A/N: What the heck? I finished this, like, last Saturday and didn't post it. Oh well, I fixed some things up and like it a whole lot better!

Everything around me slowed as I raced toward the bewildered Namek in my living room. It was like one of those cheesy scenes in a chick flick. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and totally expected that he could too. It was abnormally loud. I could hear each step my feet took as they pounded into the carpet below. I felt the warmth of Piccolo's body as I wrapped my arms around him in an uncharacteristic display of affection.

"N-Nani?" Piccolo stumbled back and reality slammed on the gas. Life was back in motion. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, TA?!"

My eyes snapped wide open. Oh. My. God. I'm hugging Piccolo.

A loud bang shook me out of my state of shock and I wheeled around to see my front door swinging back from where it had slammed into the opposite wall. I could feel Piccolo's muscles tense beneath my arms and I buried my face in Piccolo's shirtfront.

"Tiffy! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I heard a voice shout from the doorway.

The Namek gripped the back of my shirt and peeled me off of his body. "That's what I wanna know," he snarled.

I looked up at Piccolo and watched his expression shift from annoyed-at-Tiffy to oh-holy-crap. That's when I realized who was standing in the threshold of my apartment. My boyfriend.

Fast as lightening, Piccolo raced over to the door, pulled my man in by the front of his shirt, and slammed the door. My boyfriend barely managed to keep his balance before Piccolo turned on him and shoved him over the couch.

"So," the demon lord started in a dark tone, "we meet at last."

I was staring at my boyfriend, praying that he would get the courage to look over at me and not piss all over my couch. I'm having the same kind of trouble over here on the carpet! Finally the boy's green eyes met mine.

"Wh-Who the? I thought that---What the hell is going on?!" my boyfriend's voice cracked and Piccolo's already wicked grin grew wider.

"That's, um, Piccolo," was my lame reply. Smooth one, Tiffy...

"I know who Piccolo is! I know he's Piccolo! But what is he doing here?! He's not real!" Uh oh... he's freaking out. This isn't gunna be pretty.

Piccolo leaned over the couch, glowering down at the male below him. My boyfriend scrambled off of the couch and crashed into the coffee table, his retreat coming to an abrupt stop.

"I didn't think I'd get a chance to meet you before I left this miserable plane." Piccolo's razor-sharp claws curled over the back of the couch. "Actually, I was hoping I wouldn't and now you're gunna wish that I hadn't as well."

The demon lord stalked around the couch and collared my boyfriend off of the floor. Before I could stop myself, I screamed.

Piccolo was on the ground in milliseconds, clutching his ears and writhing in pain. My boyfriend stood on his own two feet unscathed. I ran over to him and embraced him, the fear I'd been trying to suppress earlier coming out in random physical spasms.

"Tiffy, what is he doing here?"

I swallowed hard, "That is a really long story. Just trust me. Everything is gunna be okay."

I glanced down at Piccolo and could see pure hatred burning in his eyes, but he hadn't fully recovered yet. Taking my boyfriend's hand, I dragged him to the door.

"I'll call you tonight once everything is taken care of, okay?" I promised.

My bewildered boyfriend merely nodded his head and raced out the front door. I swung the deadbolt shut and moved to the side just in time to see Piccolo's fist crash through the wooden door. I gasped and spun around, coming face-to-face with the most frightening man I had ever seen.

"P-Piccolo?"

"You. Little. Bitch."

"Piccolo, please!"

"Piccolo nothing! You little bitch! You let him get away?! Do you have any idea how much trouble this is gunna cause for me?!" his words came out so forcefully that his breath blew the hair out of my face.

I felt my legs turning to mush.

"I have dimensions merging on my ass because I've been stuck here so long training you! And for what?! NOTHING! You haven't learned a damn thing since I got here! You've had so many chances, TA! So many chances to change your life! This could have been one of them, but you fucked it up! Just like you fuck everything up!"

