Uncharted Waters

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CHAPTER VI:

The shopping center was packed full with holiday shoppers. Gray slush slipped underfoot of those who wunfounfortunate enough to have had to park in b.f.e. They made their perilous journey across the parking lot, dodging cars and patches of ice, to the gilded doors that were so close yet so far away. By the time they reached the entrance, many were out of breath and most were red-faced from the wind biting at their skin. Still others chose to stay in their vehicles, mindlessly circling, hopeful that a space would soon open up. Those leaving the mall not only had to face the sludge and cars, but they had to do so with their arms filled with bags and packages. And woe to those with children, as they seemed to take every advantage of making their parents’ journey that much more difficult. They darted in front of traffic, slipped on the ice and cried, dug their heels in the ground refusing to move, screaming at the top of their lungs that they wanted to go home. And the children made it even worse.

The madness from the parking lot multiplied as it swept in through the doors. Timid housewives turned into ravenous beasts as they pummeled each other for the last of the latest fad toy. This year it was Pull My Finger Elmo complete with sound effects, jiggle rear motor, and bean burrito, wet nap, and mini can of Lysol side accessories. And this year, like every other, there was only one left. Currently, five women were cat-fighting for the toy tooth and claw.

On the other side of the store, young teens blushed and held hands, chatting in groups in the most inconvenient places. A few of them tried to swipe objects on a dare or to impress a girlfriend, oblivious to the security cameras and guards who monitored their every move.

Husbands milled around aimlessly, looking lost as they fruitlessly tried to find an escape. They gazed out the window in desperation to where freedom lay in the form of the mini-van parked in a distant world outside.

Children ran wild underfoot: they screamed, cried, and shouted causing anyone near them to go temporarily insane. They climbed on sale platforms, poking holes in packages and throwing merchandise on the floor. The new brof Kof Kleenex was apparently in the form of cashmere as several children blew their noses on the new—and extremely expensive—brand-name sweaters. They earned many a venomous look from the employees, who cursed their parents to the lowest bowels of hell for leaving their spawn unattended.

Older people seemed to spring from nowhere in front of busy consumers, walking painfully slowly, disregarding everyone around them. Muttering to themselves about exp expensive everything was or wondering where they were entirely, they shuffled their feet at a mind-numbing pace, causing even the most serene to fly into a homicidal rage.

‘You just had to get new jeans.’

Vegeta shot his mate a nasty look.

‘It’s your fault we’re here!’ He crossed his arms as they made their way down one of the walk-ways, he threatened to kick the old woman in front of him she was walking so slow, but decided better on it, ‘You keep ripping them up! If you’d just take the time to actually unbutton them, we wouldn’t be here now... fucking hag, move damn it!’

Piccolo flashed him a grin, ‘You weren’t complaining at the time... Go ahead. Kick her. I dare you.’

‘No, I wasn’t,’ Vegeta sent, smirking at the memory.

The elderly woman abruptly turned down another path, clutching her purse tightly as she noticed the prince and his companion behind her. With their keen sense of hearing they heard her muttering on about ‘hooligans’.

Vegeta let out a sigh of rf, “f, “Finally.” Mentally, he continued his conversation with the tall man next to him. ‘Anyway, you had your fun, and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.’

Piccolo frowned, ‘Why won’t you just let me create some more for you?’

“Because you’re impatient, and you tend to fuck up the clothes.”

Piccolo rolled his eyes. ‘I am not impatient, you’re just too damn picky.’ The voice in Vegeta’s mind grew mocking ‘No, I don’t like this color. This is too little, this one doesn’t allow me enough movement, this one is too clingy, this one doesn’t cover enough.’ WellWell, excuse me if I don’t like running around with my ass hanging out--’

‘It’s such a nice ass though.’

‘Not when it has ‘Property of Piccolo’ stamped across the back of it!’

The Namek grinned despite himself. ‘Well, you were being difficult. Besides I thought yookeooked cute in that school girl outfit”

A shade of pink crept over thence’nce’s cheeks, ‘That was NOT funny. And that is precisely why I won’t let you create any of my wardrobe ever again.’

‘Oh, it was only that one time. Man, you can’t take a joke.’

‘Yes, actually, I can. Speaking of which, what ever happened to that cape of yours?’

‘Bastard!’

