with some pain relievers on it's shelves. Not caring which, he just swiped a bottle and popped the top to pour himself a hand full. He ate three, and put the rest in his pocket, just in case he needed more, and left the store without even being noticed.

Coming to the corner of the street, he watched as the cars rushed by, not allowing a second to go by so that someone could get by. "Why am I waiting?" Piccolo rubbed his head and glided over the busy street to the opposite street, which was the corner of Redwood and Chicopee. Coming upon a bench, which had a woman and her son already sitting on it, he sat down next to them, and soon she got up and took her son away. He still had it, the ability to run terror through the people he came across. He showed a rare smile, but didn't keep it for long as the headache started kicking in. It had dulled down some, since he never uses pills for anything, it worked twice as hard as he expected.

As he watched people walk by, and suddenly freeze, then quickly walk away, he began to feel like the were completely overreacting. They all can't possibly know that he is the spawn of the man that had caused so much chaos. Then it must have been the way he looked. "Tch", he said, as he watched the people that populated the city. He then saw all kinds of bear, dog, and cat-like people walk the sidewalks. Like he was so weird that people had to run from him, there were far more interesting beasts to gawk at, why was he so different?

"Pathetic humans, they are all the same", Piccolo said as he rubbed his sore head. "They should be lucky to have such greatness. I bring color." Piccolo joked with himself and just turned his attention away from the commoners littering the streets, and tried to concentrate to see if his mind was safe to tread in. He soon found his answer when all he heard was Gohan's words. "Wanting to stay with......HER!" Piccolo said mentally, and he started to think that he had truly heard him say those things.

He heard the door to the restaurant behind him open and then close, but it wasn't anyone but the cook. He caught her eyes and she just stared at him. The large, red haired woman just stared into his eyes through the glass, no reaction. The name on her apron read in big red letters, SHERRI'S TURF. He respected the woman since she didn't show a sign of fear, and decided to let her get back to the job of opening the diner by turning back around to once again, stare at the street.

Tiffany

"I hope Sherri got there, cause I'm running late", Tiffany said as she rushed through the crowds of cars and buses to try and get there without being too late. She had this feeling in her gut that today would be interesting, and that she shouldn't miss one second of it. It was in her sights, she just had to get past one more red light and then she would be there, and of corse she came from the side that hid Piccolo.

She found her spot next to Sherri's yellow truck and hurried in to get things at the register and tables ready. They were bound to have several people in today, but then again. No later than setting up the last table with clean utensils and menus, a lone man came in and sat down at the counter. She walked over to him and took his order, steak, raw, and some bacon and eggs with a tall beer. She tore the ticket off of the booklet and handed to Sherri so that she could fulfill the sleazy-looking man's wishes.

"Them's there, your horses on the walls?"

"Yes sir, he was my pride and joy when I lived back in Texas."

" I'm from Big Texas too, just a trucker that's all, never really get to stay at home for too long."

"Why did you end up here?"

"Well, my horse died, and soon after so did my father. My mother still lives there, but I had to get away."

"That's too bad."

The man went silent and five minutes later Sherri called out to Tiffany so that she could deliver the man's meal. Tiffany had two more people come in, also lonely truckers, but they took booths. After getting and then returning their food she went over to Sherri and just chatted, waiting for someone else to come in or for one of them to finish. The first trucker walked up to the cash register and gave her the total amount, $10.45. He also gave her a generous tip, maybe she should tell others that story, it seems to make them tip higher.

As she opened the money depositor, she struggled with the change, and tried to get them in the right slots, and when she looked up in frustration, she saw him. She dropped the change and closed it back without properly separating it and looked at what she thought was Piccolo. "Is he bald", she thought. She then noticed his pointy ears. This had to be him, there were no other green men in the city, she was sure of that.

"Sher, watch the money for a second will you", Tiffany said as she went out the doors and ever-so-slowly walked around the corner. She was worried that he would see her right away, but to her surprise, he was sleeping, sitting up. This was perfect, she could look at him more closely without him knowing. The cars and people drowned out the small sounds of her footsteps that he would normally pick up on, even while sleeping, and came within a foot of him and gazed at how she was right about him being in great, no perfect shape.

She was mesmerized by him. His pink muscles on his arm, and the slightest hint of the tip of his pink stomach showed, because his shirt was pulled down by his arms being crossed over his lower stomach. She saw his antennas and thought that they actually suited him, which they do. She wanted to feel his whole body, and since he had saved a bus load of children, he must not be crazy, so she gathered the courage she had to shake his shoulder nearest to her and try to wake him up.

