Disclaimer: That Secondies Chapter.

Well, that one certainly seemed to be a crowd pleaser. And that is definitely true: Inside every Namek is a pervert.

"I can't believe… how did I… since when… what about… what kind of… is my strength… there isn't… I couldn't… fucking things like…no way… if it weren't for… not a thing… where does…" Piccolo mumbled, sitting on a mounted chair with an expression and a drooping posture like he just had a heart attack.

"Congratulations." Atsarute smirked. "You've now said the longest string of incomplete sentences since I heard a speech in Sui-go by an alien politician that didn't know a smidge of the language."

He forced himself into an erect posture and put a hand to his forehead. "Damnit all!" He glared at Atsarute accusingly. "You said that I didn't do anything unusual and that I didn't need to hear about it!"

"It's not like I lied. I said that you were just acting like a smashed moron. Smashed morons do things like that. And with what state you were in after, you really didn't need to know about it."

"But you could have told me later!"

"And what would that serve? Come on, I didn't really want to talk about that night any more than I had to then. The state you were in worried me so much that it was embarrassing." She crossed her arms and looked away. "Besides, it's not like it's a big deal or anything…"

"Not a big deal? Atsarute, I almost fucking raped you!"

Insert comical timing: Goku phased into the room just in time to hear that last comment. The two gave him the deer-in-headlights look, and Goku's own face wasn't too far off from that as well.

Atsarute was the first one able to form words. "What the bloody Hell are you doing here?"

"I-I heard Piccolo scream and came to check it out," Goku sputtered out before blushing and scratching his head with a goofy grin, "I didn't realize that I interrupted… something."

Her glance shot to the door and the control panel before going back to him. "How?"

"Hmm?"

"How did you get in? The door's locked!"

His blush deepened. "I really did come in a bad time."

"Son," Piccolo hissed out. "Don't go making assumptions."

Goku sighed and leaned his head to one side in honest curiosity. "But what did you mean when you said that you almost raped her?"

Piccolo winced, taking a grimace that made him look disgusted. The question seemed so strange, especially to come from Son Goku of all people. He even said it strangely. He wasn't quite sure if Goku was asking out of concern or if he just wanted clarification on the definition of the word "rape". He seriously hoped it was the latter.

"Hey! Dumbass!" The general woman growled, "I asked you a question first! Answer it!"

Goku continued to ignore her, contorting his face to show that he was in serious thought. "Oh. Sou da. I bet I know what happened." He approached Piccolo and nudged him a bit with his elbow. "You were just talking about having to contain yourself when she took off her clothes for you, right?"

Piccolo blinked with saucer-wide eyes, then shook it off and growled at him again. "Do you want me to blast a fucking hole in your chest a third time? If you recall, that last time killed your ass along with your brother!"

"That wasn't it?" was Goku's reaction.

"I told you to not go assuming things, you orange-suited monkey!"

Atsarute finally got fed up and smacked Goku upside the head. "Answer my fucking question before I rip you into small enough pieces that you can be fed to one of the house-cats on your planet!"

"Oh yeah… You wanted to know how I got in here right?" Atsarute replied with an exaggerated nod. "Well, I'm able to teleport to any ki I can sense at will. It's called 'Instantaneous Movement'. I learned it from some people on the planet Yardrat."

"'Yardrat'…?" She repeated, and then shook her head. "Yeah. Okay. Whatever. I'll have to talk to you about it later…" Her interest seemed to be sparked, but she was still obviously upset, which both Goku and Piccolo could sense easily. Since she was too pissed to continue questioning him, she picked up her sweat towel and wrapped it around herself, then pressed some buttons on the control panel. "I'm through wasting my time on this," she said while snapping the braces off her arms and legs. "Piccolo, be a dear and set your moron friend straight. I'm going to go drop by the tailor's quarters before I wash up." With that, she left.

Piccolo groaned. 'Be a dear,' she says… damn her.

Goku looked at Piccolo with confusion again. "Well?"

The Namek's first order of action was to punch Goku in the head and call him another string of intelligence-centered insults. When he finally had his fill of that, he spitefully explained Atsarute's training habits, trying to make Goku think him as so upset that he wouldn't have to explain the rape comment. There is no way I'm going to admit, especially to him of all people, that I lost control because of some damned faux-gang-leader.

