Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, its timeline, or Piccolo and his fused counterpart Nail; all Akira Toriyama. Sofia is mine and all aspects of her personality and behavior are caused by exaggerated self-insertion. OMG I KNOW, Four months since the last update! Really sorry for the long wait. This past semester was atrocious, and with all the writing I had to do, I was in no way shape or form inspired to write. But thanks to some supportive and persistent reviewers and friends, I got back in the game! Hope you like this one!

Warning: Violence, Ribaldry, HORMONES…and some choice citrus! So if you don't like, don't read it!


Chapter 11

Pressure Pops, Something Sprouts

"Speech" 'Telepathy' Thought "Dream"

She sprung up out of sleep clutching the pendant against her chest, her body damp with perspiration, a sharp contrast to the cold of her dream. Sofia felt her insides burning almost feverishly as she swung her legs over to the side of her bed and cradled her throbbing head in her hands. The cool chill of the tile under her feet was imperceptible to her as she stood her senses pulsing with unbidden anxiousness, and walked wearily over to the threshold that led into the main room. My god! I feel like I've been inside a pressure cooker for days! Shit, could I be getting sick? This started last night, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it is now…maybe I can jump in the shower before trainiSofia's train of thought cut straight off as she stepped into the main room.

Her eyes grew wide and her gaze avid as a picture of her purest fantasies laid sprawled in front of her in all its glory. The slumbering, chiseled form of her Adonis complete with exposed broad shoulders, sloping collarbones leading to the dip of wide sculpted pectorals and washboard abdomen sinched with a slender waist and the peeking of the V-shaped angle of his hips leading to a covered apex slept in undaunted passivity. His lips were parted and his semblance was soft while his chest rose and fell with his gentle snoring as he rested on his back with his arms tossed tiredly on either side of him.

Sofia could feel her pulse roaring and her veins throbbing as she bit her lip and padded quietly closer to the purple-draped bed and sleeping Namek. He's so handsome… she mentally gasped as she came to the right side of the bed.

She gazed voraciously up and down at his incredible physique, only stopping as her sense of smell hazed her mind with a powerful scent that clung alluringly to him. The scent was no less potent from when she sensed and smelled it last. Desert soil, rain, and sweat… her nose twitched as she inhaled and exhaled. She seemed to be entranced by his musky scent, completely intoxicated by his mere presence and appearance in such an erotic fashion. Against her dulling sense of control, Sofia leaned over his sleeping form and sniffed his chest, her body shivering as she distinguished the rousing scent of his sweat, which clung strongly to him from his previous training.

Shutting her eyes with intense rapture, she tried to compose herself, trying to think of all of his unattractive qualities. He's an asshole! Unaffectionate, supercilious, no genitals!…and he doesn't keep up his showering…

She sunk her fangs into the inner rim of her bottom lip at the thought, his incredible scent capturing her. Faltering, she leaned closer… and swiped her tongue lightly over his shoulder, and immediately pulled back and slapped herself out of her lustful trance, just as Piccolo's brow knitted and his hand came up to absently swat at the spot on his shoulder where he felt a slight tickle, still in deep slumber.

She bit the tip of her tongue under a pointed fang, feeling the sinuous tickle of his taste still lingering against it. Her face heating in embarrassment, she shook her head and took a step towards the end post of the grand bed, where her bare foot felt cloth wrinkle under it. Seeing that she had stepped on the edge of his cape, she sighed and took in a deep breath to relax herself, only to once again be invaded by his strong, delectable scent. Her eyes darted to where his weighted shoulder pads, turban and shirt laid on the floor. Snatching his shirt and holding it as if it was a sacred relic, she mentally squealed at her luck. HIS SWEATY SHIRT! Bringing the shirt to her face, she inhaled his musky sweat and scent, making her sway from the rush it brought over her senses.

Glancing over at him, with the shirt still held up to her face, she couldn't help trail back over to the side of the bed and stare at his handsome visage. The stalks of his antennae wavered subtly with every exhale of his breath, the bulbous tips casting shadows over his cheekbones. God he's so gorgeous! Hmmm, maybemaybe one little harmless kiss wouldn't be too bad… just a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, she mused to herself as she placed the shirt on the bed and leaned close to his sleeping features. Pausing as he sighed in his sleep, she leaned in closer, and softly brushed her lips against his. Parting slowly, she thought she had kissed the sleeping brooding Namek and gotten away with it, until he hummed deep in his chest and stretched sleepily, slowly coming out of slumber.

Yawning like a ferocious lion, Piccolo slowly opened his eyes to half lids and absently scratched his exposed chest. He heard the quick click of the shutting sliding door off to his left, and the bursting to life of the shower spray as it was turned on to full blast. Grunting long and low to himself, he sat up and swung his long, muscular legs over to sit on the side of the bed as he stretched out his arms and back.

"Hmph, I slept longer than I should've," he mumbled gruffly to himself as he massaged the back of his neck and leaned on his arm almost uncharacteristically lazy. His hand brushed with familiar cloth as he flexed his long tapered fingers and he pulled at it and held his shirt. "Huh, I don't remember leaving this here," he muttered as he eyed his shirt. Shrugging, he tossed it over his head and pulled it on as he sat up and slipped into his brown, comfortable leather moccasins. Finishing sticking the hem of his shirt into his sash, Piccolo could not help crack his knuckles and grin at how energized he felt after the long resting sleep. "Guess I could give in and rest a little more often."

Meanwhile, Sofia thanked her stars that she had gotten stealthier and faster, because chances would've been she'd gotten caught molesting Piccolo while he slept. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead with the back of her hand and sighed. Jeez, whatta hell is up with me? I think I'm finally losing it like I told Kami. Next thing I know I'll be having my way with him and forcing him into submission, heh… she mused wryly with herself as she peeled her sweaty clothes off and stepped under the fierce cold spray of water and shut the curtain. She stood under the boorish stream of water and seemingly cooled down, only suffering from slight hot flashes that would zap across her body and evaporate into nothingness. She knew there was something completely wrong with her present state, but was dumbfounded when it came to discerning what her body was going through, not to mention how her dreams of late had stopped clueing her in to her certain spurts of growth, strength, and abilities. She seethed mentally as she brushed her long, matted bangs out of her eyes and off her skin. Whatever it was, she knew that today was going to be very long, considering her antics of the past day. Piccolo is really uptight about me flirting with him…maybe I should try to stay out of his way and cut the antics. Then he could just ease into the idea of accepting my crush without me forcing it down his throat. She sighed into the spray cascading over her, just about to finalize her mental deductions with herself when she almost slipped in the tub from the booming knock the sliding wooden bathroom door received.

Pulling the hair out of her eyes, she snarled. "WHAT!" Receiving a pound on the door again as a reply, she growled. "WHAT IS IT!"

"You've been in there for an eternity. That's what!" Piccolo hollered through the door at her. "Hurry up and get the hell out already!"

Huffing loud enough for him to hear, she snidely snapped, "You can wait a little longer to get your ass kicked today, Namek! Relax and keep your shirt on for christsakes!"

Hearing his ominous growl from behind the solid wood of the door, Sofia thought she had won the verbal spar, when Piccolo suddenly banged continuously on the door the way an impatient child would. "Goddammit! PICCOLO! CUT IT OUT!" She boomed at him over the blasting of the shower and the banging of the door.

"GET THE FUCK OUT THEN!" he barked in his venomous tone, absently sneering as he rapped disdainfully against the wooden surface. "If you don't get your ass out I'll"

"YOU'LL WHAT! Open the door and get a free peep show, you perpetually frigid jerk? Unless you're looking to get into a bear fight with stark-naked-me, you should go pretend to be a tree and sulk somewhere and WAIT for me!" she countered acidly back, feeling her aggravation roar like a violent stream within her.

Piccolo snapped his jaw tightly shut, his temper skyrocketing out of his control. Of course he didn't want to see her in the nude and never hear the end of it, but one of the asinine functions of his body was beckoning to be released. "KID," he ground contemptuously between clenched jaw, "I NEED to USE the BATHROOM!"

Sofia cocked her head in confusion under the spray, her brow knitting as she asked, "For what?"

Piccolo's eyes narrowed to slits as he directed his penetrating glare through the door. "What do you think for, you ditz! I need to use it," he chastised sharply and crossed his arms impatiently over his chest.

Sofia pulled her wet mane completely back and rubbed the back of her neck. "But use it for what?"

Piccolo's exasperation boiled totally over. "TO TAKE A PISS!" he hollered, "Must I spell it out for you? Get out of the fucking shower NOW!"

Sofia felt like a total dunce, but how the hell was she supposed to know? He was the one with no genitals. "Alright, alright! I didn't know, ok! Jeez, how was I supposed to know that you really do take pisses when I've never once seen you use the damn toilet," she scolded back as she cut the shower spray off with the turn of the nozzle and pulled the shower curtain back, stepping out of the tub and onto the fluffy rug.

Feeling his left eye twitch with agitation, Piccolo set his jaw and scowled at the door. "What is it your business to know what I do physiologically," he grumbled at the door, thrumming his fingers against his bicep after crossing his arms in attempt to regain his patience. A minute passed, and she still didn't come out, making the vein in his left temple throb. "That's IT!" he lost all patience and threw the door open to reveal Sofia brushing her teeth in a haze of steam, the cloud of mist scintillating against his face and dampening his skin.

