Something About Piccolo- Chapter Two

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"Marron is a… WHORE?" Just then, Trunks and Goten walked into the theatre…

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"Either that or she's a lesbian," said Ubuu. Piccolo whirled around as best he could in his seat. Vegeta followed suit. They smacked heads.

"OW YOU GODDAMN NAMEK!" Vegeta screeched in pain. Piccolo whimpered.

"Your skull is so hard and thick,"

Meanwhile, Trunks and Goten sat down in the two seats at the right of Ubuu, looking bored. Goten seemed slightly interested in the screen. Then he gasped. He grabbed Trunks and pointed at the screen. Trunks bugged out.

"Is that Marron?" Goten asked in awe, as though he was a young child again, meeting Santa Claus. Trunks shook his head violently.

"N-not since last time I checked…" He squeaked. The two boys hiccuped, then raced out of the theatre like bats out of hell. Piccolo scratched his head.

"Now that was odd…" Said a voice behind them. They all whirled around in their seats, smacked heads and screamed horrible curses at each other, then finished and smiled pleasantly at the owner of the voice. Then, they gasped and fell out of their chairs.

Videl was standing there, hands on her hips.

"V-Videl, what are you d-doing here?" Ubuu whispered. Next to Videl was… ANDROID EIGHTEEN?!

"Oh, all lesbians come here to view this excellent movie created by our own wonderful daughters."

Pan and Marron were making out on the screen.

Videl and Eighteen shrugged, and Videl sat down on Eighteen's lap.

"This… has… gone…too……………" Ubuu gasped, unable to finish his sentence. He dropped his head onto the theatre floor with a loud thump.

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PICCOLO, VEGETA, AND THEIR NEW ACCOMPLICE UBUU GET REALLY HUNGRY

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The trio strolled out of the adult theatre three porn films later, refreshed, and…

Piccolo's stomach growled.

"I guess this means we're off to the sushi bar." Ubuu remarked, looking across the street. He pointed to where he was looking at.

Moshi Moshi Bar- babes 'n beer

Ubuu squinted. "It's called Sushi Sushi Bar- Crabs 'n… I can't read the rest." He said. He stopped squinting, and looked at them. Vegeta and Piccolo looked at each other, then at Ubuu and shook their heads fiercely.

"Uh no, I think we've had enough b-crabs for one day," Piccolo piped up. Vegeta nodded, turning pink. Ubuu looked at them curiously, shrugged, and returned to searching. Piccolo jumped for joy and almost twisted his loincloth. There was a McDonalds not too far from the theatre. He pointed, too excited too talk. He had always wanted to meet the especially fancy man Ronald McDonald. Vegeta also jumped. He too had an equally large desire to meet Ronald McDonald. Ubuu shook his head.

"No way guys, McDonalds is the cause of many deaths due to fattening foods which-" Piccolo pulled a roll of duck tape out of nowhere and slapped a piece across Ubuu's oversized kisser. Vegeta grabbed Ubuu, and the three sped down the street to McDonalds, with Ubuu attempting to scream something that sounded an awful lot like, 'Cholesterol!'.

They reached the McDonalds, out of breath, their desire to meet Ronald McDonald strengthened. They plopped down at a booth covered in red vinyl, and a metal-rimmed table. Piccolo and Vegeta were vibrating with excitement. Ubuu ordered them all condiment-free salads, and bottles of water. He stared at the teenager who was shoveling fries into a box. Ubuu inhaled all of the oily air, and immediately let it out. Ew. The stench of fattening foods.

He snatched the three condiment-free salads and the bottles of water, and sidestepped through the crowd of enormous people. He tossed each salad container at their owners, then sat down next to Vegeta. He stared in disgust as Vegeta picked up his salad container, opened the lid, and dumped the salad in his mouth. Ubuu watched in horror as Vegeta chomped on the leaves, with bits of salad flying out.

Meanwhile, Piccolo had set himself a full spot. There were lit candles on the table. The table was covered by a bright red cloth, with neon yellow napkins. His salad was now in front of him on pure white china. Ubuu gasped.

"Why Piccolo, you're more fancy and civilized than I am!" He whispered. Piccolo daintily took a bite of his salad, rested his fork on the china plate, and dabbed at his mouth. He repeated this slow process until midnight, when he was finally finished his salad.

The trio trudged out of McDonalds, tired, and mad.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO MEET RONALD McDONALD!" Vegeta threw his arms up in the air as he lamented. Piccolo sighed sadly. Ubuu was nowhere to be found…

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UBUU TAKES A HIKE TO THE HOLIDAY INN

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"HEELLLOO!" Ubuu screamed as cars rushed by. Although it was quite apparent that no one wanted to pick him up, he ignored the voice(s) inside his head and continued to shriek for a ride. "YOOOO!!!!!!!"

Finally, a bright pink corvette pulled up. The passenger seat window rolled down, only to reveal Bura.

"Hey Ubuu!" She greeted. Ubuu tore his eyes away from her tank top, and explained his current predicament.

"I was wondering if you would drive me to…" He racked his (tiny) brain for the name of that hotel…"…The Holiday Inn!" He finished. Bura giggled.

"Well, this corvette only seats two people, so I guess I'll just have to sit on your lap!" She squealed. Ubuu blushed, and opened the car door. Bura stood up in all her whorish glory, and motioned for him to get in the car. He did, and she dropped down on his lap.

Three passes and ninety giggling fits later, they reached the Holiday Inn. Ubuu practically leapt out of the corvette, and ran into the hotel, glad to get away from that bright blue tube top and cheap perfume. He checked in, and grabbed a room.

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Gomen that chapter was so short, but I had to stop there!