Setting the ship on auto-pilot, the woman got out of her chair and sat on the floor in front of the window. Closing her eyes, she began breathing deep. Slowly her expression softened and she floated a foot above the ground unwaveringly. She proceeded to meditate quietly, blocking out the beep of her computer.
She spread out her field of search as far as it would go, hoping to find Vegeta, or even a small trace of him. She smiled when the huge power hit her consciousness.
"You've gotten so strong." Her eyes opened, revealing their heterochromatic colors; one black, one green. She stood again, flipping her long black French braid over her shoulder.
"If you're that strong," she chuckled. "Then you should know I'm on my way. Hopefully your manners have improved and you'll have the decency to greet a guest at the door."
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Vegeta bolted upright in bed.
'That power…' He couldn't believe what he was feeling.
Seconds later, his door slid open, revealing Piccolo.
Trying to ignore the Namek's lack of shirt, Vegeta got out of bed.
"You felt it too?"
Piccolo nodded.
"Seems we're going to have a visitor." He said flatly.
Vegeta strode past him and headed for the front gates. Piccolo followed, both warriors feeling the giant ki approaching quickly.
As they pushed open the front doors, they caught sight of the glimmer of metal in the distance past the moon. The men stood side-by-side, awaiting the stranger's arrival. As the ship came into focus, Vegeta quirked an eyebrow in surprise.
The ship landed about 500 yards in front of them; the light breeze from the landing blew Vegeta's hair gently. The powerful engine whined to a stop and there was a brief silence before the door hissed open. A tall figure presented itself before sauntering down the ramp, making a beeline for the men.
It was Piccolo's turn to look surprised.
The woman walking towards them was tall, not as tall as himself of course, but taller than Vegeta. She had snow white skin and jet black hair that was held back in a tight French braid that reached to her mid-thigh; no loose hairs were seen anywhere. She wore long flowing red robes with gold jewelry. The parts of her body that weren't covered by the robes revealed that she was extremely well-built for a female. There were no shoes on her feet, but they were perfectly spotless of dirt. Her most striking feature was her eyes; one black and one neon green with a cat-like pupil.
The strange woman stopped 10 feet in front of them and broke into a smile. Vegeta added to Piccolo's surprise by advancing forward and closing the space between himself and the woman. She continued to smile as Vegeta looked up at her.
Suddenly, the Prince extended his hand, sneering.
"Long time no see, bitch."
The woman grasped his arm, returning the sneer.
"Same to you, asshole." Her smile lost its sinister element as she unexpectedly picked Vegeta up and hugged him with a strength that would kill any normal person. A noise of protest from the Prince caused her to release him, earning her a half-hearted glare. An angry ki hit her in the chest and she looked in its direction. The ki was coming from a Namekian standing off to the right of Vegeta.
The woman frowned.
"Hey V? I don't think your friend likes me."
Piccolo's glare darkened at the nickname. Vegeta turned and smiled calmly at him.
"Relax, Namek." He chuckled. "She's not a threat."
Despite his reassuring words, Piccolo made no move to meet the woman. She noticed this, and took the initiative. She extended her hand and took a step forward.
"I'm Pota."
Pota almost took the step back when Piccolo stepped forward, grasping her hand with a strength that surprised even her. She suddenly felt extremely short with the Namek staring down at her.
"Piccolo." He grunted, freeing her hand and returning to Vegeta's side like a guard dog, falling silent again.
Still feeling the angry waves rolling off of Piccolo, Vegeta explained the woman.
"Pota is my older half-sister. She was born of the same bearer, but not the same father."
The Namek relaxed slightly, but still remained on guard. Vegeta turned back to Pota.
"Those clothes. Where's your armor? Where have you been?"
Pota looked down at her attire and chuckled, instantly reminding Piccolo of the Son family.
"My armor? Uhh, it got destroyed a couple decades back; I'm talking right after I left. As for where I've been, I traveled around; got in fights; ended up on a little planet named Piruto in the Eastern galaxy. That is one violent race, let me tell you. Lucky for me, however, I happened to have the same eyes as their lead Goddess." Her grin widened.
"So basically I've been living as a Goddess before I got antsy and came looking for your Royal ass."