Sofia almost choked on the foamy paste she was gargling at his sudden intrusion, and only had enough time to spit, wash her mouth out, and yelp as Piccolo yanked her out of the bathroom and shoved her into the main room, pulling the wooden door shut for his own session of privacy.

"Jeez! You didn't know if I was still naked or not," she snapped at him through the door, straightening her sleeveless black shirt and tugging on the pair of jeans that she considered a little too tight.

All she got as a reply was the audible lifting of the toilet seat as it banged against the ceramic tank. Curiosity getting the best of her, she inched closer to the wooden door, and placed her ear against it. She heard the familiar stream of physiological relief and couldn't stifle her blush at the thought that maybe he was packing, and just kept it REALLY hidden.

Bending down to try and find if she could peep through the door, she felt the constricting jeans grip her knees, so she huffed, stood, and snapped herself into a pair of shredded jean shorts, the first pair she had donned in a long time. As she bent back down to find a way to quench her curiosity, the sound of a flush and the clank of the seat being dropped back down echoed through the wood of the door, immediately followed with the throwing of the door open again. Sofia froze as a brown moccasin and Namekian ankle appeared from the opened door. SHIT!

"As much as I enjoy seeing you kneel at my presence, it would be best for you to get up before I haul you up," Piccolo's snide tone held back the characteristic growl of his voice as his eyes connected with Sofia's, who raised her gaze to him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Sofia straightened so that she was only on bent knee, and tried to spew a reply when her eyes trailed to what they were now level of his. Piccolo saw the searing blush trail her features and scoffed, grabbing her by the shoulder and hauling her up roughly. "Stop thinking your perversions and get ready to train already," he barked commandingly down at her and shoved her out of his way so he could stalk out to the pillared entrance, leaving her in a hormonal rut that she was silently trying to pull herself out of.

What is WRONG with me?! she shouted in her mind, trying to suppress the shiver that went up her spine at the flashing of his scent that wafted to her from his stalking pace. Her mouth went dry, and her knees were shaky as she paced after him into the void of the chamber. What is he doing to me…?

Her palm sweltered against her burning forehead and she could only sigh from the new anomaly. Tying her hair up to relieve herself from its contribution to her feverishness, her mind suddenly keyed her into an odd, but funny fact of Piccolo's bathroom break. He put the seat up, pissed, put the seat BACK DOWN AND FLUSHED. Wow, I guess he might be brusque and crude, but at least he has bathroom manners…


I could not figure out what his presence was doing to me, but I knew that it was definitely him that was making me feel and think this way. When this became explicitly clear to me, I realized that I shouldn't be around him, let alone spar with him! But what the hell could I do? Tell him I was having hormonal anxiety around him and that all I thought about when I was close to him was of being pressed under his weight and tasting his sweat-damped skin!? What the fuck? I'm not that much of a perv!

"Hey! Are you waiting for my invitation or are you waiting for the year to end to get your damn guard up," his angsty bark woke me from my wandering thoughts of molestation, and I mechanically got into my stance, trying fiercely to concentrate on not getting pummeled. I must have aggravated him to his edge of patience that morning, because at noticing my spaced out demeanor, he got into his fighting pose and scowled deeper than I had ever seen, then gruffly informed me, "You'll fight with no ki, and I mean not even a boost of ki, do you understand me, kid?"

My face tightened, and I know he saw the reflex because I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as if he could already sense his victory. "And are you going to give yourself a handicap?" I narrowed my eyes and added, "seems you intend to enjoy yourself with this fight, since you're the one making up the rules all the time."

Seeming to regain some of his cool and patience, Piccolo grunted and closed his eyes slyly, replying factually, "I won't use any ki either, not even to fly, and I'll also give you an advantage, does that sound fine to you?"

I ground my teeth at his condescending tone, and spat sarcastically, "Please don't worry about accommodating me. I told you I don't want you to go easy on me"

"Oh, this advantage will not make the fight easy. Just interesting," Piccolo stated too coyly than I would have liked as he suddenly materialized a long white cloth. Bringing the cloth up, he pulled it taut and proceeded to blindfold himself!

Annoyed at the fact that I didn't get it, I scoffed, "Let me get an apple to put on your head and a bow with an arrow to put us in business. What is the point?"

Piccolo phased right in front of me and threw a punch, with his fist coming only a good two inches from utterly crushing my nose, making me cut my scoff and mentally gulp. "The point is: I don't have to see you to fight you. My other senses will help me with that," he gruffly explained as he lowered his fist. "Not to mention I want to see if you can fight equally as well without the use of your ki," he added as he stood straight and pulled the corner of his blindfold up to peek an onyx eye at me.

Getting where he was going with it, I remarked, "And so I can pace myself and not exert so much wasted energy." Piccolo grunted affirmatively, turned on his heel and strode away to put some distance between us. I got into my stance before he turned back to face me. He lowered his blindfold again and got into his own stance.

"On my signal, you may attack," Piccolo commanded apathetically to me. Grr, he sounds so smug, though! He's the only person who can do that shit; convey such arrogance in a stoic tone, I huffed to myself and felt the angst vein pop to life on my temple. Heh, I probably looked pretty hilarious, but at the time, I didn't know whether to strangle him or grab his ass. "Ok…go for it, kid!"

My body flexed at his command, but I didn't attack. I held my stance and simply watched him, trying to sense any difference in his energy signal, and to feel out any sabotage he could spring on me, but after 15 seconds, I didn't pick up anything. I set my jaw and silently snarled at him. Does he think I'm stupid! There's gotta be a reason why he's so confident about this. He put himself in the worst handicap; he can't sense my ki! Sure he could hear my moves, but if I move fast enough that won't matter, so what is his angle?

"I'm not here for you to gawk at, kid," I snapped out of my conference and noticed the scowl curving his lip. "So get on with it before I make the first move!"

I sneered, and knew he was right. Does he expect me to cheat and use my ki? The thought flashed in my head, and then I was really on guard. If that's the case, then he's up to something…but what?

Shelving the worries, I went at him as fast as I could without the help of ki, which if I had to compare it to anything, it would probably be similar to running down a steep hill and having all the momentum increase your speed. Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough, and Piccolo caught my foot when I went in for a roundhouse to his head and flipped me backwards.

I landed on my feet and skid after I twisted in the air, a reflex I picked up after the buttload of times Piccolo sent me flying from a hit. I snapped back into my stance, but suddenly got put into a choke hold from behind. My breath hitched and my cheek tingled as it rubbed roughly against the ridged skin of his bicep. "Pretty good, but you're just not quiet enough," his gruff chide had a smug undertone, and the next thing I knew, I growled and flipped him over my head, earning a surprised grunt from the cocky bastard.

Now to get him while I can! I sprinted after him with my arm pulled back so I could get all the force I could into the next punch, but Piccolo landed and flipped to his feet, and had just enough time to block my punch without a great deal of effort. He threw his own punch, but I blocked it and the next and the next, until he ducked out of the way of my own jab and swipe-kicked my legs out from under me.

Good thing I was limber enough to pull myself back to flip onto my hands before landing on my back. I back flipped away to put some distance between each other. I huffed and got into my stance. This is suspiciously harder than I expected. He has such a good handle on my moves, and I'm going as fast as I can! Shit. Any more of this, and I'll get tempted to go all out on him, I stood up and stopped moving, stopped breathing even, and just watched him. I put my hand over my heart and the pendant of the necklace so I could stifle even that from beating loud enough to be heard by those satellites he calls ears. He stood straight from his crouch and tried to pick up any sound. I knew from the iron mask his semblance went into that he couldn't get a handle on where I was, that and the fact that he wasn't even facing me.

"You're gonna have to make a move sometime," he called out in that challenging rasp of his, which if I hadn't been so livid I probably would've drooled over. I stayed quiet and just watched for an opening. C'mon… he turned completely away from me, but was still on guard, But not on guard enough. This is my chance!

I ran so fast at him that my heels didn't have time to push off against the ground. I had to even clench my jaw so I wouldn't make a battle cry as I speared him from behind like a linebacker, sending us crashing to the floor. I got him totally by surprise, or at least I surmised as much by his choked grunt. He landed on his stomach hard, and I crashed against his back, knocking the wind out of both of us, but not enough for me to stay stunned. Working fast, I tried to grab his arm and twist it behind his back, but he turned just in time to slam me on my back against the white floor and pin me with his forearm pressed against my collarbones.

His sheer weight was overwhelming at first. I gasped as he pressed down when I tried to squirm away, and froze when he started chuckling in that gruff silky-sounding tone of his, or maybe it just sounded that smooth to me. "Not bad, but I expected more from you. Seems that even with your opponent blinded you can't win the upper hand in battle," his tone was so! so… scintillating to me at that moment. There I was, pressed between him and the floor, his hard body flexing with my slight movement, and his scent! Oh god…I felt dizzy just being so close to him. I knew I had to get away before I either passed out or did something I couldn't come back from.

