Just incase anyone is confused, Tiffany and Sara are one in the same. She will tell Piccolo her real name soon, maybe even in this chapter, depends on my mood. May also have a bit of angst and romance.^-^

Enjoy chapter 3!!!



Sara awoke and jumped straight out of bed and into the livingroom to see if Piccolo had gone. She slowly approached the couch, and to her great relief, he was still there, shirtless even. Okay, not completely shirtless, it was just exposing his stomach and half of his chest. As she started to feel herself drool at the image of Piccolo relaxed on her couch, she settled on her right foot, and doing this created a somewhat loud squeak from the floorboards, awaking Piccolo instantaneously. He first just looked up at her, in her imitation-silk nightgown, that gave off a deep red color. Yes, she liked red, she also liked black and purple, so much so that almost everything she owned were of those colors.

Just staring at her, in this state of half-awareness, he felt that odd feeling come over him again. And since he was in this current state of mind, he didn't have complete control over himself. He just continued to stare at her, as if she were the most radiant being on the plant, and lifting one of his arms, he cupped her face with his large palm, causing her to blush wildly.

"Piccolo!"

"You look, beautiful."

"I....."

She was interrupted by him moving in on her, fast. When they were about a inch away from each other, only a breath away from making contact, she moved away. He looked at her with his still drowsy demeanor, and could only wonder why she had made such a random move. After all, he knew that she wanted him, any idiot could see that, but why did she move herself away. Did he come on too fast, or was it just her? Not knowing the answer, he got up, adjusted his shirt, and made his way out after giving her one last confused, and crushed, glance.

"Wait."

"What, what happened?"

"I thought I was ready, but that wasn't really you. When we first kiss, I want it to be real."

"KISS..... Don't get your hopes up on me ever acting like that again, I'm not taking anymore of those womanly pills..... Till next time, Tiffany."

Piccolo walked out and left 'Tiffany' felling dumbfounded and utterly shocked at what she had just heard come out of his mouth. Her real name, but how did he know? Surly he hadn't heard it from Sherri, and Auni thought that her name was Sara, so it couldn't have been her. Her tag on her uniform said Sara, and so did any papers that she signed that weren't serious. How did he feel about her lying to his face? He didn't seem to be hurt, but then again, she had seen people like him that were very good at hiding their true feelings, and he looked like he was really good at keeping to himself. But then again, why would he have wanted to kiss her like he did? He couldn't have been all the way out of it. Or could he?





For the next few weeks, Tiffany had seen not one sign of Piccolo, and was beginning to lose hope of ever seeing him again. "Maybe he needs his space, and will show up any day?" She tried to think of any reason of why he had not been around, not knowing that was his nature, to leave one day, stay gone for god only knows how long, then come back out of the blue. But then again, even if she did know, she would still worry. There was no getting around that unpleasant feeling, not when it was her in the receiving line, and not when there was something so, big, on the other end. She'd be lucky if he showed up in another couple of months.

The day that he left, she skipped work, and called everyone to tell them that she wouldn't be coming in, so they got a day off as well. But today, even with the raw feeling of the tall, green man in her thoughts, she had to go, she was breaking in two new waitresses, the other girls that were in Auni's group, the day they were almost robbed, the day he was still with her. She couldn't get away from thoughts of him. She needed to block it out, because if she had let things like that get in her way, she wouldn't be the person she was today.

She left her apartment, and did her normal routine of getting in her car and driving to work. She stayed surprisingly focused on the way to the diner and when she got there, the two girls had already arrived, and were waiting with Sherri. She pulled in and parked in her normal spot. She took a deep breath, thought of everything once more and then exhaled it all away before leaving the safeness of her car.

"Good morning, how is everyone doing today."

"Great Miss Lowe.*Lowe was Tiffany's last name* Just got here."

"Well, perfect timing, huh? Macie, and..... um..."

"Amanda."

"Sorry, a lot on my mind lately. Shall we go inside and get ready for work."

Tiffany unlocked the front door and led the three other women in. Sherri went straight to the kitchen, and Macie along with Amanda followed Tiffany to her office for briefing, and to get their mandatory shirt, which was available in three colors, a checkbook for writing down orders, and a name tag. Tiffany held the three shirts so that they could pick which one they wanted. Macie made her mind up easily with the purple shirt, and Amanda looked closely at the remaining orange and blue shirts. She later settled with orange, and they both went to change.

As they made their way out to switch shirts in the bathroom, Tiffany was left alone in her office to once again be bombarded by her thoughts. She put the blue shirt back in the closet and turned around and looked at her desk, and her chair.

