Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Druggieball Z ❯ Weeeeed ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Da white rappa 
Well, Piccolo's back (tell a friend) and so is the stoning. But what's this? Cell?! o.O Well, that's different. He's a WHAT?!!! Read and find out! ^_^
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.19.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Well, Piccolo's back (tell a friend) and so is the stoning. But what's this? Cell?! o.O Well, that's different. He's a WHAT?!!! Read and find out! ^_^
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.19.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Disclaimers:Look, I THINK we have been through this enough times...I don't
OWN ANYTHING!!! *angry lawyers glare daggers at me* Me: -_- <^> Damn lawyers,
Go scavenge somewhere else. *clears throat* Ahem. Thanks goes to all who
continue to read (AND REVIEW) my story. I recently put up some MAJOR crap
on mediaminer, so you might as well look, eh? ^__^ Oh, and Btw...If you haven't
checked out Mr. Zombie's stories by now...You're SICK! Lol, jk, but you ARE
missing a lot. ON WITH THE FIC!!! ^_^ I love doing that.
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~~~~~~~*Lookout*~~~~ ~~~
Dende is admiring a rather large pipe, while Piccolo is struggling to get
another blunt lit. Too bad he keeps missing. He accidentally set Mr. Popo
on fire earlier, but lets not go into that. Dende never knew this kind of
well developed chronic existed on Earth. He thought it was a myth, since
his people were prone to talking about such things. He was very curious,
however, as to it's origin.
Dende: "Damn, man...Where do you get this shit anyway?"
Piccolo: "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you...Or marry you, but
same thing, right?"
Dende: "Hell yeah, brotha!"
Now, lets rewind a bit shall we?
~~~~~~~~~~*A few hours earlier*~~~~~~~~~~
Piccolo: "Aw, c'mon Dende! Look, Kami took the same junk when HE was around,
and it gave him incredible foresight! No B.S, man!"
Dende: "Really?"
Piccolo: "Dende, would I lie to you?" Piccolo is looking at one of Mr. Popo's
scuplted shrubs, which remarkably looks like Dende. (to a stoner, that is)
Dende: *waves hand in front of Piccolo's face, trying to get him to look the
right way.*
Piccolo: *blinks, then turns his head in the right direction*
Dende: *says sarcastically* "Noooo, you wouldn't EVER lie to me...YOU STUPID
BITCH! HOW DENSE DO YOU THINK I AM?!!!
Piccolo: "...Very?"
Dende: "Look, gimme that thing-*motions to the bong in Piccolo's hands* and
you go and...*eyes widen,hands twitch*
Piccolo: *raises eye-ridge* Uh-huh...Well, you're right Dende...I've had too
much, and I need to hand it over to someone more...*grins evily*...responsible.
Dende, unable to keep his eyes off the wonderous invention, could only nod.
Dende: "Well, Piccolo...I'm glad, you came to your, uh...senses! That's it, senses...
I'll take that, but don't worry...It's in good...*face starts to convulse in
rapid spasms* hands.
Piccolo: *smirking* I know, Dende...*to himself* Oh, I know...
Well, I guess you can sum up the rest. The temtation was too much for the
shartruse shorty, and when he was good and ready, Piccolo intervened.
~~~~~~~~~~~*Present*~~~~~~~~~~~~
Piccolo looks at Dende, who is stoned like a motherf*cker. He shakes his head, and
stands up.
Piccolo: "Well, I have to go now, but I'll be back, mmk?"
Dende: "Aight, yo!"
Piccolo: "Remember what I told you. It's the key to life."
Dende: "Yeah...Happieness doesn't grow in hearts...it grows from plants!"
Piccolo: "Damn skippy! Well, For shizzle y'all!" And with that, he launches
off the floor...And comes straight down, landing head first on the floor.
"God Damn! Floor is hard as hell, you know that?" Now, Piccolo is ready, cautiously
strapping his parachute on. "Peace eeeeeeeeeasy!" Was heard as the nerotic
filled Namek plunged off the Lookout.
~~~~~~~*Our World*~~~~~~
Me: "Well...I be damned...I have 5 reivews...Oh sorry! *blushes* BACK TO THE
FIC! Oh, and Btw...I LOVE saying that!" ^__^
~~~~~~*Son House*~~~~~~
Goku: "Uh...What the hell?!"
Goku is referring to the wreckage his house has become. Vodka bottles, and well
as beer bottles are everywhere. A hole has started to burn through the coffee
table, for sitting right there was one of the infamous blunts. Goku groaned.
Chi-Chi would have his ass for this! A nasty thought...(A/N. *shudders*)
Not to mention the passed out Gohan at his feet. His mouth contained an almost
completely burned out joint. Goku sighed. It was going to be a looong day...