I could feel the icy tears dripping from my eyes, but I kept my face stone cold. "Piccolo... What exactly were you going to do with him? You make it sound like you were gunna---"

"Kill him? Of course I was! How can I let him live now that he's seen me?"

My stomach turned. "You can't do that! You can't just take his life because he walked in on us!"

"Oh, so it's my fault that your obsessive, controlling boyfriend barged in on us; nosy little... And just what the fuck were you doing to me anyway?!" The veins on his neck stood out like vines, tight and thick and pulsing.

"I was giving you a hug..."

Piccolo withdrew his fist from the broken door, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Save the sentimental nonsense for your boyfriend... or better yet, your EX-boyfriend!" He turned his back to me and walked over to the couch, his shoulders slumped over, weighed down by some unseen force.

I stood by the shattered door, shaking. Piccolo sat on the couch with his back to me. "Listen kid, I can't stay here any longer. My presence here has altered the natural state of your dimension... I'm not the one completely responsible; others like me have dimensioned hopped from our plane to yours, which is why this Akira Toriyama guy was able to access my world's information. However, my living here for the past several months has practically created a dimension bridge for the people of my world... If an enemy ever threatened my plane, it could easily make it over to yours."

"What are you saying?"

"I have to leave. Dende-sama and I are going to make a wish on the dragon balls that will destroy the bridge between our worlds. It'll keep your plane safe from harm."

My heart squeezed painfully in my chest.

"If I stay here any longer, I'll be putting you and everyone else in this world at risk."

"But I want you to stay." The words were out before I even realized that I had spoken them.

Piccolo turned around and looked at me, his eyes soft and pained. "I'm sorry, Tiffy, but this is a little more important that what you want right now. I apologize for not helping you get out of your relationship; you have no obligation to continue the story I asked of you. I guess your boyfriend can live; since I'll be gone you can always convince him that he was drunk or something... I dunno, it shouldn't be that hard to talk him out of what he just witnessed." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

I balled my hands into fists. "When do you have to go back?"

"Tomorrow morning at the latest."

I lowered my head. "Then there's still time."

Piccolo's brow ridge rose slowly, "Time for what?"

"I can finish your story."

I heard him snort, any scrap of his previous kind attitude vanishing without a trace. "The deal was that I get my entire story once you get out of your relationship, baka."

"Exactly."

Piccolo had been yelling at me for about a half hour after I'd told him of my plans. I couldn't exactly blame him, it was kinda last minute and all... and I couldn't exactly tell him of my sudden inspiration to end a relationship that I'd come to know as my whole life. When it came right down to it, feeling so cold and hollow when Piccolo had left for Dende-sama's Tenkai really opened up my eyes. I wasn't happy. Not at all. That party last night... and the make-up... it was all so disappointing. Jay-chan was right... My man hadn't really done anything to win me back. There were no promises of change or love letters; nothing solid for me to place my faith on. Who had really been there for me last night? It had been Piccolo... In his own little way. I know he hates me. I know I disappoint him at every turn... but if I could make him happy... just once... even if it cost me everything I've come to know. I'd do it. I want Piccolo to be happy. He's had it much worse than I have in this mortal life and I owe him so much already. Piccolo, please stop yelling at me and just be happy.

"Piccolo!" I shouted suddenly, derailing my train of thought and causing the Namek to choke on his next zinger. "Just shut-up and say thank you!"

After he'd regained his composure, the demon lord glared at me, "This is foolish! It's never gunna work! You're just gunna get back together with him when I leave! He's never gunna believe you!"

Piccolo continued on with his little argument and I glanced at the clock. It was almost dinner time. I need a nap before I attempt this. I stretched out on my bed and shot Piccolo a dirty look, "Look, we're gunna do this at 9:00PM so just get over it and get ready!"

"It's not gunna work!"

"Piccolo? This is how much I care!" and I rolled over and fell asleep.