Note: Hey, I'm really happy with the part! A real rarity! (bet that none of you like it now * g *) Nobody complained about the thank you ^ - ^. Are my comments still needed? What do you actually mean? And by the way: Do any of you know a free or cheap website provider? I'm now 25 through (no kidding!), But none of them was the real one ..


What the heck, now have a good time! (funny, nobody recommends this one .. hihi ... I just think it's funny * g * I'm crazy, I know ...)




His fingers brushed his chest, touching every tiny spot on his body. Their lips came closer until the Saiyan gave himself a jerk and kissed him tenderly. A hot love game broke out. Willingly his partner opened his mouth and an exciting tongue game began. They sank onto the bed, still kissing. "I never knew how beautiful you were ...", the man whispered under Vegeta."Sh ... enjoy it ..." He explored the green body with his lips, stroking his nipples gently before licking them timidly. A slight gasp came as a reward. The kisses traveled deeper ...




He woke up drenched in sweat. "No .. it can't be that I ..." He swallowed. "Why ... am I dreaming such crap?"


He got up carefully so as not to wake his girlfriend. He had returned home shortly after his conversation with Popo. He did not get answers without being asked annoying counter questions. And he couldn't train either, so what was he supposed to do there? However, the Piccolo thing never let go of him. What kind of experiment was Popo talking about? The prince quietly left the room, walked a few doors further and entered one of his private rooms.


He was worried about Piccolo. "Why the hell? He's just a green wimp!" He hissed into the darkness. He hated him. But why did it hurt when he heard from Popo that the Namek didn't want anything to do with him?Why did he dream of a night of love with him?


"I must have been nuts ... Maybe I've been training too much lately ...", he muttered to his counterpart. He was still standing in the dark in front of a mirror. When he thought about his dream again, a question came to mind. Why had he never married Bulma? At first they got - more accidentally - trunks, later also bra. And yet it never crossed his mind to marry Bulma. He was also surprised that she had never asked for it. Trunks and Bra didn't even know they were illegitimate children.


He looked himself in the eye through the mirror, thinking about his dream again. Vegeta cursed himself for dreaming something like that, but at the same time he found the idea of ​​Piccolo touched extremely arousing.


His eyes glanced at the window, stared into the dark night. "I must have been really freaked out ..." he muttered before hastily getting dressed, leaving the capsule coperation and flying into the black sky.



He crossed the palace like a cat on velvet paws. When he arrived at his destination, he took a deep breath. "I'm crazy, I'm crazy ..." he kept saying to himself. Vegeta slowly opened the door.


The tall figure on the bed squirmed back and forth. "Probably fever again ..." Nervous until he touches his lower lip. The Saiyan didn't know why he was here. Suddenly he had the urge to see Piccolo.


His hand trembled and found its way to his cheek. Carefully he stroked it. "Hmm ... he's warm ..." He felt his forehead. "Just a slight fever ... hm ..."


The Namek's mouth was slightly open to make it easier for him to breathe. Vegeta stared at her for a long, very long time. His dream ... he liked Piccolo's lips very much. So soft ... Bulmas were always full of lipstick, he didn't like the taste.


His mind finally left him in the lurch. He leaned down to the sleeping person.His lips closed piccolos. A satisfied sigh escaped him, at least he could still rely on his feeling. But he wanted more. So he kissed him more urgently, more demanding.


The devil opened his eyes. And pushed Vegeta away. "What are you doing here?" He growled and sat up. The prince came around halfway. “What I'm doing here is none of your business!” “Oh yes, that's my business. As perverted as you are!” Vegeta stared angrily at the floor. "GET OUT!" He heard the Namekian's loud voice.


"What kind of experiment did you take part in?" He asked after a while. "WHAT ?!" "Popo said you took part in an experiment. I had to help YOU several times, so I can at least find out the reason." "Why should I tell you? You are only interested in your things and yours Person. And maybe your daughter. But that's about it. "" I wish it were, "Vegeta replied quietly, still staring at the floor, her hands clenched into fists. "How?"" I wish I wouldn't get interested in someone I really don't care about. I DO NOT WANT THAT! "His gold - yellow aura enveloped him and he stared at Piccolo with eyes filled with hatred and pain at the same time." I WANT IT TO DISAPPEAR! "he yelled at him and struck. The devil was not prepared for it and was thrown against the wall." Are you completely crazy now? "" I WANT THIS FEELING TO DISAPPEAR! I DON'T NEED IT, DON'T WANT IT! "Vegeta rushed to him. Piccolo was able to avoid it just in time. The wall was now adorned with a huge hole." VEGETA COME TO YOU! "He called out to him when he noticed that Vegeta was out of his mind. But he didn't hear him. He kept attacking him until he had pushed him into a corner. He gathered all his strength into the next blow. "VEGEA!"


He stopped just before his face. After a few moments, sank to the floor.


"I ... don't want that ..." he sobbed."Vegeta ..." "I ... don't want ... I don't want ... that it's true ... I want ... I don't ... love ..."