~~~~~~*dark, scary ally*~~~~~~~
Mysterious person: "Yo Picco, my bro, wassup?"
Piccolo: "Damn man, what isn't? The sky, the clouds, the ground..."*exhales*
Mysterious Person: "Man, I really need some more weed...You don't think you
could hook me up, could you?"
Piccolo: "NO!...I'm just playin', man! The higher the better, as I always say.
You look...familiar. Have I done buisness with you before?"
Mysterious Person: "You could say that...It's me, Jimmy!"
Piccolo: "Ooooohhh...I was confused with all the 'Mysterious Person' crap.
How did that stuff sit with you?"
Jimmy (A/N. I was getting reeeeeeally tired of writing 'Mysterious Person' all
the time...O_O ON WITH THE FIC!)
Jimmy: *is waiting* "Oh, are you finally finished? Thanks. It 'sat' incredibly
well, and I really...really need some more."
Piccolo: "Fine, but tell me one thing..."
~~~~~~*Cell's Office*~~~~~~
*phone rings*
Cell: "What it be?"
Voice from phone: "Yo, is now a good time?"
Cell, as many of you are unaware of, is a pimp. (A/N. Man, the stuff they keep
from you in America, eh?) He is decked out in the classic pimp get-up. Bright
purple suit, top open slightly to display the blingin' gold chain, the works.
His buisness was sought most in town, and he took pride in it. He joint owned
a series of strip clubs and bars with none other than the green man himself,
Pimpolo-er, Piccolo. Through sheer coincedence, that is the very person who he
was conversing with at that very moment. Cell ushered his ho-er, secretary out
and straightened his suit. (Cell, you playa you!) He then put the phone on
speaker, and sat in his huge swivel chair. (A/N. Ya know...I ALWAYS wanted
one of those...>.< Being broke sucks!) "How's the world treating you today,
Piccolo?"
Piccolo: "Good...So good, I might have found us some new...employees."
Cell, very interseted now: "Oh really? Are they good?"
Piccolo: *O_O* "Ooooh yeah."
Cell: *smirking* I can just picture your face now...O_O right? HAHAHAHAHA!!!
*cough-hack-cough* Damn...What the hell was in that shit, anyway?!!"
Piccolo: "Well, if you must know...
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Well, hoped y'all liked it! ^_^ I had fun writing this chapter...Who are these
new 'employees', and what do the pimp and drug dealer have in store for them?
All these questions will be answered in the next installment of DRUGGIEBALL Z!!!
Peace easy.
OWN ANYTHING!!! *angry lawyers glare daggers at me* Me: -_- <^> Damn lawyers,
Go scavenge somewhere else. *clears throat* Ahem. Thanks goes to all who
continue to read (AND REVIEW) my story. I recently put up some MAJOR crap
on mediaminer, so you might as well look, eh? ^__^ Oh, and Btw...If you haven't
checked out Mr. Zombie's stories by now...You're SICK! Lol, jk, but you ARE
missing a lot. ON WITH THE FIC!!! ^_^ I love doing that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~*Lookout*~~~~ ~~~
Dende is admiring a rather large pipe, while Piccolo is struggling to get
another blunt lit. Too bad he keeps missing. He accidentally set Mr. Popo
on fire earlier, but lets not go into that. Dende never knew this kind of
well developed chronic existed on Earth. He thought it was a myth, since
his people were prone to talking about such things. He was very curious,
however, as to it's origin.
Dende: "Damn, man...Where do you get this shit anyway?"
Piccolo: "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you...Or marry you, but
same thing, right?"
Dende: "Hell yeah, brotha!"
Now, lets rewind a bit shall we?
~~~~~~~~~~*A few hours earlier*~~~~~~~~~~
Piccolo: "Aw, c'mon Dende! Look, Kami took the same junk when HE was around,
and it gave him incredible foresight! No B.S, man!"
Dende: "Really?"
Piccolo: "Dende, would I lie to you?" Piccolo is looking at one of Mr. Popo's
scuplted shrubs, which remarkably looks like Dende. (to a stoner, that is)
Dende: *waves hand in front of Piccolo's face, trying to get him to look the
right way.*
Piccolo: *blinks, then turns his head in the right direction*
Dende: *says sarcastically* "Noooo, you wouldn't EVER lie to me...YOU STUPID
BITCH! HOW DENSE DO YOU THINK I AM?!!!
Piccolo: "...Very?"
