"Icky Piccy"
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Miss Sheba: Hello hello! Welcome to this lil' intro before the story! And do you know why? It's because I have a special guest! Bring her out Picci-kun!
Piccolo: *groans at the nickname and lifts the curtain to the other side of the stage**monotone voice* Here she is, the great and powerful fanfic author, Chuquita.
[Chuquita comes running out, her brown hair swishing behind her.]
Miss Sheba: Chuey!!!!
Chuquita: Sheba! Hi!
Miss Sheba: *motions to a seat next to her* Come sit ova' here, Chu-sama! Welcome to my studio!
Chuquita: *impressed* It's very nice, Sheba.
Piccolo: *grumbling* I did MOST of the work...grumble, grumble...lazy Sheba...grumble, grumble...
Miss Sheba: *dangerous voice* What was that, my little Namek slave?
Chuquita: *pales a little* Piccy's your slave??
Miss Sheba: *laughs nervously* Oh no, no. He's just here to entertain me with his lil' Namek antics. *whispers to Chu* Y'know, I'm considering replacing him with Dende 'cause that little Namek's so cute!
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Piccolo: shocked* Hey! I heard that!
Miss Sheba: *miss know-it-all* Duh, Piccolo-san. I know you have enhanced Namek hearing, right?
Piccolo: So why....?
Miss Sheba: *waves her hand at him signaling him to shut it up* I am so sorry, Chu. Pic here can be a little annoying sometimes...
Chuquita: I understand. It's okay.
Miss Sheba: *to audience* Okay, folks! This fic just happens to be about our favorite Namek Piccolo! But in not such a nice way.
Chuquita: ???
Miss Sheba: It's a Piccolo-bashing ficcy, Chu-sama.
Chuquita: *enlightened* Oh...oh! Poor Piccolo.
Miss Sheba: Don't worry, it's not like my U-G-L-Y fic.
Chuquita: I liked the second part. Very cute.
Piccolo: *chuckling to himself* Heh-heh. Vegeta in a cheerleader outfit. Now that's entertainment.
*Vegeta comes outta nowhere and bashes Piccolo's head w/ a frying pan* [I wonder who he borrowed THAT from. ^.^;;]
Piccolo: *grabs the sides of his head* Gaaaaaaah! My heeeeeead!!!!!!!
Vegeta: SERVES YOU RIGHT!!!!!!!! Baka. *skips merrily off*
Miss Sheba: O.O
Chuquita: O.O;;
Miss Sheba: *turning to Chu* And just where did HE come from??
Chuquita: *apologetic* I'm sorry. I told him a little while ago that I wasn't going to be in the Corner for today and he went ballistic.
Miss Sheba: *shocked* Is Goku okay??
Chuquita: *sweatdrop* Oh yeah, he's fine. Actually he was the only person Vegeta didn't attack today.
Miss Sheba: *Miss Cheerful again* Oh well! On w/ the story!!!
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Our beloved Namek Piccolo is pulling mean pranks on the whole Z-senshi! Will they ever be safe from this alien's boredom? Or will Piccolo get a taste of his own medicine? Find out!
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"Ahhhhh," said a very relaxed Piccolo after his meditating session. This one had been particularly successful because 1) He didn't have any "super villains bent on destroying the world" coming after him, 2) no stupid Saiyajin to bother him, and 3) Dende was on a business trip.
Yes, our good friend Piccolo was now well rested and well meditated. Except that there was just one problem. One teensy weensy tiny little problem that nagged that back of his brain like a tiny hyper Goten. And that feeling was...
"Boredom..." Piccolo said drearily. "I am soooooo bored!!"
Yes, that's right. Our Piccolo may be the most serious Z-fighter, but that doesn't mean that the Demon King doesn't need a bit of fun in his life either. Poor Piccolo! What's a Namek to do?
"I need to do something," Piccolo sighed. [A/N: I betcha he's wishing those "stupid Saiyajin" would bother him now, eh?]
