No Regrets.

Act Two.

By Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh.

Rating; NC-17.

Warnings; Lemon, language.

Notes; OOC, some sap, and as always, I have written this to take place in AU, so don't yell at me if things don't follow the anime exactly.

This is for Larania, who bugged me to no end to finally write a Piccolo/Goku lemon, and who patiently answered all my questions.

Pairings; Duh! Piccolo/Goku obviously!

Piccolo takes a chance and tells Goku how he really feels about him, just in case...

"Denotes speaking"

*Denotes thoughts*

Piccolo, who had since fused with her father's counterpart Kami, sat cross-legged on the edge of the lookout, staring down at the earth. *Four days. Four fucking days. Then the fate of the world will be decided.* The Namek shivered, then slammed a large fist down. *Why! Why is it never enough?! Trunks, Vegeta and I all went back into that chamber, and none of us have improved enough to even come close to that monster!* She wondered how Goku could manage to stay so calm throughout all of this. *I'll bet he knows something, that or he's finally managed to ascend high enough that he knows he can beat Cell. I hope he's right.*

Piccolo smiled softly. *If he thinks everything is going to be alright, I'll trust him.*

*Hey Piccolo!* She jumped as Goku's voice interrupted her thoughts. *Are you busy?*

"No, I'm just watching everyone else freaking out over this." Piccolo whispered, smirking at Trunks and Vegeta who were arguing, again.

*You wanna come down here and hang out for a while? You know, down where we.....* Goku's voice trailed off.

Piccolo was streaking off the edge of the lookout a split second later, leaving a few very confused warriors in her wake.

She landed in the same clearing where she and Goku had expressed their feelings for each other a little over a year and a half ago. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Goku sitting on a large rock, slowly pulling off his orange gi shirt. As the shirt came free, Goku turned his head and smiled at her, Piccolo could see something blatantly sexual in the Saiyan's dark eyes.

"G..Goku?" She cleared her throat nervously. "What's up?"

"Hmm.....what's up.." Goku purred, getting up and making his way toward her with the slow, smooth grace of a panther. He suddenly vanished, making Piccolo gasp. He instantly reappeared in front of her, only an inch or two separating them. "Me, for one thing." The Saiyan whispered. His arms snaked around the Namek's waist and hauled her against him, grinding his erection against her.

Piccolo groaned as Goku continued to move against her, one of his hands fumbling with the sash at her waist. "I thought you would have learned how to do that by now." She chuckled.

"Gimme a break." Goku growled. "This is only my second try." He finally managed to undo it, pulling it off and draping it over his shoulder.

Piccolo tossed her hat away, and pulled away to remove her cape and shirt. As soon as they were gone, the Saiyan leaned forward, his arms winding around her once more as he nipped gently at her collarbone before raising his head to kiss and nuzzle her neck.

"Goku.." She sighed, her hands tangling in the Saiyan's wild black hair. "Why now?" She asked softly.

"Because I need this, and I think you do too." He murmured, his lips moving up and down her throat. "I've been thinking a lot lately about the first time we did this Piccolo." Goku said, his voice frustrated. " and know I'm a Saiyan, and a warrior, and you always accepted me for who I am. was fine when you were just one of the guys, another Z fighter, but you're a female, and we....we slept together. I....I want..I need to be with you again." He whimpered as he kissed and licked Piccolo's chest fervently. He remembered the bad feeling he'd gotten in the Chamber when he'd trained with Gohan. *I know something's going to happen. This is going to be another battle I won't walk away from.* He shuddered and tried to block out everything but the smooth green skin as he ran his tongue over it. *It would be nice to enjoy your unconditional acceptance again, before....* Goku's thoughts trailed off as he rocked his hips against Piccolo, his hardened member rubbing against the fabric of his gi.

Piccolo's eyes widened. She didn't know whether or not Goku was trying to tell her this, or if Goku hadn't yet learned of her improved ability to pick up others thoughts since her fusion with Kami. Either way she was terrified. *No! He...he's foreseen that he's going to die in this battle, and he wants me again...* Tears sprang to the Namek's eyes as her throat tightened painfully with emotion. "Oh Goku..." She whispered. She hooked her fingers under his blue shirt and tugged gently, helping Goku remove his clothing before removing her pants and shoes as well. She wished it didn't have to be this way, that she could keep a piece of the handsome Saiyan for herself. *I wonder if Saiyans and Nameks could interbreed. I suppose if I was very careful....* Piccolo thought. She began discreetly turning her energy to the task of forming the egg. Kami and Piccolo didn't know anything about reproduction, but Nail did.

