There's gotta be a way to play this off... Um... Jay-chan was preparing to do a sayonce? Um... It's the perfect setting for stress relief? Shit... I gave Piccolo a horrified look.

"Wow, I never would have pegged Jay-chan for a dyke," Piccolo gasped.

I almost fell on my face. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Piccolo pointed to my sex-adorned bedroom, "Look at all the stuff she did for you. She must have had some really complicated plans thought out for tonight. I feel kinda bad for ruining them..."

I could feel my eyebrow twitching. I wanna slap this moron.

"You should go talk to her, TA... This is crazy..."

"God dammit, Piccolo! You're a freakin' idiot! Jay-chan isn't a dyke!"

The demon gave me a condescending look, "Hey, I saw how fast she ran out that door when all that chaos ensued, she was really embarrassed. She must have it really bad for you."

I sighed heavily.

"TA?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have feelings for Jay-chan?"

Something snapped in my head and my good fist was pounding the stupid moron's chest in seconds. "What the hell?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I'm not gay! Jay-chan isn't gay! NO ONE HERE IS GAY! She set all this crap up for YOU AND ME!"

I stopped my assault suddenly.

"You and me?" Piccolo parroted back.

Crammit...

"Yeah," I replied nervously.

The Namek's brow ridge shot up to the center of his forehead.

"I had nothing to do with this, Piccolo, I swear! She literally kicked my ass out of the apartment and sent me out to get lunch! If I'da known---"

"Calm down, kid. It's okay."

My eyes bugged out, "It is?!"

"Yeah," he sighed. "It sounds like something Jay-chan would do so I'm not gunna hold you responsible." He walked into my room and started blowing out the candles. "Like we need any more fire hazards around here, Jay-chan's bad enough..."

I stood in the doorway, staring at my bed wistfully, remembering a time when it served as more than just a place to sleep.

"Tiffy, are you okay?"

I snapped out of my trance, "What did you just say?"

"I asked you if you were okay," he replied, giving me a concerned look. "Are you feeling oka---"

"No," I interrupted, "before that... What did you call me?"

"I called you Tiffy," he stated matter-of-factly.

"You never call me by my real name..." Dude! He called me by my real name!

"Whatever," he snorted.

I smiled despite myself and approached him. The room was really dark now that the candles were out and the curtains hadn't been opened. I squeezed my one hand into a fist.

"So... Um... How do you feel about last night?"

He looked at me for a few moments before answering, "I don't really know... I don't know quite what to make of it... That sentimental nonsense really pisses me off, you know!" he shot back in defense.

I saw right through it. "You didn't seem that pissed off last night..."

"Shut-up," he snarled.

I grabbed the back of his head and yanked him down to my level, "I think you're the one who needs to shut-up!" I closed my mouth over his, pressing hard against his lips. He gasped and tried to pull away like he did last night, although there was more urgency in this defensive move. My vice-like grip on his neck didn't lessen despite his effort and he soon ceased his struggles. After waiting a few moments for him to respond, I gave up and pulled away with a dejected sigh.

"You suck.." was all I could muster.

"I have no idea what I'm doing, dammit!"

I gave him a pleading look, "Do you at least enjoy it? I mean, with me. Could you enjoy this just as much if it were Jay-chan or Bulma?"

Piccolo had a horrified look on his face after I mentioned Bulma.

"Well?" I prompted.

"You already know that I've never done this with anyone before... so of course I can't imagine doing this with anyone else... All I have to go by is what I've done with you."

"You didn't answer my first question," I folded my arms across my chest, the paper gown crinkling under the cape I wore. My eyes were glued to the carpet.

"TA... Tiffy... I don't know how to explain how it makes me feel. I don't even know if I'm enjoying it. I have nothing to base these new feelings on. At all. Maybe that means I am enjoying it since I basically only know what hatred, anger, jealousy, depression, and pain feel like."

I smirked, "Quite the limited emotional repertoire you've got there..."

"Yeah... It kinda... as you said... sucks. I really don't know how to show you what you want to see."

I looked up at him, "Here, I'll make this easy for you. If you really enjoy it, then do it when you want to. You kiss me. If you never feel the urge to kiss me, then you obviously don't enjoy it."

