Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Druggieball Z ❯ Ch.1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Da white rappa 
Read to find out...But I could put it into one word. Druuuugs...That's right, so read to find out!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.04.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Read to find out...But I could put it into one word. Druuuugs...That's right, so read to find out!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.04.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Disclaimers Notice: I don't own the F*ckin' characters, so don't freakin'
sue me! Aight, this is my first fic, so be patient, y'all! I'm gonna be as
funny as I can, so if your looking for a romantic, serious, or purposeful
story...LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE! This fic will have mild language, so kiddies,
get an adult. Jk, I wouldn't read these kinds of stories with MY parents,
but hey, ON WITH THE FIC!
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Picture this...A beautiful day. The birds chirping, the sun shining,
all that crap. Some might even call it a perfect day. A man with spiky
black hair certainly thought it was. He and his son walked to their favorite
pond, expecting to catch a lot of fish for dinner. Alas, they did not know
of the events that would unravel in the days to come.....
~Elsewhere~
'Hmmm...I sense some sort of strange...Weed! Who would DARE bring
they buisness up in HERE? Well, I guess I'll go and...reason with this
crazy mofo...' With that, a 7 foot Namek took to the sky, heading east,
then relized he was going the wrong way, turned around. 'Oops, mah bad!'
he thought to himself.
~ANOTHER Elsewhere~" Hey man, you need some Calrity?" a man with
long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail asked a teenager who looked
about ready to piss his pants. The man was sitting on the sidewalk, back
against a wall.
"Umm...n-no thanks...I- I need to get home now..." The teenager who
looked about ready to piss his pants said.
"Aww, come on, what have you got to lose?" The dealer inquired.
A sound of something hitting the ground next to them made them both jump.
Piccolo dusted off his pants, having fallen to the ground, rather
ungracefully, due to the fact that he was so wasted.
"What a shame..." Piccolo started.
"What's a shame?" The T.W.L.A.R.T.P.H.P. asked?
"That this little bastard is trying to rip you off! See, this is what we
would call bad quality." He took a bag of weed from the dude's coat."
What you need, bro, is some of Piccolo's 'Special' stash. What's your
name, kid? Jimmy? Well, I always liked that name."
"Jimmy" said, "But my name's not-"
"It is now," and with that, Piccolo placed a hand on "Jimmy's" shoulder.
" Ya see Jimmy, what we have here is the cheap,
I-cannot-get-wasted-off-this-f*ckin'-sh*t brand, ya dig?" Jimmy,
who was too scared to talk, nodded his head. "Good, now what you
really want is..." And with that, Piccolo started to tell
"Jimmy" the wonders of quality hash...
~At the Pond~
"Hey dad, what do you think of this fish?" A 10 year old Gohan
asked his father.
"That sure is a big one, son! You know, if you cross your eyes,
it sort of looks like your mother... (A/N it's an inside joke between
me and my friend) ...Don't tell her I said that, K?" Goku flashed his famous
Son grin.
"Sure dad." Gohan sighed. His dad could be such a moron sometimes. "Anyway...
Could I invite Piccolo to dinner?"
"You know it's always alright with me, but it's your mother you have to
convince..." Goku shudders. "Just, YOUR going to have to ask her, she's still
pissed at me for, er..." He stopped abruptly.
"For what dad?" Gohan asked, fully showing his innocence.
"Well, er, I'lltellyouwhenyourolder." Gohan sweatdropped.
"Yeah..."
As if on cue, Piccolo crashed into a tree. He shook his head around some,
to make the little stars go away. "Damn tree...Always trying to pick a fight.
I'll show the little bitch who he's dealing with!" And with that, he blasted the
tree into the fiza (pronounced fiz-a, like in ate, mmk? I dunno, something
my bother says ^_^') Piccolo grinned and peace signed. ^_^v " I showed him,
eh?" He said, looking to the left of Goku and Gohan.
"Uh...Piccolo?" Gohan said cautiously.
"What?!"
"We're over here...."
Piccolo snapped his attention to them. "Of course you are!" Sweatdrop by Goku
and Gohan.
