It has been a long time since I posted or even attempted to post a fic on
Fanfiction.Net. Lots of stuff happened and I lost many of my works and I
really wasn't in the mood to write anything. However, I think I got my old
touch back with this fic, which is a prequel to one of my favorite works:
"Piccolo's World." I hope you enjoy it and I hope you're not upset that I
took so long to write a fic.
--Mr. Zombie
WARNING: MUCH LIKE THE OTHERS THERE IS STRONG LANGUAGE AND DRUG USAGE
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The Corrupt Namek
This is a time in which the Namek known only as Piccolo does not rule the planet with an iron fist and drugs. No, he is instead a drug dealer that acts like a good guy but in reality is quite corrupt. He conducts his corrupt and illegal business on the flat roof of Goku's mansion, which was given to Goku by the leader of Earth for saving the planet on numerous occasions. This is how Piccolo became the evil supreme leader of Earth and how it became Piccolo's World.
Just like in "Piccolo's World," there are people alive who should be dead and the storyline doesn't correspond with the actual series.
Chapter I
Several people had moved in with Goku which included Piccolo, Krillen, Tien, Chouzu, and his two sons Gohan and Goten. Goku's such a nice guy! Chi Chi had died in an "unfortunate" explosion caused by unknown reasons. They all knew that Piccolo lived up on the roof, but whenever any of them except Goku went up there Piccolo got pissed off and yelled at them about bothering his meditation. At least, he got mad at Gohan, Goten, and Krillen. Krillen was too afraid to say anything, but he suspected Tien and Chouzu of lying to him when they said Piccolo got pissed at them. When they came back down they weren't afraid. They seemed in a better mood. They were just. . . different. Vegeta usually stopped by and talked to Piccolo once or twice a day and only sometimes said anything to anyone else.
Today was different. Vegeta landed on the roof a FOURTH time today. The so- called Saiyajin Prince found Piccolo lying face-first on the roof and surrounded by empty bottles of vodka. His turban was next to him and his cape was gone. Vegeta knew the Namek was unconscious. Vegeta walked up to Piccolo and nudged him with his foot. There was no movement.
Vegeta thought the Namek must have killed himself, but then he saw movement. Piccolo's hand had moved. Vegeta then shook him hard for several minutes until Piccolo's incredibly bloodshot eyes opened.
"Where the hell am I?" the Namek asked in a tired and drunk voice. He was about to pass out again when Vegeta shook him some more.
"Wake up, Namek," Vegeta ordered.
Piccolo moved his head and looked up at Vegeta with wide eyes. "It's fuckin BRIGHT!" he exclaimed, and passed out.
Vegeta sighed and shook him some more. "Wake up you damn red-eyed demon."
Once again Piccolo awoke, but his eyes were barely open. He had that same drunken voice: "It's time for revenge."
Vegeta looked at him confused. "What are you talking about, Namek?"
"Goku. . . he killed my father! Vengeance will be mine!"
Piccolo stood up but couldn't stand still. He staggered around Vegeta endlessly. Vegeta just watched until Piccolo suddenly grabbed Vegeta's right shoulder and shouted, "Don't you see! That Monkey is responsible for my misery! All fucking Monkeys must fucking hang!"
Vegeta saw Monkey as a racist term and became angry. "Watch your mouth, Namek."
"Oh, that's right. You're a Monkey too." Piccolo let go of him and asked, "What do you want?"
Vegeta ignored the first comment and replied, "I need some Namek Grass."
"Of course! Why would I even bother to ask?"
Piccolo pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket. It was the equivalent of ten bucks worth. "I'll hook you up with this nice bag for sixty bucks. That's a discount for my best customer."
Vegeta couldn't sense the corruption going on. "I knew I could count on you, Piccolo. I appreciate it."
The Saiyajin handed Piccolo the cash and Piccolo handed him the weed. "Enjoy your Namek Grass, Monkey."
"What did I just---"
"Shut the fuck up," Piccolo ordered. The Namek may have been standing in one place, but he was wobbling like hell.
Vegeta clenched his fists. "You're lucky you caught me in a good mood, you drunk Namekian prick! I should call you Prickolo!"