"Come over here." Goku said quietly as he guided Piccolo to stand in front of a large tree trunk. "Don't move.." The Saiyan purred, a sly smile on his lips as he guided Piccolo's wrists around the trunk behind her. He chuckled and walked around the tree, and Piccolo gasped as she felt her own sash being looped tightly around her wrists, securing her to the tree.

"What are you doing?" Piccolo asked, alternately wary and bemused. "You do know I could snap that easily, right?" She grinned.

"Yeah, but you won't." Goku stated matter-of-factly.

"And why not?" Piccolo asked, eyebrow ridges shooting up.

"Because you're just dying to know what I intend to do to you." He leered.

Piccolo chuckled, then nodded eagerly. "Do your worst." She growled.

"Don't you mean my best?" Goku asked, making Piccolo laugh. "I'll tell you what, we'll make a deal.." Goku purred seductively as he leaned forward to run his tongue along her collarbone. "If I make you scream with my hands and my mouth, you do what I want, and I take you any way I want, for as long as I want." He reached down and traced the contours of her stomach with one hand, reaching down with the other to stroke the inside of her thigh. His fingers slid up until they just touched her labia, then darted back down again. "If you don't scream, then I do whatever you want, and I'll take you however you want, until I satisfy you completely. What do you say? Deal?" He smirked.

Piccolo stared at him, her eyes slightly glazed as she panted softly. "" She whispered.

"Good." Goku said, giving her an evil smile. "Let's get started then. I've got one very turned on Namek to way or the other." He stared at her, his obsidian eyes full of passionate promise.

Piccolo began to squirm, biting back the sounds that tried to burst from her throat as the Saiyan trailed fiery kisses down her chest. The fingers tracing her inner thigh inched back up slowly, making her shiver. Goku sank to his knees, his tongue sliding down her stomach, before he began to kiss and nip at the inside of her thighs. She whimpered, trying to stay as quiet as she could while Goku's lips and tongue ran across the sensitive skin.

"I need better access." Goku said quietly. She stared down at him as he gently took one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. Piccolo gasped sharply as Goku's fingertips grazed her labia, and the Saiyan chuckled softly at the dampness he found there.

"Ohh yeah, I'm gonna enjoy making you scream Piccolo." He murmured.

"Hnn! Uhh....damn you....." Piccolo rasped as Goku's head moved forward and he licked the slick flesh.

"Scream for me Piccolo." Goku purred. "Just scream once and then I'll be inside you."

"" She tossed her head from side to side, moaning softly as Goku's fingers teased her. She rocked her hips, eager for more of the Saiyan's gentle touch as she struggled to stay standing.

"Having problems are you? Here, let me help." Goku smiled up at her before gently grasping her other leg and hooking it over his shoulder as well.

Piccolo's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha....what are you doing?" She stammered as Goku took her weight easily on his broad shoulders.

"Giving myself easier access, and making sure you're legs don't give out." Goku chuckled, his warm breath fanning against her sensitive skin, making her shiver. The Saiyan cupped her buttocks and lifted her, gently pushing her against the tree. "Now you are going to scream Piccolo. Stop fighting know you want to." Goku growled before darting his head forward and plunging his tongue into her.

Piccolo's back arched, her lips pulled back baring sharp canines. She growled low in her throat as her long nails dug deep gouges in the tree, the only other sounds she made were panting and several whispered no's as Goku's tongue caressed her inner walls.

Goku thrust his tongue into Piccolo as his fingers sought her clit, determined to hear the Namek's harsh voice screaming for him. His fingertip grazed the sensitive nub, and Goku was rewarded with a loud moan, but that was all. *Damn you are a stubborn one aren't you?" Goku thought, his frustration building. *Well, I can be pretty stubborn too!* The Saiyan thought determinedly as he slid his tongue up to caress the small bundle of nerves. He felt Piccolo shudder and smiled. *Gotcha.* he thought, eyes flashing as he thrust two fingers into her.