With new resolve, I started clawing into his forearm, earning a snarl from him and having my head slammed back hard. I snapped suddenly and managed to throw him off of me, giving myself time to recover and stagger up. Dammit, what is going on? I feel like I'm going to burn if he touches me again!

So why not use ki? The question dawned on me, and I tried not to rationalize the pros of cheating, but failed. He can't sense me for shit, so what would be the big deal? Just as long as I keep it to its lowest increment there isn't a chance he'll notice the shift, and I could have a bigger edge in the fight. Just when I about decided my plan of action, Piccolo took a lucky grapple and grabbed me by the tie of my hair.

He yanked me hard to him and grabbed my arm before I could drive my elbow into his side. "That was sneaky of you," he growled in my ear, making me break out in goosebumps all over. "But I'm getting bored with how easily I can catch you, Sofia," if I had any doubts about cheating before, they were eradicated with his pseudo sexy talk! In a crazy maneuver, I reached back and grabbed his wrist, twisted it to an angle, and pulled out of his grasp, enabling me to spin around and kick him square in the abs.

Piccolo landed on his back with a muffled thud and with my hair tie in his hand. He recovered fast and flipped to his feet, and got a huge surprise when I phased behind him and kicked him in the back of the legs, sending him to his knees. Getting a firm grip on either of his forearms and bracing my knee into the middle of his back, I pulled his arms back and taut, using his back as my leverage point. I bet his eyes went pretty wide under that blindfold, cuz his breath hitched and caught in his throat loudly.

"Is this more entertaining for you sensei!" I snarled acidly at him, and pulled his arms further back. He grunted and tried to resist, but I spiked some ki into my bloodstream, until it felt like a dull rippling in my body, and gripped his wrists so I could pull his arms to be pinned behind his back. "I kind of like you in this position; could get used to this," I forced smugly after lowering over to his ear, but got too cocky and my grip slipped.

Piccolo snapped his wrist around and grabbed me, hauling me to the side and sending me rolling a few feet. I snapped backwards and flipped onto my feet. He stood and went into his stance. I stopped my breathing so he couldn't hear me, but set my jaw painfully when I almost released a hiss. Is that a smirk! Sure enough, Piccolo's lips were quirked into a confident smirk, and my blood boiled. I'm cheating…and still… something's up, and I have no clue what he's up to.

I brooded fiercely at him, and tried to rationalize my next move. If he can't catch me, whatever he's up to shouldn't work. I flooded more ki into my muscles, and decided that I was going to move as fast as humanly possible in order to end this once and for all.


This isn't as simple as I thought it would be. She can keep herself quiet and not make even a breath loud enough for me to pick up. Piccolo stood a couple of yards away from Sofia, his face turned away from her direction. She's very slick…and has managed not to cheat yet. Hm. Maybe I should encourage her anger a bit to give her the incentive to use ki.

He decided to leave himself open, but didn't drop his guard. C'mon, brat! Sure enough, the next thing he knew he had been speared from behind and driven roughly to the floor. G-ood! Piccolo was impressed by her stealth, and tried to regain his breath after grabbing her arm and swinging her from behind him to be slammed on her back. Pressing his weight on her collarbones, Piccolo challengingly mused "Not bad, but I expected more from you. Seems that even with your opponent blinded you can't win the upper hand in battle."

That should set a fire in her to cheat. His answer was her clawing into his arms. He slammed her back with a snarl to make his point, only to be thrown off of her. Hitting the floor on his back, Piccolo glared at the white of the blindfold when he felt something odd. He sat up and spun into a crouch in the direction that he felt the sensation. What was that…? His ears twitched at the miniscule sound of her breathing, so he launched forward into a grapple but snagged her by the hair instead. He yanked her hard to be pulled to him, earning a yelp from her and an elbow that he thwarted from connecting with his diaphragm. I know I felt something…not sensed, but more like a wavering touch of something across my skin. "That was sneaky of you," he growled at her and yanked hard on her hair to get her from squirming, adding, "But I'm getting bored with how easily I can catch you, Sofia." Now, do whatever you did again…

She twisted his wrist and wriggled out of his grasp, and kicked him square in the gut, sending him to land hard on his back a few feet away. He recovered fast from the abruptness of her counter, and flipped to his feet. Then, the reverberating odd feeling ran across his skin, even through his cape and gi. It's more compact now! A swift kick to the back of his legs sent him to his knees and his arms were pulled harshly back to the point that his shoulders were going to pop with the knee in his back disabling him from moving at all.

"Is this more entertaining for you sensei!" his arms were pulled tauter, and he grunted, trying to resist, when the feeling crawled across him, more intense, even more tangible. He could only absently compare it to the reverberation felt when a tuning fork is struck and made to vibrate, both because of the sensation and dull sound it creates. This sensation had a fleeting sound that he couldn't even distinguish. "I kind of like you in this position; could get used to this," the smug growl was at his ear, and he felt the grip on one of his forearms slip. He took the advantage and snapped his wrist to grab her and toss her to the side. She rolled and thudded to a stop a few feet away from him.

Piccolo stood and recovered, able to get more of a handle on her position without the use of his acute hearing now. Finally, kid. I wasn't going to last very long without you cheating. Heh, no one might be able to sense you or your ki, but I knew it had to give off some residue that could be at least felt. The confident smirk quirked his lips. This should be interesting…


The only problem with Piccolo's theory was that the sensation was similar to the rippling of a pond; sure he could feel it, but where it was originating from wasn't clear. Each wave decreases in feeling the further away I am from her, so this doesn't work unless I'm at a very close radius to her…Even if she was at full power the results would be the same. He rationalized that he was still at a big disadvantage, and that the probability of winning the fight was slim to none. But still, he managed to find out something that no other person would have ever considered, and that in itself was a huge advantage. Sofia still wasn't aware of the secret point of this spar, and he intended to keep it that way.

The reverberating began to crawl up his skin again and Piccolo snapped back to attention, just in time to prevent Sofia from going through him with a well aimed punch to the jaw. She leapt and kicked him on the side of the face, and went into a frenzy of combos that Piccolo could only discern from how the sensation shifted from one side of him to the other. Even so, he could barely keep up with her speed.

Damn…! Both thought to themselves, and started to fight with all their energy. Sofia's rage was on the edge and she could barely control her aura from flaring up. Her next punch was enveloped in her hot ki, and just as she pulled back and went to drive it through, Piccolo's hand came up to solidly connect with the fist, catching it in his palm. His aura was thinly enveloping him. Both paused in their stances, panting and looking to end the fight. Finally, Piccolo used his free hand to tear the blindfold from his eyes and let it flutter to the ground before disappearing in a spark of light.

His onyx eyes were under narrowed lids, his scowl returning to its traditional niche. Sofia's brown orbs were ablaze, and her tightly set jaw only accentuated her cheekbones and the long hair that matted to her sweaty skin. "Now it's interesting, kid," he said to her in a gruff tone, adding as he let go of her fist, "You're able to harness your energy, but still use enough to give you the edge in a fight. Good." With that said, he stood straighter, turned on his heel, and strode away from her.

Sofia raised an eyebrow and stared at him. "Is that it?"

Without looking back at her and still striding away towards the palace, Piccolo answered, "That's it." Sofia phased in front of his path, scowl and mean-eyes going, and crossed her arms slowly. "Yes?" Piccolo grunted more than said, eyeing her calculatingly.

"You wanted me to cheat. Almost expected it. So…that was no spar. It was a test for you to ascertain something about me. I don't know what it is that you found out, and…I don't care, but there's no way in hell I'm letting you walk away without giving me a real fight. Now." Sofia rationalized and challenged in her cool tone, her gaze cold as stone and ready to go.

Piccolo did not like being ordered to do anything. "Now, huh?" in an instant, Piccolo phased and slammed Sofia to the ground. "Let's get one thing straight, brat! I tell you what you do, when you do it, and how many times you do it, GOT THAT!?" he let go of the back of her hair and stood from his kneeling position next to her prone form.

Sofia bit her lip, wondering why everything he said sounded like pseudo sexy talk to her today, willed away the blush that his hot breath coursing down her neck had caused and stood up. "First one to hit the floor loses…Green Bean!"

Piccolo turned to her, and gave her a slow once over. "Hmph. You never learn," and with that, both, phased out, stood across from each other, and flew at each other, ensuing the spar.


Piccolo stretched his arms up above his head and heard his back pop as he strode up the steps of the palace and into the main room with the purple-draped bed. Cracking his knuckles audibly, he stopped to glance over his shoulder pad at the sulking sparring partner that stomped her way up the steps.

Grunting in shrouded smugness, Piccolo faced the kitchen and went in to get a drink of water. Sofia glared hotly at his back under mussed hair and petulant scowl as he disappeared into the cozy kitchen. Bitch…hmph! She grumbled under her breath and kicked her tattered sneakers off and left them strewn as she leapt onto the plush bed and sighed.

Piccolo leaned against the fridge door and gulped down the other half of his water and tossed the empty bottle into the trash, finding Sofia's sulk very humorous. All talk, and she couldn't beat me, he grunted, and continued his thought, Neither of us can win. Heh, we kept crossing our energy attacks, canceling each other out, only to throw our biggest attacks and blow each other into a draw…I can see the frustration, but, I'm to the point that it's inconsequential. She's progressing better than Gohan ever could. I'm twice as strong now than I was back then. All the ends justify the means, I guess… Next thing he knew, Piccolo shouted for her attention out in the main room. "Hey kid!"