Vegeta chuckled out loud; it was a fond memory. Needless to say, after the prince was through, his mate never wore the cape and turban again. But that was another story.

The Saiyan thought his mate looked much better now in his more casual clothing anyway. The Namek was currently sporting dark jeans, a long-sleeved form-fitting white turtleneck and a long black trench coat, set off with a black beret. Unfortunately the site of pointy ears alone caused many to remember the Namek’s father and his own early reign. Too many shouts of “The Demon Lord has returned, run for your lives!!” Vegeta often teased the green man about it, but was secretly pleased nonetheless. He loved his mate, nefarious past and all.

Finally, they reached the men’s department, which was ironically filled with nothing but women.
Using their knowledge of the martial arts, they twisted and spun around the belligerent females arriving miraculously unscathed to the section for which they were looking.

Quick as lightning, Vegeta thumbed through the piles of jeans until he found his size. He pulled four of them loose and tucked them under his arm. He was about to signal to his companion that he was ready to go when he felt a familiar ki. Apparently, Piccolo felt it too as he was all ready looking in the direction of the newcomer.

Balancing a screaming and squirming Pan in one arm and holding several packages in the other, Gohan was not having as much success in dodging the on-coming flow of shoppers as the older and more wiser men had. Videl seemed to be a mile ahead of them as she darted from rack to rack pushing other women out of her way. On her part, she didn’t seem to pleased to be there either, judging from the look of frustration on her face.

Gohan didn’t take notice of the two other warriors and was understandably startled when a deep voice spoke up right behind him.

“Need some help there, kid?”

The young man craned his neck around just as Pan ceased her screaming and abruptly held her arms out, “Piccolo!”

Gohan nearly wept for joy as the five-year-old was taken out of his aching arms. Ignoring his student, the Namek regarded the girl in his arms with a raised brow.

“What were you screaming about, hmm? You nearly made my head explode with all of that howling.”

With a bottom lip stuck out she crossed her arms, “Daddy wouldn’t put me down.”

“I don’t blame him. Someone might want to steal you,” he said with a grin, bouncing her in his arms, “not knowing how rotten you really are.”

She giggled and let out a squeal as she was swung on the Namek’s shoulders. Grabbing the collar of his coat she steered him with her feet to wherever her little heart wanted. Piccolo humored her for a few minutes then took her back to her father who was currently talking to Vegeta.

“... I really mean it, I don’t know what you did, but whatever it was, it worked. Ever since he came back home, he’s been spending all of his time with Goten. He even got him to come over to our place for dinner last night.” He smiled hopefully. “He’s also come by himself several times to play with Pan, and last week, he took me fishing just like when I was a kid. It was great.”

The prince nodded, “Your father has good intentions, he just needed some...persuasion.” He paused. “How’s your brother? Trunks says he’s still really depressed.”

Gohan nodded gravely. “Yeah, though, I think Dad being home now is helping. As you know, Trunks is over a lot, so he’s got a good support system now,” he paused, a pensive aspect to his features. “I just think it’s going to take some more time.”

There was a silent exchange between the Namek and the Saiyan prince as the green man took the jeans from his mate’s arms and leaned down so that the older man could take Pan from his shoulders. Vegeta easily plucked the girl up and carried her on his hip walking away towards the children’s section. She amused herself by trying to flatten his hair down and tittered when it sprung up between her fingers.

Piccolo watched their retreating forms then looked upon the demi-Saiyan with a keen eye.
“How are you holding up?”

With a sad smile, he shrugged, “Oh, okay, I guess…I.” He struggled to find the words, “I really miss her, though. And Pan will never really get to know what a great woman she was.” He chewed on his bottom lip, fighting a flood of emotions. With a swipe of the back of his , he, he caught a renegade tear before it could travel down his cheek.

Gracing him with a kind smile, the Namek rested a hand on his shoulder giving it an affectionate squeeze. To the best of his abilities, he comforted his once-student. After a few moments, Gohan scraped up his pride by changing the subject.

“Oh, Videl’s father is considering starring in a movie, have you heard about it? It’s sorta like a documentary of his life. It’s for the Biography channel.”

Piccolo rolled his eyes. “Yes I’ve heard. I understand they’ll be showing shotom tom that ridiculous Cell movie they made; the one they played at the tournament.”

“Yeah, you know they made a sequel to that?”

