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Goku's yell echoed throughout the lookout. Then throughout the countryside. Then throughout the world. Then throughout the galaxy.
Piccolo had had his ears covered for the last 5 minutes. Not surprisingly he was getting rather quite irritated. It didn't help his mood with the dramatic pose Goku was in, either. (A/N: ooooooeeeee, Piccolo's touché)
Apparently living with his wife, the soap opera queen herself, had 'rubbed' off on him. He was on his knees; his upper body straight and his head bent all the way back. His arms were raised toward the ceiling. His mouth was open as the 'o' in 'no' was carried on insistently.
Oh yes, grassman (A/N: o.O) was definitely in a foul mood now.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKKKUUUUUUUU!!!"
This was the ferocious yell that echoed throughout the lookout. Then throughout the countryside. Then throughout the world. Then throughout the galaxy.
The Saiyan stopped instantly, scratching the back of his head in that irritating matter.
My green giant growled, standing up straight after removing his hands from his ears. He crossed his arms over tight, muscular biceps. (A/N: *drool*) A smug smirk crossed his sharp, stone features.
"No need for unnecessary screaming, for I, Piccolo Daemon(SP?), will be here to watch over the earth. For the earth, has people, and these people, live on the earth. For without these people, earth would not be, and without earth, people would not be. The earth must be looked over, cared for as Popo's flowers. So I, Piccolo Daemon(SP?), will watch over the earth, take over as Kami. So that the earth, will be safe, so that the people would be safe."
Goku blinked several times, letting my aloe vera plant's words sink in.
Another unnecessarily long 'no' reverbrated for another 5 minutes. The scream was desperate, helpless, horrified. The place shook. Echo went throughout the lookout. Then throughout the countryside. Then throughout the world. Then throughout the galaxy.
My Piccy was hunched over in pain, his sexy strong hands covering his lovable elf ears, for this he hadn't expected.
Goku stopped, then after two minutes realized what he'd done, and sweat dropped, scratching the back of his head. (A/N: *breaks pencil in hand*)
"Erm, sorry Piccolo."
Piccolo growled, low. Lower than Dende had with his paycheck. Lower than that. He was pissed now.
"Heh, heh..."
Goku, being Goku, moved his hand to the back of his head, scratching it in that habit-forming manner.
Piccolo growled again.
"Sorry..."
"Never mind," hissed the NOW only Namek on earth.
Goku smiled, innocently, surprisingly. Or not....
"Just see if I do anything for you ever again," was the grumble from green man.
The Saiyan smiled nervously. Scratching the back of his head again. (A/N: *two pencils are now snapped in half*)
"But what are we gonna do noooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww?" the incessant whining continued.
Piccolo stiffened, he WAS NOT supposed to be treated this way. His contract said so.
Somewhere in the universe, a figure approached a bar. The building was rather run down, one window incased in brick showed shadows that was the happenings of the insides. The glass was yellow, and the only thing on that side of the wall.
Piano music from the 1800's echoed from far off in the night silence. Cheers and yells were heard, followed by more of the same thing. The figure watched two figures in the window attacked each other, one had jumped on the other sending both of them rolling to the left of the window, behind the brick. A bottle was seen taking air through the range of sight the window gave. If you assumed glass, you were right, for the shattering was heard as it hit the ground.
A figure was seen suddenly getting bigger in the yellow window. It crashed through, landing on the ground.
The centaur was rolled onto his back. Holding up a glass that was nearly empty, the reeking smell of alcohol, not only from him, but also from the building, filled the all ready dirty air.
A hiccup was heard.
He lifted his head up, turning his blurry and intoxicated attention toward the figure.
"Smore pees?"
His eyes rolled back, and his head hit the ground, his arm, which had the empty glass in it, fell down beside him.
Several more cheers were heard from inside.
The figure could be seen shaking their head. Walking toward the window, the light cased the gender on the figure.
She stepped through.
