Heh heh heh... I guess I owe you guys an update, don't I? (Sweatdrop) Well, here it is: King Piccolo & Piccolo!

Warning: Very OOC, and contains crazy randomness! (I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this...)

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, or any brands of water.

"Mwhahahahaha!! It's genius!" King Piccolo stepped away from his white board with dry erase marker in hand, as he viewed his newly written, super duper, super nefarious plans for world domination. "At long last, you shall be defeated, Son Goku!"

His concentration was broken, after a door slammed in the next room over. "Darn it! That slamming door broke my concentration!" He stomped angrily into the next room to see what was going on.

Upon entering the room, he saw his son, Piccolo Jr, sulking toward the stairs with an angry scowl on his face, muttering all the way.

"What happened to you, son?" King Piccolo asked.

Piccolo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. " I HATE Son Goku!" he spat.

King Piccolo gawked at him for a moment, then smiled evilly. "Come with me."

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"What's this?" Piccolo asked, while looking at the white board.

"This, is my newly written, super duper, super nefarious plans for defeating Son Goku and taking over the world! Mwahahahahaha!!"

"Uh, dad," Piccolo interrupted."that's a drawing of a stick figure playing Go Fish next to 'Put milk in the refrigerator'."

"Ah!" King Piccolo gasped. "The milk!"

Piccolo stepped aside, as his father dashed past him to the kitchen. He followed.

"'Sniff' It's spoiled!" King Piccolo held the carton with the spoiled dairy in his hands, and cried.

"Dad, what about the plan?" Piccolo reminded.

"Oh right... 'Sniff' Well, I guess it's no use crying over spoiled milk... First, we go to the store!"

Piccolo face-palmed at the horrible pun, then followed his dad out the door.

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"2 percent... 1 percent... Where's the low fat!?"

"Dad..."

"How am I supposed to maintain my perfect fighting figure wth this?"

"Why do we even need milk?" Piccolo asked.

"For dessert tonight," King Piccolo answered. "We're having Aquafina, with a side of Arrowhead, with some Spring Water to wash it all down."

"Aww, dad! I hate Arrowhead!" Piccolo complained. "It's gross!"

"Quit your whining!" King Piccolo snapped. "How do you expect to grow up big and strong if you don't drink your Arrowhead? How do you think Son Goku got so strong?"

"Because he's a freak?"

"No! He's... Oh forget it! Let's just check out..."

After standing in the check out line for a good 20 minutes, they checked out the groceries, then loaded up everything up in the car and drove off.

"Now, to carry out the newly written, super duper, super nefarious plan..." King Piccolo said, while driving.

"Is that where we're going?" Piccolo asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"What about the milk?"

"...Oh crap!"

The car came to a skidding, screeching halt, then made a sharp u-turn and drove the opposite way.

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"Hang in there! Don't give up! DON'T SPOIL ON ME!!" King Piccolo had long ditched the car, and was running toward his house with the milk in hand.

Piccolo ran after him, a big sweat drop clinging to his head. After finally catching up to his father inside, he heard faint sobs coming from the kitchen.

"Dad, what happened?" Piccolo asked, while standing in the doorway.

"'Sniff' 'Sniff' I spilled the milk!"

Heh heh, I warned you! Anyway, I got a rather funny request for a Bardock/Goku chapter. Why is it funny? You'll have to wait and see...