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*Clears her throat.* Hello and welcome to the 4th chapter of College, Dbz Style. In todays "episode" you will find out what Piccolo's dare is, and also what's been bugging him! And about Karina. Ooo...isn't this fun. A Piccolo based chapter! Yay! o.o; Well, I'll shut up. Enjoy.
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It was about 8:00P.M. Vegeta looked about the room, then yawned. The frat. house was pretty wrecked, thanks to different groups from the Truth or Dare games. Misplaced things, trash on the floor, etc. It seemed like someone had been dared to eat a weird combination of foods at one point, a bowl on the counter that was empty but had remains of various foods and a spoon. He shook his head.
'Thank Kami THAT'S over...' He thought. They had gone through more dares and truths, unfortunately At least he didn't have to wear anymore girls clothes. He wondered what that dare Jack had given Piccolo's was. He still hadn't done it yet.
"Okay," A voice said, and everyone in the room, who was all the girls and boys, who were now chatting about the games they had just played and what had happened, to turn to look at them. It was Jack, Claire at his side, his arm snaked around her waist again. He was smirking.
"Now that we've all had fun playing truth or dare-" At this someone coughed loudly, "-We should all go out to eat. Tomorrow we will make the cuts for the frat. and sorority. You'll see who's in on two separate papers-- one for the frat and one for the sorority, of course-- and if your name is not on that list...Too bad, so sad. Pack your bags and get out. We've been delayed in deciding, thanks to the third initiation task. And even if your name is on the paper, you're not guaranteed in. We still have to do the brotherhood ceremony, and well...the girls don't have that, so if your name is on the paper and you're a girl, then don't worry. But GUYS, don't get over confident."
'He talks too much...' Piccolo thought, mumbling.
Goku appeared to be asleep, sitting on the couch (one of many) next to Chi-Chi, his head resting on her shoulder, snoring lightly. Jack glanced at him, eyebrow twitching. "HEY!!"
Both the sweat dropping Chi-Chi and the now awakened Goku, jumped, startled. "MONKEYS!? WHERE!?" Goku shouted, looking around eagerly. Everyone looked at him oddly. He blinked, then sweat dropped, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry...I had a dream..It was really weird."
Jack coughed, then cleared his throat, "AS I WAS SAYING," He glared at Goku, then looked at the others in the room pleasantly, "Let's eat!"
A mixture of nods and spoken acknowledgments and agreements chorused around the room, and everyone headed for the door. "WAIT YOU IDIOTS!" Jack yelled. Everyone stopped, blinking, and looked back to him, somewhat fearful. He cleared his throat, "You have no idea where we are going, plus how to get there. It's not like you all have your cars or we can take a bus with this many people." He mumbled. "So, we are simply going to the diner a few blocks down, walking. Everyone follow me, understand?"
While everyone said they did, he walked with Claire out the door, then everyone followed, our MAIN BESTEST CHARACTERS THAT THIS AUTHOR DIDN'T CREATE (*Sniff* -.-; ) all in a group. They walked a few blocks and arrived at a large diner, and Jack stood at the door as everyone filed in. He yelled to the person over the crowd that entered first, "HEY! TELL THEM IT'S JACK'S GROUP! THEY'LL GIVE US ENOUGH TABLES!" The person nodded and Jack continued watching everyone filter in.
As Piccolo was passing the door and going in, his arm was suddenly yanked on and he was pulled over to (guess who?) none other then Jack. (Good guess! o.o; ) The others blinked, stopping and watching. Jack whispered into his large ear, making the sensitive-eared namekian wince slightly, and then his skin turned a shade of green paler then his regular healthy bright green color at what Jack said. "HERE!?" Piccolo exclaimed, pulling away from Jack and looking at him incrediously.
"Here." Jack nodded. Piccolo growled, glaring at him, then mumbled to the others "C'mon.." As he walked inside. They exchanged confused glances then followed. Since they were the last people, Jack entered after them, still smirking.
It was a nice diner, with the usual signs on the tables advertising deserts and drinks and such, and everyone got a table and a few waiters and waitresses took drink orders and passed out menus. Soon, the place was alive with chatter.
"Hey, Piccolo, what was with you and Jack at the entrance?" Goku asked, blinking.
Piccolo shook his head, "It's...about my dare."
