A hazy shade of green, part 2.

By Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Piccolo goes into heat, throwing the entire Z gang into emotional and sexual chaos.

Pairings: Piccolo x everybody (almost *LOL*).

Notes: Het, yaoi, lemon, extreme OOC, AU, late DBZ, humor, weirdness. Just for those who seem to have a problem with inconsistencies with my fic and the anime, that's why I put AU on it. Hello? Does the phrase ALTERNATE UNIVERSE mean anything to you? *snickers*

Rating: R for really lemony. *LOL*

This fic is a multi pairing gratuitous lemon request fic for Larania Drake, my 2000^thvisitor. Will be at least a 3 parter. (that's what I figure on so far)

"Hey Piccolo!" Yamcha called as he landed and ran over to him. "What's wrong?" He asked. The human gasped in shock as he noticed the Namek's dirty, torn clothing tossed around the forest floor. "Kami...what happened? Who did this to you?" He reached out and grasped one of Piccolo's massive arms, looping it over his shoulder and helping the Namek to his feet. "Come on.." He said, straining under Piccolo's weight. "My house isn't far, and I've got some senzu beans stashed away. We'll have you good as new in no time!" He said, slowly raising them into the air and flying back to his house.

"Yamcha..." Piccolo said softly, leaning toward the human as his hormones took control once more.

"Hey it's okay Piccolo." Yamcha tried to soothe the now restless Namek. "Stay still huh? We're almost there." He lowered them gently and staggered under Piccolo's weight as he half dragged, half carried the larger warrior into his living room. "Here, you just rest Piccolo, I'll get you some water." Yamcha ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher of ice water from the fridge.

"Yamcha I'm okay..." Piccolo said weakly, turning to stare at the human with glazed eyes. "Just come here."

"Relax Piccolo." Yamcha said firmly. "Just drink this." He handed Piccolo a large glass of water.

Piccolo stopped reaching for the human and grabbed the offered drink instead. "More..." He rasped as he downed it in one swallow. He drained a second glassful just as quickly and again held it out for a refill. "Thank you." The Namek said, voice sounding a little stronger after his third glass of water.

"Hey no problem!" Yamcha said, laying a hand on his shoulder. His dark eyes widened as a large green hand immediately covered his. He smiled at the normally stoic warrior. "You stay here and I'll go find you a senzu."

"Yamcha..." The Namek groaned in frustration at the heat building in his groin. His exposure to Yamcha had brought out his mating instincts again. *Shimatta!* He cursed mentally. *If I don't have sex soon I'm going to go insane!* The large warrior heaved a sigh of relief when Yamcha strode in holding up a bean. Piccolo parted his lips and took the senzu, reaching up and grabbing Yamcha's wrist in an iron grip. He began to nibble gently on the human's fingertips, chuckling at the startled gasp he pulled from the other man.

He cried out in surprise, suddenly finding himself lying on the couch with his face a mere inch away from Piccolo's.

"I told you I'm fine." Came the low growl while hands slid inside Yamcha's t-shirt, playing with his nipples. "Now let me thank you for your gracious hospitality.." Piccolo's lips left a trail of fiery kisses down the side of Yamcha's throat as sharp nails shredded the human's flimsy garments. Soon every inch of the dark haired warrior's smooth skin was bared to the Namek's hungry gaze. "Mmm.." He moaned, hands skimming farther down to tease the human's stirring member. "I see lots of things I can do to show my...gratitude." The Namek said, an evil smile curling his lip as he stared into Yamcha's wide, panicked eyes.

"P...Piccolo what..what are you doing?" Yamcha stammered, voice quavering as he curled into a ball and covered himself with his hands. "What the hell's gotten into you?" He demanded.