His old rival did get somewhat intimidated by his anger, but not enough to stop him from asking questions. "But if she does that all of the time, why is she so upset about me coming in?"

"How the fuck should I know? She bloody well didn't care when the tailor and I saw her naked. Hell, the tailor was invited in, and I barged in. She's probably just upset because you came in at such an awkward time without any sort of warning."

"Hmm… I suppose your right," and there was a short pause before, "And what were you talking about when I came in, anyway?"

Piccolo mentally screamed every sort of curse he could think of before trying to scrounge up some sort of lie from the depths of his mind. Goku was pretty naïve, but he was also intuitive from time to time, so its hard to tell if any lie, stupid or not, would work on him. "We were just… talking about when we were still living together on Earth. That's all." Piccolo placed his chances on a half-truth, since he couldn't think of anything else to say. "It's something that you really wouldn't understand if you weren't there."

With the prospect of having to use more of his brain than necessary, that answer seemed to satisfy him. But he wasn't finished with his questions. "And why did you scream earlier?"

"Eh?"

"Everyone heard you say 'I did what'. Even everyone at Earth that we contacted through that machine."

"That's related to the rape comment."

"It is?"

"Yeah. We were having an argument over what happened this one time. Both of us were still a little confused about all the details. Don't worry about it."

"Oh…" Goku looked to the floor, beginning to feel slightly foolish.

"Now, if you don't mind—" Piccolo went for the door himself and was already in the hall. "--I had something else to talk with her on before you interrupted."

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Goku appeared before his friends in the room below again and reported a truncated version of his findings (people may think him an idiot, but he knew better than to mention in his wife's presence that he saw another woman naked). Since it seemed that Atsarute would be busy for a while, they decided to continue the discussion with their friends and family that were still on Earth.

They enjoyed the conversation immensely; even Vegita was glad to speak to his son after being separated from him for so long (which seemed strange since the warriors became quite accustomed to separating themselves from their homes for long periods of time, but one could expect something like this from such a huge culture shock as another universe).

Dr. Arufuredo, before long, came into the room as well. "Since the guards left, I went to take a look around myself," he said, "Everyone else is speaking with some of Atsarute-sama's fighters and working in a way for us to join. Most of them don't seem to have a problem with it; though it's a bit insulting that they thought we were too stupid to try to have double agents…"

"Dr. Arufuredo!" Gohan beckoned him closer. "You might find this interesting."

"Hmm? What is it? Is it about the Three Twenty-two?" He paced over to the queer machine, adjusting his glasses as he peered at it. "It's truly an amazing device…"

"Yeah, but there's something that you and Atsarute-san didn't know that Otou-san can do…" He directed his gaze to his father. "He's able to use it to transport himself to the people it's sectioned on."

"What? How is that? I'm quite certain that the Three Twenty-two was only capable of communication."

"Yes, but he has the ability to transport himself to the place of whoever he is able to feel the ki of, and since we can sense the people we're talking to through this machine, he's able to use it."

The doctor's glasses slipped down his nose as he stared in amazement in reaction to what he was just told. "You're kidding. You must tell Atsarute-sama of this as soon as possible!"

Gohan nodded. "We intend to. Do you have any idea what she's doing right now?"

"Not a clue. Going through these halls, it's rare to see anyone along the way, this place is so large. I think that I might have run into one maid on the way here, and she didn't seem interested in talking. But show me, anyway. I want to see it for my self."

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Piccolo found Atsarute not long after he went looking, catching her just as she was leaving the tailor's office. She had taken off the sweat towel and was once again in the nude as she walked the halls. He managed to force out any lingering thoughts before gaining her attention. "Atsarute!"

She looked over her shoulder to him. "Oh, Piccolo. Is there something else you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, we were in the middle of a conversation before Son interrupted us." He walked up beside her and continued with her down the hall, forcing his eyes to stay on her brow. "We were talking about… what I did that night."

She sniggered again. "You were just acting a little crazy. You shouldn't worry about it."