Piccolo considered this for a moment. "That sounds easy enough..."

I shifted in place, irritated with myself. Dammit... He totally hates it. I'm a freakin' moron... Then I felt something fall off of me... The cape! I wheeled around and saw my naked butt in full view in the mirror behind me... and Piccolo's shocked face.

"God dammit!" I screamed and dove under my bed sheets. Wonderful timing, butt... Yes, when in doubt, moon the poor bastard... I groaned out loud.

I could hear Piccolo chuckling softly.

"It's not funny, you crap head!"

I heard the Namek approach my bed.

"Touch me and die!" I snarled from underneath the fluffy mass.

"It's okay, TA..."

"No it's not! I was being totally serious but nooooo God decided to exact revenge on me right then and there by playing Peek-a-Butt with us! I must have done something to really piss Him off this time..."

Piccolo nearly choked on a chuckle. Wonderful... "What's the big deal? It's just your ass. Everyone has one."

I threw the covers back so I could see his purple-stained face. "It's MY butt!" I screamed. "Mine! No one else gets to see it!"

The demon was quiet for a moment, "....Except me, right?" And then he started laughing...

"I hate you!" I snarled and burrowed back into my sheets.

I felt Piccolo's hands creep up my back even under all of my covers; he slowly pulled the covers down, exposing my bare back to him. "You need to calm down, kid... You're gunna over exert yourself..."

His hands ran up the column of my neck, gripping the tender flesh there and massaging it. His hands were warm and the rough calluses on his fingers tingled my skin as he worked my neck and shoulders. I let out a sigh before I even realized it.

"That's helping isn't it?" he responded.

"Yeah," I practically moaned into my pillow. "I'm a sucker for good back massages."

"It's good stress relief. Helps me get back into my training sooner since it gets a lot of knots out."

I nodded, drowning in the sensations he was stirring within me. Had he any idea?

"So you enjoy this?" he asked curiously.

"Oh yes!" I giggled.

"How do you show that you enjoy it?"

I blushed, "Um... Why don't you tell me? Haven't you noticed any of my reactions?"

Piccolo was quiet for a moment, "You're smiling... Um... Your face is a little pink... You're making weird noises..."

I burst out laughing on that last one.

"Yeah," Piccolo snorted, clearly annoyed with me.

"Well, see? That wasn't so hard. I'm responding to what you're doing. To show you I enjoy it even more, I'll prolly ask you to do this again and again." I grinned at him.

I felt him grip the tie on my gown. What the hell?!

"What are you doing?!" I freaked.

"It's in the way..." he mumbled.

"Yeah! And it's the only thing covering me! Leave it alone!" I tried to bat at him but he just held me down with one hand, the other gripping the tie. He bent his head down and tore it apart with his fangs. Gripping the edge of the paper, he pulled it away from my body. I lay there as still as possible... Holy crap... This is too much...

The Namek's hands returned to my back. "See? That's a lot better."

"...I'm naked..." I grumbled.

Piccolo stopped his massage. "What's the big damn deal?! You humans are so stupid!"

"We are not... we just don't get naked very often... It's society's fault," I pouted.

"Whatever. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. First time was when you were fucking with---"

"Stop!" I wheeled around and slapped my good hand over his mouth. The tears were already stinging my eyes. Oh God... "Please stop, Piccolo..."

A single tear slipped down my cheek and I watched the demon lord's pupils follow it. His hand closed over mine and pulled it away.

"Tiffy..." I could feel his breath on my face.

"Just stop talking, Piccolo..." My heart squeezed painfully in my chest.

I snapped to attention when I felt him wipe the tear away. His expression was unreadable yet again. A large green hand returned to my face and held my cheek. I looked deep into his eyes, searching for something, anything to tell me what he might be feeling right now. Seeing nothing but confusion, I swallowed hard.

"What are you feeling right now, Piccolo?"

His eyes looked right through mine. "I feel like I want to do this..." and his lips molded to mine in a soft kiss. I closed my eyes and felt the tears slip past freely. My pain mixing with his pleasure.