The Namek scowled at the nervous man beside him. *What's wrong with this picture?* He asked himself. *Why isn't he being affected by me? The others practically threw themselves at me but this one seems to be completely unaffected by whatever drove the Saiyans crazy...* His eyes widened. *Of course! He's not Saiyan, so maybe that's why! Well, if he won't come to me that way, I'll just have to seduce him the old fashioned way.* Piccolo thought stubbornly. *I will have him.*

"Oh shit..." Yamcha rasped as he felt his flu coming back. Piccolo's eyes widened in surprise when the human began coughing violently. Yamcha winced at the large green hand clapping him on the back. "Ouch..that's enough Piccolo.." He gasped. Suddenly his eyes slid half closed and he turned away. A loud sneeze nearly sent him off the edge of the couch, Piccolo's arm snapping around his waist to keep him from falling. "Uhh..." He groaned. "I need my medication.." Yamcha said, voice sounding strange. "Let go Piccolo I have to take my medicine." He said impatiently, fighting to escape the Namek's grasp and get to his feet. "I'm gonna go get it, and put some clothes on again.." He turned and glared at the large warrior. "Then you're going to tell me just what the hell that was all about!" He fell to his knees with his next sneeze, got up and cursed all the way to the bathroom.

"Yamcha wait!" Piccolo jumped to his feet and followed him. He caught the human in the bathroom, just after he'd managed to get his medicine down.

"Gah! That stuff's awful!" Yamcha complained as he stuck a toothbrush into his mouth. "Hey! Out!" He pointed to the living room and tried to shut the door. He backed away when the Namek instead strode into the bathroom and grabbed his bottle of medicine.

"What does all this mean?" Piccolo asked, pointing to the pamphlet that stood behind the bottle.

"Oh..um..that's side effects of the medicine, why?" Yamcha asked, confused.

"What does it do?" Piccolo handed him the paper.

"Uh..well...it says smell and taste could be affected, drowsiness, um.."

"Smell...." Piccolo's eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to the human. "What do you smell right...now?" He asked, grabbing Yamcha and lifting him off the floor. "Anything unusual?" He pressed their bodies together tightly.

"Ah! Piccolo!" Yamcha cried, blushing furiously when his member was pressed between their bodies. He quickly realized that the Namek was still fully aroused. "Oh Kami..." He whimpered, closing his eyes and turning his head away.

"What do you smell!" The larger man's voice was harsh in his ear.

"Uh..." He began nervously. "Fruit, really sweet fruit."

"What?" Piccolo asked softly.

"You know, like some kind of really sweet fruit that's almost too ripe, a fruity smell and a really sweet smell at the same time..it doesn't smell bad!" He cringed at the Namek's glare. "It's just not something I expected to smell on you." He laughed nervously.

"I'll bet it's the medication..." Piccolo said thoughtfully. "It's keeping you from smelling the scent that drove the others nuts, to you it's just a smell. Maybe there's phermones or something in it, and because of that medication they're not affecting you." He turned back to Yamcha and smirked at him. "And if that's the case..." He swept Yamcha up into his arms. *So if I can seduce him now, without the phermones, then he's with me because he wants to be, not because of any instincts or hormones...just plain old lust.* he grinned as he carried Yamcha out of the bathroom and walked down the hall, searching for the human's bedroom. *Then this will be much better than the others...*

"Piccolo..what are you doing?" Yamcha trembled in the Namek's grasp, eyes wide with fear. *Please tell me he's not going to seduce me...* He thought to himself.

"I'm going to seduce you." Piccolo said, chuckling at the human's frightened whimper. "Hey.." He whispered, gently lowering his lover onto the bed. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." He stretched out beside Yamcha and skimmed his fingertips lightly over the human's soft skin. "Relax..." He leaned down and nuzzled Yamcha's throat, one hand sliding up to toy with the man's nipples while the other slid around and pulled him closer. "I just want to please you Yamcha.." He said softly, fingers caressing the human's washboard abs. "Don't you want me to make you feel good?" He purred.

Yamcha's eyes slid closed, a soft sigh escaping him. He clenched his hands into fists in the sheets when he felt himself growing hard under the Namek's gentle, teasing touch. *Damn...I never would have imagined it'd be Piccolo who would alleviate my loneliness ..* He started to chuckle, only to have it turn to a stuttering moan when a large hand wrapped around his half hard cock and started stroking him. "Ah..nn....P..Piccolo.." He tried to speak, but instead settled for loud moans, rocking his hips and thrusting into Piccolo's hand. *Oh...Kami that feels good..* He thought, trembling and arching into the touch. He looked up at his lover, lips curved into a smile. *Male, female..I've liked both for so long that it doesn't matter which anymore. I just want to be with someone.* He reached up and stroked Piccolo's face, marveling at how soft the green skin was. *Why didn't I see how attractive he is before?* Yamcha wondered. He reached up and pulled Piccolo's head down. "More." He growled, darting forward and kissing the Namek hungrily. Piccolo moaned against his lips, rolling on top of him and straddling his waist. Yamcha groaned, hands digging into Piccolo's hips while the Namek rocked back and forth, rubbing their erections together. "Piccolo.." He whispered. "You done this before?"

