Chapter 9- The ape saiyan

"All right it's my turn to spar with him" I ignored him and continued throwing discs of ki at Gohan. He dodged all of them, but I was only half trying.

"Lessa! I said its my turn!" And then I felt firm arms wrap around my waist and drag me away, cutting of my ki supply.

"Alright, alright, keep your pants on will you" The arms released me and I shrugged, brushing of the dust and crushed rocks of my clothes.

I had given up watching them, not that I was ever really watching the fight anyway. All I was doing was admiring Piccolo's body. The training was the same boring stuff over and over, even if it did make us all stronger.

Watching guys shout and growl whilst attempting to kick or punch the living daylights out of each other was not my idea of fun. Even if occasionally they did try to burn each other with ki.

So what else was there to do? Examine the remnants of my clothes I guess.

I remembered cherry laughing at me the day I picked these. Usually I just wore whatever I found in the wardrobe I got given from cortex, but on that particular morning I decided I wanted to wear the outfit Nina had made for me when we had that Fantasy party. Never thought I would actually come to like it though.

It wasn't girly but it revealed more of my body than I was used to. Black knee high stockings where I usually wore tights and a bare bit of skin between the stockings and my black shorts. Thank god Nina wasn't the type of girl to like the color pink otherwise I would have burned the outfit by now. Then I had a sort of cross between a black overcoat and a dress covering most of my upper body. When I say most I mean there was a dip in the breast area and a lot of skin showing on my shoulders and arms.

And the last piece of the ensemble was some black leather gloves that practically molded to your skin when you put them on. Fingerless gloves I should add.

It made me look like a goth. No wonder cherry had laughed. He was used to seeing me in green. And it doesn't help when your skin tone is the same as a ghost's. Piccolo seemed to like it though. I pretended not to notice but it was obvious he had his eyes on me a lot of the time.

Ever since I had went further than I should have with explaining what sex was.

Thank god Gohan was here now, there was no chance of that happening.

I then heard a gasp, a blast of ki, and a smack as Gohan crashed to the floor clutching his burnt knee.

"No fair! You said you wouldn't use eye lasers Piccolo!"

"Stupid brat, you can't trust what your enemy says"

"But your not my enemy Piccolo"

"Yes I am. Now that's enough for training"

I sighed. Piccolo made a huge effort to distance himself from the kid, as if he didn't care. Yet he did, he cared for him a lot. Was it because he didn't want to show affection. He sure didn't show any to either of us if so. Maybe he was still trying to convince himself he was still gonna pull of that whole bad guy thing when the saiyans were gone. That he was gonna take over the world and all that bullshit.

Sure, I had only know him for just over half a year; but that guy had changed majorally over the time I'd known him. He was a bad guy reformed, I was sure of it.

Three people are sleeping undisturbed on the harsh tops of a mountain around the smoldering remnants of a campfire. Except one is moving, his dreams tormenting him. His eyes flicker rapidly before bursting open; but instead of the usual black pupil, a ferocious red has taking over.

The breeze carries a hidden message for the child's ears only. A recording played from the wreckage of a space pod. The instinct takes over and the boy bares fangs, scampering of into the darkness of the night.

Something was wrong. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and scanned the area around quickly. Lessa was still here, sleeping. Gohan... I couldn't find him.

"Lessa, wake up" I shook her desperately, I was worried about the kid. She groaned but seeing the look of panic in my face she nodded and flew of instantly. I went in the opposite direction. Between the two of us finding him shouldn't be too hard.

It was another five minutes before I heard a scream. A girl's scream.

"Lessa!" I followed the struggling ki, and came across the scene within seconds. Gohan was knocking Lessa about, but not in the way he would during training. He was relentless, animalistic even. It was then I noticed the blazing red pupil.

"Hey Piccolo, I found him" Lessa smiled weakly before coughing up blood. For some reason that filled me with anger. Gohan slammed a fist into Lessa's gut before tossing her aside and leaping away between the mountains.

"Christ Lessa, are you okay?" She slumped to the floor, blood dripping from her mouth and nose.

"That kid sure has got some power when he's angry huh" I used a finger to collect the blood pooling at her lips.

"Don't worry, I'll find him"

"Piccolo…look up" I lifted my eyes to the sky and was shocked by what I saw.

"But its.."

"A moon" She finished.

"I don't know how it got there but there's only one thing to do with it" I raised my arm, preparing to blast that fucking thing to hell; but a tug on my bicep stopped me.

"No..it's not real"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but it's a projection. Can't you see the paleness, its so pale its practically transparent" Come to think of it, it was too pale. The black space could be seen through it.

"Well it makes no difference, I'll find him and beat some sense into him" Lessa shifted onto her knees, before standing on shaking legs.

"Then I'll find the source of the projection. With it destroyed he should go back to normal"

"Are you sure your up to it?"

"It takes more than a beating to keep me down Piccolo" She winked before gathering her ki and flying south.

I wasn't exactly sure, but looking at the angle of the moon's position, the projecter had to be somewhere south.

And I was in luck. About 2 miles from where I left Piccolo, I spotted the wreckage of a space pod between two boulders. At first I thought it was Raditz's old pod, but then I realized that had been left elsewhere. It was almost identical though.