However, Nameks have a great fear of boredom. For good reasons too. Y' see, if a Namek gets too bored, they start to do things. Very bad things. Very, VERY bad things. Very, VERY, VERY-
"Alright already! I think they get the point!!!"
Sorry, Piccolo. Yes Nameks do evil things when they're bored. That's why they always keep themselves doing positive things. Like planting agrissa plants, for instance.
Buuuut, since there are no agrissa plants here on Chikyuu; Piccolo here has nothing to do. Oh wait! I think he's going through the changes now!
Suddenly Piccolo sat up straight. His right eye twitched. His left eye twitched. An eeeeeevil grin spread across his face. "Time to pla-ay..." he said in a singsong voice.
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"Ha! Ha!" Vegeta, as usual was training in the gravity room. Bulma, his loving mate, was in the kitchen fixing..."lunch". Goku, Vegeta's fellow Saiyajin and big buddy, was training outside of the GR, having a grand ole' time. These three were playing out their normal lives, unknowing of the evil that was to befall them.
"Heh heh heh..." chuckled an evil-faced Piccolo. A bag of tricks on his back and a rolled up plan in his other hand. He gave a sinister looking in Goku's direction. "My first victim will be you, Son-kun," Piccolo growled with hatred, "for humiliating the Daimou, which is ME!" He reached into his bag and pulled out a machine gun-like object. "Let's see how you like my "needle-gun", Son-kun!!" he laughed maniacally. He raised the gun and shot it at the naive Saiyajin. PSHOOOOM!!!!! Thousands of sharp hospital syringes zoomed at Goku.
*Erwwww....* Goku turned around to he whistling sound behind him. "Huh? AHHHHH!" Goku screamed in terror. (And since he has such a high pitched voice, he sounded like a girl.) "B-B-B-B-BULMAAAAAA!!!!!!" he screamed as the needles which did get him bounced gently off of his Super Saiyajin skin. He was so terrified he didn't even notice.
Bulma looked at Goku in shock. "Son-kun??" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Then she noticed the needles. "Oh my Kami!!!" She quickly opened the front door, in which Goku rushed in, and closed it as a few needles hit it in a vertical line.
"Huff, huff," Goku puffed. "Thanks Bulma, that was close!" Bulma grinned. "Why thank you, Son-kun, I'm very--," Goku had fainted on the spot, "Ahh! Son-kun!!"
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"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!" Piccolo laughed from the tree he was hiding in. "Strikeout! Piccolo: 1, Son Goku: 0!!!!!" he rubbed his hands in glee. "I wonder who's next?" He caught sight of the GR. The evil grin that had escaped his face for a moment before came back in full smirkiness. "Ahhh, Vegeta. The Prince of ALL Saiyajin." Piccolo eyed the window to Vegeta's room. "Well, "prince" let's just see how "royal " you are after I post your most dreaded and private secrets on the Internet! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In three zanzokens, Piccolo was inside the ouji's room. "Heh." He looked around for the first thing on his mind. "Vegeta's diary."
Piccolo picked up the small pocket diary and proceeded to read it. "Baka," Piccolo thought, "he wrote this one in Japanese." Since Piccolo could read in Japanese, he found it easy to find the most embarrassing secret he was aiming for.
"Oh my…" Piccolo grinned with delight. 'Bingo!' he thought to himself.
"Onna! I'm hungry!!" Vegeta practically screamed throughout the Briefs household.
"Okay, Vegeta!" Bulma cried ticked off. "I'm a little busy here, though!" She had been dabbing a wet cloth on Goku's head for the past fifteen minutes. "C'mon, Son-kun," she said worried, "wake up!"
Vegeta was about to scream he was hungry again until he saw a pair of blue boots on the floor of the living room. He looked upward and saw Goku laying on his back in a dead faint and Bulma dabbing his head with a washcloth.
"What happened here?" Vegeta asked, smirking.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Don't you smirk at me, mister. Poor Son-kun." She cooed as she stroked Goku's forehead, causing Vegeta's eyes to light up with jealousy.