“What? You’re joking. How in the hell could they make a sequel? Cell’s dead.”

“I know, but apparently the first one was so popular they made an expansion.” He grinned wryly, “You know, to show the rest of the battle the public didn’t see.”

“A total load of shit, I take it?”

“Of course,” Gohan confirmed, “Though I think the budget wasn’t as big for this one, they didn’t have all of the same actors. For instance, did you know you have an Irish accent?”

“Lovely,” he sneered, “it’s nice to know I’m so cultured. Was I swinging around a whisky bottle as well, or where they trying to be p.c.?”

“Hey” Gohan chuckled, putting his hands up defensively, “at least you had a male actor, I think a girl was doing my voice.”

The Namek shook his head in disgust, “How can you stand having that man for a father-in-law?”

The Demi-Saiyan shrugged, and then looked in the direction of his wife who was making her way towards them with had two small bags hanging off of her wrist.

“He’s annoying, I admit, but putting up with him is more than worth it, if you get my drift,” he said nodding in her direction.

“Yeah, I do kid,” the Namek replied with a slight smile, pleased his student had found happiness in life.

When Videl finally reached them she was panting.
“Oomph, I’m beat. I don’t know what’s wrong with people at this time of year, you have no idea what I had to go through to get your brother’s gift,” she said motioning to her bags. “Next time, I’ll hold Pan and you do the shopping…where is Pan, anyway?”
Justn thn the Prince appeared around the corner, Pan balanced on his hip as before, but this time she was clutching a ugly red stuffed animal to her chest grinning ear to ear.
“Where did you find that?!” The young woman gasped in surprise, looking in astonishment at the Pull My Finger Elmo doll clasped tightly in her daughters hands. “There aren’t any left in the entire county! I know. I’ve been looking for the past two weeks.”

The prince shrugged nonchalantly, “I have my ways.”

‘Yeah, }! ]t! You didn’t cause a scene did you?’

‘You underestimate me, love. I’ll get you back for that later... Let’s just say there are some very disoriented women on the other side of the store right now.’
ccolccolo was about to send a nasty comment when Vegeta handed over his charge to her mother.
Pan proudly waved the doll in her mother’s face, “Mommy, see what ‘Geta buyed for me?”

Dark blue eyes settled on the prince in amazement, “You really didn’t have to—” However she was silenced by a sharp look from the small-statured warrior, “Um, well,” she fumbled, “Thank you.”

“Well,” Gohan said to break the uncomfortable moment, “would you like to eat lunch with us? We were wanting to try out the new Italian restaurant that just opened up on the other side of the center.”
“Yeah, sure,” answered the prince, earning a surprised look from his mate. The Saiyan had wanted nothing more than to leave the building earlier. Piccolo narrowed his eyes a bit, but the smallest of smiles quirked his features, his lover had something up his sleeve. He reached into the prince’s mind to find out what it was but found it oddly blocked off to him. Vegeta noticed the intrusion and flashed him a wicked grin. The exchanged happened so quickly that neither Gohan nor his wife picked up on it.

They left that particular store, the prince staying behind to make his purchases saying he would catch up with them in a few minutes.

After a short walk, they reached the new establishment. Obviously, it was very popular, judging from the double line that was pouring out the front doors. Videl eyed it with dismay; she looked at her husband and asked if they should try the other Italian place on the opposite side of the mall. He agreed they should look, but since the mall was so busy most of the restaurants would be crowded anyway. Piccolo instantly volunteered to check it and see, he hated crowds with a passion, and couldn’t stand the thought of standing in line with a bunch of nattering strangers for an hour. So he turned, leaving Gohan’s family to hold a place in line. He took his time getting to the other wing where the smaller and older restaurant was located. However, he didn’t have to get too close to notice that this, like the other, also had a massive line. The Namek deviated from his intended path back towards the other side of the center. However, when he passed one of the many ‘employees only’ utility closets, a hand jolted out, snatched his wrist and yanked him inside shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Vegeta!”

A hand clamped over his mouth, silencing him.

“Quiet!” hissed the Saiyan. His hand left the Namek’s mouth to busy itself with its partner on
divesting the Namek of his coat.

‘What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea how many people are out there?!’