"........... eh, what!?!"

"Sir are you alright?"

"Of corse I am, I'm just resting."

"Your eyes sure are red, is something wrong?"

"Just a migraine, that's all. Why would you care?"

"I believe in helping people, just as long as they deserve it."

"What makes you so sure that I DO deserve it?"

"Just call it a gut instinct, now come into the diner. This chaotic street can't be helping it go away."

Piccolo just watched the strange woman walk away and turn the corner to go into the eatery. "She's not afraid of me either", Piccolo uttered as he watched every move that she made. He wasn't sure if he should, but then again, he could use some water. Not only that, but he also felt something pulling him towards her, what it was he couldn't tell, but it was somewhat strong. "What if she's like ChiChi? No, all women can't possibly be the same, can they?" Piccolo got off the bench, and had to fight for his balance. The pills were causing him to be drowsy, and he could barely stand on his feet. He found the glass window of the diner, and used it as a brace to walk all the way to the entrance.

As he entered the truckers left in unison, almost like they had come together, and that left Tiffany alone with Piccolo, and Sherri. Piccolo sat down at the stool that the first trucker sat at earlier, and laid his head down on the counter top at an attempt to rest his head.

"Is the water free?"

"For you it is. Yeah, it's free."

"Get me some."

"Of corse. Do you want something to eat? It'll be free as well."

"No thanks, I'm not hungry. Mainly because I don't eat."

"Really, that's interesting. By the way, I'm Sara."

"I'm......"

"Piccolo, I know."

Piccolo looked up at 'Sara', and tried to figure out how she knew his name. She brought him a large glass of iced water and in a matter of seconds it was gone, awaiting to be refilled. Sherri watched from the kitchen at how Tiffany or 'Sara' was acting. She had been on this Earth long enough to Piece the puzzle together. She just laughed to herself as Tiffany 'Sara' surrounded Piccolo with special attention.

Tiffany referred to herself by Sara, because of security reasons. She's very paranoid like that. She will only tell someone here real name if she feels that she can really trust him/her, and she was hoping that she could tell Piccolo soon.

"So, what's it like to fly?"

"Who are you, should I know you?"

"No, but I know you because you were on the news last night."

"News, great. I knew I should have let the bus fall. The fire might have been a nice sight."

"Yeah, sure. You're just a big softy."

Piccolo began to get uncomfortable when she started to warm up to him a little bit too quickly. When a group of young girls came in to apply for a job, Sara took Piccolo to the back office so that he could rest while she dealt with the girls. When she left her office and closed the door behind her, Piccolo fought with himself. He tried to stay awake, what for he didn't know, and then heard the voices coming back. "Just think of something else", he said as he put a mental block on the invading horror that was his mind. This was quite a problem since all he ever thought about was the very thing causing him this pain.

His head fully relaxed on the messy table, littered with papers among other things. "Curse those pills", Piccolo said as the rest of his being slipped into the world of dreams. Fearing the worst, Piccolo tried to force all his dreams back, but with no success. One escaped his grasp, and he found himself confused as he watched it play on in his head. It was him, sleeping, in the same room that he was in when he fell asleep. Only one thing was different, he was leaning back in his chair instead of lying on the table. Big deal, but when he heard the office door creak open, he began to pay closer attention to everything that was going on.

Light was shining behind the person standing at the door, which showed a somewhat short, silhouetted figure. The person stood there for a minute and then slowly skulked in towards the sleeping Piccolo. "Who's that?" Piccolo questioned his dream, but was not given an answer, but his curiosity for what was going to happen ended when he saw the figure bend down over the leaned back Piccolo, and kissed him. It placed it's hands on his cheeks and kissed deeper. He could feel it, but it wasn't real, was it?

It backed away, but before leaving, it placed a small kiss on his forehead and then departed. Piccolo walked over to himself and tried to wake himself up, but only went through when he tried to punch. Maybe if he yelled, he would wake up. So he did, and no sooner than opening his mouth the real him woke up. As he opened his eyes, he felt how he was laying, leaned back over the back of the chair. He felt his lips, and then his forehead. "It's, kinda moist. Maybe I was sweating." Piccolo shook his head and looked out of the office window. It was just about to be night, the sun was going down, and showed off all kinds of beautiful shades of pinks, purples, yellows, reds, and oranges.