"Hmmpf!" Vegeta snorted. "The baka must've fainted from a BUG or something…"
"No, Vegeta, that's your department." Bulma said, sniggering. (Obviously, she remembered the Saiyajin duo's trip inside of Buu.)
Vegeta looked at her in shock. "W-who told you that??"
Bulma eyed the still faint Goku. "Goku did. I didn't know you hated bugs, Veggie-chan."
Vegeta growled. "It's not MY fault that I hate bugs! It's all Freiza's fault! And that bakayaro's "Geisha Day"." He started to grumble something about "sixed-armed men" and stalked away.
Bulma eyed him with curiosity. "I wonder…"
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Meanwhile, in Vegeta's room, Piccolo had finished pasting the juiciest parts of Vegeta's diary on his new website, Saiyajin Secrets.com.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Piccolo cackled and jumped out the window. [A/N: Why did he jump out the window? The world may never know…] Fortunately, Vegeta did not notice the creepy Namek who had just been in his room. He was too busy steaming at "Kakkarot's" gall to tell his own mate his worst fear.
"Bakayaro!!!!!" Vegeta yelled in his room. "It's not fair! Why do I have to be the ostracized one! Why must everyone pick on meeee???" He continued whining like this until he slid his hand over his computer.
His eyes lit up in surprise. "It's warm…" he said, a little uncomfortably, "That's strange. I didn't use it today…" He abruptly shook it off. "Maybe the Onna was using it." And with that, Vegeta's pity party had begun.
Bulma couldn't get the shocked look on Vegeta's face when she mentioned his fear of bugs. And "six- armed men"? It was Bulma, the most beautiful genius in the world, to the rescue!
She crept on her lab computer and turned it on. She went to www.google.com and typed in "Saiyajin fears" in the box on the search engine site. The results came up with one website that had Saiyajin in it and the rest were all about phobias.
"Hmmm," she mused, " "Saiyajin Secrets.com". How interesting."
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"Ehhh," Goku moaned while holding his head. "Man, how long have I been down here?"
"For about a hour, I should say," said a very amused Vegeta.
"Oh really?" Goku snapped. "Well maybe if you'd help me to the couch here I just might resist the urge to kick your as-
"-ssuming you could, in your current state, Kakarotto?" Vegeta interrupted, smirking [A/N: Wow, there's a lot of smirking being done here, ne?]
Goku just grinned at the smaller Saiyajin and let Vegeta help him to the couch. "Ahh, my tush is quite comfortable now. Thank you, Veggie." Goku chirped, back to his old cheerful self. Goku looked around for Bulma. "I wonder where Bul-chan is?"
"Probably building a weapon of mass destruction," Vegeta said airily, " I'm going back to the GR."
"I wanna see what Bul-chan's doin'," Goku said happily as he bounded up the stairs.
Vegeta shook his head. 'He acts like a child,' he thought smiling after the larger Saiyajin.
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"Oh my Kami…" Bulma jaw hung wide open as she read the contents on Saiyajin Secrets.com. Goku burst into the room with a big grin on his face.
"I am baaaaack!" he said, expecting Bulma to acknowledge him. His happy face turned to a confused one when she didn't.
"Bulma, what is it?"
"Son-kun, come here for a second…" she said not removing her eyes from the screen. Goku moved a little closer, nervous.
"I-is it somethin' bad?" he asked in a small voice.
Bulma's face began to go from sad to confused to amused. "You should read this, Goku." she said a smirk on her face.
Goku looked to the area on the site where she was pointing. "Six-armed men?" he asked curiously. "And what's a Geisha Day?"
Bulma turned her chair around. "Goku, someone put Vegeta's entire diary online."
"That person must have a death wish or something," Goku laughed, putting his hand behind his head in typical Son fashion.
"They sure do…Kakkarotto…" Vegeta's dangerously angry voice was heard from the doorway of Bulma's room.