"Piccolo, you KNOW your supposed to save that for the customers." Goku scolded.
"Well, er...what's your name again?"
"Goku."
"Well, GOKU, it just so happens an extra shipment came in, so I got a little for myself."
"A LITTLE?! Piccolo, your eyes are redder than...Well, they're really red, OK?!" Goku said, quite
preturbed.
"Well then, I guess you don't want any then, do you?"
Goku's eyes widened. On one hand, there was Chi-Chi, the pure evil demoness, who could
do things unspeakable...But, what about that other hand...*Angel Goku appears on Goku's
shoulder* Goku! You KNOW better than to take that stuff! *Evil devil Goku appears on
Goku's other shoulder* Yeah, you better make Gohan take it first, make sure it's all right.
Goku is VERY confused, when suddenly Piccolo comes up behind him.
"Don't worry, Son...I'll take care of...*pure evil grin comes across his face* Chi-Chi..."
Piccolo looks at Gohan, who is looking inside Piccolo's brief case. "I wouldn't do that, boy.
You don't EVER mess with a green man's weed, dig?"
"Word."
"Good. Now, if only I could remember what time I was supposed to meet that client..." Gohan
and Goku left Piccolo to ponder his buisness. When Piccolo relized they were gone, he quickly
grabbed his case and headed for their house. ' Well, I guess it's time to show them why mah
daddy named me Piccolo...Wait, that didn't make sense. Oh well, I'm sure that bush would be happy to
tell me something that did make sense.' And so, Piccolo struck up conversation with the bush, whose
words were inaudible to every other living thing....
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Well, hope y'all enjoyed my first Chapter. Pretty pointless and stupid, but then, so is school,
but you still go, right? Keep readin', I promise it WILL get better. Oh, and check out stories authored by
DBZ Chicka, I promise, they're VERY popular, and VERY funny. I helped write 'em, so they've got
to be good, right? *a cricket chrips in back ground* FINE! But, please go to mediaminer and see if
you can't catch some stuff of mine, mmk? The name's Da White Rappa, so don't forget. Oh, and I know this chapter
was short, but give me time, it'll get better! Until next time, peace easy!
Oh, and tip your waitresses, mmk?
sue me! Aight, this is my first fic, so be patient, y'all! I'm gonna be as
funny as I can, so if your looking for a romantic, serious, or purposeful
story...LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE! This fic will have mild language, so kiddies,
get an adult. Jk, I wouldn't read these kinds of stories with MY parents,
but hey, ON WITH THE FIC!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
Picture this...A beautiful day. The birds chirping, the sun shining,
all that crap. Some might even call it a perfect day. A man with spiky
black hair certainly thought it was. He and his son walked to their favorite
pond, expecting to catch a lot of fish for dinner. Alas, they did not know
of the events that would unravel in the days to come.....
~Elsewhere~
'Hmmm...I sense some sort of strange...Weed! Who would DARE bring
they buisness up in HERE? Well, I guess I'll go and...reason with this
crazy mofo...' With that, a 7 foot Namek took to the sky, heading east,
then relized he was going the wrong way, turned around. 'Oops, mah bad!'
he thought to himself.
~ANOTHER Elsewhere~" Hey man, you need some Calrity?" a man with
long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail asked a teenager who looked
about ready to piss his pants. The man was sitting on the sidewalk, back
against a wall.
"Umm...n-no thanks...I- I need to get home now..." The teenager who
looked about ready to piss his pants said.
"Aww, come on, what have you got to lose?" The dealer inquired.
A sound of something hitting the ground next to them made them both jump.
Piccolo dusted off his pants, having fallen to the ground, rather
ungracefully, due to the fact that he was so wasted.
"What a shame..." Piccolo started.
"What's a shame?" The T.W.L.A.R.T.P.H.P. asked?
"That this little bastard is trying to rip you off! See, this is what we
would call bad quality." He took a bag of weed from the dude's coat."
What you need, bro, is some of Piccolo's 'Special' stash. What's your
name, kid? Jimmy? Well, I always liked that name."