KID… "Grr, what is it, Namek?" she hollered back, not about to move from her place on the plush bed, where she laid with her arms tucked behind her head, glaring at the ceiling. A certain scent began to waft across her senses… Oh god. I forgot he slept here! She sat up on the bed, grabbed the pillow that was closest to the side he had been sleeping on earlier, and found herself inhaling his rugged musk like a starved fangirl. Her head swam from the scintillating power of his scent.

In the kitchen, Piccolo grunted and managed to ignore her petulant tone. He opened the fridge door he had been leaning on and inquired back to her, "What do you want?"

In a wistful, hormone-induced haze, Sofia muttered, "Namekian Cock," pause. "…!"

Hearing something about a Handemian lock, Piccolo shouted, "What?"

"…! Uh, could I just have a something to drink. That'll be fine…" The blush burned her face and her body broke out in a sweat that caressed every fangirl goosebump.

Looking into the fridge and seeing only one thing to drink, he decided to impersonate her and be difficult, just to get on her nervesand get payback for her past offenses more. "Like what?"

Sofia was about to shout her answer, when his irritating tone registered in her mind. Glaring daggers at the kitchen doorway, she decided she could be just as much of a smart-ass, since in her mind she practically invented the art. "OHI don't know, hmmmOh, how 'bout water? Oh no-no, wait, water. Nofuck that! Waterwait-wait! Some good ass water is what I needwait! Scratch that…" Piccolo scowled at how his plan had been turned against him, and tried to cut in for her to drop it, but was savagely thwarted. "…how 'bout water in a glass! Yeahno, nowater with ice! That's the ticketoh wait, hell nohow 'bout lime-flavored watershit no, some watER!" She was swiftly cut off by the cold water bottle that smacked into the back of her head and plopped onto the bed. Glaring over her shoulder at a casually doorframe-leaning Piccolo who stared at her with gruff intensity, she hopped on the bed and turned to face him, snatching the bottle up and ripping the top off. "Being a smart-ass just isn't your forte, Piccylow," she smiled sweetly before gulping some water down.

Pushing off the doorframe, he strode over to her with a blank semblance, and stood a couple of paces away from her. When she raised an eyebrow at him, he shot the patented lasers from his eyes and turned the water in her bottle into explosive vapor, soaking much of her hair, face, and shirt. His smugness only came through his dark eyes, and Sofia couldn't help but find him incredibly handsome at that moment. "One day, I'll rip your ears off and make them the charms of your own personal necklace, then take a picture. 'Green Bean wonder of the world collects his own ears' they'll say, and 'wasn't he some sort of wannabe big shot?' 'Oh no, he hung out with trees and trained in deserts', then, 'doesn't he only live off of water? Well, someone who lives off of water and lives in a desert must be a special camper…" Sofia rambled on sarcastically as she stood and went around the bed in direction to the bathroom, leaving Piccolo with a raised browridge and crossed arms in the main room staring at her curiously. After slamming the sliding door shut, Sofia was able to look at herself in the mirror, and coat it with a thin film of nosebleed. Pinching her nose to thwart the next burst of fangirl glee, she tried not to hyperventilate. That musk, that voice, that bodieeeeeeeeeee! And those lips…I shiver just thinking of him, and when I'm in the room with him! What is wrong with me today? I mean a NOSEBLEED Master Roshi style? Then feeling like I'm going to ignite in flame every time he looks, speaks, and let alone touches me? She huffed in her mind, and decided that she was in need of another shower.

She peeled out of the remnants of her clothes and started the shower spray at Arctic stream, making the temperature in the small room drop. Piccolo, meanwhile, grumbled about the insanity of females before deciding to train alone for a bit just outside from the palace steps. "I'm glad I don't have the stigma of gender, or else I would've lost my mind ages ago…" he grunted to himself before going into his kata practice.


"Jeez it's hot in here…" Sofia grumbled as she opened the sliding door and exited the icy tomb that was once the bathroom. Clad in a sleeveless belly shirt and matching panty shorts, she pulled her hair up into a tight bun before sitting on the cold tile floor of the main room and sighing from its perpetual chill as she laid back. "No matter what, this floor is always cool," she mused to herself with her eyes closed, draping her forearm over them to block out the stark white of the chamber.

"Marble is always cool," Sofia startled, but didn't open her eyes or let her forearm fall from its resting place.

"I didn't here you come back…"

"You wouldn't. Learn to keep up your guard up on and off the battlefield," he gruffly chided her.

"Yeah, how 'bout you remove the tree that's firmly wedged in your ass and relax for once," she scolded and flipped to her feet just before the lasers from his eyes could shock her. When she turned to face him, her eyes went wide and she immediately face-faulted to the floor.

Piccolo only grunted at the reaction before looking himself up and down, then back to her. "What?" He didn't see what her problem was; wasn't the first time he'd come back from training with his gi tattered and dirty, and certainly not the first time he was out of his weighted gear. She was acting extra odd. "Is this some stupid female problem, or are you just trying to piss me off!?" he growled and haughtily crossed his arms over the tattered shirt that barely covered his bulging pecs.

Baring her fangs in a disdainful sneer usually sported by Piccolo himself, she came to her feet and began a verbal tirade the likes Piccolo had never been subjected to. "MUST YOU KEEP PROVOKING ME WITHWITH? GAHH! Dammit, Namek…Are you aware of how you stink? You smell like armpit mixed in with sand and B.O.! Your stench has been making me gag ALL day! Jesus, when's the last time you even changed clothes? Even Kakarot has enough sense to change his damned clothes and bathe the vicious stink off his body, and he's mentally challenged! Why don't you air out this chamber from your abominating reek by putting that tattered mess out of it's misery and burning it out back, and then step into a shower and marinate in soap for a couple of days, you damn slob!" was Sofia's ardent berate and sexually frustrated scoff at the expense of Piccolo's naïve position before her.

Staring at her with a blank expression for seconds after her tirade ended, Piccolo realized that he had no rebuttal. "Fine!" Piccolo pulled his tattered and torn gi shirt off and threw it to the floor by her feet. "If it'll get you to shut up and leave me be then FINE!" he gruffly said as he kicked his raw-hide moccasins off to land on the discarded shirt. Pausing in his abrupt actions with his hands on the blue sash he was about to undo after seeing the expression of conflicting emotions and a vibrant blush wash over her expression, Piccolo grunted in aggravation. "Dammit, brat! What's your problem now!? You wanted me to put my gi out of its misery so I might as well do it in front of you and spare myself any further aggravation"

"YOU GREEN PRICK! YOU'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET A RISE OUT OF ME ALL GODDAMMED DAY! TAKE YOUR FUCKING NASTY GI AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR EARS, YOU ARROGANT TEASE!" Sofia roared at him with her face contorted in rage, heat, frustration, and embarrassment before swiftly dodging past him to go through the dimensional line to her quarters, throwing herself under her comforter and cocooning herself in the heavy material, blocking out all intrusions to her frustrated brooding her frenzied shout managed to thwart the rampant nosebleed that threatened to shoot out at the sight of his exposed torso.

Left in the aftermath totally clueless, Piccolo growled in annoyance and discarded himself of his remaining attire, throwing it with the rest before turning them to ashes with a curt ki blast. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Proceeding to step into the tub before pulling the curtain shut and starting the shower spray with a gush of lukewarm water, Piccolo frowned at the bottle of soap after opening it and sniffing the scent it held. Flowery fruity wasn't what he wished to smell of, so he opted for just rinsing off and letting the water beat down on him and cascade down his sculpted physique. She sounded like that spoiled Saiyan monkey! Damn brat… She was off her game today. Even blindfolded I could tell she was distracted. So damn touchy too. Piccolo paused in thought and growled at himself. Here she is monopolizing my thoughts again! The little bithmm, guess not so little anymore. She's sprouted at least a foot since we've been in here. She's shaped up considerably too… Dammit! I'm doing it again! Piccolo clenched his jaw and shook his head, sending water to splash against tile and porcelain and sending his antennae to quiver and bob with his movement. He rinsed his face and rubbed excess water off before opening his eyes and continuing to rub the cascading water across his chest, down his abdomen, and to the sides of his apex to wash down his toned thighs and muscular legs, and brought his hands back up his body to rinse his underarms and rub up his neck and down his throat. I want to meditate. I'll force myself into my deep consciousness and see if I can stir up the images and voice from last time. I have no recollection of it, nor do I see how it could impede me from my meditation. Time to force the answer out… with that, Piccolo tipped his head up into the cascading spray and parted his lips to take some water in, only to gargle it and spit it out; his way of brushing his immaculate teeth. Turning the shower off and tugging the curtain open, he sent a burst of ki outwards and dried himself off before materializing into a new gi. He opted to stay barefoot and without his weighted gear to put himself into a state of utter relaxation before his planned meditation time.

'Forcing anything will only cause complications. Why not let it just unveil itself overtime?' his counterpart remarked aloofly for the first time in the day.