"Yeah." Piccolo growled.

"Really? With who?" Yamcha rasped, hips bucking involuntarily as Piccolo shifted on top of him. His questions stopped when he felt himself pressing against Piccolo's entrance, which was hot and slick. *Feels like a woman...* He thought, eyes widening. "Piccolo...." He began, looking up at his lover uncertainly. "Why do you feel like.." He blushed, unable to complete the sentence.

"A female?" Piccolo finished for him. Yamcha nodded. "Because...I'm both." He said simply.

Yamcha's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" He stared up at his lover in amazement as the Namek nodded. "Man..coincidence or what?" He muttered.

"What do you mean?" Piccolo murmured, leaning down to nuzzle his neck.

"Well, it's just that.. I'm bi." Yamcha chuckled. Piccolo pulled back and stared at him quizzically. "You know, bisexual? Means I like both, male and female." Yamcha blushed again.

"Well then..." Piccolo purred, giving the human an evil smirk. "You and I should get along just fine." He thrust his hips down, muffling Yamcha's cry with a kiss.

Yamcha groaned against Piccolo's lips as his length was plunged into the tight wet heat. He tried to buck his hips up to meet his lover's thrusts, eyes snapping open when Piccolo settled his weight on top of him.

"I don't think so..." The Namek grinned down at him before sliding up and down Yamcha's shaft, his pace slow and gentle.

"Piccolo.." The human croaked, fingers digging into his lovers hips urging him to move faster. "Please.."

"Mm...nope." Piccolo snickered, keeping his pace deliberately slow and reveling in the moans and whimpers he tore from the man beneath him. *This feels different...* Piccolo thought, running his hands up and down Yamcha's torso admiring his lover's body. *He isn't like the others. They were just mindless sex. This is him wanting me and me wanting him.* The Namek thought, realizing he was no longer under the powerful influence of his own hormones, nor was Yamcha under the influence of phermones or anything of that nature. * This could work into something beyond a quick one time thing.* He smiled and leaned down, nibbling gently on Yamcha's lower lip.

"Piccolo!" Yamcha was nearly shouting in frustration. "More..." He whimpered, dark eyes pleading. He gasped and cried out in pleasure as Piccolo began to move faster. He watched the Namek arching and writhing above him, eyes narrowed to glittering slits while his hands roamed the broad expanse of Piccolo's chest.

Piccolo bucked his hips rapidly, driving the human's length deep inside himself as he panted harshly. "Kami....Yamcha..." He groaned, white spots swimming across his vision when the human's nimble fingers slid down and began to stroke Piccolo's erection. He quickly grabbed Yamcha's hand and pulled it away. "Not yet." He whispered. "That's next."

Yamcha moaned, back arching, eyes clenched shut. Sweat beaded on his brow and ran down the sides of his face. He began to tremble, streaks of color appearing before his eyes as he approached completion. He shuddered violently, shouting his lover's name when he came.

Piccolo sat still atop his lover, smiling softly when he felt the human's seed shoot into him. "That's what I needed. Thank you." He whispered, leaning down and kissing Yamcha tenderly. "Now, how about we try this another way?" He smirked, flipping the still dazed human onto his stomach and pulling him up to his hands and knees.

"Piccolo!" Yamcha cried, eyes snapping open wide when he felt the head of Piccolo's sizable arousal pressing against his entrance. "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Piccolo asked, letting go of Yamcha's hips and watching quizzically as his lover reached over and rummaged around in the night stand drawer.