A sleek black bodysuit hugged her curves. High, metal-soled boots, knee high, covered her feet and thighs. Black gloves as sleek as her clothes covered delicate looking hands. Her head was free of any sort of covering. Black blue cat like ears, that had a shine, were at the top of her head toward the side. Navy blue hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, her bangs hanging in curves around her human face. Chestnut brown eyes, almond shape and slanted, stared out from a furry face the color of her ears. The pupils were not slits though, they were round and human. Her nose was human too, there was also the lack of whiskers. Her lips were a luscious black; they were full, giving her a delicious pout. (A/N: i don't lean that way, but the guys who are reading this can insert 'drool' here)
Her eyes searched the bar, her ears perked as her attention was drawn toward the loudest part of the room.
In a corner, surrounding a very large table, were a variety of creatures. All drunk from the looks of it. She walked over, her eyes scanning all of them.
"Nnnndd's, gerts mis..."
One of the creatures, tall, thin, and purple, with very smooth features, lacking in pores, (A/N: no acne, lucky alien) its head had suddenly dropped. Making a 'clonk' on the ground. His glass, which she assumed had alcohol in it, came crashing down as well; his arms swung to the ground, glass shattering.
Several cheers rang through the tables, as they all gulped down their mugs of beer.
Two more creatures, short and looking like rocks, both gray, whirled their heads around and threw-up to the side of them.
Three more creatures, fell off their chairs laughing, all of them tulip flowers?
"Arspentar!"
A hiccup was heard.
The old, obese male looked up from the mug he was wiping with a dirty, yellow cloth. He had six arms, resembling a beetle slightly. Her wore a wife beater, and a yellow, dirty looking apron.
"Smore ascolol."
The bartender growled, preparing a round of drinks.
The woman approached the table, going unnoticed by its inhabitants. Spotting the only Namek of the group, she took slow steps toward him.
When the young Namek was yanked by the shoulder, he turned around, avoiding his attention to the dancing cactus that was on the table.
"Swhat?"
He hiccupped again.
She didn't answer, only crossing her arms and glaring at him.
He stood up, barely, and got in her face, being somewhat taller than her.
He squinted heavily, till his eyes were slits.
"Sar yous mi muder?"
She blinked, scrunching her nose up as the smell of alcohol was heavy on his breath. It didn't help either that their nose's were touching.
"Dende?" came her voice.
It wasn't very polite, but very demanding. Also loud like that of a general's.
"Sut, sup onnna."
Her eyes widened, then she glared again, this time growling deep in her throat, sounding like a tiger.
"Sssssssthand, still *hiccup* woman."
The Namek started wobbling on his legs.
"Dende, you don't have a mother, remember?"
Despite her voice, she was rather patient.
He scrunched his whole face up this time.
"Yyyyyessssssssssth, yi dddddddddoooooo."
He wobbled some more.
"Sssssssere."
He pointed toward the bar counter. There, toward the corner, was a rotting cactus.
Shaking her head, and sighing, she prepared to do the job she came to do.
"Dende-sama, I know all of you are over-worked and under-paid. I can't change that. But I'm going to have to arrest you."
Dende stumbled back, and then landed on his back on the table. More cheers were heard as they gulped down more beer.
"Usssssder's hoe's, thority?"
Rolling her eyes, she pulled a wallet type thing from her bodysuit. (A/N: i have no idea where that came from)
Opening it, she showed a badge. From the information it showed, besides her sex, name, ID number, and picture, which showed her with a gun in one hand, pointing toward the picture apparently threatening the cameraman, had the abbreviation 'U. D. O. C'.
"Universal Department Of Control."
She glared at him, again.
"Oeeeeeesss."
He blinked several times.
"Swhat foreeeeeeee?"
"Vandalism..."
"TA WHO?"
The shout had been a surprise, as it had come from the crowd of 'Kamis on Strike'.
"The Supreme Ki."
"We ane eva dun uthin ta him."