He turned around to leave and noticed that the door was slightly ajar. This was a sure clue to the fact that someone had entered after he had fallen asleep. He reached the doorknob, and as soon as he touched the cold metal, he felt him self get dizzy. "What kind of pills do this?" Piccolo uttered before departing into the front area, where Sara was. She saw him come from the back and sit down at the counter. The restaurant was half full by this point, and one of the girls from before was already helping. Her name was Auni, she was a short, black woman with short brown hair, and red bangs hanging down in her face. She had already started, because she had previous experience as a waitress.

With this new help, Sara had plenty of time to herself, behind the cash register, waiting for people to come and pay. She abandoned her post, and moved over to stand in front of Piccolo and see how he was doing.

"How's it hangin' big guy, you still look a little pale, I think."

"Those pills have some odd side effects, my headache is mostly gone, but now I'm dizzy."

"What kind of pills where they, Advil?"

"Not sure, here."

Piccolo handed Sara a pill from his pocket, and when she examined it closely, she realized what the problem was, they were pills to relieve period pains. Normally, they wouldn't do that much to a guy, but in Piccolo's case they were anything but kind. She tried to the best of her ability to tell Piccolo what he had taken, and he wasn't fully sure of what a 'period' meant.

"Period, what's a period."

"It's the time of the month when women get cramps, and bleed from......."

"Bleed, from where...... WAIT!!! Those were for women?"

"Heehee..."

"What else happens. Like I NEED to know."

"I don't feel comfortable going into too much detail, but another sign of a period is that for some women, they get cranky, and easily annoyed."

"That might explain ChiChi."

"CHICHI, whose ChiChi?"

"Someone."

"O, okay."

Sara turned around and wondered who this 'ChiChi' was. "Is he taken already?" She said inside of herself as she walked to the register to take care of a person that was there ready to pay. As she was distracted by the man with the check, another man sitting on the other side of the room got up and slowly made his way to the bathroom. Piccolo was half out of it and Auni was watching him for a moment, but later turned her attention to another man that was ordering. The man going to the bathroom stopped and looked for a sign to make his move. The man ordering made a slight movement of his red baseball hat and the other man at the register did something similar to that of the other man, and since the door to the bathroom was almost directly next to the entrance into the kitchen and back of the counter, that left him with a golden opportunity to attack.

The man ran up behind Sara and wrapped one arm around her neck and took a gun out with the other and pointed it towards her head. The man ordering did the same to Auni when she turned around and the other man leaned over the counter to swipe as much money out of the open register as he could. The other people in the diner just watched in fear of what would happen next, and Piccolo looked up and was shocked out of his dizziness by what he saw. The man on Sara pointed his gun at Piccolo and warned him to stay still, the gun didn't scare him and when he was about to attack, the women proved that they could watch out for themselves.

With one man controlling Sara, Piccolo, and the rest of the people in the diner, one on Auni, and one getting the money, they all were completely unaware of Sherri, the burly red headed cook. She grabbed a heavy pan and through the window overlooking the diner, hit the man holding Sara hard on the head. Once he was caught off guard, Piccolo blasted his gun into nothing, and Sara elbowed him in the stomach. He backed up and was caught by Sherri, she held him the same way he held Sara. Auni punched the man holding her in the same manner, but also delivered more of a beating. She grabbed the arm holding the gun and did something to his wrist to make him drop it. Once it hit the floor, she flipped him over her shoulder and threw him hard into the tiled floor, breaking one. Piccolo watched in amazement at how they all protected themselves, and then saw the third man rush out the door.

"I'll get him", Piccolo said as he bulleted after him with great speed, so much that they didn't see him leave. In less than a second, Piccolo appeared in front of the last robber, and punched him into a wall that they stood next to. Taking the bag of money in one hand, and the criminal in the other, he went back to the diner as Sara called the police. The man that was held by Sherri was on the floor. She had done some kind of wrestling hold on him and made him pass out. The people sitting in the booths applauded at their heroics, and one woman even cried.

The police came five or so minutes later and took the men to jail. The remaining people left and said that they would surely be back, they enjoyed the entertainment. Sara wiped the sweat from her face and said in a cracky voice, "You both are getting a raise." She then looked at Piccolo and he had already succumbed to the effects of the pills once again. For the rest of the night, only two more people came in, and when the last one left, so did Auni and Sherri. Sara waved them off and turned her attention to Piccolo.

"Well, what are you going to do? I have to leave now"

"Guess I'll go back home."