"Found it." Yamcha said, heaving a relieved sigh. "You can't just push into me koi." He chuckled, handing Piccolo a tube of lubricant. "Unlike women, men have to be stretched a little, and you have to use this cause we don't get wet like women do." He smiled and shook his head, secretly glad that Piccolo had obviously not been with a man yet. *At least I'll be his first in one way.* He grinned. His smile slipped from his face, eyes slipping closed and a loud moan escaping him when his lover pushed a slick finger into him. "Oohh...yeah.. that...ah..Piccolo!" He cried, hips jerking when the Namek's finger found his prostate. "Kami...yes.." Yamcha whimpered as Piccolo added a second finger, scissoring the thick digits inside him gently.

Piccolo struggled for self control, trying to take his time preparing his lover when all he wanted to do was drive his length into the trembling man before him. He smirked when Yamcha rocked against his hand, seeking more stimulation. "You ready now?" The Namek chuckled, leaning down to kiss Yamcha's shoulder.

"Uh huh.." Yamcha said weakly, nodding his head and pushing back against his lover. He braced his weight on his arms as Piccolo removed his fingers and pushed his arousal against Yamcha's opening.

"You sure?" Piccolo whispered, sharp teeth raking across the human's soft skin.

"Do it." Yamcha growled. His head snapped back, a loud cry torn from his throat as Piccolo slammed into him, burying himself inside Yamcha in one smooth thrust. "Oh.....Pi..collo...ahnn..." Yamcha stammered, struggling to keep from collapsing to his stomach under his lover's powerful thrusts. "More.." He groaned.

Piccolo clamped his hands onto Yamcha's hips and quickened his pace, the bed creaking and groaning under the assault. Piccolo's head dropped back, a soft moan escaping him. *Kami...feels good...but different..* The Namek tried to hold his train of thought as pleasure coursed through his body, new sensations washing over him. *I'm taking Yamcha, not the other way around...I like this..* He thought with a slight smirk. Piccolo was so caught up in pleasing himself and his lover that he didn't even notice as an entirely different kind of hormones began taking over; Piccolo was going into the second stage of his heat. "Yamcha...." The Namek groaned, leaning forward and raking his teeth over the back of Yamcha's neck. "Mine." He growled before sinking his fangs into the tender skin and marking the human as his property.

"Ah! Kami!" Yamcha cried, tears filling his eyes at the unexpected pain. "Piccolo..." He whimpered as the Namek reached around and stroked his neglected erection. He let out a hoarse shout and climaxed into Piccolo's hand as the larger man thrust into him a final time, crying out the human's name before collapsing on top of him.

They lay motionless for several minutes, sweat drying on their skin as they slowly got their breath back.

"So what was the bite all about hmm?" Yamcha squirmed under Piccolo, managing to turn onto his back and smirk up at his lover.

"Like I said before I bit you..you're mine." The Namek chuckled, leaning down for a kiss.

"Hmm..." Yamcha cocked his head and regarded Piccolo thoughtfully. "I'll have to think about whether or not I'm ready to make a commitment...and whether or not I'm willing to commit to someone who thinks of me as a possession." He grinned at Piccolo's threatening growl. "Okay I've thought about it. I accept." Yamcha laughed as Piccolo glared down at him.

"Very funny. Maybe I should give you another mark on the front of your neck to go with the other one." Piccolo chuckled as his lover clapped his hands over his throat. "Just kidding." He kissed him sweetly. Yamcha yawned loudly, shivering slightly in the cool breeze from the open window. "You look exhausted. Sleep koi." Piccolo said softly, rolling off his lover and pulling the human into an embrace.

"Just this stupid flu." Yamcha yawned again, snuggling against Piccolo's chest. "Wipes me right out." He murmured before his eyes fluttered shut. He was asleep in a matter of minutes.

After twenty minutes of laying on the bed sweating and trying not to be sick as the room spun wildly, Piccolo slowly got to his feet. "What's....happening to me?" He rasped, staggering into the bathroom and falling to his knees. He quietly shut the door and leaned over, forehead touching the cold floor.

Piccolo's eyes snapped open and he let out a strangled cry of pain and fear as sharp stabbing pains ripped through his abdomen. "Kami what now?" He whimpered, propping himself up in the corner. He grabbed a bath towel and stuffed it into his mouth to stifle his cries. His power level shot up and his abdomen bulged alarmingly.

