Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon ball Z or any other copyrighted names in
the fic.
Note: I wrote this story in 6th grade and I'm finally posting it! (Talk about procrastinating) This explains what happens to Mister Popo at the end of Dragon ball Z. It's short, but sweet. Enjoy!!!
The Many (short) Adventures of Mr. Popo
**3:00 pm somewhere in the sky**
It was a normal day in the guardian tower, Piccolo was meditating, Dende was watching Bulma shower in his crystal ball, and Mr. Popo was making dinner...or so they thought!
"Piccolo, you've got to come see this!" yelled Dende as he stood in awe at Mr. Popo dancing to Britney Spears.
Piccolo rushed into the room and after 15 minutes of dead silence while watching Mr. Popo dance, Piccolo spoke up.
"He needs a vacation, Dende"
"How about we ship him to Vegas"
"But we must disguise him, the press mustn't find out"
So it was decided, they were going to ship Mr. Popo to Vegas disguised as Chef from South Park. Since Mr. Popo refused to go along with this they knocked him out and put him in a suit case and shipped him to Las Vegas.
**2:00 am, Las Vegas**
Mr. Popo awoke in the backseat of a beat up station wagon. The driver was a long haired hippie.
"Dude! I can't believe I caught the dude from South Park!" laughed the hippie. Mr. Popo climbed out of the car window and hid in the dumpster for the rest of the night.
Morning came and he had a strong craving for a martini. Sadly, the bar he chose had just lost their Elvis impersonator and was looking for another. Before he could finish filling out the application he was hired.
They dressed him up as Elvis and Mr. Popo spent the next 6 weeks singing "Hound Dog."
One night, Mr. Popo passed out on the stage and was later thrown onto the side of the rode after a fist fight in the bar.
Luckily, a punk by the name of Wray was driving by and picked up the poor guy.
**Wray's shack**
Once again, Mr. Popo awoke to an odd surrounding. Wray was starting a new band titled % & $, and wanted Mr. Popo as the drums.
The band didn't last long, because Wray didn't have enough hair dye to live. A confused Mr. Popo ran to the nearest phone booth (10 miles away) and dialed 1800-call-att for collect calls up to 20 minutes. He then called American Idol to vote for Kelly Clarkson and at last the police.
When the policed picked him up, they thought he was the maniac who raped a tree and placed him under arrest.
**2 months later**
To sum up a long and boring story... Mr. Popo was sent to a mental place where he learned the alphabet and how to color inside the lines.
Thankfully, Dende found out, bailed him, and sent him to live with Master Roshi. There he learned origami and read pretty magazines. Master Roshi then died at the tender age of 508,984,603,410,592.
After the funeral, Mr. Popo lived with many different families and was kicked out of each one.
He decided that his wild life was over and spent the rest of his days singing Margarita-ville in the same bar of which he was Elvis. Who knows, he might still be there today.
The End
Author's note: well.....sorry if I just wasted your time, but thank you for reading it. Please review and tell me what you think. I have many other short stories about different Dragon ball Z characters.
Note: I wrote this story in 6th grade and I'm finally posting it! (Talk about procrastinating) This explains what happens to Mister Popo at the end of Dragon ball Z. It's short, but sweet. Enjoy!!!
The Many (short) Adventures of Mr. Popo
**3:00 pm somewhere in the sky**
It was a normal day in the guardian tower, Piccolo was meditating, Dende was watching Bulma shower in his crystal ball, and Mr. Popo was making dinner...or so they thought!
"Piccolo, you've got to come see this!" yelled Dende as he stood in awe at Mr. Popo dancing to Britney Spears.
Piccolo rushed into the room and after 15 minutes of dead silence while watching Mr. Popo dance, Piccolo spoke up.
"He needs a vacation, Dende"
"How about we ship him to Vegas"
"But we must disguise him, the press mustn't find out"
So it was decided, they were going to ship Mr. Popo to Vegas disguised as Chef from South Park. Since Mr. Popo refused to go along with this they knocked him out and put him in a suit case and shipped him to Las Vegas.
**2:00 am, Las Vegas**
Mr. Popo awoke in the backseat of a beat up station wagon. The driver was a long haired hippie.
"Dude! I can't believe I caught the dude from South Park!" laughed the hippie. Mr. Popo climbed out of the car window and hid in the dumpster for the rest of the night.
Morning came and he had a strong craving for a martini. Sadly, the bar he chose had just lost their Elvis impersonator and was looking for another. Before he could finish filling out the application he was hired.
They dressed him up as Elvis and Mr. Popo spent the next 6 weeks singing "Hound Dog."
One night, Mr. Popo passed out on the stage and was later thrown onto the side of the rode after a fist fight in the bar.
Luckily, a punk by the name of Wray was driving by and picked up the poor guy.
**Wray's shack**
Once again, Mr. Popo awoke to an odd surrounding. Wray was starting a new band titled % & $, and wanted Mr. Popo as the drums.
The band didn't last long, because Wray didn't have enough hair dye to live. A confused Mr. Popo ran to the nearest phone booth (10 miles away) and dialed 1800-call-att for collect calls up to 20 minutes. He then called American Idol to vote for Kelly Clarkson and at last the police.
When the policed picked him up, they thought he was the maniac who raped a tree and placed him under arrest.
**2 months later**
To sum up a long and boring story... Mr. Popo was sent to a mental place where he learned the alphabet and how to color inside the lines.
Thankfully, Dende found out, bailed him, and sent him to live with Master Roshi. There he learned origami and read pretty magazines. Master Roshi then died at the tender age of 508,984,603,410,592.
After the funeral, Mr. Popo lived with many different families and was kicked out of each one.
He decided that his wild life was over and spent the rest of his days singing Margarita-ville in the same bar of which he was Elvis. Who knows, he might still be there today.
The End
Author's note: well.....sorry if I just wasted your time, but thank you for reading it. Please review and tell me what you think. I have many other short stories about different Dragon ball Z characters.