"Ah, I love relaxing on Kami's lookout," a certain green alien thought contentedly. "Perhaps it's because part of me used to be Kami. Still, it's so nice and peaceful... No one to bother you in miles..."
"Hey, greenie..."
"Sigh... What do you want, Vegeta?" Piccolo asked, opeing one eye. The supremely arrogant "Prince of Saiyans" was scowling at the meditating Namek.
"I heard from Kakarot that you PITIFUL Nameks can regenerate limbs," he informed him. "I want you to admit that it's a lie."
"Hmph. It's no lie; all Nameks can grow back lost appendages, just like Earth's lizards," Piccolo smugly replied. "It's child's play for us."
"What? Can it truly be that Nameks have a power that we Saiyans do not?" Vegeta wondered anxiously. "No, it cannot be! We Saiyans are the greatest creatures in the universe!"
"Oh, yeah?" Vegeta snarled. "Well, I can regenerate limbs, too! Watch!"
SPPPPPPRRRRRTTTT!
"YAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" Vegeta screamed in agony, holding his severed arm in his hands. "N-now... just... you... watch... AAAAGGGHH!"
Slapping his face, Piccolo grumbled, "Vegeta, you moron. We went through this last week. Not all races have the same powers. For example, humans can't become super saiyans. Neither can Nameks. By the same token, saiyans can't comb their hair or pretend not to be jackasses."
"Curse you, Namek, for tricking me!" Vegeta whined. Feeling sheepish, he shouted, "Well, if it's so easy, let's see you do it!"
"If you insist," Piccolo chuckled. With nary a cringe, he pulled off his left arm. Smiling, he said, "Now, watch closely."
"GRRRRRRRRRR!" he grunted. To the great surprise of both of them, an arm sprouted on top of Piccolo's head.
"By the dragon!" he mumbled. "That's never happened before!"
As Vegeta stood by snickering, he pulled the extra arm off his head. Piccolo huffed, "Just a minor setback. Let's try again..."
"GRRRRRRRRRRR!"
POP!
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" Vegeta screamed like a two-year-old girl. "The queen alien laid an egg in you!"
Piccolo angrily snapped off the arm protruding from his chest. "Don't be stupid! Blast it... I never had my regeneration powers malfunction like this before. Again!"
"GRRRRRRRRR... ACK!"
The Namek's face wore an expression of extreme embarassment. Smiling weakly, he muttered, "Pardon me for just a moment..."
As he hobbled off, Vegeta noticed that the Namek seemed to be sporting quite a woody. His brow furrowing, the less-than-intelligent prince thought, "Hmm... I've never seen a Namek with his pants down, but I never would have thought that he had fingers down there..."
Shhhhrrrrpp!
"YEEEEEOOW!"
Piccolo reappeared from behind the palm tree where he had been taking refuge. Walking bow-legged, he hobbled back over to Vegeta, who now wore a smug grin.
"Well, not so easy, is it, Mr. Green? Hahahaha!"
"Shut up, Vegeta!" he roared. "I don't need your crap right now. (takes a deep breath) Okay. One last time; no holding back."
His aura becoming huge, Piccolo powered up to levels rivaling even that of a super saiyan. "OKAY! HERE GOES! AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH!"
Popopopopopopopopopopopopopop!
"What the (insert your expletive of choice)?" he thundered. Piccolo was covered from head to foot in dangly arms, makiing him look like some sort of bizarre alien plant.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was rolling around on the floor in convulsions of laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! This is so funny that I can't stand it! S-say, Namek... could you give me a hand? Get it? 'Hand'? HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA--OW! OW! AAAAAAGGGH! Curse you, you filthy Namek!"
Muttering obscenities under his breath, "Piccolo of the Many Arms" walked away from the now-completely-armless Prince of Arrogance.
"Darn it... that's the last time I experiment with Viagra..." Piccolo sighed.
THE END
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Don't worry, Vegeta. "It's only a flesh wound!" Heh, heh, heh.
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