The cold chill of the tiled floor beneath his feet was a soothing welcome to the annoyance that was rising from Nail's sheer telepathy. Piccolo mentally scoffed, walking out of the bathroom and deciding to sit lotus style on the floor at the foot of the bed. 'Today was going so well. Why don't you keep your thoughts to yourself? I didn't ask your opinion…as if I ever ask your opinion.'

'So callous. As your counterpart I'm entitled to speaking up when you're going to do something that could jeopardize the both of us,' Nail clipped back sourly.

'Well the deal was that you were just along for the ride. Your opinion or say doesn't determine any of my actions. If I want any of your say I will ask you for it,' Piccolo tersely replied. 'I highly doubt that wanting to get to the bottom of why I can't meditate will jeopardize us both, so quit exaggerating and keep quiet!'

'Humph!' Nail gave a rare grunt, and fell silent, allowing Piccolo to crack his neck and pop his back before getting comfortable in his meditation pose. Preparing himself for the mental exertion the task would take, he inhaled and exhaled, closing his eyes and relaxing his body.

Okay…maybe instead of forcing it, I'll let my senses pull me into deep consciousness like last time…


"Faint light filtered in around her. The glow existed in unrequited darkness, where even the shadows the faint light cast were cold and uninviting. Her surroundings began to focus into tangibility, and she realized that the glowing light came from various candles scattered around the circumference of a post-less and board-less bed. The jagged walls of the dark concave cave were the perches for most of the candles, as was the smoothened rock floor she could faintly feel beneath her feet.

where am I…

Her surroundings seemed to be held in a space of time that differed greatly from her previous dreams. The fact that she was included in the scene made her aware of her participation, but unaware of the meaning. Focus intensifying before her, she realized that there was a figure resting languidly on the bed. The piercing crimson eyes seemed to look through her. The candlelight made her skin glow to an almost statuesque gold tint, and her garnet eyes flickered alluringly. Kyouran seemed to be out of her element to her. Gone were her usual white gi and armor, and only a flimsy robe that could be scarcely considered a kimono covered her up, exposing her long neck and shapely shoulders.

what is this? Can it be a memory?...No, it feels like something else…

As her attention focused on the demon destroyer before her, she felt the rest of herself submerge from the surroundings. Alarmed, she tried to fight the feeling, but was quickly overtaken by it. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on the hard surface of the bed, but she couldn't move.

I'm her now...I'm just a spectator from her point of view…

Sofia thought how this is what Nail probably felt like. She felt the surroundings around her. The robe slipping off her shoulder, the soft warmth the candlelight created on her skin from the amount that illuminated the scene, and most of all, she felt the other presence that seemed to be watching her from the shadows.

"Don't just watch me…" Kyouran spoke in an uncharacteristically soft tone to the other presence shrouded in the heavy darkness, adjusting her weight to one side, as if indicating she wasn't threatened.

She heard a low rumbling sound, as if the figure was indicating he was pleased, and she felt the figure's gaze intensify on her as it stepped from the darkness closer to her. Sofia felt Kyouran's expression change as her eyes fluttered and her body tensed…in excitement?...

The tall figure still had shadows playing off his form, but his eyes were shining from the faint firelight, giving them an alluring gleam of polished obsidian… a scintillating gaze that sent shivers to the deepest core in Kyouran's body. The candlelight dimmed lower as the figure came closer and Kyouran's heartbeat increased, but was only evident from the soft but deep breaths she took. As if the space between them would never end, Kyouran sat up more, leaning forward on her knees with her hands splayed gingerly on the bed at her sides.

The hard bed shifted under the mysterious figure's weight. Kyouran remained still, as if she tried not to anticipate what could happen next in fear of growing anxious. The now dim candlelight flickered as if at the end of their wicks, but managed to illuminate the figure's bare chest as it teasingly peeked from the robe that was threatening to fall open if tugged even delicately. The bronze glow of the figure's exposed skin was a trick played by the light, as was the golden radiance of Koyuran's skin. Kyouran looked into the deep abyss of the eyes that seemed captivated by her but could only see her reflection in those mirror-like orbs. She was almost eager to touch the figure's bare skin, but was shocked when the figure trailed his strong fingertips up her arm and over the sleeve of her flimsy robe, denting the skin and causing her to stiffen at the action.

Chuckling under his breath hoarsely, the figure continued to let his fingertips graze over her exposed shoulder, then wander teasingly to trace her defined collarbone all the way to the dip of her clavicle. With sudden possessiveness, the figure grasped the part of the robe that still hung on her opposite shoulder and tore it, exposing her supple cleavage and earning a surprised tremble from the female demon.

Kyouran's body began to ignite with the rough and firm touch of the other as it trailed all over her erogenous areas, and incited gasps and sighs from her that if the firm arousal pressing against her lower inner thigh was any indication were inciting pleasure for the mysterious figure. The pleasure of his actions caused her body to throb and grow whet with excitement, and her eyes began to glaze over with lust that was subtly mirrored in the dark pools that gazed at her.

Sofia felt a change occur. Her conscious began to grow heavy, sinking within Kyouran's to the point where her thoughts were numbing and ebbing away into dormancy. Her vision and perspective began to blur; her surroundings dimmed and went out of focus completely, but not before she felt the arousal pressed at Kyouran's thigh grind lustfully against it and the hot breath trickle over her neck and ear as the mysterious figure and soon-to-be lover finally spoke in a hoarse and almost primal whisper.

"I will make you scream my name very soon, Nisou Kyouran…"

And then her conscious wavered and dove into the deep shadows of lust, want, and burning desire that had mounted to an outcome a long time coming…"


He pushed past the deepest recess of his consciousness when the sudden flicker of a memory fluttered fleetingly in his mind and vanished, leaving him with more questions than answers for his predicament. Piccolo let himself be pulled deeper into the recess, until he hit a proverbial wall that seemed to have lifted just to keep him out of what that space in his mind housed. Growling, he struck his fist against the solid blockade. Since when do I get blocked out by my own damn mind! He noticed how his residual self felt stifled in this part of his consciousness, and growled trying to piece together what could have caused this. Kami…that old bastard definitely has something to do with this…he probably hid this technique from me and my sire. Damn him… feeling something tug at his thoughts, Piccolo looked around himself. Wait…this part of my mind is solely reserved to me…even the old man can't get this far and block me out. Piccolo clenched his eyes shut, determined to will something to appear from the blockade, believing that he was in control and that he wouldn't let his mind play tricks on him.

Then suddenly, a force slammed into his residual self and blew him away. Getting his bearings, Piccolo watched as the blockade solidified and sealed itself totally from him, with an eerie illuminating aura scintillating powerfully in front of it that would not allow Piccolo to even get close. Standing, Piccolo stared, totally perplexed by this turn his own mind took. Something really doesn't want me to know what's going on…meditation is how I'm able to channel my mind and see things, so it's preventing me from even that…

Piccolo snapped himself back and stepped through the haze of his consciousness onto the central bridge that divided his from Nail's spiritual core. Nail lofted out of his consciousness, with a wry expression to the other's begrudging annoyance. As he was about to speak, Piccolo cut him off.

'Shut up! I don't want to hear it,' he growled darkly and looked angrily off to the void that existed under and to both sides of the central bridge.

Nail sighed and his comical look melted from his features. 'So?' he asked apathetically and crossed his arms casually.

Piccolo huffed and glared intensely at him. 'I'm being blocked out by my own mind,' he grumbled derisively, then got hold of his temper and spoke apathetically, 'have you ever heard of something like this happening?'

Bowing his head in acceptance of finally being asked for his opinion, Nail responded in his leveled tenor tone reminiscent to the first time he met Piccolo on Namek when he had been left for dead by Frieza. 'No. I've never heard of a case where Namekians or a specific Namekian was prohibited from a recess of his mind by an invisible source. You are the first. Your circumstances are far more unique than those of normal Namekians, so I'm afraid the answer to your problem is one you have to figure out.'

Piccolo glowered at his counterpart and crossed his arms tightly. 'So in essence, a simple 'I don't know' would've sufficed!'

Nail sighed and glared at Piccolo, then both went into an argument about the futility of speaking to each other civilly, not knowing that they were about to be interrupted in a most scandalized way…


She stood in the doorway, unbeknownst to Piccolo as he was in deep argument with Nail in the central bridging of their consciousness. Her hair was mussed and shrouded her expression as she almost contemplatively stepped closer to the unaware Namek. She was drawn to him, completely zoned out from the rest of the world as she languidly concentrated her primal urge and the calling of his body to hers.

Piccolo stomped with a dismissing air through the haze into his conscious, leaving Nail to sneer at his stubbornness and call him a spoiled hatchling before he was buffed by Piccolo's commanding shout. 'You and that old man are about as useful as a blind, deaf, and mute human! Might as well wake up the brat and ask her if she would know someth'

Piccolo cut himself off as his body suddenly recoiled from a foreign touch and weight that was placing itself in his lap and draping over his shoulders. Snapping his eyes open and parting his lips in a shocked grunt just as Sofia's face closed in on his, Piccolo's body jerked in surprise and stiffened at the close contact. His grunt was driven back down his throat as her lips fixed over his, and he flinched at the intensity of her actions and tried to pull away. Sofia's hands wandered lasciviously up the nape of Piccolo's neck to trail just under the junction of his neck, ears, and jaw line, causing Piccolo to freeze and his eyes to grow wide in shock. He was unable to struggle against the prickling sensation that fluttered all over his body as she sensually pressed her thumbs to massage the spot just under and behind his earlobes on his neck. His struggling decreasing to certain tremors of movement, Piccolo's eyes fluttered.

