Piccolo sat across from Gohan in the restaurant rather embarrassed by how
much the younger saiyan could eat, that and the fact that everyone was
practically staring at them - well wouldn't you? A tall green girl sitting
across from a guy who can eat a zillion times his own weight, believe me
you'd stare. The plates were stacked high at their table waiters and
waitresses complained but were well aware that their job was a stake, so
they just smiled. Well, um hmm, there goes Gohan again getting some more
food.
"Hey baby. What are you doing with such a dork face like that moron?" a tall black guy, who had bulging muscles, a mowhawk and was obviously a biker. He was standing in the front of the booth she was in, making it impossible for escape - for the biker that is. "The name's Drobey. How about you sweet thing?"
Piccolo rolled her eyes and looked out the window, "You will call me Ma Junior. And as for your first question I don't answer to bull headed freaks." Everyone, but Gohan, was watching.
Drobey laughed, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I forgot you girls don't like people who come on to you too fast." He sat down next to the vexed namekian and put an arm around her shoulder. "So babe wanna ditch the skinny biker wanna be and go round town with me on by hog?"
Piccolo growled then said without looking at him, in a calm controlled voice, "Number 1, I don't like people who put arms around me and call me 'babe' without permission." She took his arm and flung it off her, "Number 2, I don't know who you are, but I what I do know is that if you don't leave this restaurant by the time I count to 3 and NEVER come back again. . . . well things won't be pretty."
The biker laughed some more, "Man you crack me up Ma Junior."
"1. . . . ."
"I almost believed you there, sweetheart."
"2. . . . ."
"Come on babe I know you want me." and with that he kissed (A/N: eeeewww!!!) her on the cheek.
"3. . . . ." Piccolo stood up and lifted Drobey, by his throat, clear off the floor. "I gave you a chance to leave, but no you wanted to aggravate me." she tightened the grip on his throat, "Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you some manners." She punched him in the gut with her other arm and then him hard in the groin, she let go of his throat and watched as he slumped helplessly onto the floor withering in pain. "Now go before I pound the living shit outta you." Piccolo spat in Drobey's face and kicked him in the gut.
The biker crawled out on his stomach groaning and moaning and was gone out the door. When Drobey was gone everyone started cheering and clapping for the namekian who defeated the less than strong biker. Piccolo sat down, crossed her legs and arms then awaited for her date to come back.
"You know Piccolo you didn't have to be so subtle with that baka, you could've beat the living shit outta him if you wanted to, I wouldn't have objected." Gohan said as he returned from buffet line, plate packed with food.
"Feh, now you tell me. Are you done yet?" Piccolo said irritably.
"Just about. . . ." Gohan didn't eat his food, nope, he inhaled it, "Okay let's go."
The unlikely duo got up just as a short fat middle aged man came scurrying up to them, "Excuse me but I'm the manager of this restaurant, Mr. MacSasvey but you may all me Harvey, are you the one who beat up Drobey?" he asked Piccolo.
"Yeah. Why do you ask?" the namekian said.
The manager smiled, grabbed Piccolo's hand and shook it vigorously, "Oh thank you thank you thank you!! I've been having trouble with that man ever since I opened! He was always scaring away all our female customers! Thank you!" Harvey turned to Gohan, "This must be your boyfriend! Nice to meet you!" he shook hands with the demi-saiyan.
"Well actually he's not my - " Piccolo began but was interrupted by Harvey.
"I'm am so happy you got rid of that biker that from now on every time either of you come here I will not charge you the bill! No siree, you can have parties here for free as well if you want. And I am also going to give you a something! Go outside and wait for me, I'll be right out!" Harvey said before walking out into a door with a 'Employees only'.
Piccolo turned to Gohan, "Might as well see what it is." The two exited the but not before receiving approving and admiring looks from the staff and some customers.
"I wonder what he's gonna give you." The demi-saiyan said.
Piccolo shrugged, "Better be something worth waiting for."
"Well it is!" Harvey said cheerfully as he rolled out a brand new sweet looking hovercycle, "This is for you. And these too." he said pulling out an envelope and handing it to Piccolo, "Now I must get back to my business. Thank you and come again." He went into the building and disappeared from sight.
"Cool. Man I'd kill for a bike like this." Gohan said examining the hovercycle.
"Then you can have it. I don't know how to ride a bike." Piccolo replied she opened the envelope there were two tickets inside it, "Spenser's Carnival FunTime, it opens in 15 minutes."