"You're dare?"
"That's right, Green boy has yet to do his dare...whatever that is." Vegeta smirked, "Telling by how you paled, it's going to be good."
Piccolo just glared at him. Bulma cleared her throat, and in attempt to change the subject, she said, "So...are you all looking forward to football starting?" Immediately the group grew silent. She covered her mouth. She hadn't even thought about...
All the eyes glanced uneasily toward Piccolo. Piccolo said in a hoarse whisper, "I don't know if I even want to."
Goku and Vegeta exchanged glances, somewhat shocked. Goku put his hand on Piccolo's shoulder, "Piccolo...it wasn't your fault."
Piccolo brushed his hand off, looking to the side. Bulma looked down. She hadn't meant to arouse a touchy subject. Ever since...
"I'd like a beer." Jack said loudly at the table next to them, "And a margarita for my pretty little friend here." And of course, Claire was seated, grinning, next to him. The waitress nodded and walked to them. "Drinks?"
After they had gotten drinks ordered, the subject was hastily changed to lighten the mood. Basketball. A good, non-touchy, memory-bringing-back subject. They all had become interested in it in the last few years, and had gone out for the team and made it, unsurprisingly. They played as fair as possible, only using their powers in dier situations; such as a tie-breaking slam dunk, a 2-second-left-on-the-clock-three-pointer, and also Piccolo had gotten rid of some annoying cameras that nearly blinded him and his tea mates during championship games. Needless to say, they had been City Champs the years they were on the team, and with flying colors.
Soon the drinks arrived, and they then gave their orders. The waiters and waitresses were shocked at Goku and Vegeta's large orders but took them none the less, with wide eyes.
There was silence for a moment, not sure of what to talk of, but then Goku decided to get something off his chest that had been bugging him. In the back of his mind he wanted to get it out. "Piccolo..." He said carefully, "Are you really not going to be with the football team?"
Piccolo looked forward and didn't reply.
"C'mon Pic..."
"Don't Call me that."
"Sorry."
"There's nothing you could have done." Vegeta interrupted, his eyes on Piccolo. Goku looked at him, but Piccolo still didn't avert his gaze from it's non-focusing stare forward. However, he was holding his napkin, and his grip on it increased, his hand shaking as he said thickly, "I could have walked her. If I hadn't have been so absorbed in damn practice-"
"There was no way you would have known what was going to happen." Vegeta interrupted again, growling slightly. "Stop agonizing over something that could not have been prevented."
"STOP AGONIZING!?" Piccolo growled loudly, slamming his fist on the table and leaning forward as he stood from his seat, his face in Vegeta's. "It was my fault! I could have just walked walked her home, it would have taken 10 minutes, but instead I was too worried about missing a little bit of practice!!"
The entire place was silent and watching. He had unconsciously been raising his voice as he yelled. He glanced around, realizing other people were there, and sat down, leaning back, arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to shrink in his seat, his face troubled.
Slowly the chatter came back around them, but their table stayed silent. Chi-Chi, 18, and Bulma were looking quietly at their hands in their laps, while Goku seemed suddenly amazed by the ice cubes in his drink, swirling them with his straw as he stared at them, making the only noise from the table. Krillin watched as if he was fascinated as well. Vegeta looked frustrated, his arms crossed, looking to the side, but he seemed somewhat defeated at the same time.
Their senior year, near the end of football season, Piccolo, Goku, Vegeta, and Krillin were all excited about the big championship game right around the corner. So were all the girls. The day before the game, Friday, the football team was having one last practice right after school. The cheer leading squad had decided they had their routine down well enough that there was no need for a practice.
After school, Chi-Chi and Bulma headed off, waving their good-byes, and 18 left Karina after a moment of talking. She had to get her hair done. Piccolo was rushing away with the guys to get ready for practice, but Karina grabbed his arm, stopping him. He told the others he'd be there in a sec, and turned his attention, though he still seemed distracted, to Karina.
Her chartreuse hair framed face lit up with a smile, "I hope you do wonderful tomorrow. I'll be cheering you on."
He smiled some, "Thanks. I better get to practice so I can do my best-"
"Wait, Piccolo?" She tilted her head and smiled apologetically for interrupting him. He glanced in the direction of the football field.
"Yes, Karina?"