***FLASHBACK***

Tiffany held a glass of water tightly in her hand as she made way to her office. The group of girls all departed, except for one, who stayed behind to start her new job early. As she made her way, her mind was blank, unoccupied by any thought or image, until. She cracked open the door and looked in to see Piccolo laying back on the chair. He looked like a painting with the window behind him and the rays of the dying sun shining on his face. She felt a rush of heat flash over her face, and gulped the water before it had a chance to be given to Piccolo. That wasn't enough, she needed more, so she went to the kitchen and poured another whole glass, and did with it as she had done with the other. Placing it in the sink to be later washed by Sherri, she went back to the office to observe the slumbering man in her chair.

She had already gone over in her mind about how she thought Piccolo was a very unique and, beautiful, man. She would never meet anyone else like him, or so she thought, and never expected to feel anything deeper than a slight crush for him, but there was something about him, something drawing her towards him, like a magnet. She made her way up to Piccolo, and just looked at him. She reached for his face, but backed away when he breathed in deeply then exhaled with a loud huff.

She came back from her retreat, already halfway out the door, and went to stand next to Piccolo once again. She looked down onto the sunlit face of the green man who was soon to be invading her life. She paid close attention to his lips, chapped, but inviting. She gently traced his lip outline before bending over and kissing him, softly. As she put her lips on his, the emptiness in her heart momentarily filled with more warmth than she had ever felt before.

Only getting a rush of steamy air from his parted lips as a answer, she left his lips and placed a kiss on his forehead, before leaving him alone.

***End Flashback***

Tiffany sat in the chair and buried her face in the palms of her hands, lost forever in thoughts of a needed love.

Piccolo

"Come on, kid. Huh huh, You can't be tired already."

"Mr. Piccolo, please. I'm hungry. Can we go home?"

"Home."

"I mean, can you take me home?"

"You can find it yourself."

Piccolo looked down into the face of his young student, and could only think about that one word, 'home'. He certainly had no home with Gohan. The desert was his only home. Jolted back to reality by Gohan pulling at his pants, he looked down at the child's distressed face. But then saw that look in his eyes. How he hated it, the way he'd kind of melt every time it was used against him. Gohan tugged harder, making Piccolo's pants fall a bit.

Piccolo pushed Gohan away, and pulled his pants back up, before putting his hand in Gohan's hair and then agreeing to take him home. As they flew, Gohan went in circles around Piccolo. Not being amused, Piccolo gave Gohan a grim look once their eyes meet. "Stop, you're making me dizzy." Gohan just flew beside Piccolo for another couple of miles and then came up close to him and tapped him on the cheek.

"You're it!!! You can't catch me."

Humpf. "You wanna bet on that."

Gohan rushed forward, and then looked back as Piccolo jetted towards him, surprising him that he was playing along. They just went in zig-zagged lines trying to evade each other, but stopped when the house was within sight.

"GOHAN!!!"

"Guess I'm trouble again. Bye Mr. Piccolo."

"Later, kid."

Gohan looked back as he flew away, and Piccolo actually waved to him as he descended to the ground in front of his house. When Piccolo heard ChiChi start at it, he flew back to his 'home' to be alone, again. Left to himself as he journeyed back, few things came into his thoughts. And of corse what did was Tiffany. Back in the apartment, what he did. What did he do? All he remembered doing was holding onto Tiffany as she broke away. Up to then, he had seemed to have been sleeping, or at least daydreaming. He strained for any hint, or clue, but to no avail. All he got was himself feeling embarrassed, yet, intrigued. Why? He didn't know, but he knew that he had let the Earth girl apprehend enough of him already, he needed to get her out of his mind before anything too outlandish happened. He didn't really know what could happen, but he did know that seemingly, nothing good would come of it.

As he pushed the thoughts of her away, he felt a subconsciousness inside of himself, grow cold. Colder than it had ever been. He had grown used to this feeling, but still, he couldn't place his finger on it, what caused it, who caused it, or how it could be warmed up. Whenever he was around Gohan, everything in his heart seemed to turn okay, but this wasn't soothed by the child's happy and giddy demeanor. And for the past few weeks, whenever Tiffany came into mind, the coldness grew even more frigid. What was it about her? No Earthling had ever done this to him before. He was fine around her back then, but those couple of minutes, the ones before he woke up in her apartment, the ones that were shrouded in mystery, seemed to change his way of seeing her.

He must admit something to himself. Ever since his dream at the diner, and the kiss before he fell asleep in her home, he had begun to like her. A deeper liking than the one he had for Gohan, one that was more foreign to him than anything else he could possibly comprehend, one that made him want to see her again. He mustn't give in to temptation, that wasn't his style. He wanted to withdraw himself, to see just how strong these feelings could get, not knowing that was the worst thing he could ever do. And as he tried harder, it grew worse. "Maybe I'll check back in later, maybe."

