It was just another day for Piccolo. He was picking up the marijuana that was freshly grown by Korin. Senzu beans aren't the only things he grows.
"You got my share from last week?" The talking cat reminded Piccolo.
"Right, of course." The Namekian said handing over half the profits he made last week.
"I'll tell ya, getting into this weed business was a great idea. I tried charging people for the Senzu beans once but everyone bitched about it."
"Yeah." Piccolo replied. "This is one of the only ways I can make money too. I mean, I'm a green slug man. No amount of affirmative action is going to get me a job."
"What a racist world we live in."
After that, the Namekian hid the kush in his cape and flew off. Piccolo had been selling weed for a couple of months now. Korin grows it for him and they split the profit. The Namekian was able to make somewhat of a living off of it. He just hoped that Gohan wouldn't find out. He's an adult now. But Piccolo knows that he thinks of him as a father more than his actual father. He even babysits Gohan's daughter Pan and he doesn't want to expose her to that.
In the middle of his flight, Piccolo gets a call. He opens up his flip phone and sees the name of one of his regulars on the caller I.D.
"Yeah Vegeta, I'm on my way."
"Great." The prince replied over the phone. "I watched my future son's universe get destroyed a few days ago. I need this."
"I know. That was wild."
"You weren't even there for that."
"Oh yeah."
"Anyway, just get here so I can forget about that and the fact that I couldn't even defeat an evil version of Kakarot."
"Alright."
With that, Piccolo hung up. Ever since he got Vegeta into weed, the prince seemed to be a lot calmer. He went from destroying planets to dancing around and yelling "Bingo!" to protect his family. Piccolo used to be the same way. He wanted to kill Goku and his friends, then he discovered marijuana and chilled out. His memory kind of sucks though.
Suddenly, the Namekian heard the dreaded sound of police sirens. He looked down and saw Krillin pulling someone over. He panicked for a minute, then realized that if Krillin saw that he had weed, he wouldn't be able to arrest him anyway since he already pulled over someone else. You could smoke a fat blunt in front of a cop who pulled someone else over and they wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Mr. Popo told him that. Piccolo decided to watch what was happening, but kept his energy low so Krillin wouldn't be able to sense him.
"Alright Launch, you know I have to pull you over for speeding. And I'm not gonna cut you any slack even though you're a friend." Krillin said confidently yet somewhat fearful.
The blonde Launch rolled down the window of her car thinking if only I hadn't forgotten my gun today.
"Yeah, yeah I know how fast I was goin'. And I'm surprised you haven't forgotten about me like the rest of y'all did."
Krillin suddenly got a whiff of something that smelled like a skunk.
"Hang on, what's that smell."
The blonde Launch replied nervously, "Uh, how the fuck can you smell anything? You don't have a nose."
"Apparently I have a 'physical idiosyncrasy that allows me to breathe through my skin' or whatever. Listen, I need to search your vehicle."
"Ugh…Fine." She said as she reluctantly got out of the car.
Oh shit, Krillin's searching Launch's car. Piccolo thought to himself. Huh, haven't seen her in years. I forgot all about her.
"Aha!" Krillin exclaimed pulling out a bag of weed that Launch hid in the glove compartment. "Launch, what is this?"
Krillin held the weed up to Launch's face. The smell made her sneeze and change back to the blue-haired Launch.
"W-what? You found that in my car?" The good Launch said in shock. "I've never seen that weed before in my life."
"That's what they all say." Krillin said.
"Krillin, you know it was the other me that had the weed!"
"Well I'm sorry, Launch. But as a cop, I gotta bring you in."
"Oh, alright."
Since she was too nice, the blue-haired Launch let Krillin take her away in the cop car. This gave Piccolo a sobering thought. If Krillin caught him, he could be put in jail. He had to forget about it for now. He had work to do.
"Uh, where's capsule corp? Oh yeah."