"Could you walk me home, please? I know you have to get to practice, but I don't want to walk home on my own. I want to be with you." She smiled and hugged his arm gently, smiling up at him.
Piccolo glanced at the field again, hesitating, "Karina, I don't think-"
"Please Piccolo?"
He looked down at her and sighed some, pulling his arm softly away from her grasp, but then wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead, "I better not. Sorry, but I'll promise I'll take you to the game tomorrow, we can even walk if you want." He smiled, looking at her.
She frowned a little, but then smiled and kisses his lips briefly. "All right.."
He let her go, "See you tomorrow, Karina." He said, then hurried toward the field.
"Bye..." After watching him go out of sight, Karina sighed and turned around, heading for home.
That night at 8:00P.M., Piccolo got a call from Karina's parents. Her mother was frantic, "Oh Piccolo, It's horrible!! I can't believe-"
"What is it?" Piccolo asked, his expression turning somewhat worried. The other guys were right there with him, sitting in his basement. He was on the portable phone. Their chatter stopped and they looked at him when they heard the foreboding question.
Karina's mother quickly continued, her voice high and scared, "Karina never came home from school, and I waited a few hours from the usual time she arrives, but when she still hadn't come two hours later I called the police. I showed them the route she usually walks, and they searched, and found her purse."
Piccolo felt his heart sinking into his stomach as Karina's mother broke into tears. "And..?" He asked, wanting to know more, but at the same time reluctant to know.
"A-and they found blood!!" Karina's mother sobbed, "There was supposively some man who tried to grab her, and he put up a struggle and dropped her p-purse." She was talking a million miles a minute again and Piccolo had to hold his breath and listen carefully to make sure he caught everything through her sobs, "T-then the police said that a-apparently in the struggle Karina fell and scrapped her knee badly. T-then that's it. There were no signs of the man, or woman, for all we know, a-and Karina is no where to be found!!"
The next day there was still no sign of Karina. Piccolo didn't go to the game. The team still won, but Goku and the others were worried. Karina didn't show up the next week, either. Nor during summer. Now, Piccolo was shattered and had lost all hope. No one thought it possible that the kidnapper had kept her alive.
The waitress had returned with their orders. Actually, a few waitresses and waiters had to carry Goku's and Vegeta's out. Piccolo only had one plate. He didn't eat any of it. He just shoved it around on his plate with his fork. Everyone else ate as if they were starving, happy for the interruption in the silence and uncomfortable sense around them.
Piccolo eventually seemed to lighten up, but not much. He still didn't eat anything, but he never ate much of anything. He did have a lot of refills of his water, however. Finally they got him to smile when Goku talked about one of their high school memories.
"A-and then, after that, Chi-Chi mooned us!!" Goku said through his laughter. Chi-Chi joined Bulma in blushing.
"And THUNK!" Vegeta joined, laughing, "Piccolo was out on the ground! Totally unconscious!"
Piccolo smiled and laughed a little. "Yeah, then I finally got over it."
"That was hilarious!" Krillin chuckled.
"I thought when 18 flashed us earlier today he was going to pass out again!" Goku laughed. 18 smacked him over the head, blushing. Goku held his head. "OW!" Everyone else laughed.
Jack stood from his table and slowly moved to their's. He arrived at the side of Piccolo, and tapped the green one's arm, a devilish smirk in place. As Piccolo looked up to him, he said, "It's time."
Piccolo was torn between kind of wanting to do it and not wanting to. He was happy for the change of subject. However, he did not want to do his dare for reasons that will soon become obvious to all you readers. He sighed and stood slowly.
"Fine."
"Now remember..." Jack whispered into Piccolo's green, pointy ear. Piccolo waved him off, "Yeah, yeah. I know.." He mumbled under his breath and walked toward the bathroom. The others blinked. A still-smirking Jack returned to his seat.
After a small pause, Vegeta burst, "So his dare was to take a piss!?"
Everyone around him sweat dropped. Goku shook his head, "No, of course not. I think he's going to surprise us...somehow."
Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by blaring music that sounded like it should be in some kind of strip bar. Everyone immediately looked about in confusion, then their gazes fell on the huge boom box on Jack's table, Jack himself removing his hand from the play button and nodding his head to the beat of the wild music with an evil smirk.