Tiffany

Tiffany woke up, but in a different place. Nothing was the same, except for the chair she was in. She looked around not knowing what was going on. Nothing was right, nothing. She tried to talk, or yell out for someone, but to no avail. There was no sound coming out of her. The endless black void seemed to suck up everything. She turned around and noticed that her chair disappeared. Not knowing what else to do, she walked. Without ever reaching anything, she just walked and walked for miles, never ending.

When she was beginning to lose hope, a small light could be seen in the distance. Her momentum grew as she went towards it. When she reached it, she could feel some kind of door. It was a keyhole showing the light. As she stumbled on the handle, she twisted it, and with all her might, pulled the door open. A huge burst of white stole her sight for a few seconds, but when it returned, she could not believe what she saw. Piccolo, and herself, together. The scenery came next.

They seemed to be in her apartment, more specifically, her bedroom."I love you, Piccolo", the twin Tiffany said as Piccolo ran his hand through her long, brown hair. "Sure", he said as he pulled her into his chest and hugged her. She looked beyond her bed and as the picture of herself and Piccolo in her bed faded, a large, grey, marble door came into sight. She found herself walking towards it, and like she did with the first, struggled to get it open. She managed to get it open enough to slip through, and when she came in, she felt what seemed like a full on punch to the stomach. She fell to her knees holding it, and when she looked up, she saw herself, in the same torture. Only the twin wasn't alone. She was back at the diner, being helped in a booth by one of the people eating there. Sherri rushed out of the back and yelled at Macie to phone for a ambulance.

Once again, the scene faded away, leaving another mysterious door. This one was of a different color. It was a sort of blue. As she pulled on it, she didn't succeed in opening it. But when she looked in the middle, some words appeared. "Don't fret, all will come into the light. This is only the beginning, and if there is one thing that you should take away from this, it is, BEWARE!" With that, she was thrown away from the door by a strong gust of wind, and when she looked back up, the pleasant blue color mixed with red, like a kind of blood red. As the red ran down, covering the blue, more words appeared. "This doesn't have to happen, only you can stop it, maybe. Keep your mind open." The words left, and she fell on the ground, asleep.

Tiffany jumped almost completely out of her chair, and when she looked up, her two new waitresses were standing at the door confused behind Sherri who stared on with a slight bit of worry.

"Are you alright? You're sweating somethin' awful."

"I'm alright Sherri, just a weird dream, I think."

"We are gettin' some people in, this would be a good time to test the girls, don't ya' think?"

"Yes it would, thank you Sherri. Now, which one of you wants to go first?"

"Me, please."

"Of corse Amanda, lets see what you can do."

Sherri went back into the kitchen and waited for the order, while Tiffany and Macie watched Amanda talk to a elderly woman, and a younger man, possibly her son. With the slightest hint of Chinese in her voice, she asked for their drink and food order if they were ready. They had been there for a few minutes already so they had in mind the thing they wanted.

"A cola for me, and for my Ma, a sweet tea."

"I'll be back in a second with your drinks and did you want to order your food yet?"

"Yes, I'll have a, hummm, how about a plain burger. And for you Ma.

"Can I have a child's burger? I like small things."

"Of corse, now that was a cola, and plain burger for you, sir, and a sweet tea and child's burger for you, Ma'am. Alright, be back in a sec."

In no more than thirty seconds, she returned with the drinks, okay maybe a little longer, and once again informed them that the food would be ready in a few minutes. Returning to her boss for a report on how she did, Amanda couldn't help but wonder if she would get a tip. "Great job", Tiffany praised Amanda on how quickly she had finished with them. Once that was over, Sherri rang the 'ready' bell for Amanda to pick up. She left to go deliver the food, while Tiffany said the next person in would be for Macie.

With that done, Tiffany walked over to a booth and read a menu, debating wether or not to order something. As she looked over it again and again, she felt a twinge on the side of her head. She found it rather annoying, and when she turned her head to try and get rid of it, she just continued to look out, lost in the madness of the bustling city. Just looking at their faces and nothing more, she came across a very tall man, and tilted her head to get a better view, and when he passed, behind him was something, something far away, but familiar nonetheless. She blinked and in no more than a second later, it was gone.

Later

As the day drew to an end, everything went smoothly, just like it normally would. With the street lights and neon signs hanging from buildings lighting the city floor. Every night, the time she left work seemed to get later. 11:00 P.M. was the time she left tonight. She exited into the dimly lighted abyss of the parking lot after turning off the lights and the neon sign. As she walked to her car, every step that she took seemed to chill her down to the bone. It was like someone was watching and/or following her. She made smaller steps with her feet to quite herself down as she strained to maybe pick up on any sound that might be made. "I knew I should have made Sherri stay until I left", Tiffany said as she came closer to her car.