His thoughts were muddled and overrun by the sensations overtaking his body. The only thing he could scrape enough focus for was the massaging of the sensual but unfamiliar erogenous spot on either side of his neck, the lips caressing overpoweringly against his, and the pressing of her almost feverishly warm body against his. Piccolo's back sunk rigidly against the footboard of the purple bed as his arms stopped their astounded spasms and jerks, and his eyes finally fluttered shut and gave into the alien sensations overtaking him.

His hard mouth went slack and his lips parted, allowing her tongue to sensually caress his lips before plunging possessively into his mouth. A rumble hiccupped in Piccolo's chest, and his tongue flickered back and came to accept the impassioned kiss as his hands trembled to her lower back. Pressing her almost crushingly to him, he deepened the kiss and turned the tables by exploring her soft warm mouth and eliciting muffled moans of approval.

Sofia's body trembled against the rock-hard chest she was being crushed against. Her thighs tensed and squeezed his hips as she began to straddle his lap. Piccolo ran his fingers through the back of her hair and gripped her tightly to him as he forcefully parted from the kiss to catch his breath, only to be overtaken by a shudder down his spine and to his deepest core from the lips that latched around one of his bobbing and trembling antennae. Gasping hoarsely, he felt the prickling sensation raise his skin in gooseflesh as the assault on his sensually-receptive antennae and the massaging of the spot on his neck drove him into a feral physical yearning that was unnatural to him. He struggled to get control, and succeeded when the hand that had been laced in the back of her hair trailed down her spine and caused her to shudder and moan, creating pleasurable vibrations against the bulbous tip of his trapped antenna. She parted her lips, freeing the delicate appendage, and got pulled into a bruising kiss that left them both breathless.

Her body ached for what she was unable to have of him. A furious flush overtook her enraptured features, clashing brilliantly against the purple tint trailing Piccolo's heated features. Piccolo's hands began to awkwardly fondle her supple body as their tongues battled sensually for dominance. He felt her body heat and shift from his touch, but his nervous and astounded fingers and hands could not find an erogenous spot equal to the pleasurable area she was rubbing passionate circles against with her thumbs. That is, until one of his hands trailed across the back of her thigh and traced the curves that led to her nether regions hidden from his inexperienced roaming.

He had felt her body grow the warmest there, pressed against his crotch; curious, his eyes fluttered to half lids so he could watch her expression as his inexperienced but inquisitive fingers found a discreet path housed between her shapely legs. Sofia's stifled mewl of approval hummed against his ravenous tongue. A blush burned her delicate cheekbones as his fingers caressed her through the cloth of her scant undergarment. Piccolo's eyes flickered with intense interest at the sound, and of the feel of her body as it writhed in rapture against him. His fingers pressed against the grove hidden by the cloth of her panties and dragged slowly across it, inciting a jerk and shiver from her and the sensual massaging at his neck to turn into denting pressure and rubbing. He choked a grunt and bit down on her lower lip as his body stiffened from the harsh and jarring heat that ignited at the back of his throat. He suddenly felt like the sensation was choking him. His throat began to clench painfully, and his mouth went bitterly dry, even with her playful tongue exploring and tracing the soft pillow under his tongue and the peaks of his pointed fangs.

Piccolo tried to inhale through his nose, but his breathing was too erratic to allow him a hearty breath. Even with his body panicking from the sudden inexplicable discomfort, Piccolo's fingers still trailed and drew circles against her most erogenous secret. His fingers felt damp moisture seep through the cloth from his ministrations. Freezing in place and choking out a breath after parting forcefully from their never-ending kiss, Piccolo tried to ask her why she was suddenly wet there when she bit his lip with authority and plunged her tongue to caress the back of his mouth.

The pressure of her thumbs grew excruciating. His throat clenched as her tongue almost touched the back of his throat and suddenly released as her thumbs dragged up and then pressed down his sensitive point. Colors flashed in his mind, and a sense of intense elation washed over his body. Immediately a wave of relief washed down over his tense and uncomfortable features, causing him to pull away from the deep kiss panting.

He gasped huskily as he tried to catch his breath, "Whaht possessehd youh toh do thaht…!?" and finally noticed something wasn't right.

Sofia's breath was ragged, causing her to gasp through her parted lips, and her body was still shivering from his previous foreplay, but her eyes were lowered shut…they had been shut the entire time.

"Sofia?" he voiced hoarsely so she would look at him. Her eyes fluttered to drowsy half lids, but the glazed and foggy gaze that looked back at him wasn't Sofia's.

The crimson gaze gleamed of lust, giving it a garnet luster similar to that of the pendant resting over her swelling bosoms. Piccolo became alarmed by the eerie stare and unfamiliar eyes. "Sofia!" he shouted in a gruff but ragged tone and shook her in his arms. Her eyes fluttered as if coming out of a deep sleep and slowly opened to focus on him, now back to their familiar chocolate depths.

She yawned quietly and blinked lazily up at him. Slowly, confusion wandered into her expressive eyes. "What...? What's wrong?" she said in a sleepy daze, and absently stared at his still slightly flushed countenance and ragged breathing.

His body stiffening in stunned belief, he stared intensely at her as if she was insane. "What do you mean what's wrong? You…! You" Piccolo paused trying to find the word that explained what she had done, but ended up looking at her with perplexed skepticism.

"What are you talking about? Why are you in my bed? Are you losing it?" Sofia began to snap out of her dreamy daze and struggled in his arms. Suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings, she froze and looked at him in aghast confusion. This isn't my room…and I'm not in bed… Her body still throbbed dully from their previous wanton actions and she felt questionably aroused, realizing that her skin was warm and tingly, and her undergarments were damp with excited moisture.

The fact that she was pressed so close to his recoiling form only intensified her mortification and caused her to scurry away from him and land hard on her rear. Piccolo tried to stand quickly and regain his poise, but staggered as a wave of dizziness overtook him. He felt suddenly awkward being in his body, and he stared down at his shaking hands. Before he could regain his attention on her, Sofia ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Piccolo stared absently at the door, and then went back to trying to right the feel of his body to that of normalcy.

'Piccolo! Are you alright?' Nail's words were finally breaking through the chaotic haze that blocked him off from Piccolo's consciousness.

Grabbing hold of the nearest bedpost to steady himself, Piccolo growled furiously, 'Of course not, dumbass! I can't get my bearings, and I have no fucking clue what just happened!'

Ignoring the insult, Nail pressed on. 'I do not know either; you blocked me out. It was almost as if your whole mind shut down and you blacked out. I was worried; it was almost like when you went unconscious on Namek.'

Standing straight and balancing back on his feet, Piccolo grunted. 'I'm fine. At least I think I am…' his intense features tensed as he looked at the shut bathroom door. What is going on…?

Meanwhile, Sofia leaned against the door and shook in complete mortified horror as she realized she had done something indescribable while she was totally unconscious. Her mind had been clouded with a sleep-induced fog and she didn't remember anything up until when he called her name and woke her. But from the state she woke up in, and the stunned speechlessness Piccolo was in, she could frame together that whatever happened was all her doing. But why? I was asleep! I never sleepwalk, and even if I did I wouldn't go around molesting people! Then visions began to flutter across her mind's eye. Wait…the dream, no…it wasn't a dream…Kyouran and that figure were...! Sofia tensed against the door as it all slowly flooded back to her. Was I acting out the dream on Piccolo? Oh my God! I molested him while acting out a smut vision of my past life and her shadowy twin star! Sofia paled and felt her stomach drop to the cold tiled floor. Her knees were shaking and her body still burned with the aftereffects of unquenched arousal. How the hell am I going to explain myself?

As if to answer her unspoken question, the door was unceremoniously slammed open and she tripped backward from the loss of leverage. Piccolo wretched her upper arm as he gripped it tightly. "Explain yourself, now!" he hissed in an acid tone. Sofia's eyes went as wide as dinner plates as she wretched her arm free and inched away from him. Piccolo decided not to go after her, still trying to right his balance back to normal. "I said explain yourself!" he roared at her in an enraged gruff rasp, feeling his energy level spike from his anger.

Completely embarrassed and feeling dirty under his glaring gaze and rabid scowl, Sofia's face burned red as she attempted to stutter out an explanation. "I-I was-sl-sleepwalking-I was dreaming-and-uh-and I" she nervously rambled as she tried not to look him in the eyes, fidgeting under his gaze.

"ENOUGH!" his shout made the anxiety pool in her stomach. "You..! You attacked me and tried to-to…gah! What did you do to me?! I feel different, like you threw me off balance and corrupted my body from feeling right," he growled disdainfully at her, adding with much shrouded concern, "and why are you wet there?"