"V-V-Vegeta…" Goku said frightened, "it's not what you think!"
But, it was too late. The Saiyajin prince had already readied himself to blast the computer.
Bulma planted herself between the prince and the computer. "Don't you dare, ouji."
Vegeta smirked. "I don't care. Move, Onna." The ball of ki was steadily growing in his hand.
"W-wait Veggie!" Goku said, nervous. "If you blow up this computer, then how are we gonna find out who did it?" He looked nervously from Bulma to Vegeta to Bulma again.
Vegeta lowered his hand. "You've got a point there, Kakkarotto." He sneered at the computer. "Baka machine."
Bulma cocked her head to the side. "It wouldn't matter anyways, Veggie-head. The website isn't just on this computer, it's all over the world!"
"T-the world?!" The two Saiyajin eyes' were wide as saucers. Vegeta dropped to his knees. "Nooooooooooo!!!!!! Who would wanna do this to me???"
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bulma looked out the window to the backyard. She pointed her thumb in the direction of the laugh. "Does that answer your question?"
Goku and Vegeta rushed to the window. " Piccolo?!"
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Miss Sheba: *grinning* Well that was fun.
Chuquita: *also grinning* You have got to work on that laugh, Piccolo.
Piccolo: *Mr. Meanie* SHUT UP!!!!!
Miss Sheba: Oh Piccolo, don't get yer panties/ briefs/ boxers in a bunch. It's only a story.
Piccolo: I would never throw needles as Son-kun…
Chuquita: Because…?
Piccolo: *grim* Because either Vegeta or Chi-chi would kill me. Then Son-san would come after me. Then all of the other Senshi would come after me, then the whole world---
Miss Sheba: Okay, Piccolo. We get it.
Piccolo: *ignoring her* …then all the villains in HFIL and the ones in space would come after me, then Enma would after me, then all the demons and angels would come after me…[blah, blah, blah…]
Miss Sheba: We'll see you later, everyone!!!
Chuquita: *cheerful* Bye!!
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Miss Sheba: Hello hello! Welcome to this lil' intro before the story! And do you know why? It's because I have a special guest! Bring her out Picci-kun!
Piccolo: *groans at the nickname and lifts the curtain to the other side of the stage**monotone voice* Here she is, the great and powerful fanfic author, Chuquita.
[Chuquita comes running out, her brown hair swishing behind her.]
Miss Sheba: Chuey!!!!
Chuquita: Sheba! Hi!
Miss Sheba: *motions to a seat next to her* Come sit ova' here, Chu-sama! Welcome to my studio!
Chuquita: *impressed* It's very nice, Sheba.
Piccolo: *grumbling* I did MOST of the work...grumble, grumble...lazy Sheba...grumble, grumble...
Miss Sheba: *dangerous voice* What was that, my little Namek slave?
Chuquita: *pales a little* Piccy's your slave??
Miss Sheba: *laughs nervously* Oh no, no. He's just here to entertain me with his lil' Namek antics. *whispers to Chu* Y'know, I'm considering replacing him with Dende 'cause that little Namek's so cute!
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Piccolo: shocked* Hey! I heard that!
Miss Sheba: *miss know-it-all* Duh, Piccolo-san. I know you have enhanced Namek hearing, right?
Piccolo: So why....?
Miss Sheba: *waves her hand at him signaling him to shut it up* I am so sorry, Chu. Pic here can be a little annoying sometimes...
Chuquita: I understand. It's okay.
Miss Sheba: *to audience* Okay, folks! This fic just happens to be about our favorite Namek Piccolo! But in not such a nice way.
Chuquita: ???
Miss Sheba: It's a Piccolo-bashing ficcy, Chu-sama.
Chuquita: *enlightened* Oh...oh! Poor Piccolo.
Miss Sheba: Don't worry, it's not like my U-G-L-Y fic.
Chuquita: I liked the second part. Very cute.
Piccolo: *chuckling to himself* Heh-heh. Vegeta in a cheerleader outfit. Now that's entertainment.