He received no answer; instead, he was pulled down by the front of his shirt, his beret knocked to the floor by the aggressive motion. He was about to complain when insistent lips covered his own. A devilish tongue swept his bottom lip, teeth nipping, tugging until the Namek relented with a moan and opened his mouth allowing entry, sucking his mate’s tongue in further. He deepened the kiss and gasped in the Saiyan’s mouth when the spiky-haired man traced one of his antennae with questing fingertips. Hands swiftly found their way inside the prince’s jacket caressing sculpted sides and back, kneading and finally pulling so that their bodies rubbed against each other. The shorter man had other ideas, however, and pulled away.

A look of desire was apparent on his face as he studied the younger man. He had left his lover panting and disheveled. Already, he could smell the beginnings of arousal in the air. His eyes hardened,

“On your knees.”

Piccolo’s cock stirred to attention, his heart beating quicker in anticipation. Licking his bottom lip as if he could still taste the Saiyan, he replied, “No”

The Namek yelped when his antennae were squeezed none to gently between the Saiyan’s forefinger and thumb, “Insolent.” The elite’s eyes narrowed. “I said,” he applied even more pressure with each passing word, “on...your...knees.”

Slowly, the green man knelt before the prince. His features were screwed in mild pain but his mate released him once his knees hit the floor.

“That’s better.” There was a faint sound of a zipper and rusof fof fabric. He caressed his lover’s cheek with the back of his hand, trailing his fingers over the chiseled features of his face. “Now,” he said as he lightly ran his fingers back over his antennae either to cause pleasure or pain, “open your mouth.”

This time, he did not disobey the command and tentatively did as he was told. He heard a low chuckle from above him, “Such a good boy,” and then the tip of his lover’s shaft was pressed into his mouth. The green warrior’s eyes nearly rolled as the first drop of moisture hit his tongue. The taste was intoxicating, greedily he clutched at the Saiyan’s hips attempting to drive him further into his mouth.

“No,” Vegeta said sharply as he wrenched himself back. His austere unflinching gaze never left the other man’s but his lips did twist into a cruel smile. “What made you think you had any say in this?” the tone was light despite the hard demeanor. “You do nothing, say nothing, unless you are told so, do you understand?”

A small nod.

“Excellent.” He paused. “Now, hands behind your back.”

The Namek complied, crossing his wrists behind him. He was rewarded for his acquiescence when the prince entered his mouth again this time driving in deeper. Learning from his mistakes, he kept still until his lover finally commanded him to continue.

Slowly, he worked his lips around the thick member, letting his tongue trace over each vein, coaxing a heightening blood flow. Sucking lightly, eliciting a moan from his lover, he grazed his teeth along the length. The prince shivered, but stood his ground unmoving. The Namek increased the suction, bobbing his head only slightly and finally twisted his tongue and lips around the thick shaft. Vegeta groaned, he simply could not stand still any longer and finally began to thrust into those pliant lips that were slowly driving him insane. The pleasure was intense; the ecstasy, the control, it was euphoric. It had taken them five years to get to this point. His lover had a brutal past when it came to this sort of thing. Buowlyowly they had worked through it and while he understandably hated to be bound, the younger man could submit. And from the smell of it, he was enjoying it immensely. The tall warrior took pleasure in it; the humiliation, the battle of wills...utterly servile, the Namek was close to coming in his pants. The spiky-haired man inhaled the scent; it was so heavy he could literally taste it. Growling, he thrust his hips in further, eyes glazing in lust.

It took all of Piccolo’s will power not to reach out and touch his mate. He knew the prince would pull away if he did, so he focused all of his energy in devouring the engorged member in his mouth. Ragged breathing and mild curses broke above him; still, he continued his assault, trying his best to ignore his own throbbing trapped erection. Vegeta wasn’t helping matters by teasing the sensitive appendages on his forehead. Blood hammered in his ears; he knew his mate was up to something, but gods, he ’t k’t know it was this. He loved this game, even more so because it was in a public place. He knew at any given moment, a mall employee could unlock that door and find them. The danger of discovery mixed with the humiliation of being on his knees was almost enough to send him over the edge. With a new fervor, he threw himself into his task.

“Gods! You do that so well,” a hitch in breathing followed by a deep thrust, Piccolo easily opened his throat to accommodate the propulsion. “Do it...touch me...”

Needing no further urging, the Namek’s hands grabbed the denim-clad ass ready to tear the material clean from its owner.

‘Don’t even think about it! Just...’ The thought broke off to be replaced with a multitude of sensations.