When she saw him pointing to her crotch, her jaw dropped and she gasped a shocked utterance. "Wait! How the hell do you know I'm" she paused and gave him a look of utter incredulity. "YOU WERE TOUCHING ME THERE?" she hollered in a high pitch and suddenly felt like the ground was going to shallow her from how beseeched with incredulous concern and embarrassment she was.

Piccolo's expression contorted to shock and slight horror as he realized that she wasn't the only one who had…done that. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped into an aghast sneer as he tried to stutter a reply. "Well! Iit's just you wereDON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT! What you did was"

"I MOLESTED YOU! OK?! I'M SORRY! I-I WASN'T IN CONTROLI WAS ASLEEP ANDAND IT JUST HAPPENED, OK?" she shouted flushed-faced at him which caused him to be assaulted with a series of sweatdrops. "BUT OBVIOUSLY IT WASN'T ONE-SIDED, AND YOU RECIPROCATED MY ADVANCES! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" she hollered and tried to turn away from him and escape to her room, but was grabbed by her hand and prevented from leaving.

"You're not running away that easily! I command you to give me a straight answer; no more incoherent babble!" he shouted and pulled her closer to prevent her from phasing out if given the chance.

Sofia spun towards him and threw his grip away from her hand. "What about you, you bastard! You obviously know more than me about what happened, and you even managed to forget your asexuality long enough to do your own exploring on MY body!"

"BUT YOU STARTED IT, YOU SHE-DEVIL! YOU bombarded me with YOUR lascivious touches, and YOU crammed YOUR tongue down my throat! So YOU'RE responsible for all of this, now EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Piccolo's vehement roar echoed in the acoustic-friendly chamber as his glare turned to spiteful ice focusing solely on her.

"LIKE HELL I WILL, YOU TWO-FACED FUCK!" she roared right back at him and swiftly turned for her exit.

Piccolo growled in exasperation and grabbed her arm. When she wretched it free and tried to elbow him back, he swiftly snatched both of her arms up and held them against her chest, thwarting any attack, and pinned her against him. Sofia struggled against his iron hold. "Dammit Piccolo, let me GO!" she snarled at him and tried throwing her head back for a head butt, but Piccolo anticipated the action and swung his head out of the way, then tightened his grip to make his point.

"You're not running away like a spoiled little bitch until you tell me what is going on, dammit!" he spat close to her ear, shaking her when her struggling almost managed to get her a wiggle-out of his hold.

Sofia knew there was no way of getting out this kind of hold. She couldn't even use her telekinesis because she wasn't facing him, and she wasn't powerful enough to direct the power without visually guiding it yet. She desperately wanted to get away from him and find somewhere to think and be utterly alone at the moment. Damn him! Why can't he just let me the fuck go! She barked in her mind and struggled even more, this time using her feet to distract him. She stepped as hard as she could on his foot, and only got a grunt of annoyance and another barked order to explain herself. Sofia had had it. Yelling in anger, she kicked her foot as far back as she could until it connected with something solid. In an instant, Piccolo's hold slipped away from her and she staggered forward as a low thud echoed in the room.

Without turning around, she realized that the low thud was also accompanied by pained grunts and wheezing gasps. Whipping around to face Piccolo, she found him huddled on the tile floor, his face dark with pain and his hands holding his injured spot. His eyes clenched shut as a specific wave of pain almost caused him to keel over and throw up.

Sofia just stared before concern snapped her to his side. "How hard did I hit you?" was her incredulous question. Piccolo looked up at her and growled for her not to touch him, stark and shocked pain still etching his usually scowling features.

Sofia's mind was spinning with so many questions as it was and now one very surprising one popped out over the rest. …Where did I hit him?

"Piccolo, let me help you up and to the bed."

Piccolo recoiled from her touch and bared his fangs. "What did you do to me!?" he growled menacingly and added, "You've interfered with me for the last time!" With that, he tried to pull himself up, but only managed to stand in a crouch. It was then that Sofia noticed the area he was protecting from any further pain. Her eyes grew wide, but the realization still didn't dawn fast enough as Piccolo agonizingly stood and hobbled to the bed.

Almost losing his footing as he tried to get on the mattress, Sofia staggered over and helped him lay on his side. He glared at her with suspicious eyes, but didn't say anything and ignored her as he tried to will the pain to subside.

"After millions of times getting kicked there, it hurts like hell this time…" he mumbled dejectedly to himself and shut one eye as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

Sofia, who had been standing next to the bed staring blankly at him, suddenly sunk down to sit on the bed as his words hit her. "Uh-umyou said you felt thrown off balance, and just not right…?" she asked slowly and explicitly avoided his gaze.

Piccolo glowered at her, able to focus more as the pain began to ebb, and answered in a terse bark, "Yes! Glad to see you can scream and listen."

Sofia looked at him warily. "Um…I think I know why you feel that way…" she mumbled in a hushed tone.

His gaze boring into her, he slashed her verbally. "Then stop being a nervous ditz and spit it out already!" When her expression only darkened with a meek blush, Piccolo knew something he really wouldn't like was going to come out of her mouth.

"Piccolo…you should look for yourself," she remarked with such embarrassment that she couldn't tear her eyes away from the purple comforter.

Cocking a brow, Piccolo stared at her for several seconds before staring down at himself. Gingerly pulling his light blue sash away and tugging open his plum gi pants, Piccolo stared down at his crotch…and shouted a roar that echoed in the distance of the white void out for miles.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?" Sofia flinched from the shouts and his sputtering left him flushed-faced as he gawked into his pants and stared at the foreign appendage and it's accessories fused to his once sex-less groin.

"I have no idea what I did or how it happened, Piccolo, I SWEAR!" she sat up and faced him completely as she cried out emphatically.

He tore his gaze from the shocking sight and focused on her. "But you know what this means, don't you…" he remarked blankly.

Nodding warily, she replied as factually as she could muster. "You're not really…asexual anymore. You have m-male genitals now. I don't know how…but I guess our…encounter caused you to change."

Piccolo's blank features did nothing to quell the sense of embarrassment that recoiled in her features. His blank expression melted into the iron semblance that he built to keep everyone, especially people like her, out. "When you…when you were kissing me, you were pressing your thumbs against a sensitive spot on either side of my neck. It soon turned into excruciating pain…and it felt like my throat was closing in on itself" he saw how his explanation caused a spark of realization to flicker in her brown orbs.

"WaitIf that's the truth"

"What the hell do you mean 'if that's the truth'!?" he cut in as his temper began to wear strong.

"I mean that if that's how it went, maybemaybe our session," she blushed at the word, "wellthat maybe when I 'stimulated' that spot it caused you to become sexual…I mean, since your asexual reproduction occurs in the back of your throat. I could have possibly sealed it," like in Delta Damioh's fic, "and then since I canceled out your asexual reproduction it forced you to acquire a gender..." pausing, she tried a smile as she jokingly remarked, "well, at least it isn't a vagina, heheh-ah-heh…"

Piccolo's glower cut her amusement off. It makes some sense, she figured as she gave him a sidelong glance. As she stared at him, she saw his lips pull into a slight frown that matched his furrowed brow line. Curious, she couldn't help but whisper blankly, "What's wrong?"

Piccolo looked at her with the perplexed expression. "Will it hurt every time I'm kicked there?"

Sofia's eyes shrunk to pinpoints. "Yeah, A LOT!" she replied and laid on her side, facing him. He pushed himself to rest on his elbows and huffed at her reply.

"Great…another weakness to guard in battle," he almost sulked and glared intensely at her. Their eyes met, and Sofia was disappointed when he pulled his gaze away. Piccolo looked at her wrist, and saw the thin purple bruise that laced around it from having grabbed her earlier. She sat up to leave, when he stopped her by clearing his throat. Facing him again, he mumbled, "Idon't want anyone else to know about this…"

Her eyes crinkled in understanding. "Yeah, you wouldn't want to be challenged to whip it out and have a pissin' contest with your opponent," she grinned at Piccolo's disdainful sneer and laughed when he scoffed angrily.

"Must it always be mating with your feeble mind? You'd think you were a sick puppy in heat." Sofia was about to answer back, when she noticed the veiled amusement dancing in his eyes.

She laughed, and poked him in the chest as she said, "Takes one to know one, Green Bean."

Piccolo snorted and slapped her hand away a little harder than he intended to, and threw her off balance on the plump bed to land hard against his chest with her nose centimeters away from his. They both stared wide-eyed at each other, and simultaneously wondered why it was they always ended up in such a position.

Sofia absently wondered how passionate their session had been and whether or not he had reciprocated as fervently as she could imagine herself being. Staring at his handsome face, she decided that she wanted to relive the encounter, but wide awake and totally conscious of her actions. Piccolo found himself once again staring at her lips, then trailing up to gaze into her characteristically expressive eyes. He sensed what she intended to do, but decided to not fight it this time. Sofia leaned in and closed the little distance between them, and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. When she parted, she was surprised to have Piccolo sit up on his elbows and, slowly inch closer for another. Not at all minding the silent request, she kissed him again, this time with eager passion. Piccolo slowly kissed her back, letting his lips part with hers and for the languid exploration of each other's warm mouths to begin. Sofia leaned her upper body against his, draping her arms over his broad shoulders as she deepened the kiss. Piccolo held both of them in their respectful positions by propping himself up solidly on his elbows.

