Piccolo woke up the next morning, and realized that something was wrong. He couldn't place a finger on what was causing this feeling. Was it his inability to destroy the moon with just one shot that was causing this distress? Or was something more sinister rising up to challenge the mighty Namek? Piccolo decided what he really needed, was fresh air, and a quick trip to the town and a few glasses of his favorite beverage.
"My secluded spot isn't close enough to the bar." grumbled Piccolo as he raced through the sky.
As he streaked across the sky, Piccolo tried to sense any new power source that could be the cause of his distress.
Piccolo's eyes closed as he pondered the possibilities
"Can't be Frieza, Trunks turned him into confetti. Can't be Buu. He's too busy skipping around calling himself and everyone else candy names. God, I hope it's not just gas."
The possibilities caused a chill to flow down Piccolo's spine.
As he flew towards Pepper City, he glared down at the wandering people who stopped in their tracks to wave up at him. It brought him no end of suffering that the people of the nearby town looked up to him as their great protector, as their honest to goodness personal Earth Defender.
"Earth Defender my green ass, if they only knew what I was capable of doing, they would be fleeing in terror" he snarled.
Still plotting the many different ways he could take over the world, Piccolo was hardly paying much attention as he zoomed though the relatively empty town roads. Out of the corner of his eye, his attention was taken by the reflection of a bright round orb in a shop window. Quickly turning his head to get a better view of the reflection, he never saw the building racing towards him at breakneck speeds. Dust and rubble flew in every direction as the green missile plowed into the side of the innocent department store.
"Hey, Piccolo!"
Stumbling out of one of the numerous clothing racks, Piccolo laid eyes on what he realized was the source of the reflection that stole his distraction.
"Krillin…."
Reflectively, he slapped his forehead, something that often occurred when he ran into the horizontally challenged fellow "Defender of Earth."
"Hey Piccolo, are you shopping for someone special, or are you going for a new look" laughed Krillin, clutching his sides in merry mirth. Doubling over in laughter, Krillin could only be heard to stutter out "Br.Br..Br…Br…." before finally collapsing in a heap on the ground. Glaring down at the violently shaking mass in front of him, Piccolo reached up to adjust his turban when he noticed the cause of the sudden outburst. His turban was missing! In its place, decorated with pink flowers, was a rather large bra.
Flinging the bra down at the still laughing Krillin, Piccolo scanned the area for his missing turban. Finding it perched atop a store mannequin, he rescued his headgear and pulled it firmly down on his own head. Temptation to blast Krillin into the next dimension was hard for him to repress. He rose once again into the air, and shot through the hole he made with his less than grand entrance.
Finally reaching his destination, Piccolo walked through the double swinging doors of his favorite bar, "The Watering Hole". He took a seat across from the bartender and growled "Give me a hard water, on the rocks."
The bartender gave a fake smile and said casually, "Bad day, huh?" He poured the drink into the glass with a serious face, "Well, at least the moon's back. We can thank Kami for that."
Piccolo choked a bit before looking up, "...Better make it a double."
To be continued….