How Piccolo Got His Groove Back...: How Piccolo Got His Groove Back...

The noon day sun glared down upon the dusty country side as a light breeze shifted through the wind worn crannies of a forest of stone. A weathered monolith towered above the rockscape as silent witness to wind and time . A small shadow flickered atop this giant natural spire. Piccolo sat with his legs and arms crossed, levitating just above the heated surface of the bare stone. The Namek eyes were closed. His white cloak danced quietly in the breeze. All was calm.

Piccolo's eyes shot open, his concentration unleashed. The earth beneath him began to rumble. A shuddering grind of stone resonated in the hot air. Dust and debris rose from the ground far below. Piccolo curled his lip with effort, flashing his fangs. He remained in his seated position, sweat beading on his forehead. His mouth gaped as he let lose a throaty cry. Just then the monolith beneath him cracked. Torn asunder, the huge slabs of rock fell and crashed. Another spire of rock cracked, then another. Piccolo watched in satisfaction as the scene before him grew more chaotic. Dust rose thickly, enveloping him. Still he sat,  legs and arms crossed.

It took a while before everything settled. Piccolo closed his eyes breifly and smiled to himself. He came out of his sitting position and stood poised in the air. He looked down at the huge tear in the earth he had created.
" Not bad," he commented, with a smug grin.
The Namek warrior flew away from the wounded earth bearing towards the setting sun.

He found himself over the lush green canopy of a dense rain forest. He paused in flight and looked down upon the vast expanse of green countryside. He had not strayed in to this region before. His training had consumed him for some time now.  A flock of colorful birds passed beneath him squawking as they went. The humid air radiated up to him thickly. It was moist with the sweet smell of jungle orchids. The smell of the moist earth was alluring. Piccolo decided to explore this mysterious place. He descended through a light mist in to the twisted canopy and touched down on the dew covered forest floor. He looked up and around at the concoction of life. He grinned, discovering that his own green flesh blended with the verdant surroundings. He then floated up in to the large branches of an ancient moss covered tree.

" Perhaps Kami was right," he muttered, perched in the tree. He levitated from branch to branch observing the strange things he found. The odd animals and plants were worth his inspection.
As his explorations wore on the day began to dim. Piccolo leapt from one tree to the next and he soon found himself on the edge of a clearing. A wide and shallow river parted the jungle. It's clear flowing waters were teaming with various fish. The Namek warrior descended from this perch and walked up to the sandy shore. Upon his arrival to the shore a group of large reptiles slithered in to the pristine waters and swam away. He knelt down, regarding the land. He reached up and pulled off the turban on his head. His antennas perked up whimsicaly as he cupped a handful of the clear water and brought it to his face.

 He drank for a moment than splashed the rest on his face and neck. As the Namek stood a swift wind rattled the leavy canopy. Just then thunder pealed in the distance. He hadn't been able to see the darkening clouds through out the afternoon. The thick canopy had covered his head for much of the day. He looked up, catching an intense beam of light from the setting sun just before it was swallowed by rolling thunder clouds. It was then the onslaught began. Rain tumbled from the sky in huge warm droplets, soon becoming a gray sheet of wet. Piccolo squinted through the falling rain and retreated in to the forest were the rain was less of a torrent.

The warm, soothing rain ran in rivulets over his face. He closed his eyes for a moment to relish the sensation. A sharp crack of thunder reverberated through out the forest. Piccolo was thoroughly soaked by the deluge when he decided to take cover. Yet, he wasn't about to leave this lush scape. He kept to the forest floor and wound his way around the base of a massive tree strewn with thick vines and gnarled roots. A dark spot at the threes base caught his attention. He moved closer and noted a small alcove. He crept closer cautiously letting his eyes focus to the dark. With in the tree was a tiny area just big enough form him to be seated with in. Piccolo reclined in to a seated position, finding the spot an ideal place to meditate. He crossed his legs and arms, setting his turban aside. He closed his eyes and listened to the roar of the rain disturbing the canopy above. The Namek warrior took a deep breathe then cleared his mind.

As he slowly focused on nothing, he slipped in to a state of calm. The sounds of the forest muted out softly and a soothing warmth spread through his body. The dark abyss of meditation had no form no depth. It was nothing. Yet, something seemed to take shape before his spiritual eye. It seemed like a sliver of light. Then a second appeared. A pair of eyes! Piccolo grimaced to himself, concentrating more on clearing thoughts. Yet, the eyes remained glowing gold.
" Your spirit pleases me."
Piccolo's eyes shot open with alarm at the sound of a female voice. When he opened his eyes, however, he did not find himself sitting at the base of a tree in the rain forest. His surroundings were black and formless. He was floating in an abyssal void.
Piccolo sneered angrily. " Who speaks? Show yourself!"
" Your spirit pleases me." Replied the sensuous female voice. The eerie golden eyes remained the only thing to be seen in the dark void. Piccolo clenched his fists, feeling trapped.

" What is this place?!" he demanded.
" Did you not summon me?" inquired the voice.
" I summoned no one!" Piccolo snarled. " What do you want?"
" Your spirit pleases me," replied the glowing eyes."It drew me to you."
" Enough!" he bellowed. The Namek lifted his palm towards the glowing pair of eyes. As he summoned the energy to emit the power blast the voice spoke to him. " You wish me harm?"
" You don't answer my questions!" he retorted angrily. The power blast tore brightly through the blackness and met it's target with an awesome explosion. Piccolo squinted and waited. He gasped to see the pair of eyes remained.