Yamcha sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide as he felt Piccolo's power level skyrocketing out of control. "Shit! What's goin' on? Piccolo!" He shouted, jumping out of bed and running down the hall. He burst into the bathroom in time to see Piccolo push an egg out from between his legs, a small amount of purple blood pooling beneath him. "Kami....what?" He knelt and picked up the egg, looking around and grabbing another towel to wrap around it. "You...had an egg." Yamcha said dully, shocked. His eyes widened as Piccolo screamed and arched painfully. "Piccolo! What's wrong?!" He cried before jumping to his feet and opening the medicine cabinet. "Damn...only a few senzus left. Better wait." Yamcha muttered, kneeling beside his lover once more, face drawn with worry.

"Mr Popo!" Dende cried, running over to him anxiously. "I have to go immediately!" He rushed back to the edge of the lookout.

"Dende wait!" Popo ran after him. "What's wrong?"

"It's Piccolo... I was taught this was such a rare occurrence that it was practically just a legend...why now? And why Piccolo?" Dende breathed. "I'll be back soon Mr. Popo. Please take care of things until I return." He said, streaking over the edge of the lookout.

"Is there another one Piccolo?" Yamcha asked, mopping at the Namek's forehead with a wet cloth. He sighed when Piccolo nodded, teeth clenched as he growled and panted. "What can I do?" The human asked, trembling as he tried to keep from panicking.

"Eggs..." Piccolo rasped, fists hitting the floor as he did his best to ride out the pain.

"Take care of the eggs..yeah..sure Piccolo.." Yamcha said, staring at the large cream colored egg he had already wrapped in a soft towel. "You let me know when it's coming." He said, once again wiping sweat from Piccolo's face. "You need some water or anything?" He asked softly. The Namek shook his head. "It's okay Piccolo..I'm here for you." Yamcha whispered, kissing Piccolo's forehead.

"Hey Dad!" Gohan called cheerfully, setting Pan on the floor. The dark haired girl laughed and toddled off to find her friend Bra. "Vegeta." He nodded at the scowling prince who sat at the kitchen table beside Goku helping the larger Saiyan empty a huge platter of sandwiches laid out for them by Mrs. Briefs. "I would at least call Mom if I were you, she's pretty pissed. First you're late from your spar, and then Goten is late too." Gohan chuckled. "She's gonna bean you with that frying pan when you go home. You'll be sleeping on the couch again for the next week if you don't do something soon."

Goku blushed. "Well um...actually.." He shuffled his feet under the table nervously. "I'm not going home to live with your Mother anymore..so I don't have to worry about it." Goku said quietly.

Gohan froze, staring at his father with wide eyes. "Damn..." He breathed. "You're actually leaving her?" He began to pace back and forth in front of the two Saiyans, hands buried in his hair. "But why now? You two have been together for almost 35 years..." Gohan stared at his father, seeking an answer.

"Well...um...see...oh man how do I explain this.." Goku groaned, laying his cheek on the table and covering his head with his arms.

"You explain it by being blunt Kakarott." Vegeta snapped, turning to Gohan and fighting to keep Goku's hands from clapping over his mouth. "Your father and I are sleeping together and he's moving in with me."

"He..you...sleep...SAY WHAT!!!" Gohan shrieked before his eyes rolled back in his head and he promptly fainted.

"That went well." Vegeta said. Goku facevaulted, falling off his chair.

Yamcha wiped sweat from his own brow as he helped Piccolo deliver a particularly large egg, almost one and a half times the size of the others. "Man that one must be twins." He sighed, wrapping it in a towel and placing it beside the other three. "Here take this now koi." Yamcha pushed the bean against his lover's lips.

"No..." Piccolo moaned weakly, turning his head away. "One more.." He groaned in pain as his stomach bulged yet again.

Yamcha's head snapped up and he smiled wanly. "Hey Dende's here. He'll know what to do, and maybe how to explain this too." He got up to welcome the young guardian.

"Piccolo!" Dende rushed in and knelt beside his friend. "How many more people were there?" He asked.

"This is the last.." The Namek rasped, pushing with all the strength he had left. "That's Yamcha's.." He murmured before passing out.

"Piccolo!" Yamcha cried as his lover slumped over.

