Piccolo, who had stood up to impossible odds, and even changed his evil ways,
cringed, yes, cringed. 
 
"OOOOOOOOOOOOO, thats gotta hurt."
 
Dende, being Dende, gave a look that wasnt quite his own. Or, for that matter,
anyone sane. 
 
"What are the benefits?"
 
Dende didnt answer.
 
Giving the god another sideways glance, and taking a step to the side, away from
him by the way, he searched the envelope. To his surprise, not shown anyway, he
pulled out a long sheet of paper. Quickly reading it, his eyes widened. 
 
"Ive got one thing ta say kid."
 
The young Namek turned his head sharply to face his companion.
 
Piccolo was startled, or visibly at least, because he jumped, high. Of course
you would too if you saw this site.
 
The god of earth had one eye bigger that the other, giving him a crazy, erm,
expression. One corner of his mouth was moved up as if in a smirk, thing was, it
was twitching. And so was the smaller eye.
 
Piccolo, deciding he still hadnt gone off the deep end, smirked.
 
Oh how he loved to cause trouble. 
 
"Glad it was you instead of me."
 
Dende face faulted, hunching over in the process.
 
After a few minutes, his earlier face gone, replaced by one of shock, Piccolo
decided that maybe hed pushed it too far.
 
"Kid?"
 
Dende snapped up to his full height, looking like a caffeine induced Vegeta.
 
Piccolo cringed, again, BBBAAAADDD memory. REALLY bad memory. 
 
"Kid?" he asked again. 
 
"Youre right Piccolo," Dende said calmly.
 
Piccolo now took two steps back. Dende was too calm for that expression. And now
string bean was worried. 
 
"Ki."
 
"WWOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
 
With a cowboys yell, Dende was running across the look-out, which by the way
they were on this whole time, and was headed toward his palace.
 
Piccolo, being Piccolo, raised one eyebrow. Or, hairless brow? Or, is it eye
ridge?
 
Slaunting, like he usually did, Piccolo walked slowly toward the palace. A
sudden heavy wind blew against him, causing his cape to blow away from him.
Welded, pumped, chiseled muscles bulged from his body as the wind plastered his
gi to the front of his body. (A/N: ahuhahuh *drool*)
 
 
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Inside wasnt the greatest of, sites. As a matter of fact, Piccolo wished hed
decided to stay OUTSIDE.
 
The palace was destroyed, tables were over turned as well as couches and chairs,
and there was shaving cream, and toilet paper, everywhere. The toilet tissue
hung particularly from the ceilings. There were several holes in the walls, and
cans of spray paint, which Dende appeared to have used to write things in Namek,
that hed rather not repeat, on the same walls. He had the insight, or non
contaminated brain cells, to paint around the holes hed made.(A/N: this poses an important a question. whats Dende been on. or is it just stress. you vote)
 
"K"
 
It was then Dende walked out from a hallway, a crazed, lunatical(A/N: my word)
look on his face. 
 
"Yeah, you heard me Jordy, I call a STRIKE!"
 
It was then Cucumber noticed the cellphone(A/N:???? WHAT!! I WANT ONE!!!!)that
he was talking into. Well, actually, he was screaming but he was still talking,
er, to the person Forget it.
 
Wait a minute, Jordy.
 
"Jordy?" Piccolo voiced.
 
His eyes widened, for the third time in the past ten minutes. 
 
"STRIKE!!"
 
Dende finished his conversation, or scream fest, and slid his phone in the mist
of his robes, hiding in there among the endless clothes. (A/N: ???? hiding, you
say)
 
Many bags appeared, and a Hawaiian shirt appeared over the top of his robes,
along with a pair of black sunglasses. 
 
"K.."
 
"Hey guys!"
 
"Great," came the growl from an my, er, little cactus plant.
 
In the doorway of the now demolished mansion, stood a savior of earth. Being as naive as Goku was, he didnt notice the crazed, lunatical expression on Dendes face.

Picking all the bags in his arms, dropping several items, he flew out the door
at top speed. Goku was knocked down in the process, landing on the floor, a bag
promptly landing on his head a few moments later. 
 
"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!!!" yelled the Saiyan, nursing a good-sized bump
on his rump, and crown. 
 
"Whats in that thing?"
 
Piccolo was in slight shock so to speak, staring at the trail of baggage. After
all, the god of earth had just, flew the coop?
 
"Hey, whered Dende go, I wanted to talk to him?"
 
"Strike!" Piccolo squeaked. Well, he didnt exactly 'squeak' so to speak. But
his voice wasnt as deep and intimidating as usual. (A/N:
RRRROOOOOOWWWWRRRRRRR!!) 
 
"Whats that mean?" asked the second only survivor of his race. 
 
"Those no more earth god."
 
Once again, Goku being Goku, my, erm, pickle ended up staring at the orange gid man for an equivalent of five minutes.
 
Gokus eyes widened, slowly, as the meaning of Pickles, er, Piccolos words, sunk in. 
 
"OH NO!" he shrieked.
 
 
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