A Typical Day For Piccolo
"A Typical Day for Piccolo: A Humorous Fic"
By Irus Sendai
The Story Begins
One day as Piccolo was flying to his favorite training area he saw
Vageta sitting there on a stump. With no reason what so ever for being
there the Sejin Prince seemed even more pathetic than usual. Piccolo
easily made the connection that Bulma had thrown him out again. Not being
in much of a hurry and in desperate need of a bit of entertainment he flew
down to great the obviously steamed Sejin.
"Not a word, green man." Vageta growled under his breath as
Piccolo landed in front of him.
Piccolo couldn't help but laugh. "What did you do this time, oh
king..."
"PRINCE!!!!"
Piccolo sighed, "~Prince~ Of Sejins."
"None of your business!!!" Vageta yelled and stood up in a
sharp and threatening way.
"I bet ya blew up the house again. Didn't ya?" Piccolo
said with a laugh and knowing that this would soon lead to a fight. That
was fine with him though, he needed a sparring partner!
"Gurr," Vageta said as he crossed his arms and turned his
back to him. "Why do you care?"
"I don't really. I just need a good laugh."
Vageta sighed. "If I tell you will you promise to do some thing for
me?"
Piccolo hesitated but shrugged remembering that what ever it was it
was probably lame.
"Good," Vageta said with a sinister laugh and rubbed his
palms together.
Piccolo got nervous.
"Well, Namek," Vageta said "If you really must know I
was kicked out because I have a slight gamboling problem.... I kinda lost
the deed to our house, the dog, $6,000, and the big screen TV."
The Nail part of Piccolo stared cracking up and Piccolo struggled to
only let out a HIGHLY amused grin. "The dog, huh? I didn't know that you
had a dog." he said.
Vageta shrugged "We don't anymore... Now about that
favor..."
"What do I have to blow up?" Piccolo asked rolling his eyes.
"You don't have to blow anything to smithereens! All I want
you to do is..."
Piccolo prepared himself for lame-o central.
"Play a game of poker with me!" Vageta finished.
-----------(*BEEP* BEEP* WARNING LAM-O- MELTDOWN!)------------
Piccolo did a double take and then just stared for a bit. "YOU WANT ME
TO ~WHAT~?!" He asked being totally disgusted with the man.
"Sit! We have a game to play!" Vageta said and took a seat on
the grass as he pulled a deck of cards excitedly out of his pocket.
"You have GOT to be kidding." Piccolo mumbled and took a seat
as well.
"A prince does not kid." Vageta said in his usual gruff tone
and expertly shuffled the deck.
"I don't even have anything to bet!" Piccolo pleaded.
"And I am NOT playing strip poker."
"Hey, Just do what I always do then." Bagets said and handed
some cards. "Bet everyone else's stuff." Vageta said
and examined his hand.
Piccolo not ever even touching a deck of cards before slowly picked
them up and tried to guess what they meant. "So, how do you play this
sickening game?" he asked him.
Vageta shrugged "I don't know! No one does, idiot! The
important thing is to look like you know what you are doing! Hey lets make
some bets!"
"You are sad...." Piccolo said searching for a better word "just sad."
"I bet... uh," Vageta said as he wildly looked about then he
spotted a bird above them. Immediately, he shot it out of the air and it
landed right between them. "This slightly dead pet bird!" he
announced proudly.
"Uh, yeah... that's nice." Piccolo said and picked up a jagged pebble
from behind him. "I bet this rock."
"Oh," Vageta said and ripped up a clump of the grass."I bet this chunk
of grass then! HA!"
Piccolo for some strange reason was starting to get into this game. This
disturbed him greatly.
"Then I bet this tree!" the Namek shot back and ran over and
pulled a huge elm out of the ground roots and all and plopped it in front
of Vageta.
"Now you're gettin it!" the excited Sejin said to the Namek. "I bet
this woods!"
"That's will be nice!" Piccolo cried "When I win!!! I bet your car!"
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An hour later, just as the two were about to bet Bulma's bra Gohan
flew up wondering what all the noise was.
"Guys..." Gohan slowly and cautiously said. "Are you
two drunk again?"
Vageta reached over and grabbed Gohan by the coller and plopped him
down on top of the tree, rock, car, grass, slightly dead pet bird, some ABC
gum....and anything else you could possibly imagine.
"Hey!" Gohan whined and pleadingly looked up to Piccolo for
help
"Sit still, loot!" Piccolo commanded the child.
Gohan glanced around nervously and then sighed. There was only one thing
left to do in a situations like these.
Gohan whipped out his cell phone from a back pocket and began to dial 911.
"Hello?" The person on the other line asked and then
recognized the number on the tracer. "Man, not you again!" he
sighed. "Alright, where are the those two messed up aliens this
time......"