"Sounds cool. Wanna go?"
Piccolo shrugged, "Why not?"
Gohan smiled and hopped on the hoverbike, "Come on I'll drive. Don't worry I have a license!" he added seeing a skittish look on the namekian's face.
{Pros of letting the twerp drive. . . . . . . . . Cons of letting the twerp drive, we might crash, I might die of fright, I might die, I might get hurt, I'll be traumatized, the list goes on.} After a minute or so of weighing out which the pros and cons of letting Gohan drive Piccolo sighed, jumped in the back and wrapped her arms tightly around the halfling. "Hold on tight." Piccolo immediately regretted trusting the demi-saiyan as they reached mach 8 in a matter of milliseconds.
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"Hey Piccolo. You're looking a little pale. . . . are you okay?" Gohan said when he parked the hoverbike.
A little pale was a major understatement. The poor namekian was sweat drenched, her hair was in a huge mess and she was literally as white as snow, and not to mention the fact that she was shaking violently. "M. . . m. . . . me. . . . f. . . fine." She got up on wobbly legs and looked like she was in danger of falling over. "Me. . . fine." Her voice sounded squeaky her eyes were huge and frightened. She was still getting over the fact that they had ran 11 red lights, made at least 4 10 car pileups, 2 8 car pile ups, had 10 police cars chasing them, nearly crashed 100 zilllion times, ran over countless squirrels, rats, etc. and to top it all off she didn't even had a helmet on. I'm surprised she didn't die out of fright.
"No you aren't fine. Come on lets sit down you're look a bit shaken up." (A/N: A 'bit' shaken up? For the love of gawd she's on the verge of passing out!!) Gohan half carried half dragged the frightened maiden up to a bench and sat.
"I 'm fine. . . . let's go to the carnival now okay?" Piccolo's voice was shaky and she felt like crying.
"Okay. But first let me comb your hair." Gohan looked inside the pink purse and sure enough there was brush that belonged to his mother. He combed Piccolo's hair and calmed the distraught namek by talking soothingly to her, he did her hair in a braid. "Okay let's go now."
Piccolo got up and leaned a bit on the demi-saiyan who didn't mind one bit, and the two entered the carnival.
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My mind is all a twitter.
I'm running out of ideas. Okay I'm doing this contest for another of my other fics, so I thought I'd do that contest in this fic too. I'm going to give you the chance to write up the next chapter, just leave your email address and I'll send you the info you will need. Thank you. Thanks for all you fateful reviewers.
"Hey baby. What are you doing with such a dork face like that moron?" a tall black guy, who had bulging muscles, a mowhawk and was obviously a biker. He was standing in the front of the booth she was in, making it impossible for escape - for the biker that is. "The name's Drobey. How about you sweet thing?"
Piccolo rolled her eyes and looked out the window, "You will call me Ma Junior. And as for your first question I don't answer to bull headed freaks." Everyone, but Gohan, was watching.
Drobey laughed, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I forgot you girls don't like people who come on to you too fast." He sat down next to the vexed namekian and put an arm around her shoulder. "So babe wanna ditch the skinny biker wanna be and go round town with me on by hog?"
Piccolo growled then said without looking at him, in a calm controlled voice, "Number 1, I don't like people who put arms around me and call me 'babe' without permission." She took his arm and flung it off her, "Number 2, I don't know who you are, but I what I do know is that if you don't leave this restaurant by the time I count to 3 and NEVER come back again. . . . well things won't be pretty."
The biker laughed some more, "Man you crack me up Ma Junior."
"1. . . . ."
"I almost believed you there, sweetheart."
"2. . . . ."
"Come on babe I know you want me." and with that he kissed (A/N: eeeewww!!!) her on the cheek.
"3. . . . ." Piccolo stood up and lifted Drobey, by his throat, clear off the floor. "I gave you a chance to leave, but no you wanted to aggravate me." she tightened the grip on his throat, "Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you some manners." She punched him in the gut with her other arm and then him hard in the groin, she let go of his throat and watched as he slumped helplessly onto the floor withering in pain. "Now go before I pound the living shit outta you." Piccolo spat in Drobey's face and kicked him in the gut.
The biker crawled out on his stomach groaning and moaning and was gone out the door. When Drobey was gone everyone started cheering and clapping for the namekian who defeated the less than strong biker. Piccolo sat down, crossed her legs and arms then awaited for her date to come back.
"You know Piccolo you didn't have to be so subtle with that baka, you could've beat the living shit outta him if you wanted to, I wouldn't have objected." Gohan said as he returned from buffet line, plate packed with food.