Vegeta laughed, relaxing Piccolo more.
"Is that so. Well you found me." He yawned.
"This conversation will have to continue later, however, seeing as you woke me up." He smirked at Pota's surprise.
"Did I? Sorry. There was no way to tell when it was day or night on Piruto." She laughed, punching Vegeta's shoulder playfully. "Tomorrow then." With one last glance at the terrifying Namekian, she walked back onto her ship, the ramp hissing shut behind her.
Vegeta chuckled and headed back inside with Piccolo in his wake. Piccolo was still tense, so Vegeta sighed and stopped walking. Turning, he stared up at the green man in the hallway.
"Why are you so tense? Is it because she hugged me?" He waited for an answer, but got none.
"She's my sister, Piccolo. Don't forget that." There was a pause before his face split into a smile, confusing Piccolo.
"Could it be that you're jealous?"
Piccolo turned slightly purple.
"Jealous? Of what?"
"You tell me." Came the Prince's quick answer.
Piccolo looked up as Vegeta floated up to eyelevel with him.
"Are you jealous because she got to touch me in such an intimate way?" Vegeta whispered. The innuendo in his question made Piccolo's skin prickle.
Vegeta leaned in and pressed his lips to Piccolo's in an open-mouthed kiss. He wrapped his arms around the Namek's strong neck and held him tightly.
Licking Piccolo's bottom lip sensually, Vegeta let a happy purr bubble up in his throat before leaning in close to Piccolo's ear.
"Don't be so impatient. You'll get your chance." He murmured against the soft skin before taking the pointy tip in his mouth.
Piccolo gasped and did his best to keep his knees from buckling. Vegeta pulled Piccolo against him on the wall and wrapped his legs around his waist, capturing his lips in another heated kiss. Piccolo braced one hand on the wall behind Vegeta and curled the other around his thin waist, holding him up.
As they continued kissing deeply, Piccolo slid his hand slowly down the Prince's back, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. His hand crept down to Vegeta's hip, gripping it gently, making Vegeta moan quietly against his mouth. His slid his hand up to Vegeta's back again, ghosting under his shirt. His fingers made contact with a raised spot on Vegeta's lower back.
The Saiyan stiffened instantly and Piccolo pulled back confused. As he did, his fingers moved slightly, brushing over the spot again. Vegeta's grip on his shoulders tightened and his breathing increased. The gears clicked into place as Piccolo came to realize what he was touching and how he could use it.
He pressed down on the tail scar with his fingers and slowly massaged it. Vegeta's eyes rolled back in his head and a pleasure-induced whine passed his lips. Piccolo increased the speed of his caresses slightly, causing a huge shiver to rocket through The Prince's body. Piccolo felt Vegeta's intense shaking when his thighs tightened around his waist.
"I never knew Saiyan's tails were so sensitive." Piccolo drew out the last word. Simultaneously, he pressed his fingers harder into the little spot.
Vegeta's hips jerked forward and he leaned his head back against the wall, little sobs of pleasure falling from his lips as Piccolo assaulted his new found secret pleasure.
Piccolo chuckled at the Prince's current state.
There were beads of sweat on his brow and a dark blush on his face. His gloveless hands were digging little crescents into Piccolo's skin, his legs clenched tightly around Piccolo's waist, and his hips jerked forward ever so subtly with each appliance of pressure on his tail spot. Piccolo's grin widened as he saw the bulge in Vegeta's pajama pants.
Oh yes. This was something he was going to remember.
"If it weren't for the fact that it's so late, I'd have my way with you right now." Piccolo rumbled. He removed his hand from the spot and gently cupped Vegeta's groin, making Vegeta cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"Seems like I've found your weak spot." Piccolo purred, earning a weak smile from the vulnerable Saiyan.
"I guess… so…" Vegeta managed to wheeze out.
Piccolo chuckled and kissed the smaller man passionately before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him back to his bedroom.
Vegeta was asleep before Piccolo even tucked him in, so the Namek gently kissed his forehead and exited the room, chuckling about how furious the small Prince was going to be with him come tomorrow.
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A/N: Oh ho ho, Piccolo's so smart. I added Pota's bio to my LJ. Go read it. :) Click HOME on my profile to go there.