*Vegeta comes outta nowhere and bashes Piccolo's head w/ a frying pan* [I wonder who he borrowed THAT from. ^.^;;]
Piccolo: *grabs the sides of his head* Gaaaaaaah! My heeeeeead!!!!!!!
Vegeta: SERVES YOU RIGHT!!!!!!!! Baka. *skips merrily off*
Miss Sheba: O.O
Chuquita: O.O;;
Miss Sheba: *turning to Chu* And just where did HE come from??
Chuquita: *apologetic* I'm sorry. I told him a little while ago that I wasn't going to be in the Corner for today and he went ballistic.
Miss Sheba: *shocked* Is Goku okay??
Chuquita: *sweatdrop* Oh yeah, he's fine. Actually he was the only person Vegeta didn't attack today.
Miss Sheba: *Miss Cheerful again* Oh well! On w/ the story!!!
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Our beloved Namek Piccolo is pulling mean pranks on the whole Z-senshi! Will they ever be safe from this alien's boredom? Or will Piccolo get a taste of his own medicine? Find out!
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"Ahhhhh," said a very relaxed Piccolo after his meditating session. This one had been particularly successful because 1) He didn't have any "super villains bent on destroying the world" coming after him, 2) no stupid Saiyajin to bother him, and 3) Dende was on a business trip.
Yes, our good friend Piccolo was now well rested and well meditated. Except that there was just one problem. One teensy weensy tiny little problem that nagged that back of his brain like a tiny hyper Goten. And that feeling was...
"Boredom..." Piccolo said drearily. "I am soooooo bored!!"
Yes, that's right. Our Piccolo may be the most serious Z-fighter, but that doesn't mean that the Demon King doesn't need a bit of fun in his life either. Poor Piccolo! What's a Namek to do?
"I need to do something," Piccolo sighed. [A/N: I betcha he's wishing those "stupid Saiyajin" would bother him now, eh?]
However, Nameks have a great fear of boredom. For good reasons too. Y' see, if a Namek gets too bored, they start to do things. Very bad things. Very, VERY bad things. Very, VERY, VERY-
"Alright already! I think they get the point!!!"
Sorry, Piccolo. Yes Nameks do evil things when they're bored. That's why they always keep themselves doing positive things. Like planting agrissa plants, for instance.
Buuuut, since there are no agrissa plants here on Chikyuu; Piccolo here has nothing to do. Oh wait! I think he's going through the changes now!
Suddenly Piccolo sat up straight. His right eye twitched. His left eye twitched. An eeeeeevil grin spread across his face. "Time to pla-ay..." he said in a singsong voice.
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"Ha! Ha!" Vegeta, as usual was training in the gravity room. Bulma, his loving mate, was in the kitchen fixing..."lunch". Goku, Vegeta's fellow Saiyajin and big buddy, was training outside of the GR, having a grand ole' time. These three were playing out their normal lives, unknowing of the evil that was to befall them.
"Heh heh heh..." chuckled an evil-faced Piccolo. A bag of tricks on his back and a rolled up plan in his other hand. He gave a sinister looking in Goku's direction. "My first victim will be you, Son-kun," Piccolo growled with hatred, "for humiliating the Daimou, which is ME!" He reached into his bag and pulled out a machine gun-like object. "Let's see how you like my "needle-gun", Son-kun!!" he laughed maniacally. He raised the gun and shot it at the naive Saiyajin. PSHOOOOM!!!!! Thousands of sharp hospital syringes zoomed at Goku.
*Erwwww....* Goku turned around to he whistling sound behind him. "Huh? AHHHHH!" Goku screamed in terror. (And since he has such a high pitched voice, he sounded like a girl.) "B-B-B-B-BULMAAAAAA!!!!!!" he screamed as the needles which did get him bounced gently off of his Super Saiyajin skin. He was so terrified he didn't even notice.