He groaned. This wouldn't bother me nearly as much if it weren't for that dream… not to say that it wouldn't still bother me. "It's not that I care whether or not you minded it, but it's that I lost control like that…"

"Oh? So my opinion doesn't matter in this situation?"

"You know what I mean."

She shrugged. "You lost control for a bit. Big deal. I was able to fight you off, so there wasn't a problem."

"But what if you weren't able to fight me off?"

"Considering the condition you were in, you probably wouldn't have gone before passing out."

"But still…" He sighed and decided to give up on that line, but a different series of questions came to mind. "Can I ask about what you said earlier, then?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Towards Son… you were being rather… well, you were pissed off."

"Yeah. Is there a reason I shouldn't be pissed at a guy who just appears in a locked room like that?"

"Well, you do remember him from that tournament recording, don't you?"

"Yeah, I remember him, and I notice that he hasn't gained any intelligence since then, has he?"

"Huh? No, not really…"

Atsarute looked up to the ceiling. "Really, I can't see how you could let yourself lose to him. Heh, funny thing is, every time I saw that recording, I sort of rooted for you to win, even though I knew that you weren't going to."

"W-what? You mean you were blushing about…"

"Oh…" Her steps stopped and her eyes shifted to the side. "So you did notice that I got a little flustered watching it, huh?"

She was blushing about me all that time? He tried to hide his reaction and fronted a different air. "Why are you so surprised that I noticed? Even Shuran noticed, for God's sake."

"Heh… that's true." She grinned back at Piccolo, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Hmm…" He tried not to let his mind (or eyes) wander while he tried to remember his other question. "You also said earlier… that you were so worried about me when I came in smashed that it's embarrassing."

"Yeah… what of it?"

"You were that worried about me?"

The corner of her mouth turned to a slight scowl. "Well, you were coughing up blood and shit. You were just poisoned…"

"But why did you even care?"

"Why did you care about my wound on my side?"

Upon her saying this, he immediately shot his eyes down, searching for any sign that might still exist that remembered the accident. For the first time, he realized that she had scars everywhere on here body, mostly on her arms and legs, but some on her torso as well, all varying in size and width. He found the scar that marked where the slash was that she obtained when her spaceship crashed on Earth. From the years that had gone by, it was now nothing more than a line of pale skin, a scar that had healed and shrunk as the years went by. Before he could have stopped himself, he reached out and his fingers rubbed lightly against the mark, as if he was trying to assure to himself that it was closed.

"Urk!" Atsarute hurriedly pushed him away. "Wh-wh-wha-what are you doing?" She stuttered out, her face turning beet-red. Her arms now attempted to hide her body as her fists kept themselves clenched.

Piccolo felt a wave of confusion rush into his mind and he raised a brow. What the Hell… Why is she so shy all of the sudden?

"I… need to go take that bath, now…" She turned and sprinted off, so flustered that she didn't notice the person in her path until she bashed into him and fell back on her ass.

The person that she bumped into was Kenturion. "Atsarute? What are you doing?" Instead of saying something cocky or lewd as Piccolo expected, he offered her his hand and helped her up, speaking in a concerned tone, "You look quite disheveled. Did something happen?"

"You're already awake?" She choked out. "I didn't expect you to regain consciousness so quickly."

"Yeah, even I was surprised on how fast I came to. But don't ignore my question. What's wrong?"

"Kenturion," she whispered in an angry growl, "Don't act so nice when there are others around, remember?"

"Huh?" His gaze moved over to see Piccolo, and he jumped back. "Fuck! I mean… err… of course you would be acting so strange with me around and so closely defeating you! You're even disrobed before me…" He scratched his head. "Damnit, that didn't even make sense…"

"Just forget it," Atsarute hissed, her whole face still flushed, and she marched forwards down the steps.

"Ah! Atsarute!" Kenturion called after her. "Wait!"

Piccolo's confusion only increased as he tried to figure out what just happened. Why was he acting so nice to her all of the sudden? Was his attitude earlier just an act? Then he felt a slight tinge of jealously, and shook his head viciously to clear it of these silly emotions.

A quick chapter-up! And still a little longer than usual, too…