Dende: "Look, gimme that thing-*motions to the bong in Piccolo's hands* and
you go and...*eyes widen,hands twitch*
Piccolo: *raises eye-ridge* Uh-huh...Well, you're right Dende...I've had too
much, and I need to hand it over to someone more...*grins evily*...responsible.
Dende, unable to keep his eyes off the wonderous invention, could only nod.
Dende: "Well, Piccolo...I'm glad, you came to your, uh...senses! That's it, senses...
I'll take that, but don't worry...It's in good...*face starts to convulse in
rapid spasms* hands.
Piccolo: *smirking* I know, Dende...*to himself* Oh, I know...
Well, I guess you can sum up the rest. The temtation was too much for the
shartruse shorty, and when he was good and ready, Piccolo intervened.
~~~~~~~~~~~*Present*~~~~~~~~~~~~
Piccolo looks at Dende, who is stoned like a motherf*cker. He shakes his head, and
stands up.
Piccolo: "Well, I have to go now, but I'll be back, mmk?"
Dende: "Aight, yo!"
Piccolo: "Remember what I told you. It's the key to life."
Dende: "Yeah...Happieness doesn't grow in hearts...it grows from plants!"
Piccolo: "Damn skippy! Well, For shizzle y'all!" And with that, he launches
off the floor...And comes straight down, landing head first on the floor.
"God Damn! Floor is hard as hell, you know that?" Now, Piccolo is ready, cautiously
strapping his parachute on. "Peace eeeeeeeeeasy!" Was heard as the nerotic
filled Namek plunged off the Lookout.
~~~~~~~*Our World*~~~~~~
Me: "Well...I be damned...I have 5 reivews...Oh sorry! *blushes* BACK TO THE
FIC! Oh, and Btw...I LOVE saying that!" ^__^
~~~~~~*Son House*~~~~~~
Goku: "Uh...What the hell?!"
Goku is referring to the wreckage his house has become. Vodka bottles, and well
as beer bottles are everywhere. A hole has started to burn through the coffee
table, for sitting right there was one of the infamous blunts. Goku groaned.
Chi-Chi would have his ass for this! A nasty thought...(A/N. *shudders*)
Not to mention the passed out Gohan at his feet. His mouth contained an almost
completely burned out joint. Goku sighed. It was going to be a looong day...
~~~~~~*dark, scary ally*~~~~~~~
Mysterious person: "Yo Picco, my bro, wassup?"
Piccolo: "Damn man, what isn't? The sky, the clouds, the ground..."*exhales*
Mysterious Person: "Man, I really need some more weed...You don't think you
could hook me up, could you?"
Piccolo: "NO!...I'm just playin', man! The higher the better, as I always say.
You look...familiar. Have I done buisness with you before?"
Mysterious Person: "You could say that...It's me, Jimmy!"
Piccolo: "Ooooohhh...I was confused with all the 'Mysterious Person' crap.
How did that stuff sit with you?"
Jimmy (A/N. I was getting reeeeeeally tired of writing 'Mysterious Person' all
the time...O_O ON WITH THE FIC!)
Jimmy: *is waiting* "Oh, are you finally finished? Thanks. It 'sat' incredibly
well, and I really...really need some more."
Piccolo: "Fine, but tell me one thing..."
~~~~~~*Cell's Office*~~~~~~
*phone rings*
Cell: "What it be?"
Voice from phone: "Yo, is now a good time?"
Cell, as many of you are unaware of, is a pimp. (A/N. Man, the stuff they keep
from you in America, eh?) He is decked out in the classic pimp get-up. Bright
purple suit, top open slightly to display the blingin' gold chain, the works.
His buisness was sought most in town, and he took pride in it. He joint owned
a series of strip clubs and bars with none other than the green man himself,
Pimpolo-er, Piccolo. Through sheer coincedence, that is the very person who he
was conversing with at that very moment. Cell ushered his ho-er, secretary out
and straightened his suit. (Cell, you playa you!) He then put the phone on
speaker, and sat in his huge swivel chair. (A/N. Ya know...I ALWAYS wanted
one of those...>.< Being broke sucks!) "How's the world treating you today,
Piccolo?"
Piccolo: "Good...So good, I might have found us some new...employees."
Cell, very interseted now: "Oh really? Are they good?"
Piccolo: *O_O* "Ooooh yeah."
Cell: *smirking* I can just picture your face now...O_O right? HAHAHAHAHA!!!
*cough-hack-cough* Damn...What the hell was in that shit, anyway?!!"
Piccolo: "Well, if you must know...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, hoped y'all liked it! ^_^ I had fun writing this chapter...Who are these
new 'employees', and what do the pimp and drug dealer have in store for them?
All these questions will be answered in the next installment of DRUGGIEBALL Z!!!
Peace easy.