"It's alright." Dende said quietly. "I can heal him. Please take care of the eggs." Yamcha picked up the last egg and clutched it to his chest for a moment. "This one...is mine.." He said softly, taking the egg and laying it on his bed rather than beside the others.

He came back into the bathroom, and leaned against the doorframe rather than joining the guardian on the floor. "So who do those ones belong to?" He gestured toward the other four eggs in the corner.

"Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, and Gotenks." Piccolo said quietly, sitting up and reaching for them.

"I see..." Yamcha whispered, turning and stalking up the hall. He flung the door open and banged it shut behind him.

"No." Dende said firmly, making Piccolo stay seated. "I'll go explain things to him. You take care of these eggs." He said, going after the human.

"Yamcha?" Dende sat on the front step beside him. "I know you must be angry right now..."

"Angry?!" Yamcha snapped, getting up and pacing in circles. "Angry doesn't begin to cover it!" He grabbed a rock off the ground and bounced it off the nearest tree, leaving a large chip in the bark. "How about betrayed, pissed off, confused...." He stopped and slumped to the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and lowering his head. "Sad..."

Dende's eyes widened. "What's this?" He poked at the four holes in the back of Yamcha's neck.

The human winced and covered the wounds with his hand. "That's another thing!" Yamcha snapped. "He said he was marking me as his, like we were committed to each other or something. And now I find out he's slept with all the Saiyans too?!" He made a disgusted sound.

"But Yamcha, Piccolo was in heat. He was completely taken over by hormones, and the Saiyans were affected by his phermones. I can tell you this wasn't anyone's fault. Heat for us is a very rare thing, striking perhaps every one in a thousand Nameks. The way it's talked about on my world, it's like a legend." Dende said, sitting down and telling Yamcha all that he knew.

"So he didn't mean to do it, he was just being driven by instinct to reproduce with as many strong partners as he could." Yamcha tried to absorb all he'd been told. "Then that means...I was just another sperm donor." Yamcha whispered, turning away to hide the hurt in his eyes.

"No Yamcha. You don't understand." Dende said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "That mark on your neck is only given to one of the mates, the one he chose to stay with." Yamcha looked at him hopefully. "Not to mention that Piccolo stayed here and released the eggs. If he didn't want to be mated with you, he would have found a safer place to have them. The fact that he had them here in your home tells me he trusts you, and you are his choice for a permanent mate."

"Permanent..mate?" Yamcha said, the full impact of the words registering.

Piccolo set down the egg he was holding, a low growl building in his throat. His eyes glazed over and he trembled slightly as his body chemistry changed. Hormones and instincts took control and left Piccolo with a new directive. Impregnate the first female he found.

*Dammit....no! I don't want this!* He thought frantically as he felt his control rapidly slipping away. He was barely conscious of making his way to the back door and quietly slipping out. By the time he had sprinted through the forest, putting enough distance between himself Dende and Yamcha to take to the air undetected, the Namek's personality was once again completely subjugated by the heat.

Yamcha smiled wanly. "So I guess this means the heat's over huh?" He asked Dende.

"I hope so. I don't think he should want to do anything else now that he's laid a clutch of eggs." Dende said, sighing with relief.

"Wait a minute..." Yamcha said, brow furrowing as something niggled at the edge of his consciousness. "You said that what I smelled were phermones and his body chemistry. But they changed when we were...you know..." He trailed off as the young Guardian blushed.

"His scent changed?" Dende asked, eyes widening. He blushed again. "I really don't want to ask this, but did you...um...just....take him as a female?" He covered his face with his hands.

Yamcha blushed and chuckled. "Well, I did that, and then he...uh...took me."

Dende's head snapped up, his face going pale. "He switched? Oh shit!" He cried.

"Dende...what's wrong? What's going on?" Yamcha asked apprehensively.

"He switched...he's gone from female to male. Now he doesn't want to be impregnated, he wants to get a female or females pregnant." The Namek whispered.

"Females? Pregnant?" Yamcha breathed. "But the only female anywhere near here would be..."

"OH NO!!" They both cried in unison and shot into the sky, streaking toward the Son house.

Well, how'd you like? Please tell me what you think!

Johnnyjosh aka Zoicyte