Their noses brushed together as they turned their heads and swiveled their tongues against each other. Sofia caressed the back of his neck when he became more imposing during the kiss, the unspoken direction that she was comfortable with him taking the lead. She found herself being overwhelmed by the passionate make-out, gasping as his sharp fangs threatened to pinch her lips. He watched as her eyes fluttered in excitement behind her lowered lids, and realized that stirring those reactions in her gave him an unfamiliar satisfaction. Sofia's tongue suddenly caressed the cushiony spot at the back of his mouth, causing him to grunt softly and hum deep within his chest as the caress stimulated the fluttering pleasure that arose whenever she kissed him so deeply. Sofia mentally catalogued the precious fact as she repeated the action and received a growl that resonated from his chest, sounding quite similar to a purr.

The kiss became intensely frenzied as the two panted through their noses for enough breath to allow them to allow the make-out to last longer. Sofia absently brushed the sensitive spot on his neck and made him shudder, causing him to thrust his ravenous tongue deeper into her warm mouth. Then, as sudden as his action was, Piccolo smacked his lips closed and parted from the kiss, staring at her as if something unknown had coursed through him. Sofia stared at him, pulling away to give him some space, confusion crossing her semblance.

When Piccolo had regained his breath, his gaze unglued from her and stared down at himself. "…What is it doing?" he asked in an incredulously inquisitive tone when he looked back at her.

Following his gaze slowly down his body, Sofia's expression flushed as her eyes shrunk to dots. "OH MY GOD DON'T ASK ME ANYTHING ANYMORE!" she shrieked as she miraculously evacuated herself from his side on the bed and sprinted out of sight through her room and out the arch entranceway like a bat out of hell.

Watching her energy trail fizzle away to the floor, Piccolo couldn't help but sweatdrop. When he realized she wasn't going to come back, he growled and looked back down at himself, irritated by the unexplained and indiscreet bulge that tented his crotch. "What in the hell is wrong with her!? Isn't it enough that she made this sprout and now she can't even tell me what the fuck its doing!" he snarled bitterly at no one else but himself.

'Well…this is interesting,' Nail chimed wondrously. Piccolo ignored him.

"It must be something really bad if she has to haul ass out of here," Piccolo surmised out loud, and received a long telepathic hum from Nail.

'So…you two partook in some erotic encounter that has changed your sexual physiology,' Nail paused, then added for inflection, 'how odd.'

Piccolo growled. 'Nail, if you have nothing to add that could help explain what this thing is doing and why, then shut up!' he barked furiously.

'Well. I think it's time you and I have a long chat about…mating, Piccolo,' he chimed with mock-sagaciousness, his statement earning a strangled 'HUH?' from his sexually-dense counterpart. 'It all starts out with the physiological differences between a man and a woman…'


Sofia rocked back and forth in her more tasteful attire consisting of jeans and a t-shirt using her feet to push back and her cradled legs to balance herself from drifting too far back and repeating the process again. She resembled a confined mental patient at the moment, muttering to herself while staring blankly ahead at the vast whiteness of the void.

"I molested him, changed his physiology, and now he's packing a very Special Beam Cannon…he got a hard-on in front of me…from me!" She loudly sniffed the nosebleed that tried to trickle out and shook her head. "What the hell is going on? Why did this happen? I'm the only one of us that's supposed to be changing while in here, so…could he be a link to Kyouran's mysterious figure from the dream?" she paused her awestruck monotone when another possibility came to mind. "Could he be my…?" she shook her head and tried to focus. "Why would that have anything to do with the reason why he's suddenly sexual…very sexual by the look of that tent he was sporting…" Sofia's mind rushed back to the breathless make-out, and she switched from concern to perverted wonder. "I wonder what it looks like… would he let me see it if I asked him to whip it out?!" she swooned at the prospect, wondering if she had enough time to go back while he was still in awed confusion to swindle him in giving her a peek oh his new manhood, then she mentally kicked herself for letting her annoying reason take over first instead of her sexual curiosity of his body. "Dammit! The Sex-god of my perverted fantasies just got endowed and I didn't pounce on that? This chamber must be retarding my brain!" she chided herself as she stood and looked back at the small palace in the great distance she had put herself. "Damn, better get back before he sobers up!"

With that, she spilled her aura outward and shot off into the air, flying fast and with determination back to the palace and hopefully into the pants of her handsome Namekian affection.

Oh, I hope you stay clueless for just a little while longer and let me get there, Piccolo. This is an opportunity that exceeds fangirl status!


'…and that is what the 'clitoris' is,' Nail announced as a closure to his long and detailed explanationfrom his acute understanding of the proverbial 'birds and bees' speech.

"…!" Piccolo sat catatonic from the vile and astounding lecture, horror-struck that the now dwindled bulge of his pants had been his body exhibiting a blood rush to bring to physical fruition his unfamiliar state of arousal. After a long and tense silence from him, Nail couldn't help but realize that maybe he overloaded his naïve counterpart with so much sharp detail, especially on a topic he scarcely knew of aside of being aware that men and women mated and were supposed to exhibit tedious and often pathetic displays of courting each other to serve the purpose of physical bonding and reproduction. His talk had obviously blown Piccolo's mind, in every sense of the word.

'Do you have any questions, Piccolo?' Nail carefully asked, not wanting to suffer the brunt of his anger.

'…Just one. How the hell do you know all of this?!' he dubiously inquired, adding, 'You lived on Namek with no outside interference until Frieza invaded, so how could you possibly know anything about such things?'

'Kami-sama has chatted with me several times about the peculiar customs and habits of the Earthlings, most notably how their mating and sexual instincts work after observing and researching it all in his long reign as Guardian of Earth,' Nail replied factually in a shrugged tone.

Piccolo wrinkled his nose in disgust. 'I never took the old fart for a blatant pervertand when, pray tell, did you two have these little chat sessions?' Piccolo contumely sneered.

'When you would take your long sessions of deep meditation that would put you in a state of utter unconsciousness towards me and any other disturbances from anything outside your own mind,' Nail replied aloofly, adding, 'Do you know how boring it becomes for me when I can't even have a tedious conversation with you? I'm not socially devoid like you. Once, Kami-sama was trying to contact you telepathically, and when you didn't answer, I did. We enjoy speaking to each other. He gets to speak to someone else other than Mr. Popo, while I get to interact with another Namekian that has a vast amount of knowledge about matters I've never dreamed of knowing. And, it's pleasant and fascinating conversation, unlike your antisocial mutters and grunts.'

Piccolo snorted sourly. 'Well I don't like the idea of you two meddlesome pains exchanging information without my knowing, so don't do it anymore, got it?' he commanded gruffly, and stood from the bed. He snapped himself into his complete attire and prepared to leave and track down his elusive partner.

'First of all, you cannot stop me from having my own telepathic conversations with the only person I can reach out telepathically tosince Kami-sama is your other half and I will not go insane in this body of yours from boredom. Second of all, if I hadn't been speaking to Kami-sama, you wouldn't even know what that new and unruly appendage of yours was doing,' Nail cut in skillfully.

Piccolo hunched his now weight-padded shoulders and growled. He really hated when the witty bastard was right. The whole thing was really wearing on his temper, and he had about enough aggravation. Now he had to waste a whole day's training on learning to adapt to protecting the new weakness, not to mention suffer the burden on his ego of having to admit his physical attraction to the damned girl when his body would blatantly and indiscreetly do it for him.

'Nail. You are not to mention this to the old goat in any of your stupid conversations. Not a word, do you understand?' he instructed with iron resolve in his tone.

'Understood, but it isn't likely that you will be able to keep it a private matter. He is the Kami-sama of Earth, not to mention your other half,' Nail rationalized impassively.

Grunting, Piccolo barked, 'I don't care! All I'm saying is that you keep your insubstantial mouth shut. As a matter of fact, I don't want to hear another word about the subject. I'm already pissed off enough at the fact that it's becoming a huge burden that I never wanted, I don't need anyone else to keep throwing it in my face!'

Piccolo was almost incensed from his temper when Sofia landed at the entranceway and skidded into her room with a wild look on her. "Piccolo!" she shouted and almost slipped, but caught herself and ran skidding towards him. "Hey listen! I think thatuhyou should let me check you outI mean let me explain to you how your new plumbing down there works and even let me demonstrate how you should take care of it from now on. So if you could just whip it out and" before she could even finish her irresolute pitch, Piccolo had thrown a ki ball at her feet. Seeing the ire that contorted his features into irate-ness and the vein that popped to life on his now turban-clad temple, Sofia skittishly grimaced and ran in fear as Piccolo chased her, maniacally throwing ki blasts and lasers as she shrieked and squealed in shock and flee while he hollered shouts and curses that seemed to echo up to the white sky and bounce off into all the endless distances in the immaculately brilliant chamber.

This was a memorable sight that only the stark white and a hysterical Nail could call themselves witness to, but that only one could reminisce wittily about a hundred times over to the detriment of Piccolo's pride and the amusement of Sofia's ego.


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