Piccolo-ness! With Piccolo!

OS: The Stuffed Clone

She smirked. "I wouldn't come close to breaking a nail fighting you."

You matched her smirk, speaking low and quietly. " I never said you'd be the one to break your nails."

Krillin was getting more nervous at the second. "Hon, you really should let her alone about fighting and Piccolo. She was nice enough to invite us here and she's one of my oldest fri-"

"Good one, (y/n)" Eighteen said, leaning back into the couch. She smiled, and Krillin relaxed as he realized you weren't seriously going at each other.

"I enjoy our verbal battles, Eighteen," You said, smiling too.

"As do I."

Krillin gave a nervous laugh. "Man, I thought you guys were really going at it! I thought one of you was going to go for the kill!"

"Maybe next time," You and the android said in unsuspecting unison.

Vegeta grumbled something under his breath about women and their fickle ways, and attitudes.

"WE'RE BACK!" Bulma sing-songed loudly.

The door flew open, revealing the proud faces of Bulma and Chi-Chi, each with an arm tucked into either crook of Piccolo's arm.

"Um. Hi." He said, looking at you, purple tinting his face. Goku and Vegeta stifled laughter, as you chuckled at the irony. It was their wives holding on to Piccolo.

"So you showed up," You said slightly aloof.

"Yeah," He said and the girls let go of him.

He sat next to you.

"You weren't going to some if they didn't hunt you down." You stated quietly as your two friends went to go remake the popcorn.

"No, not really." The Namekian looked at your hand, looked at your fingers spread apart on the soft white carpet of your living room.

You sighed and leaned back on the leg of the couch. "Why not?" You asked hiding your hurt feelings. How dare he not come and make you look like a fool!

"Because I-I..." Your boyfriend stammered in a hushed tone.

You averted your gaze. You were getting to mad, just looking at him. This was supposed to be a fun night, and it was going to be, at any cost.

"Because I didn't want to make you feel awkward or look stupid." His fingers were dangerously close to yours, and he knew it.

"Well," you hissed quietly, now aware of the four on the couch trying to listen in. "I felt awkward and looked stupid when my boyfriend didn't show up to the movie night I was hosting."

His face turned a deeper shade of purple. "I'm sorry."

"I know," you grumbled.

"Nice Chi-Chi move, (y/n)," Piccolo shot back.

"Chi-Chi move?! Oh, I don't think so! That's an all out original (y/n) maneuver!" you said, crossing your arms.

He cursed himself mentally. He should've taken your hand when he hand the chance, not wait until the movie started and the lights were off and no one could see. This wasn't a grade school romance. 

Maybe he wasn't planning on coming to save his face, not yours. So he didn't feel awkward or look stupid. He knew Vegeta and Eighteen were the judging type, but  he didn't know why it mattered. He just knew that you were upset with something he did, and he wanted to right his wrong. So he sucked it up and acted like a man.

He pulled the angry, rigid (y/n) to him, keeping his arm around your shoulder. You involuntarily relaxed, knowing you were safe. You laid your head on his shoulder, and he smiled.

"How cute," Eighteen said, "when's the wedding?"

You stuck your tongue out at her, and that was the end of it.

That wasn't so bad, he said to himself.

"Okay, (y/n)," Bulma walked in carrying multiple bowls of popcorn. She set them on the end tables. "Start the movie."

You crawled across the floor and pressed 'play'. When you crawled back, Piccolo held his arm out for you, and you settled back into your original position.

As the starting credits rolled, he kissed your forehead, a big deal for Mr. 'PDA is weird.'

-84 minutes and a very realistic plot line later-

The final credits played, and you were welded to your spot on the floor. Piccolo offered you his hand as everyone thanked you for hosting the night and began to file out.

You simply shook your head.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Bulma gave you a quizzical look as she put the bowls away in the sink. Piccolo waved her on, and she smiled, saying goodbye.

You just sat there.

"(Y/n)." Piccolo said as Bulma shut the door. It was just you two now, and soon, it would just be you, You were paralyzed in fear. The temporal....

You stared blankly at the darkened TV screen.

Piccolo huffed, then pulled you up.

"(Y/n),"

"What?" you said, not completely out of your daze.

"Are you alright?"

"Porals..." you murmured."Tem-porals...."

He sat you on the couch.

"So it seems you don't have a stomach for horror movies."

"Temporal Doom..."

"Never would have figured Miss Warrior over here couldn't handle a simple horror movie." He sat next to you.

"Shut up!" You yelled, snapping out of your daze. Nothing could bother you when your honor was being called into question. You punched him in the arm, it hurt you more than him.

"Are you going to be okay?"

You made a noise of uncertainty. "Should he temporal hunter-destroyer machine get me, know I love you."

He rolled his eyes as you assumed the fetal position, your head in his lap. "Dramatic much?"

You closed your eyes. "I might die tonight and you won't say it back."

He gave a small laugh, tucking a stray piece of (h/c) hair behind your ear. "Should the temporal hunter-destroyed machine get you, which it won't because I'm right here, know I love you too."

You smirked. "So unoriginal, Piccolo. Such a copy cat."