It seemed like a never ending tunnel. The closer she got, the farther it went. She closed he eyes and just kind of jogged to the car door. Placing the key into the hole and getting into the car, all in a mad rush, she started the engine and roared off. Tearing down the streets, she could only wonder about that feeling that she felt. She didn't hear anything, but she would never mistake that feeling for anything else.

As she walked up the metal stairs to her room, she had that feeling again. It was beginning to get a bit ridiculous. There was no way it could have caught up with her at the speed she was going. As she came to her level, she looked in the pitch black corner next to her door. If something was around, it was bound to be there. As she reached into her purse for her pepper spray, she held it in her hand, finger ready to shoot, she said. "Who's there?"

"Can't believe you're not happy to see me."

"Piccolo! Is that you?"

"You should be lucky that I came back at all. Kami only knows what pulled me back here."

"Piccolo, I'm so glad to see you. Where have you been?"

"Around."

"...... .... .. ."

"I'll leave if you want me...."

"No, I mean, stay for awhile."

"I don't plan on spending the night this time though."

"That's fine."

Once her door was open, she led Piccolo in and tightly fastened it behind them, as if she were trying to give a hint of what was on her mind, but Piccolo apparently didn't catch on. Letting go of her lustful feelings, she offered Piccolo some water. After he said yes, Tiffany walked into her small kitchen to fetch a glass to put it in.

As she stumbled in the kitchen for a glass suitable for Piccolo, he helped himself to the framed pictures on the table next to the couch. Looking over some more of the larger ones like the horse and some younger woman who appeared to be her sister or some other relative, he stumbled upon the one of her father and mother. It looked old, but not too old, maybe ten years or so, and it was held in a frame that stood out from the rest of the others. It was a shade of green with little, fabric flowers glued all over it. As he stroked the flowers, he looked at the people behind the glass.

"Like the frame? My mother made it."

"Humpf.... So, this is her I presume, and your, father, as well?"

"Yes, that would be them."

"Where are they?"

"My mother is still in Texas, my home, but my father is dead."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah...... Well, what about your family? What are your parents like?"

"I have no mother, just a father, and he died before I was born."

"No mother, did she die as well?"

"No....... I don't really feel like explaining right now, but someday maybe."

"Okay. How did your dad die?"

"He was killed."

".........."

Tiffany put Piccolo's water down and moved up to him, and when he didn't budge, she hugged him. He felt uncomfortable at the sudden contact between them, but didn't push her away. Instead, he put his hand in her hair, and rested his chin lightly on the top of her head.

"When, eh, if I have a child, I will give him all I have, in hopes that he wont have to go through what I did. No one should grow up without knowing their father."

"Don't worry, you'll have one, I know it."

Tiffany buried her face in Piccolo's chest, and whispered into the fabric of his shirt, "you will".

For the rest of the night they just talked. She explained the rest of the pictures. She told him about her horse, and she informed him that the young woman was her cousin. Night grew more evident once dark room grew darker, since she did not turn on any lights. She didn't want this night to end. She had gotten Piccolo to open up to her, and having had this done, she felt like their bond was even closer. But she wanted it to be even closer, not knowing this was the night that she would get her wish.

She stared at Piccolo stern face as the light from the window gleamed down onto him, giving him this kind of glow. She got up and he opened his eyes to see what was going on. She just moved in front of him and then after standing there for a few moments, she got on his lap and pushed him back against the couch. He got nervous as she came closer, but lightened up at the new feeling of her lips on his own. As he got into the mood, *obvious signs of that will be left to the readers imagination* they moved to her room and got lost in the heat of the night.

Being both of their first times, it was amazing at how well the handled themselves, especially Piccolo. Up until now, he thought this kind of pleasure was only able to be given to him by his hand. This was much better however, and he wouldn't mind if she demanded it again, although he wouldn't admit it. When it drew to a close, he didn't think about the results of fully enjoying himself. Besides, Nameks can't fertilize humans, or can they? Once done, they fell asleep, but not before Tiffany said one last thing.

"I love you, Piccolo."

"Sure."

Piccolo then pulled her to his chest and they fell asleep, bathed in the moon's dim light.





I hope that this was a good chapter. I tried not to get too caught up in the dirty part, since I felt it best to keep this story somewhat clean. Is it going in a good direction, or should I do something else, or should I let it die. I would like to make more, since I have a good idea about how I want it to be, but I still appreciate you're comments and reviews. Thanks for reading. ^_^