Bwahahahaha I'm back now there shall be revenge on Mr. Green. I seriously hope you know who he is. If you do, WOOT you earn an invisible cookie. And respect. And THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS! Oh and this'll probably a type of story that has short chapters but is updated more often. Long chapters just stress me out a bit too much.

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Last time on Dragon Ball Z...

To her utmost surprised her by the fact that he turned his back to her and walked away. At that moment Naru knew that Mr. Green HAD to pay.

She whispered in a deadly tone and her eyes glinting dangerously "No one does that to Naru Namikaze."

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Naru soon followed after him but hid her presence. She had so many schemes rushing through her head and she just wanted to try them all. Yet simplicity is always better. But first she would follow and plan.

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Mr. Green walked down the path back to the cry baby was being scared shitless *hem*hem* he meant training. Nothing much as interesting as the little human girl but it didn't matter at this point. Wait. A human in the middle of a deserted forest far from even a small village. The weakling doesn't even look like it kill a bunny let alone live off the lands. Of course these thoughts never occur to Green while he was having the actually conversation with 'weakling'. It just never happens to for people to have sudden realizations of truth while they are doing something about the thing they were having realizations of truth over. If that made any sense.

Well these thoughts didn't matter anymore. It was unlikely that he was going to see the weakling again. So onward he went with only thoughts of new training for himself.

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Piccolo hardly slept and when he did it was a very light sleep that if something near him breathed the wrong breath he would be awake in an instance. He never feared his surrounding or what was happening because of these sleeping habits. And his big ears were not for just decoration, even though they looked cool, the ears could here a pin drop next door.

When Piccolo woke though he knew something was wrong. He had one of those gut feelings. Same as the day he was defeated by Goku but not quite as severe. But today was the day he had to stop scaring the shit out of the cry baby and teach him how to actually use his power. Oh joy.

Piccolo got up and flew over to where the kid's signature was and plopped himself down waiting so that he can have a surprising or grand entrance.

Okay the kid's sitting down... Time to scare him.

"Okay kid you survived this long but now the real training begins.", and he even through in a intimidating smirk at the end too.

While he said this the kid turned his head around to look at the smirking Piccolo. At the sight Gohan's eyes widened and he gaped at Green. He had a look mixed between horrified and shocked. Piccolo's smirk soon turned into a frown as he looked at the kid's expression. Yes his gut feeling was usually never wrong.

"Mis-Miste-Mister Pic-Piccolo, you might wa-want to loo-look a-at your se-self."

In Piccolos it was chaos. Thoughts of ' What's going on? What can't I see? What happened to me? What can be so disgraceful?'

Piccolo cooly walked over to the side of a nearby river and looked down. Something close to pure horror showed on his face.

The graffiti on him was all hot pink and it covered his entire green/turning purple head. A hot pink swirl decorated each of his cheeks, and at the outer side of each came out kitty whisker marks. Green also had a pair of circular glasses that were also the horrid color and above he had gotten eyebrows- or should I say eyebrow since it stretched all the way across his for head temple to temple and the line never broke. On his lips were the hot pink again and lastly on his forehead the words 'Huggy Bear' were printed.

At the end of the evaluation of his new looks he bent down and started scrubbing his face furiously, trying to get the horrid colour off.

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Naru who conveniently was at the other end of the forest at the time was laughing so hard she cried. She was getting rather tired now since she spent the night stalking hem following closely to Mr. Green. She then wondered a simple sentence that would torment that green man for a long while.

'I wonder if I should have used the normal paint instead of the chackra paint that only water jutsus can take care of.'