"Jimmy" said, "But my name's not-"
"It is now," and with that, Piccolo placed a hand on "Jimmy's" shoulder.
" Ya see Jimmy, what we have here is the cheap,
I-cannot-get-wasted-off-this-f*ckin'-sh*t brand, ya dig?" Jimmy,
who was too scared to talk, nodded his head. "Good, now what you
really want is..." And with that, Piccolo started to tell
"Jimmy" the wonders of quality hash...
~At the Pond~
"Hey dad, what do you think of this fish?" A 10 year old Gohan
asked his father.
"That sure is a big one, son! You know, if you cross your eyes,
it sort of looks like your mother... (A/N it's an inside joke between
me and my friend) ...Don't tell her I said that, K?" Goku flashed his famous
Son grin.
"Sure dad." Gohan sighed. His dad could be such a moron sometimes. "Anyway...
Could I invite Piccolo to dinner?"
"You know it's always alright with me, but it's your mother you have to
convince..." Goku shudders. "Just, YOUR going to have to ask her, she's still
pissed at me for, er..." He stopped abruptly.
"For what dad?" Gohan asked, fully showing his innocence.
"Well, er, I'lltellyouwhenyourolder." Gohan sweatdropped.
"Yeah..."
As if on cue, Piccolo crashed into a tree. He shook his head around some,
to make the little stars go away. "Damn tree...Always trying to pick a fight.
I'll show the little bitch who he's dealing with!" And with that, he blasted the
tree into the fiza (pronounced fiz-a, like in ate, mmk? I dunno, something
my bother says ^_^') Piccolo grinned and peace signed. ^_^v " I showed him,
eh?" He said, looking to the left of Goku and Gohan.
"Uh...Piccolo?" Gohan said cautiously.
"What?!"
"We're over here...."
Piccolo snapped his attention to them. "Of course you are!" Sweatdrop by Goku
and Gohan.
"Piccolo, you KNOW your supposed to save that for the customers." Goku scolded.
"Well, er...what's your name again?"
"Goku."
"Well, GOKU, it just so happens an extra shipment came in, so I got a little for myself."
"A LITTLE?! Piccolo, your eyes are redder than...Well, they're really red, OK?!" Goku said, quite
preturbed.
"Well then, I guess you don't want any then, do you?"
Goku's eyes widened. On one hand, there was Chi-Chi, the pure evil demoness, who could
do things unspeakable...But, what about that other hand...*Angel Goku appears on Goku's
shoulder* Goku! You KNOW better than to take that stuff! *Evil devil Goku appears on
Goku's other shoulder* Yeah, you better make Gohan take it first, make sure it's all right.
Goku is VERY confused, when suddenly Piccolo comes up behind him.
"Don't worry, Son...I'll take care of...*pure evil grin comes across his face* Chi-Chi..."
Piccolo looks at Gohan, who is looking inside Piccolo's brief case. "I wouldn't do that, boy.
You don't EVER mess with a green man's weed, dig?"
"Word."
"Good. Now, if only I could remember what time I was supposed to meet that client..." Gohan
and Goku left Piccolo to ponder his buisness. When Piccolo relized they were gone, he quickly
grabbed his case and headed for their house. ' Well, I guess it's time to show them why mah
daddy named me Piccolo...Wait, that didn't make sense. Oh well, I'm sure that bush would be happy to
tell me something that did make sense.' And so, Piccolo struck up conversation with the bush, whose
words were inaudible to every other living thing....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, hope y'all enjoyed my first Chapter. Pretty pointless and stupid, but then, so is school,
but you still go, right? Keep readin', I promise it WILL get better. Oh, and check out stories authored by
DBZ Chicka, I promise, they're VERY popular, and VERY funny. I helped write 'em, so they've got
to be good, right? *a cricket chrips in back ground* FINE! But, please go to mediaminer and see if
you can't catch some stuff of mine, mmk? The name's Da White Rappa, so don't forget. Oh, and I know this chapter
was short, but give me time, it'll get better! Until next time, peace easy!
Oh, and tip your waitresses, mmk?