Bulma looked at Goku in shock. "Son-kun??" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Then she noticed the needles. "Oh my Kami!!!" She quickly opened the front door, in which Goku rushed in, and closed it as a few needles hit it in a vertical line.
"Huff, huff," Goku puffed. "Thanks Bulma, that was close!" Bulma grinned. "Why thank you, Son-kun, I'm very--," Goku had fainted on the spot, "Ahh! Son-kun!!"
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"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!" Piccolo laughed from the tree he was hiding in. "Strikeout! Piccolo: 1, Son Goku: 0!!!!!" he rubbed his hands in glee. "I wonder who's next?" He caught sight of the GR. The evil grin that had escaped his face for a moment before came back in full smirkiness. "Ahhh, Vegeta. The Prince of ALL Saiyajin." Piccolo eyed the window to Vegeta's room. "Well, "prince" let's just see how "royal " you are after I post your most dreaded and private secrets on the Internet! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In three zanzokens, Piccolo was inside the ouji's room. "Heh." He looked around for the first thing on his mind. "Vegeta's diary."
Piccolo picked up the small pocket diary and proceeded to read it. "Baka," Piccolo thought, "he wrote this one in Japanese." Since Piccolo could read in Japanese, he found it easy to find the most embarrassing secret he was aiming for.
"Oh my…" Piccolo grinned with delight. 'Bingo!' he thought to himself.
"Onna! I'm hungry!!" Vegeta practically screamed throughout the Briefs household.
"Okay, Vegeta!" Bulma cried ticked off. "I'm a little busy here, though!" She had been dabbing a wet cloth on Goku's head for the past fifteen minutes. "C'mon, Son-kun," she said worried, "wake up!"
Vegeta was about to scream he was hungry again until he saw a pair of blue boots on the floor of the living room. He looked upward and saw Goku laying on his back in a dead faint and Bulma dabbing his head with a washcloth.
"What happened here?" Vegeta asked, smirking.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Don't you smirk at me, mister. Poor Son-kun." She cooed as she stroked Goku's forehead, causing Vegeta's eyes to light up with jealousy.
"Hmmpf!" Vegeta snorted. "The baka must've fainted from a BUG or something…"
"No, Vegeta, that's your department." Bulma said, sniggering. (Obviously, she remembered the Saiyajin duo's trip inside of Buu.)
Vegeta looked at her in shock. "W-who told you that??"
Bulma eyed the still faint Goku. "Goku did. I didn't know you hated bugs, Veggie-chan."
Vegeta growled. "It's not MY fault that I hate bugs! It's all Freiza's fault! And that bakayaro's "Geisha Day"." He started to grumble something about "sixed-armed men" and stalked away.
Bulma eyed him with curiosity. "I wonder…"
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Meanwhile, in Vegeta's room, Piccolo had finished pasting the juiciest parts of Vegeta's diary on his new website, Saiyajin Secrets.com.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Piccolo cackled and jumped out the window. [A/N: Why did he jump out the window? The world may never know…] Fortunately, Vegeta did not notice the creepy Namek who had just been in his room. He was too busy steaming at "Kakkarot's" gall to tell his own mate his worst fear.
"Bakayaro!!!!!" Vegeta yelled in his room. "It's not fair! Why do I have to be the ostracized one! Why must everyone pick on meeee???" He continued whining like this until he slid his hand over his computer.
His eyes lit up in surprise. "It's warm…" he said, a little uncomfortably, "That's strange. I didn't use it today…" He abruptly shook it off. "Maybe the Onna was using it." And with that, Vegeta's pity party had begun.
Bulma couldn't get the shocked look on Vegeta's face when she mentioned his fear of bugs. And "six- armed men"? It was Bulma, the most beautiful genius in the world, to the rescue!
She crept on her lab computer and turned it on. She went to www.google.com and typed in "Saiyajin fears" in the box on the search engine site. The results came up with one website that had Saiyajin in it and the rest were all about phobias.
"Hmmm," she mused, " "Saiyajin Secrets.com". How interesting."