Everyone then looked to the direction of a loud crash. Standing there on one of the long tables many of the frat and sorority members, or soon-to-be (possibly anyways), was none other then-
"PICCOLO!?"
Vegeta and Goku stared with shocked faces as the girls gasped and covered their mouths. The namekian stood attired in only his pants, no shirt, no shoes. He was flushed bright purple, and looked like he was contemplating (Thanks, Sarah, for giving me that word o.O; ) suicide right then and there or going through with what he was doing. He decided he was too young to die, and sighed, stepping forward. He might as well get it over with.
And even enjoy himself? No, that was impossible. All the embarrassment and pure shame killed all the possible chances of having fun. Even so, he began dancing to the music, slowly at first, then picked up the beat. He shook his booty, kicked some glasses off, and was actually getting applause. His hands moved to the waist band of his pants, unclasping the buckle of his belt and pulling it off. He snapped it in the air, smirking. Maybe he was enjoying this-- but only to a point! Ah, who's he foolin'? He was having fun! He let his pants drop. He kicked them off, his black boxers with lightning bolts all over them now on full display.
Bulma and Chi-Chi exchanged glances while 18 rubbed her temples.
Vegeta sank down in his seat covering his eyes, "Please...no more..."
Goku looked away, one hand at the side of his face, "I don't know him..."
Krillin looked pitifully upward. "What have I done to deserve this?"
Piccolo sweat dropped, looking at them and turned his back to them. He dropped the belt, mumbling, "I'm not THAT bad..am I?" He looked down. Apparently not. There were many girls screaming and reaching towards him. Some with--What? Were his eyes deceiving him?--MONEY in their hands!? 'Sweet,' He thought with a smirk. He resumed dancing.
Some of the girls grabbing the bottoms of his boxers and began yanking on them. "ACK!" He quickly grabbed the waist band, holding them up. He watched as one girl took all the money from the other girls' hands and jumped on a chair and stuffed it all into the waist band of his boxers then screamed giddily, trying to hug him. He blushed some as he kicked the chair back, making the girl (the chair was facing away from the table) roll back with tremendous speed through the crowd, hit a different table, and fall off with a squeak.
'Man, this money ITCHES!' He thought, irritated. Well, he might as well get the dare fulfilled and give these ladies what they were paying for. He tried not to smirk. He was enjoying this!? Impossible! It was too embarrassing, too not him, too--Okay so he was enjoying himself. It was just this ONE time anyways. How could it hurt?
He gripped the waist band of his boxers once again, taking a deep breath, his chest swelling. He was gonna do it, and he would do it like a man. He tensed his arms slightly, lifting his elbows slightly, then with a mighty yank-
"OUT!! NOW!!!" A waiter screamed, pointing to the doors.
Piccolo had stopped what he was about to do from shock of the noise. He looked at the waiter and growled, flipped him off, then yanked his boxers down. The girls yelled and cheered while most men averted their gaze.
Vegeta took off his jacket he had gotten from high school off and while trying not to look at him, yanked him off the table and threw it around his waist, the back of the jacket in front of Piccolo's lower area. "Let's get out of here!" Vegeta growled, shoving Piccolo toward the doors. The waiter was screaming still for them all to get out and was turning red in anger. He grabbed jack by the collar of his shirt while he was making his way out.
"You better NEVER show your face in here again or I'll call the police on you!" He shoved him away from him and growled, walking back to the kitchens. Jack dusted his shirt front off, mumbling. The manager made her way to him through the dispersing crowd. "That was interesting.." She smiled, "Hey, he may not be able to come here anymore but hey, I'll tell ya what. If you bring him to the bar on Friday nights, I'll see that you and your group all get in free..." She winked, smirking as she walked off.
"Heh.." Jack walked out the door of the now quiet Diner.
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Back at the Frat, the girls said their good-byes, some giving Piccolo a playful wink, making the green man blush violet. Vegeta shook his head, mumbling. Piccolo's only attire was still his jacket.
'So...' He thought, 'That was the dare...Ugh...'
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Sorry that took so long guys! But hey, IT'S SUMMER! WOOT! Now there hopefully will be faster updates, and I have the whole story planned out now. It's lookin' great guys, with action, humor, romance, mystery, and tons of surprises, so stick around! Please review! ^_^