"Feh, now you tell me. Are you done yet?" Piccolo said irritably.
"Just about. . . ." Gohan didn't eat his food, nope, he inhaled it, "Okay let's go."
The unlikely duo got up just as a short fat middle aged man came scurrying up to them, "Excuse me but I'm the manager of this restaurant, Mr. MacSasvey but you may all me Harvey, are you the one who beat up Drobey?" he asked Piccolo.
"Yeah. Why do you ask?" the namekian said.
The manager smiled, grabbed Piccolo's hand and shook it vigorously, "Oh thank you thank you thank you!! I've been having trouble with that man ever since I opened! He was always scaring away all our female customers! Thank you!" Harvey turned to Gohan, "This must be your boyfriend! Nice to meet you!" he shook hands with the demi-saiyan.
"Well actually he's not my - " Piccolo began but was interrupted by Harvey.
"I'm am so happy you got rid of that biker that from now on every time either of you come here I will not charge you the bill! No siree, you can have parties here for free as well if you want. And I am also going to give you a something! Go outside and wait for me, I'll be right out!" Harvey said before walking out into a door with a 'Employees only'.
Piccolo turned to Gohan, "Might as well see what it is." The two exited the but not before receiving approving and admiring looks from the staff and some customers.
"I wonder what he's gonna give you." The demi-saiyan said.
Piccolo shrugged, "Better be something worth waiting for."
"Well it is!" Harvey said cheerfully as he rolled out a brand new sweet looking hovercycle, "This is for you. And these too." he said pulling out an envelope and handing it to Piccolo, "Now I must get back to my business. Thank you and come again." He went into the building and disappeared from sight.
"Cool. Man I'd kill for a bike like this." Gohan said examining the hovercycle.
"Then you can have it. I don't know how to ride a bike." Piccolo replied she opened the envelope there were two tickets inside it, "Spenser's Carnival FunTime, it opens in 15 minutes."
"Sounds cool. Wanna go?"
Piccolo shrugged, "Why not?"
Gohan smiled and hopped on the hoverbike, "Come on I'll drive. Don't worry I have a license!" he added seeing a skittish look on the namekian's face.
{Pros of letting the twerp drive. . . . . . . . . Cons of letting the twerp drive, we might crash, I might die of fright, I might die, I might get hurt, I'll be traumatized, the list goes on.} After a minute or so of weighing out which the pros and cons of letting Gohan drive Piccolo sighed, jumped in the back and wrapped her arms tightly around the halfling. "Hold on tight." Piccolo immediately regretted trusting the demi-saiyan as they reached mach 8 in a matter of milliseconds.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey Piccolo. You're looking a little pale. . . . are you okay?" Gohan said when he parked the hoverbike.
A little pale was a major understatement. The poor namekian was sweat drenched, her hair was in a huge mess and she was literally as white as snow, and not to mention the fact that she was shaking violently. "M. . . m. . . . me. . . . f. . . fine." She got up on wobbly legs and looked like she was in danger of falling over. "Me. . . fine." Her voice sounded squeaky her eyes were huge and frightened. She was still getting over the fact that they had ran 11 red lights, made at least 4 10 car pileups, 2 8 car pile ups, had 10 police cars chasing them, nearly crashed 100 zilllion times, ran over countless squirrels, rats, etc. and to top it all off she didn't even had a helmet on. I'm surprised she didn't die out of fright.
"No you aren't fine. Come on lets sit down you're look a bit shaken up." (A/N: A 'bit' shaken up? For the love of gawd she's on the verge of passing out!!) Gohan half carried half dragged the frightened maiden up to a bench and sat.
"I 'm fine. . . . let's go to the carnival now okay?" Piccolo's voice was shaky and she felt like crying.
"Okay. But first let me comb your hair." Gohan looked inside the pink purse and sure enough there was brush that belonged to his mother. He combed Piccolo's hair and calmed the distraught namek by talking soothingly to her, he did her hair in a braid. "Okay let's go now."
Piccolo got up and leaned a bit on the demi-saiyan who didn't mind one bit, and the two entered the carnival.
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My mind is all a twitter.
I'm running out of ideas. Okay I'm doing this contest for another of my other fics, so I thought I'd do that contest in this fic too. I'm going to give you the chance to write up the next chapter, just leave your email address and I'll send you the info you will need. Thank you. Thanks for all you fateful reviewers.