Another hiccup was heard from someone else.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really, you guys toilet papered and shaving creamed his palace. Not to mention the different colored spray painted logo of 'Screw U' on his walls."
The woman was unmoving.
"We'sssss redacoratin."
"Oh no, I ain't believin that one."
Dende suddenly perked up.
"Owe yi emper ew."
His body wavered for he sat up too quickly.
She fell over anime-style.
"Ore's Seeeeeeeaaaaaa."
She huffed.
"Yes Dende, I'm Sea. I'm glad you remembered me. Now as I was saying, you're under arrest for the vandalism of the Supreme Ki's palace, disturbing the peace, T.U.I.,
"BEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!"
She was startled when Dende suddenly did a back flip from the table and landed steadily on the ground.
"Areoooooke!"
He hiccupped again.
"WHAT!"
The Cat woman was starting to get impatient.
The table cheered. There was suddenly a mob of the 'Kamis on Strike' and they ran her over on their way toward the stage. Which she had just now noticed.
She yelped when she hit the floor.
She blinked in surprise. Then scowling, she picked herself up off the floor.
She face-faulted when disco music started to play.
Five of the Kamis, Dende included, started dancing unsteadily on stage.
Piccolo was about to walk away, to go sulk at the fact that nobody seemed to like him again, stopped when he heard a feminine...
"YuuuuuuuHooooooooo!"
Goku's attention was suddenly grabbed toward the entrance of the palace.
A thin male, with lavender skin color, sauntered into the palace. His eyes bugged out, and his lips puckered up.
"Oh my," he said, his hand coming to his mouth.
Piccolo's own eyes bugged out.
"What the..."
"Oh, Heeethen, I didn't know you were here."
Mr. Popo had conveniently come from wherever he had been, in time to interrupt what my spinach man had been about to say.
"Popo?!" exclaimed the man, his eyes getting watery.
Heeethen, ran up to genie, hugging him. One foot coming up to pointed toes like a ballerina.
Piccolo looked confused, and Goku, being Goku, had no idea what was going on, what-so-ever.
"Heeethen, are you alright?"
Dramatically, he brought a wrist to his forehead, and like a ballerina, began flouncing over toward my green leaf.
"Oh, it's horrible Popo."
He leaned up against my green lollipop.
"I'm sorry to inform you Heeethen, but he's Namek."
Heeethen suddenly looked depressed.
"It's always the good ones, isn't it?"
My M&M turned even greener, backing away from the male as realization dawned on him.
He felt, violated.
"Anyway," began Heeethen, "It seems this strike is a bit more, how should I say, serious than the last. Seems earth's little 'Kami'," Heeethen got a bit dreamy eyed, "Has, how should I say, dug himself rather deep."
"What do you mean?" asked Popo.
"Well, from the ear full I got from the Supreme Ki, it appears he toilet papered his palace. He, and what appears to be the rest of his little group, also spray painted, in an array of colors, 'Screw U' on his walls."
Piccolo suddenly returned to normal.
"Dude, you mean baby slug actually trashed the Supreme Ki's palace?"
The room suddenly fell silence, except for the excessive blinking.
"Never knew he had it in him."
My weed (A/N: o.O) shook his head in disbelief.
"Um, guys, I'm confused."
Heeethen's attention was suddenly turned to the naive Son.
He made a purring noise.
"Sorry my friend, married."
Heeethen pouted, the genie was ruining his visit.
"So what do we do till then?" asked Popo.
Heeethen suddenly became glum, he then straightened into a military position.
"I'm afraid we're sending replacements," he said with a monotone.
"And that's bad?" growled my pea pod. (A/N: no ideas you pervs)
Heeethen turned to him, his eyes watery once again.
"It's a shame to lose you before we got to know each other. I'm sorry my Piccy-chan."
As a tear fell to the floor, burning through it like acid, Heeethen disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Now I feel violated," squeaked my moss mass in a small voice.
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