Piccolo suddenly grabbed Vegeta by the shirt collar. His voice was of pure evil: "Listen up you fucking filthy Monkey. You are fucking worthless without me. I say whatever the fuck I want to you. I CONTROL you. You don't say ANYTHING you think will offend me. Got it?"
Vegeta felt a bit worried. Piccolo supplied him. He didn't like it, but he complied. "Yeah, sure. Got it."
Piccolo let go of his shirt. "Good, now go home to that blue-haired bitch of yours and have a good time with your Namek Grass."
"Hey! Don't talk about my wife like that you---"
"What the FUCK did I just say?"
Vegeta sighed. "Sorry."
"Good, now get out of here you inferior Monkey."
The Saiyajin had never felt angrier in his life. He wanted to tear Piccolo's head off so bad. Unfortunately, that would mean no weed, and Piccolo had the best stuff around. Vegeta decided to fly off and smoke his anger away. Besides, he had a nice jar of grape jelly waiting for him.
Once Vegeta was gone Piccolo passed out again.
***
Meanwhile, in a city somewhere else. . . .
Cell stood at a street corner with a joint in his mouth and had been spending the day ripping off little kids with his Namek Grass Piccolo told him to sell when Tien and Chouzu arrived.
"Looks like you're out of the good stuff," Tien said. "We just spoke to Mr. Piccolo. He says you're being too lenient on these kids."
"Selling 15 bucks worth for 50 too lenient?" Cell asked.
"That's what the boss says," Chouzu replied.
"Exactly," Tien said. "Mr. Piccolo is angry that you're practically giving the stuff away for free."
"How is that like giving it up for free? I'm ripping them off like hell!"
"Mr. Piccolo is tired of resupplying you. He wanted you to sell ten bucks worth for 80."
Cell's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?! I know this stuff is good, but---"
"Are you questioning Mr. Piccolo?" Chouzu asked.
"No, of course not," Cell replied.
"Good. Take these." Tien pulled out two good sized bags of weed from his pockets and handed them to Cell. "Mr. Piccolo expects more money. Make it happen."
Cell nodded. "It will."
Tien and Chouzu left to leave Cell to the business and report back to Piccolo. Piccolo had a nice, corrupt business going on. At this point Piccolo never imagined he would rule the Earth. No one did.
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Well, what'd you think? Reviews would be excellent. They are great encouragement. Also, I'd also like to suggest you guys read fics by The Dbz Dealer. They are well-written fics!
--Mr. Zombie
WARNING: MUCH LIKE THE OTHERS THERE IS STRONG LANGUAGE AND DRUG USAGE
***
The Corrupt Namek
This is a time in which the Namek known only as Piccolo does not rule the planet with an iron fist and drugs. No, he is instead a drug dealer that acts like a good guy but in reality is quite corrupt. He conducts his corrupt and illegal business on the flat roof of Goku's mansion, which was given to Goku by the leader of Earth for saving the planet on numerous occasions. This is how Piccolo became the evil supreme leader of Earth and how it became Piccolo's World.
Just like in "Piccolo's World," there are people alive who should be dead and the storyline doesn't correspond with the actual series.
Chapter I
Several people had moved in with Goku which included Piccolo, Krillen, Tien, Chouzu, and his two sons Gohan and Goten. Goku's such a nice guy! Chi Chi had died in an "unfortunate" explosion caused by unknown reasons. They all knew that Piccolo lived up on the roof, but whenever any of them except Goku went up there Piccolo got pissed off and yelled at them about bothering his meditation. At least, he got mad at Gohan, Goten, and Krillen. Krillen was too afraid to say anything, but he suspected Tien and Chouzu of lying to him when they said Piccolo got pissed at them. When they came back down they weren't afraid. They seemed in a better mood. They were just. . . different. Vegeta usually stopped by and talked to Piccolo once or twice a day and only sometimes said anything to anyone else.
Today was different. Vegeta landed on the roof a FOURTH time today. The so- called Saiyajin Prince found Piccolo lying face-first on the roof and surrounded by empty bottles of vodka. His turban was next to him and his cape was gone. Vegeta knew the Namek was unconscious. Vegeta walked up to Piccolo and nudged him with his foot. There was no movement.
Vegeta thought the Namek must have killed himself, but then he saw movement. Piccolo's hand had moved. Vegeta then shook him hard for several minutes until Piccolo's incredibly bloodshot eyes opened.