I wonder…perhaps this is the pod Goku arrived in all those years ago.

It sure was the source of the projection though. It looked like the door had been rammed open by an animal of sorts, causing a projection of the moon to be cast over the sky. This must have been the intention of the dreaded saiyan race for the baby kakarot. That secret weapon Raditz had talked so much about. It was horrifying. How they could do such things to a baby. Forcing them to change into such a horrible transformation. Maybe it was for the best that the race had only four surviving descendants.

So, if I just destroy the pod, the projection should go.

'You hope'

'Well it's the only idea I've got, although do feel free to jump in if you think you have a better one'

'Personally, you should be more concerned about Piccolo'

'Why?' A sense of foreboding filled the air like perfume, and then there was a massive roar. An all too familiar roar.

"Holy crap he's transformed"

There was a crack as the earth around me began to split, and then rocks came crashing down around me. Gohan was trashing the place like before, and that trashing was getting very close to me.

"Destroy the damn pod" I heard Piccolo yell from somewhere in front of me, before a boulder came rolling down the nearest mountain.

"I hate being rushed to do stuff" I muttered but I gathered the energy for white fire anyway. I had no view of where I was aiming, but wherever it was I hoped Piccolo had moved. My eyesight went a blinding white before my muscles ripped and the energy came spewing out.

As my whole world burned, there was a sudden impact into my back; my ribs snapping as I flew straight into a welcoming embrace of rock. Most likely curtsey of Gohan.

It was a lot later before my eyesight returned, and by then Piccolo had dealt with the unconscious Gohan and returned him to camp. By dealing with him, I meant he had ripped out his tail again which had mysteriously returned.

"Need a hand Lessa?" Piccolo had returned, and his concern was genuine as he walked over to me. I guess I probably looked like a right mess. Blood was in my hair and all over my face. I really should have been harder on Gohan in training, cause maybe then I would have been prepared to use my full power against him. Piccolos arms slid under my back and lifted me of the ground, pressing me into his warm chest.

I was too exhausted to fight the feelings I had for this creature. And I honestly hoped he wouldn't want to try anything, cause if he did…I'd cave in and cheat on Cherry. And I wasn't even ashamed to admit it. What kind of person was i.

"Lessa, just relax. I'll make sure you get better"

"Thanks Piccolo" I felt the comforting warmth of the campfire as Piccolo placed me down gently by it. I could hear Gohan's deep breathing from the other side.

Piccolo sat beside me, absentmindedly stroking my hair. I sunk into the hypnotic rhythm of his strokes, sort of wishing they were somewhere else. His hands were so soft, and yet strong in battle.

"You know, Gohan's going to be unconscious for a few hours. Nothings going to wake him"

"So?"

"We're alone"

"So we are" I felt his head dip in closer, his cheek brushing mine as his lips found my ear.

"I want to try the thing you call sex Lessa" His whisper made my heartbeat quicken instantly, and my lips parted slightly as I imagined him kissing them.

I must have closed my eyes to, cause he hesitated above me for a moment before pressing his mouth to mine.

I had never felt so high-strung in my life. It wasn't fireworks that was for sure, but there was a growing spark that got stronger with every second his lips moved with mine. We developed a pattern that was broke too soon.

"I don't know if Im strong enough to do this Piccolo" His eyes glittered like the stars.

"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it" I took a deep breath, this was really happening.

I looked like shit and he still wanted me. I would be his first to. No matter how drained I was, I was determined to make this a good experience for him. It was only fair.

So I put my hand where it felt best to him, alternating between soft strokes and hard ones before slipping my hands in the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and away from us.

"I thought you weren't strong enough to do this"

"I'm strong enough to undress you Piccolo" He was sprung the same as any human male would be, except green. And he was the biggest I had ever seen. Warm liquid pooled into my pants, a warm liquid that soon be all over the thing he called his strange part.

"May I undress you Lessa?" I was going to come right now if he didn't stop talking..

"Go ahead" He even took my clothes of with care, and as an added bonus, flicked his tongue over each bit of new skin exposed.

I pushed him of my naked body and almost tore of his top. Thank god he'd already removed the cape and his turban. He fell back and I took the opportunity to slide my own tongue down his chest before taking him in my mouth and sucking gently. He made a noise that almost sounded like purring.

"Goddamn Lessa, you make me feel so many things I've never felt before"

"Well when you live in solitude in a wasteland what do you expect" I had only taken my mouth away for two seconds before he leaped on me, forcing me to be the one on my back.

I felt fingers probing the wet slit that was dying to have him inside and his lips were back on mine again. I couldn't help moaning into his kiss as his fingers went inside.

On instinct I rubbed myself against his hand, pushing his fingers deeper inside.

And then the fingers were gone. He was still kissing me, but I tried to pull away. I wanted those fingers back.

He broke the kiss, propping himself just above me, his eyes burning into mine.

"I think I know what I need to do now Lessa" His hips shifted forward, and in just one stroke I accepted his strange part into me.

The stretching was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I knew it was too late to hold it back. He didn't last long either, his hips desperately grinding into mine as we both did the wrong thing.

Yet it felt so right.