Groaning at the mental on-slaught, he opted for yanking the offending garment down around the Saiyan’s knees. His hand snaked up to tease the scar at the base of the prince’s spine while he removed his mouth.

“Don’t sto—”

The command was halted when the Namek nuzzled the erected member then lapped at his mate’s scrotum that was already drawn up. Stifling a scream, the prince bit his lip nearly drawing blood. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer; he didn’t want to.

“Finish it, now!” he commanded in a desperate tone.

The green warrior complied by swallowing him whole, working his throat around the pulsing shaft and pressing hard on the Saiyan’s tail spot. Lights seemed to explode, even though the room remained pitch black, and with a gasp and shudder, he came violently down his companion’s throat. Piccolo swallowed, sucking out every last drop.

The prince didn’t take much time to recover, hurriedly he pulled up and re-did his pants and joined his mate on the floor caressing the bulging erection tented in the warriors jeans. “You want to come, don’t you?”

The Namek nodded frantically.

“It wouldn’t take much,” he said with a dark chuckle “A few strokes or one hard suck and you’d be coming fountains...perhaps I should take mercy on you, you did so well after all.” He unfastened and unzipped the tight jeans and buried his hand under the fabric beneath. Pushing the Namek back so that he sat on his rear, he positioned himself between his legs, pulling the clothing down farther. Firmly he wrapped his hand around the emerald erection. Piccolo’s eyes fluttered, he was so close, just a few tugs and he’d be there. One stroke, two stroke, he could feel it building in him, coiling, just one more time, just one. “Then again,” his eyes flew open when he felt something snap around the base of his cock and wrap around the back of his testicles, drawing his balls back down, “you did leave me hanging that one time.” A wicked grin. “That was very, very rude. I think you need a lesson in hospitality.”

“NO, don’t... what?” Piccolo’s mind was reeling, what in the fuck had his mate put on him?

“Shh... There are people outside, you said so yourself.”

“But..” he paused, ‘What in the fuck is that!’ he groaned trying fruitlessly to thrust forward, it was a few bands of leather with a bunch of snaps. He could easily break it off, and was about to do just that, when a reprimanding tone cut through his senses.

‘You will not touch that.’ The voice explained, ‘That, my love, is a little contraption I just picked up at one of the shops here. It will keep you in your current state for as long as I deem necessary.’

‘Youn din dirty perv! This isn’t fair!’

‘Oh, but it is. You left me in this state, and now it’s your turn. That will stay on you untouched until I say otherwise, if you so much as think of taking it off, you’ll be in a world of hurt.’

Piccolo whimpered and then growled, ‘Are you talking about two months ago? Shit, but do you hold a grudge...’ his tone turned pleading ‘Vegeta..please..gods.’

“Nope’ he said out loud, “Now you had better hurry and get your clothes back on, Gohan and his brood are going to wonder where we got to. Oh, and” he commented with a smirk, “I’d magic those jeans to be a bit looser if I were you, it’s not going to be pleasant trying to hide this.” He trailed a finger quickly over the tip, causing the Namek to cry out softly.

Piccolo hissed at him cursing him mentally along the way but did as he was told. He ached terribly, he didn’t know how he was going to manage this. Easily, so easily he could break the restraints, all he had to do was flex his muscles.

‘Think of this as a lesson in will power.’

‘Fuck you, crotch monkey.’

The prince raised a brow, ‘Not if you don’t play nice, remember, I decide when you take that thing off.\'

Piccolo shot him a thunderous look.

Vegeta countered with a sweet smile and threw his trench coat and beret at him. The Namek caught it and shrugged them on, thankful he had thought to bring the long coat, at least it would hide the evidence. He swore on all that was holy that he’d get the little imp back for this.

Said imp opened and left the cramped closet just as the tall warrior had stood up, brushing the dirt from his knees. Trying his best to keep his mind off of his shrieking manhood he followed shortly after.

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Poor Piccolo, *evil snicker* But it does play for some lovely imagry does it not? Trust me folks, this is nothing, it gets kinkier on down the line. Read diclaimer on chapter one for the full warning.

This chapter was a BITCH to write. It has gone over several revisions, and I swear I\'m not changing it again! That said, I\'m hoping to have this caught up within a few weeks, with one update weekly. Thanks to all of you readers!