"Where the hell am I?" the Namek asked in a tired and drunk voice. He was about to pass out again when Vegeta shook him some more.
"Wake up, Namek," Vegeta ordered.
Piccolo moved his head and looked up at Vegeta with wide eyes. "It's fuckin BRIGHT!" he exclaimed, and passed out.
Vegeta sighed and shook him some more. "Wake up you damn red-eyed demon."
Once again Piccolo awoke, but his eyes were barely open. He had that same drunken voice: "It's time for revenge."
Vegeta looked at him confused. "What are you talking about, Namek?"
"Goku. . . he killed my father! Vengeance will be mine!"
Piccolo stood up but couldn't stand still. He staggered around Vegeta endlessly. Vegeta just watched until Piccolo suddenly grabbed Vegeta's right shoulder and shouted, "Don't you see! That Monkey is responsible for my misery! All fucking Monkeys must fucking hang!"
Vegeta saw Monkey as a racist term and became angry. "Watch your mouth, Namek."
"Oh, that's right. You're a Monkey too." Piccolo let go of him and asked, "What do you want?"
Vegeta ignored the first comment and replied, "I need some Namek Grass."
"Of course! Why would I even bother to ask?"
Piccolo pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket. It was the equivalent of ten bucks worth. "I'll hook you up with this nice bag for sixty bucks. That's a discount for my best customer."
Vegeta couldn't sense the corruption going on. "I knew I could count on you, Piccolo. I appreciate it."
The Saiyajin handed Piccolo the cash and Piccolo handed him the weed. "Enjoy your Namek Grass, Monkey."
"What did I just---"
"Shut the fuck up," Piccolo ordered. The Namek may have been standing in one place, but he was wobbling like hell.
Vegeta clenched his fists. "You're lucky you caught me in a good mood, you drunk Namekian prick! I should call you Prickolo!"
Piccolo suddenly grabbed Vegeta by the shirt collar. His voice was of pure evil: "Listen up you fucking filthy Monkey. You are fucking worthless without me. I say whatever the fuck I want to you. I CONTROL you. You don't say ANYTHING you think will offend me. Got it?"
Vegeta felt a bit worried. Piccolo supplied him. He didn't like it, but he complied. "Yeah, sure. Got it."
Piccolo let go of his shirt. "Good, now go home to that blue-haired bitch of yours and have a good time with your Namek Grass."
"Hey! Don't talk about my wife like that you---"
"What the FUCK did I just say?"
Vegeta sighed. "Sorry."
"Good, now get out of here you inferior Monkey."
The Saiyajin had never felt angrier in his life. He wanted to tear Piccolo's head off so bad. Unfortunately, that would mean no weed, and Piccolo had the best stuff around. Vegeta decided to fly off and smoke his anger away. Besides, he had a nice jar of grape jelly waiting for him.
Once Vegeta was gone Piccolo passed out again.
***
Meanwhile, in a city somewhere else. . . .
Cell stood at a street corner with a joint in his mouth and had been spending the day ripping off little kids with his Namek Grass Piccolo told him to sell when Tien and Chouzu arrived.
"Looks like you're out of the good stuff," Tien said. "We just spoke to Mr. Piccolo. He says you're being too lenient on these kids."
"Selling 15 bucks worth for 50 too lenient?" Cell asked.
"That's what the boss says," Chouzu replied.
"Exactly," Tien said. "Mr. Piccolo is angry that you're practically giving the stuff away for free."
"How is that like giving it up for free? I'm ripping them off like hell!"
"Mr. Piccolo is tired of resupplying you. He wanted you to sell ten bucks worth for 80."
Cell's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?! I know this stuff is good, but---"
"Are you questioning Mr. Piccolo?" Chouzu asked.
"No, of course not," Cell replied.
"Good. Take these." Tien pulled out two good sized bags of weed from his pockets and handed them to Cell. "Mr. Piccolo expects more money. Make it happen."
Cell nodded. "It will."
Tien and Chouzu left to leave Cell to the business and report back to Piccolo. Piccolo had a nice, corrupt business going on. At this point Piccolo never imagined he would rule the Earth. No one did.
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Well, what'd you think? Reviews would be excellent. They are great encouragement. Also, I'd also like to suggest you guys read fics by The Dbz Dealer. They are well-written fics!