THIS IS SERIOUS.
EXTREMELY SERIOUS.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SERIOUS THIS IS.
Ah… you see, it IS possible to have fun I mean, intensely dramatic scenes with Piccolo, after all. It's a teeny-tiny-short buddyfic… kinda sorta…
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. If I had, I would have kidnapped Vegeta and Piccolo a long time ago!
Yum… now I want a pickle.
~*~ Hattiakourri ~*~
Pickles
He thought it was somewhat funny that despite the number of rooms that the massive Capsule Corp compound, all of them seemed to be occupied.
Some of the rooms were too busy-looking.
Some of the rooms were actually busy.
He had attempted to meditate in the pet sanctuary in the center of the compound, but the Briefs' dinosaur pets refused to stop attempting to digest his cape…
…and the water had been bleached to preserve the clarity—he had discovered this after taking a little sip which had made him queasy for an hour…
So here he was… the Capsule Corporation's Residential Kitchen.
Here, the sunlight pleasantly filtered into the room, and the water wouldn't make him sick.
So he closed his eyes, levitated into the air and drifted off into contemplation while basking under the glow of the warm, golden sunlight.
An hour later, Piccolo sensed someone enter the kitchen.
He felt out the ki of them…
Vegeta.
He didn't even bother to open his eyes. Resolving to ignore the sullen Saiyan, he focused his attentions on drifting back to his peaceful little niche.
The clinking and rattling from the fridge, however, was a little irksome.
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CRUNCH!
The noise ripped through the air, and Piccolo's eyes snapped open.
Ah, there was the culprit.
Vegeta was just sitting at the kitchen table, looking at him, his face completely deadpan.
He was sitting next to a jar of pickles.
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Disgusted by the sloppy display of eating, Piccolo decided to ignore him and try to continue meditating.
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CRUNCH!
His eyes snapped open, and he glared daggers at the devious Saiyan Prince again. Vegeta never said anything—he just sat there at the table, trying to look as innocent as a lamb.
Operative word: trying.
With a shake of his head and a reproachful glare, Piccolo settled into his meditation again.
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CRUNCH!
Piccolo then decided to refuse to acknowledge such juvenile behavior. There was no point in opening his eyes, anyway—he could envision the titanic sneer on the Saiyan's face.
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*Tick*
The irritated Namek's eyes flew open wide, burning with annoyance when he realized that the offending noise this time came from the kitchen clock. He shot Vegeta a withering glare that challenged him to make a pest of himself again.
Vegeta just gave him the look. It was that very same look of arrogance he usually wore.
Only now he was exceptionally pleased at his talents of irritation.
Piccolo settled back into his meditative calm. Or at least, it should have been a meditative calm--right now it was mostly a twitchy daze.
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Ha! The Namek mentally mused with relish. Now, for concentration…
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CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
"FINE!" The Namek hissed, storming out of the kitchen to find a place that didn't drive him insane.
Vegeta only chuckled as he dug into his sandwich. He still had the touch!
Yay! See, pickles can be fun! And I wasn't using them because of Piccolo's name, I swear! I saw a Vlasic commercial last night—the one with the lady and the glass of water… the noise scared the crap out of me, seriously. So that was the inspiration for this.
And I felt like including Piccolo in something, so there!
Vegeta: "Now that's the tastiest crunch I've ever heard!" :D
**YES, This has been freshly edited and cleaned up as of 2-26-2010. Some lines have been added, others have been rewritten. Enjoy the fresh coat of paint!**