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"Ehhh," Goku moaned while holding his head. "Man, how long have I been down here?"
"For about a hour, I should say," said a very amused Vegeta.
"Oh really?" Goku snapped. "Well maybe if you'd help me to the couch here I just might resist the urge to kick your as-
"-ssuming you could, in your current state, Kakarotto?" Vegeta interrupted, smirking [A/N: Wow, there's a lot of smirking being done here, ne?]
Goku just grinned at the smaller Saiyajin and let Vegeta help him to the couch. "Ahh, my tush is quite comfortable now. Thank you, Veggie." Goku chirped, back to his old cheerful self. Goku looked around for Bulma. "I wonder where Bul-chan is?"
"Probably building a weapon of mass destruction," Vegeta said airily, " I'm going back to the GR."
"I wanna see what Bul-chan's doin'," Goku said happily as he bounded up the stairs.
Vegeta shook his head. 'He acts like a child,' he thought smiling after the larger Saiyajin.
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"Oh my Kami…" Bulma jaw hung wide open as she read the contents on Saiyajin Secrets.com. Goku burst into the room with a big grin on his face.
"I am baaaaack!" he said, expecting Bulma to acknowledge him. His happy face turned to a confused one when she didn't.
"Bulma, what is it?"
"Son-kun, come here for a second…" she said not removing her eyes from the screen. Goku moved a little closer, nervous.
"I-is it somethin' bad?" he asked in a small voice.
Bulma's face began to go from sad to confused to amused. "You should read this, Goku." she said a smirk on her face.
Goku looked to the area on the site where she was pointing. "Six-armed men?" he asked curiously. "And what's a Geisha Day?"
Bulma turned her chair around. "Goku, someone put Vegeta's entire diary online."
"That person must have a death wish or something," Goku laughed, putting his hand behind his head in typical Son fashion.
"They sure do…Kakkarotto…" Vegeta's dangerously angry voice was heard from the doorway of Bulma's room.
"V-V-Vegeta…" Goku said frightened, "it's not what you think!"
But, it was too late. The Saiyajin prince had already readied himself to blast the computer.
Bulma planted herself between the prince and the computer. "Don't you dare, ouji."
Vegeta smirked. "I don't care. Move, Onna." The ball of ki was steadily growing in his hand.
"W-wait Veggie!" Goku said, nervous. "If you blow up this computer, then how are we gonna find out who did it?" He looked nervously from Bulma to Vegeta to Bulma again.
Vegeta lowered his hand. "You've got a point there, Kakkarotto." He sneered at the computer. "Baka machine."
Bulma cocked her head to the side. "It wouldn't matter anyways, Veggie-head. The website isn't just on this computer, it's all over the world!"
"T-the world?!" The two Saiyajin eyes' were wide as saucers. Vegeta dropped to his knees. "Nooooooooooo!!!!!! Who would wanna do this to me???"
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bulma looked out the window to the backyard. She pointed her thumb in the direction of the laugh. "Does that answer your question?"
Goku and Vegeta rushed to the window. " Piccolo?!"
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Miss Sheba: *grinning* Well that was fun.
Chuquita: *also grinning* You have got to work on that laugh, Piccolo.
Piccolo: *Mr. Meanie* SHUT UP!!!!!
Miss Sheba: Oh Piccolo, don't get yer panties/ briefs/ boxers in a bunch. It's only a story.
Piccolo: I would never throw needles as Son-kun…
Chuquita: Because…?
Piccolo: *grim* Because either Vegeta or Chi-chi would kill me. Then Son-san would come after me. Then all of the other Senshi would come after me, then the whole world---
Miss Sheba: Okay, Piccolo. We get it.
Piccolo: *ignoring her* …then all the villains in HFIL and the ones in space would come after me, then Enma would after me, then all the demons and angels would come after me…[blah, blah, blah…]
Miss Sheba: We'll see you later, everyone!!!
Chuquita: *cheerful* Bye!!