**Chapter 7** Holy Cow! I hope some of you are excited for this chapter I am truly sorry im taking 80 years to update and I know some of you are gluttons for piccoloXOC fluff. (well some.. mary sue haters are lurking out there.. ahaha but whatev’s.)

So anyhow lets get back to the party.. in case anyone forgot Piccolo and Jadine had a little welcoming-home shin-dig.

Akira Toriyama owns DBZ (Jadine’s concept/design all that is totes mine.)

Side note: Yes, I sound like such a fangirl right now im sorry for this terrible intro its 1:46 in the morning and well..fanfiction time!

Jadine arched her back as Bulma zipped up Jadine’s dress.

“Ohh.. Jade! You look just fab!” Bulma erupted happily and slid her arms around Jadine’s slender neck.

Shifting uncomfortably against the fabric of the dress Jadine studied her new look. the contours of the dress delicately shaped her hips, wider than most women her age she turned around admiring her own back as it dipped forward and then back creating a perfect bubble that was her own back side.

Grinning Jadine turned once more noting the delicate way it boosted her cleavage and clung to every curve with great respect to her hour glass figure.

The dress itself was strapless, a fine satin Bulma had searched several cities to find, not to clash with her red hair the dress itself was a gentle shade of purple. Though in the sunlight or against any light there were hints of a deeper blue.

Her heels were tall, straps erotically placed on her foot, a t-shape that cut down and slid around the tips of her toes. Her toe nails were painted a sweet pink against the neutral black of the shoe. Her hair was done up, carefully curled so that no ringlet dare escape however her hair created a gentle tossled look almost Grecian.

“oh man…This dress is beautiful.” Jadine said breathlessly holding her stomach and cocking her head to the side.

“..its the woman.. that makes the dress.” Bulma grinned tilting Jadine’s head up with the tips of her fingers.

Kissing Jadine’s forehead, Bulma, who was also dressed lavishly but in a bold yellow dress made her way to the plane that would take her to Kami’s house.

“I feel a little over dressed..” Jadine mumbled to Puar who was within earshot.

Giggling the cat shook his head and squealed.

“You look gorgeous !”

Apart from the island was a newer manmade island specially designed by Bulma to be used as a stage, its setting was obviously for the party that was being played out,Chairs and tables for food and sitting, and a tiny disco just for the guests and namely the guest of honor.

Kami giggled with many of the newer girls that had been hired at Capsule Corp. Yamucha flexed for some of his own fan girls and Vegeta brooded in a corner with his newborn son Trunks.

Piccolo was no where to be found. Jadine furrowed her brow and turned away just in time to find Yamucha grinning at her.

Shuddering she made her way to the kitchen, a tiny bridge separated Kami’s island from the part so it wasn’t particularly a hassle to get from one side to the other.

As her heels irritating dug into the sand she finally reached Kami’s door turning it slightly.

“where do you think you’re going?” Came a voice and lifting her head up Jadine came face to face with her green bean.

“You’re late..” she mutted looking downwards shaking the sand from her heel.

Piccolo’s ear twitched and they both made their way towards the kitchen, just in time for Piccolo to catch Jadine in the kitchen light.

His eyes widened slightly, he hadn’t quite noticed the garment they had placed upon her, nor the time they took to meticulously paint her face but for a human she looked…

“..Pi..Piccolo?.. Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something wrong? Is there something in my teeth-wha?”

“you look uh….good.” he grunted nodding and gently patted her shoulder.

“Is that your attempt at a compliment?” she blurted, a smile creeping onto her face. Making her eyes sparkly softly in the light.

Piccolo felt his stomach lurch the way it never had before. It wasn’t a bad feeling and yet it almost made him sick. Nausea? Is this nausea?

“is what nausea?” Jadine answered, as she dug into the fridge.

“You know there’s food out there..” Piccolo teased avoiding her question.

“I am well aware but I just wanted a piece of cheese.. not an entre.” She bit into a slice and shook it in front of his face.

“This whole reading minds thing is freaking me out..”

“…that makes two of us..” Piccolo answered, trying not to smirk at her.

“do Namekians bond?”

“how the hell am I supposed to know? I thought we were asexual.”

“clearly….” She grinned a toothy-cheesy grin. “not all the time..”

“Clearly..” his ear twitched, a commotion was headed their way.

“Piccolo..” she mumbled playing with the rest of her cheese in her hand.

“hn?” he answered, softer this time grinning at how clearly unisexual she was trying to be and yet the innocence in her voice couldn’t help but tug him in.

“Do you think that We could dance tonight? Even if its just once?”

Piccolo tilted his head, she avoided his eye contact and had been thinking about this more than she had let on.

“…I guess..” he smiled this time, and stepped towards her.

As cheesy as I feel right now…I’ve always wanted to. She mused and held onto Piccolo’s arms as they meandered there way back to the party.

At night.

“Piccolo…” Kami’s voice echoed even as the namekian meditated next to a sleeping Jadine.

Piccolo growled softly.

“Piccolo! I have exciting news! Hah.. maybe even for your little girlfriend over there.”

Piccolo’s eye twitched and even in his meditation he could see Kami clear as day.

“What is it old man?”

“Piccolo this is astounding, amazing! Why a human and a namekian! Biologically I never knew it possible! This could bring great change! Restoring our race why you are a genius! You two have clearly connected on a superior level of intelligence and you two are even beginning to sense when one another is in trouble. I,am,absolutely astounded!” Kami yelled breathlessly though Piccolo could hear him just as clearly.

“what are you going on about?” Piccolo knew already, but having Kami explained it seemed more logical than admitting that he had fallen for a human.

Kami looked ages younger, he paced Piccolo’s mind before he haulted and gasped.

“Piccolo I must ask of you a great thing..a great great thing that would bring a great edge to your training..”

“and that is? What?”

“It involves Jadine..”
“what? No! absolutely not..”
“and if I said it would please her greatly?”

Piccolo growled.

“Piccolo…piccolo have you ever given a thought to pleasuring this woman when you are away? The biggest sex organ in the human body…. Rests in her pretty little head. Don’t you get it? What if you meditated in a sexual state with her? You would be training yourself while pleasing her. Its brilliant! Its resistance, endurance oh the possibilities are endless…”

“Do you just sit around and think of this?” Piccolo crossed his arms shaking his head. “How do you know this? This is a bit perverse.”

“Piccolo…. Piccolo would you do anything to make this woman happy..”

Piccolo shifted.

Kami grinned and replied in Piccolo’s voice. “Yes..”

“Piccolo, hear me out…while you are away..connect with her… and share that love. That bond and make …well..love to her.”

“You are sick little old man..”

“try it out..you’ll thank me…” Kami echoed one last time and disappeared.

Left alone with his thoughts the great former namek king stared at Jadine’s slumbering boddess.

“could I..?”