 " Such corporeal attacks do not effect me. Do not be frightened. I sense compassion with in your spirit. It pleases me."

Piccolo was silent unsure of how to respond.
The voice echoed softly in the darkness. " It pleases me, me...me... "  The golden eye slits suddenly closed, and all was black. Piccolo's heart was racing. Of a sudden he felt a surge of warmth pass over him. He winced, thinking it an attack by the strange being. Yet, it seemed merely to subdue him than injure him. He felt his muscles relax, his expression calmed. He felt as if he were being drugged. " You please me," breathed the voice. Piccolo then felt warm hands press against his face. He tried to draw away as the form of a naked human woman appeared. Her bare curvaceous contours glowed dimly as her body went from a vaporous cloud to a solid form. Slender elfish ears poked out from her crown of firery red hair. Her almond shaped eyes were jewel like, faceted, glowing dimly along with her smooth reddish gold skin.

Piccolo blinked unable to resist the urge to touch this exquisite creature. She smiled and brought her face close to his. So close he could feel her breathe. She smelled like the forest orchids and earth...natural, calming. He stared in to her glowing unblinking gold eyes.

" Your spirit is strong. It has summoned me." Their lips met and from that gentle touch Piccolo felt an electrifying sensation run down the back of neck to the small of his back. His antennas twitched slightly as a result. The tender kiss seemed to last forever. What is happening? What is she? Piccolo tried to push away, but his arms did not respond. Her hands pressed against his chest and began to caress him. She slide off his cloak and parted his gi finding the warm flesh beneath. She moved her lips to his neck. Vexing waves of pleasure seemed to radiate from every caress. Unable to resist any further, Piccolo then wrapped his powerful arms around the woman's slender shoulders burying his fingers in her luxurious crimson hair. She ran her fingers up and down his back moaning in pleasure. Her voice echoed in his mind, and in the darkness that surrounded them. She spoke to his mind. I will please you.

Piccolo's remaining clothes melted away from him. Her smooth bare bosom pressed warmly against him. His mouth parted with quickening breathes. He grabbed a handful of her thick hair and pulled her head back exposing the feminine curves of her neck. He leaned close and kissed her, taking her ruddy sweet tasting flesh in to his eager mouth. She pressed close inviting the touch. He then opened his mouth against her skin letting her fill the prick of his sharp fangs against her smooth flesh. Her golden eyes blinked with surprise, then closed pleasurably as he did so again further up her neck, then behind her ear. She then lifted her leg, pressing her bare thigh against his. His hands smoothed her dark hair then traveled over her slender waist. He cupped her supple buttox with his broad palm and drew his hand across the length of her thigh pressing her hips against him.

Her resonate moans filled the black velvety expanse surrounding them. With their bodies intertiwined she threw her arms about his neck. A moan escaped his lips, echoing eerily in the void. She in turn sighed loudly, however her voice had a magical force which caused them both to shudder with bliss.
Piccolo closed his eyes immersed in wondrous sensations. The pressure began to build, promising a devastating climax. She  pressed close to him, wrapping her thighs around his hips, slipping one of his antennas in her warm mouth. Piccolo shuddered. The spiced scents of exotic flowers and fertile earth filled his nostrils. The dim glow about her curvaceous body seemed to grow brighter. Piccolo grit his teeth. The light grew brighter still. Her rapid breathes became shrill, and still her body glowed ever brighter. He gripped a handful of her crimson hair, kissing her shoulder and neck.  Her fingers dug in to his back. He heard what sounded like thunder rolling across the open sky. He then trembled with release as another peal of thunder rumbled electrically.

Slumped against the wall of the alcove,Piccolo jumped with alarm and sat bolt up right. He blinked rapidly clearing his vision. Twilight glowed dimly out in the forest. He seemed out of breath. The growing sounds of the night sobered him for a moment. He remembered the day events slowly then...

He drew his feet under him quickly and looked around cautiously. His cloak and turban lay on the ground. He reached for his cloak and paused. I hadn't removed my... He looked over to see his turban leaning against something he hadn't noticed before. He approached a form that seemed embedded in to the wooden walls of the alcove. He pulled away years of moss and lichens to reveal a small statue.

Piccolo was aghast. Carved in to a piece of volcanic stone was a woman. Long hair graced her ample hips and seemed to be stained red with some ancient paint. Long ears protruded from her head. Her eyes were long and slender. There seemed to be gold stones glimmering in the eyes. Piccolo crept forward. The deity-like figure held her belly and her left breast. It seemed to be a fertility goddess of some sort. Long neglected offering bowls sat beneath the deity with the shriveled remnants of offerings from long since gone worshippers. The Namek warrior backed out of the alcove frightfully. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders and positioned his turban on his head. He turned, then paused and looked back slowly at the dark alcove. He reached for something he saw on the forest floor then returned to the alcove then quickly backed out again and took the air.

The forest was alive with whirring insects and other hidden creatures. With in the darkness of the alcove a single yellow orchid sat beneath the deity in one of the offering bowels. An eerie sighing wind passed over the forest as the sun disappeared completely over the distance horizon. The ceramic deity's eyes flickered brightly just for a second.