A/N: Almost two years since this was last updated. Well that's about to change. I'll be revamping, which incidentally involves fixing spelling errors, these chapters before uploading the new ones.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. DUH! grumbles Stupid lawyers.
Dende growled.
"Conar koejw ssdowk ddow dodoe alado aekel qpods eeeidi tpa e kkkkkk!"
The young Namek stopped his train of Namekian curse words for a breath.
"Problem kid?"
The few words of Piccolo seemed to calm the enraged god of earth, who was starting to turn purple in rage.
"You bet there's a #! problem. Those #! idiots sit on their !# all century, while all of us lowers do THEIR DIRTY WORK! The LEAST they could do is give us a better !# paycheck. I mean, come on, look at this!"
In his, um, mentally unstable state, Dende thrust a small, triangular shaped envelope in the elder Namek's face.
Giving the god a sideways glance, who had started to twitch, Piccolo snatched the mail from him. Opening it, cautiously, the green man read over the contents.
Piccolo, who had stood up to impossible odds, and even changed his evil ways, cringed, yes, cringed.
"Oiy, that's gotta hurt."
Dende, being Dende, gave a look that wasn't quite his own. Or, for that matter, anyone sane.
"What are the benefits?"
Dende didn't answer.
Giving the god another sideways glance, and taking a step to the side, away from him, Piccolo searched the envelope. To his surprise, not shown anyway, he pulled out a long sheet of paper. Quickly reading it, his eyes widened.
"I've got one thing ta say kid."
The young Namek turned his head sharply to face his companion.
Piccolo was startled, or visibly at least, because he jumped, high. Of course you would too if you saw this site.
The god of earth had one eye bigger that the other, giving him a crazy, erm, expression. One corner of his mouth was moved up as if in a smirk, thing was, it was twitching. And so was the smaller eye.
Piccolo, deciding he still hadn't gone off the deep end, smirked.
Oh how he loved to cause trouble.
"Glad it was you instead of me."
Dende face faulted, hunching over in the process.
After a few minutes, his earlier face gone, replaced by one of shock, Piccolo decided that maybe he'd pushed it too far.
"Kid?
Dende snapped up to his full height, looking like a caffeine induced Vegeta.
Piccolo cringed, again, BAAAAAAAAAD memory. REALLY bad memory.
"Kid?" he asked again.
"You're right Piccolo," Dende said calmly.
Piccolo now took two steps back. Dende was too calm for that expression. And now string bean was worried.
"Ki…."
"WWOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
With a cowboy's yell, Dende was running across the lookout, which by the way they were on this whole time, and was headed toward his palace.
Piccolo, being Piccolo, raised one eyebrow. Or, hairless brow? Or, is it eye ridge?
Slaunting, like he usually did, Piccolo walked slowly toward the palace. A sudden heavy wind blew against him, causing his cape to blow away from him. Welded, pumped, chiseled muscles bulged from his body as the wind plastered his gi to the front of his body. (A/N: ahuhahuh drool)
Inside wasn't the greatest of, sights. As a matter of fact, Piccolo wished he'd decided to stay outside.
The palace was destroyed, tables were over turned as well as couches and chairs, and there was shaving cream, and toilet paper, everywhere. The toilet tissue hung particularly from the ceilings. There were several holes in the walls, and cans of spray paint, which Dende appeared to have used to write things in Namek, that he'd rather not repeat, on the same walls. He had the insight, or non-contaminated brain cells, to paint around the holes he'd made.(A/N: this poses an important a question. what's Dende been on. or is it just stress. you vote)
"K…"
It was then Dende walked out from a hallway, a crazed, lunatical (A/N: my word) look on his face.
"Yeah, you heard me Jordy, I call a STRIKE!"
It was then Cucumber noticed the cellphone (A/N: heehee I finally have one) that he was talking into. Well, actually, he was screaming but he was still talking, er, to the person… Forget it.
Wait a minute, Jordy.
"Jordy?" Piccolo voiced.
His eyes widened, for the third time in the past ten minutes.
"STRIKE!"
Dende finished his conversation, or scream fest, and slid his phone in the mist of his robes, hiding in there among the endless clothes. (A/N? hiding, you say)
Many bags appeared, and a Hawaiian shirt appeared over the top of his robes, along with a pair of black sunglasses.
"K.."
"Hey guys!""
"Great," came the growl from my, er, little cactus plant.
In the doorway of the now demolished mansion, stood a savior of earth. Being as naive as Goku was, he didn't notice the crazed, lunatical expression on Dende's face.
Picking all the bags in his arms, dropping several items, Dende flew out the door at top speed. Goku was knocked down in the process, landing on the floor, a bag promptly landing on his head a few moments later.
"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!" yelled the Saiyan, nursing a good-sized bump on his rump, and crown.
"What's in that thing?"
Piccolo was in slight shock so to speak, staring at the trail of baggage. After all, the god of earth had just, flew the coop?
"Hey, where'd Dende go, I wanted to talk to him?"
"Strike!" Piccolo squeaked. Well, he didn't exactly 'squeak' so to speak. But his voice wasn't as deep and intimidating as usual. (A/N: RROOOOWWRRRRR!)
"What's that mean?" asked the second only survivor of his race.
"There's no more earth god."
Once again, Goku being Goku, my, erm, pickle ended up staring at the orange gi'd man for an equivalent of five minutes.
Goku's eyes widened, slowly, as the meaning of Pickle's, er, Piccolo's words, sunk in.
"OH NO!" he shrieked.