"Where do you live? Maybe I can give you a ride."

"That would be impossible, I live in the middle of the desert."

"Guess you flew here than, huh?"

"I tried, and that was when I wasn't dizzy. I'm never going to get back now."

"Well, I will take it upon myself to nurse you back to complete health."

"That's alright, I'll pass."

"O, at least try me out for one day, pleeeeease."

Sara sat dangerously close to the large green man, and if it were anyone else, he would have knocked them away, but she stirred some unknown thing inside of him. Plus, she pleaded just like Gohan. He remembered one night when he was training Gohan for the upcoming, sayian attack. He had already warmed up to Gohan's boyish charms, more than he would have liked to, and found himself in an emotional bind. "Mr. Piccolo, please don't leave me, not yet." The small child wrapped his arms around one of Piccolo's exposed ankles, and acted as sweet and pathetic as he could. Piccolo kicked him away, but then looked down at the tearing Gohan, and couldn't hold back a grin. Gohan stretched a huge smile across his face when he saw his teacher sit back down next to the fire, to stay with the child for the rest of the night.

He looked back, and tried to recognize the emotions that he had felt back then and the ones he felt now. Almost exactly the same, but one thing was distinctly different, he was a small child, and SHE was a fully grown woman. "Ridiculous", he spat as she turned around to hope for a good answer. He just looked at her, and when he saw the same twinkle in her eyes as the ones in Gohan's, the ones that symbolized hope and joy, he couldn't say no. He had dashed enough dreams in his lifetime, and couldn't bear the thought of causing another person pain again, especially if he could make them happy by just being around them, and giving them the time of day.

"Fine, but if I feel better in the morning, I'm gone."

"Okay, and if you do end up leaving, feel free to come by here or at my apartment. I'm guaranteed to be at one or the other."

"Humpf...."

He watched her face light up and it brought some warmness to his heart to know that he could make people feel that way. She slide into the back office again, and once she was ready, they were gone. Piccolo found her car slightly cramped, but once again, nothing he couldn't get used to. She bounced around in her car seat at the thought of having her secret crush alone with her for the rest of the night, but when she looked over and saw Piccolo staring at her with a raised eye ridge, she stopped fidgeting and blushed at the thought of him thinking that she was silly and immature. Unbeknown to her, he did think these things, but he liked it, they were much more tolerable than how Goku acts at the dinner table, ChiChi acts around strange guests, and how Master Roushi acts like a horny teenager around any woman with a decent figure that his old, perverted eyes happen to gaze upon. He thought about how much he would like to give that man a betting, but he was always afraid that he would break him.

For what seemed like forever for Sara, they finally arrived, and they would soon be in more comfortable conditions. As they walked up the stairs, and she opened her door for Piccolo to walk in, she found herself with a devilish smirk on her face, like she planned to have a fun night, with the completely aloof green man that she loved so deeply. "Tiff, what are you thinking, he's here to get better, not tortured. *tables turn to devil* But he's so hot, just look at him. *tables turn back to angle* Give him time to adjust before doing anything too drastic, he isn't like normal men, he won't just let you get everything you want. Just play good hostess for right now, and maybe if and when he starts to warm up more to you, then you can attack, but I would still give it awhile, it is always better when it means something, not just a spur of the moment kind of thing." Sara looked over at the uncomfortable man in her living room, and got him a glass of water, before showing him to the couch and easing him down a bit.

The night went on, and Piccolo made her the happiest girl in the world. They did nothing but talk and exchange cursory glances, but that was more than would normally be expected of Piccolo. Late night settled in and Piccolo began to get tired, so she got up and snatched a large, purple and blue blanket out of a closet, and covered the sexy man on her couch. She watched him slip away, and before leaving to her bedroom chamber, she lightly caressed his antenna and brushed a tinder kiss on his cheek. She walked away, and Piccolo's eyes shot open. "She just..." He stopped himself and felt the place that her lips had made contact with his skin. His antenna were tingling at the still present feeling of Sara playing with them. A sweat droplet poured down his face as he began to feel something. He looked down at his lap, and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw something rise from underneath his baggy, purple leggings.

He calmed down a bit, and slightly touched the tip of the protruding object between his legs. He took his hand away in confusion at the feeling of it, but instead of trying to figure what had happened to his usually limp, thing, he just laid back down and tried to go to sleep. And as for Sara, she just leaned against her bedroom door and said in a low and wanting voice, "You'll be mine soon, Green Steed."


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