Mr. Zombie is back! It has been nearly a year since I posted the previous chapter of my prequel to Piccolo's World. I sincerely hope that my stories have not been forgotten, and that fans of my previous work will read this!(I notice The Dbz Dealer is now the Ace of Authors. I especially hope you and Dbz Chicka read this, and I also have a lot of chapters and some new fics to read from the Dbz Dealer) I am not going to post my reasons for not putting this up sooner, but I just want to assure everyone that I AM going to have the completed version of "The Corrupt Namek" This is not an unfinished work, as I already have it finished. There will not be weeks or months in between chapters. I just want to assure everyone that this will be completed. Anyway, on with Chapter II!

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The Corrupt Namek

Chapter II

Goku and Goten were sparring when Gohan got back from his college.

"Welcome back, son," Goku said. "Before you do anything I want you to get good 'ol Piccolo a glass of water. I'm sure he's thirsty."

"Do I have to?" Gohan asked.

"You should help your former mentor Gohan," Goku said.

Gohan sighed. "All right."

He went inside to the kitchen. Krillen was there.

"Hey Gohan! What's wrong?" Krillen asked.

"I have to get Piccolo a glass of water."

"Oh. Sucks for you."

"Yeah, thanks for the support."

"Anytime, Gohan."

Krillen left and Gohan got the water. He then went back outside and flew onto the roof of the large, three-story mansion. Piccolo was sitting on a wooden chair (the chair Gohan sat on at dinner) and drinking a bottle of vodka. Gohan didn't know this. He thought it was water.

"What the fuck do you want?" Piccolo asked annoyed.

"I, uh, brought you some water, but it looks like you have some, so I'll be on my way."

"You stupid bitch," Piccolo said standing up. "I think you need some training lessons."

Gohan stepped back afraid. "No Piccolo, that's not necessary." Images filled his mind of Piccolo supposedly "training" him as a kid. It was more like Piccolo beating the shit out of him! Gohan was mentally scarred for life from those days.

"It seems you've forgotten what I've taught you. That's Mr. Piccolo to you."

"Shit, sorry. Of course you're Mr. Piccolo." There was fear in his voice. He had always been afraid of Piccolo. Those beatings! Those horrendous beatings!

"Have you forgotten who I am, Gohan? Are you as dumb as your father now?"

"No, of course not."

"Who is your Master?"

Gohan gulped. "You are Mr. Piccolo."

"Good, I guess you're not as stupid as you look. Get the fuck out of here. . . leave that water though."

"Yes, Mr. Piccolo." Gohan placed the glass on the ground and got the fuck out of there. He didn't want Piccolo to beat him up like he used to again.

Piccolo finished his bottle of vodka and downed the glass of water in one drink. He sat back down and Tien and Chouzu arrived.

"Greetings, Mr. Piccolo," Tien said.

The Namek pulled out a joint and lit it with a snap of his fingers. "What do you have to report?"

"Cell raised the prices of his weed, but he didn't like it too much. He feels he should be more. . . fair."

Piccolo's right eyebrow rose. "Fair, huh? Of all the people, HE wants to be fair?"

"That's right, sir."

Piccolo took a nice, big hit. "Bring him to me," he said while smoke poured from his mouth.

"Immediately, Mr. Piccolo."

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Tien and Chouzu found Cell at the same street corner. Cell had some kid in his hand.

"Listen you little punk," Cell said, "you WILL buy this dimesack for 80 bucks. This is the good shit. The BEST shit."

"I don't have that kind of money," the kid told him.

"Then fuck off!" Cell shouted, and threw him into the sky. The kid was never seen again.

"You shouldn't throw away your customers," Tien said.

Cell looked at them and shrugged. "The kid couldn't buy. He's no customer of mine."

"Yeah, well, Mr. Piccolo wants to see you back at the headquarters."

"What? Why?" There was a hint of worry in Cell's voice.

"He didn't tell us," Chouzu replied.

"Indeed, but the boss hates to wait. You better get moving Cell."

Cell nodded. "Of course."

He flew off in a hurry. What did his boss Mr. Piccolo want so suddenly?

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Goku was out in the front yard when he saw none other then Cell fly over and land on the roof.

"What the hell?" he said. He flew up to investigate.

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Cell found Piccolo sitting in his wooden chair smoking a large joint. Cell stepped in front of him and said, "It is an honor to be in your presence, Mr. Piccolo."

"Yes. Now--"

"What's going on here?" Goku asked. He had landed on the roof.

Cell spun around and faced Goku with a look of worry. Piccolo kept his cool.

"Cell wanted to tell me that he's a good guy now," Piccolo said. "Isn't that right Cell?"

"Huh? Uhh, yes, that's right. Being evil got me nowhere. . . I've decided to dedicate myself to fighting evil instead."

"Oh yeah?" Goku replied. "Well good job Cell. I'm proud of you."

Cell didn't reply. "Say something you fool," Piccolo mumbled.

"Huh? Oh, of course! I'm proud of myself too!"

Goku smiled. "Well, I'll be on my way now."

Piccolo waved. "See ya later, Goku."

Goku waved back and left. Cell turned back to his boss.

Piccolo got to the point. "All right you fuckin' prick, listen up. Tien and Chouzu have informed me that you feel my prices are too high. They say you feel things should be a bit more fair. My business isn't about being fair. From now on I will receive 90 percent of your profits."

"Ninety percent?!" Cell exclaimed.

"Yeah, that seems fair enough. . . to me!" Piccolo laughed evilly. "Now get the fuck out of here."

Cell felt angry but he nodded. "Yes, sir."

Then, without another word, he flew off. Piccolo finished his joint and decided to get some sleep. In his sleep he for some reason pictured himself ruling the world.

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Vegeta showed up at the usual time the next morning. He found Piccolo sitting in that wooden chair doing nothing. He was just sitting.

"Let me guess," Piccolo said. "Namek Grass?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Vegeta asked with arrogance in his voice.

Piccolo stood up. "Of course not. . . Monkey."

"Damnit!" Vegeta shouted. "Don't start with that shit again!"

"Shut the fuck up," Piccolo ordered. "Did you forget what I told you?"

"I've tolerated enough of you Namek! Prepare to die!"

"You would be making a mistake by attacking me. Do you know how to make Namek Grass? I didn't think so. As I said, you are worthless without me."

"I could always go to the planet Namek. They got the stuff all over the place." It had actually taken Vegeta quite a lot of thinking to get a comeback to Piccolo saying he needed him for Namek Grass.

Piccolo laughed. "You would prefer their low-quality stuff over my stuff? I have the best stuff in the universe."

Vegeta didn't think about that. He realized it the Namek was right. "I hate it when you're right, Namek. You gonna hook me up or what?"

"Of course I'll hook you up Monkey."

Vegeta growled but said nothing. "You know what Vegeta? For being my best customer I'll give this to you for free."

"Really?"

Piccolo nodded and gave it to him. Vegeta's face brightened. "You're not so bad after all, Namek."

"Yeah, just don't tell anyone."

"I wouldn't even consider it."

Piccolo sat back down. "I have some business associates on their way."

"All right, I'm outta here. See ya."

Vegeta flew off and an evil grin formed on Piccolo's face. That little freebie would make the so-called Saiyajin prince like him more. That meant more business.

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Well, I hope you liked it. Expect the next chapter sometime soon!