Piccolo groaned and trembled, her muscles aching from trying to stay still under Goku's touch. She bit back a cry as the fingers thrusting into her found her second pleasure spot, and Goku began to exploit both of them ruthlessly.

Goku growled with need and impatience as Piccolo remained quiet. *I will have you.* He thought angrily as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub and his fingers relentlessly rubbed her g-spot. The Saiyan's body throbbed as he felt Piccolo's muscles tightening as her climax approached. *Almost there....*

Piccolo fought against the scream that was building in the back of her throat, her entire body tingling as she clenched her eyes shut and fought her climax, but it was hopeless. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she threw back her head and screamed.

Goku was on his feet as soon as the sound escaped her, dropping Piccolo's legs off his shoulders and wrapping them around his waist. He captured her lips in a heated, possessive kiss, cutting off her scream. He quickly positioned the head of his much neglected arousal at her entrance and buried himself inside her with one hard thrust. Goku buried his face in the crook of her neck as he began slamming himself into Piccolo, animalistic growls and grunts escaping him as he approached his climax.

Piccolo jerked her wrists, snapping her sash and wrapping her arms around Goku's shoulders and crying out with each thrust as the Saiyan filled her again and again. She gasped as Goku's legs gave way and he fell to his knees, still pumping himself into Piccolo as he lowered her to the ground beneath him. Piccolo groaned as Goku's weight settled on top of her, his grunts turning to hoarse cries as his thrusts became more erratic and urgent. Piccolo's cries rose in volume and pitch as her own climax approached until she was bucking and arching under the Saiyan wildly, her cries turning to screams as she gripped Goku tightly with her arms and legs, her senses overwhelmed by pleasure. Goku shouted out his pleasure, thrusting into her one last time as his seed spilled into her.

They lay still for several minutes, whispering reassurances and endearments, caressing each other gently, until Goku reluctantly got up. "We've got to go now." He said softly as he finished dressing. "My son is looking for me, and Vegeta has gotten curious and is looking for you as well." He looked at Piccolo sadly. "I'm going to spend some time with my family before the tournament." Goku stepped forward and cupped the Namek's cheek. "See you there?"

"Count on it." Piccolo said, her voice gruff.

"Why don't you stop by on Gohan's birthday?" Goku asked.

"I'll think about it." Piccolo smirked at him.

"Kay. See you later Piccolo....and thank you." He whispered, before putting two fingers to his forehead and vanishing.

"Yeah. See you later." Piccolo said softly, placing a hand on her stomach and hoping her plan had worked.

Two days later.........

Dende wrung his hands worriedly as Piccolo knelt on the floor of one of Dende's private rooms, her jaw unhinging to make room. A startled cry came from Mr. Popo as Piccolo's throat bulged, then a large, cream colored egg was finally expelled. As Piccolo collapsed to the floor, taking great ragged gulps of air, Dende dropped to his knees beside her, stroking her head gently. Mr. Popo found a piece of cloth and cleaned off the egg, which was roughly the size of an eleven or twelve pound baby. He took the egg over to a pile of soft blankets and cushions, and made a nest of sorts for it, covering it with a blanket to keep it warm.

"Are you sure this is for the best Piccolo?" Dende asked softly. "Are you sure you want this kept from all the other Z fighters?"

"Yes.." Piccolo croaked, her throat still raw from the passage of the egg. "Now please Dende, promise you won't tell anyone about this. I'm going to the Cell games, and if I don't make it back..." She trailed off.

"Don't say that!" Dende cried. "Of course you'll come back!" Tears filled the young Namek's eyes at the thought of losing his friend.

"We'll do our best to take care of the child in the event that the worst happens." Mr. Popo said as he sat down beside the egg.

"Thank you." Piccolo said softly as she shakily got to her feet. She reached down and gave Dende's shoulder a squeeze before she walked out of the room.

The morning of the Cell tournament.....

Piccolo flew alongside Goku Gohan and Krillen, her arms crossed and a pensive expression on her face, hoping against hope that just this one time Goku would be wrong.

To Be continued..........

Well, there's part two. Now I gotta finish some of my other ficcies....

Let me know how you like this, kay?