Badfic Manor

[Piccolo is in the kitchen, feet kicked up on on the table, arms folded behind his head still, and a wicked grin on his face, reveling in his victory over Zarbon. Just BASKING in it. Granted it wasn't exactly a hard win, but that was the beating he had been DYING to give Zarbon as payback for what happened waaay back in December.

Therefore this calls for some celebratory GLOATING. Which means he's pretty much going to be in everyone's way... and be an ass...]

[Hello everyone it's your favorite neighborhood Namekian looking as disgruntled as ever! He's grumbling a bit, inwardly going over just how he got conned into doing this again...]

Alright humans and whatever else you things are, you're going to get gathered all in one place so you can be escorted out but a couple of muscleheads.

[So says a fellow musclehead...]

So tell me where you are and I'm going to come get you. Start whining and I'll leave you behind. Understand?


[Isn't it just so refreshing to see someone just so enthusiastic about his job?]

[Piccolo hadn't taken kindly to the disease he called humanity. In an attempt to rid himself of it, he decided the best course of action was to pretend it wasn't there and take out all his aggressions on the surrounding trees. Well it seems that the trees finally got their revenge because for once it was Piccolo who looked worse for wear and not the trees.

He's standing in his usual clearing. Still unusually tall for a human, and quite muscular he appears to be about his early 20's. Though his ears tapered off to a slight point, and while no where near as prominent his large canines and claws remained. The skin on his knuckles had been shredded by his training, and he was shivering something fierce being outside in only his gi. But he was still determined to punch the living crap out of that tree.

After a few more minutes of tree punching he allows himself a rest, sitting it the base of the tree next to the blackberry. The snow felt good on his raw knuckles, but that nice little discovery was cut should by the audible grumbling of his stomach. Pretending to still be Namekian meant that he was hell bent on not eating. It doesn't take him long to notice the blinking light on his blackberry, he growl at it and pegged it against a nearby tree. But it didn't break like he had hoped, but the screen had cracked. Giving up for the day he just slumps over onto his side, exhausted]

[The door to Piccolo's room creaked open reveal a very groggy and confused Piccolo. Well... most of him at least, his head was obscured by the door way. He ducked under and turned to the side so that he could fit through with his height and the shoulders of his cape and walked out into the hallways. It was all so familiar, yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint why... wait a minute. Yes he could. CRAP. This place again? After almost 6 years? Vague bits for memories and feelings began resurfacing as though they had just happened the other day.

He stormed down the halls like he was frantically looking for something, yet he wasn't quite sure what that something was...]

[Once again Piccolo was storming through the halls angrily, not like that's anything new for Piccolo. As if YET ANOTHER humiliating defeat in New York, and getting confined once more into the mannor wasn't bad enough, but NOOOOO the author had to make the manor as decorative and obnoxiously shiny as physically possible.

He stormed to his room and glared at the bizzare lighted branch on his door as though it were the source of all his problems. So he eyelasers the thing into oblivion before blowing into his room slamming the door so hard behind him the walls around his door crack. Enter at your own risk, although this is probably the first tantrum he's had without trying to blow the manor and/or a city up. He's improving!]

[Piccolo finally managed to detach Elphie from his arm for just long enough to get her some food. Of course he is doing so with about as much grace sociability as a spaceship to the face. He's wandering throughout the city breaking through windows of stores and pretty much plundering whatever he thinks looks edible. And of course he doesn't believe he's doing anything wrong, since no one is yelling at him or trying to chase him out with a broom... yet]

((in other words feel free to yell at him and chasing him out with a broom for stealing))

[In the morgue where Piccolo's body was last seen there will now the remains of a large egg, and not an ostrich sized-egg. Nooo, this egg is large enough to encompass a very rotund toddler. And that very rotund toddler is now waddling around the manor like he owns the place. Anyone with some sort of sixth sense or sensing ability will probably feel a presence of PURE EVIL emanating from this fat green kid, and anyone who dares talk to him maybe be surprised by his hillariously high pitched voice.

After Piccolo awoke he started waddling around the morgue, looking for answers. AND HE WAS NOT AMUSED. How the hell did he get inside a house? That not where eggs are just supposed to appear, especially his. He needed to find some sort of explanation and he needed it now, and he's not going to get it here. He goes to leave only to have his fat self be faced with a daunting flight of stairs.OH GAWD WHY. One step at a time Piccolo slowly makes his way up the stairs putting forth way more effort than he should have to, due to his shape. He had to take a break to catch his breath while wheezing on one of the steps. After a moment he turns to resume his arduous climb up the stairs, but his foot catches on his little robe and he takes a tumble ALL the way down the stairs eventually hitting the ground and rolling until he crashes into a table and knocking it over.

He sits up and rubs his head, and were his eyes watering? No of course not. Piccolo will never show his tears to the enemy, which in this case is the stairs. Once more he approaches the stairs with the goal to conquer. One by one he waddles his fat self up every stair, and after taking about 30 minutes longer than a normal person, Piccolo finally makes his way to the top of the stairs. But this was simply not enough. The first floor didn't have anything he was looking for he found the rice cooker, got scared, and ran away, nor did the second. But finally, after hours of stair failing climbing Piccolo finds something of use. A door with his name on it. Surly, whatever lies beyond that door will have answers for him.

Piccolo reaches up for the doorknob... but he's too short to reach it. It was official: today was not his day.]

((ooc: While Piccolo is considerably weaker than he was before he's still powerful, he just doesn't have full control over it yet... at the very least expect some mostly non-lethal lasers))

[Piccolo had decided to go out for a bit once Elphaba had gone to sleep. He mad quite sure not to break the window this time... well not a window that she could hear him break anyway.

He made his way back to that hole in the ground with all the old stuff. Something had caught his eye, but he was far too irritated to investigate it at the time. Although over the past few days it had been on his mind.

He spotted the glass pyramid-thing that he had busted out of earlier and quickly flew right back down the hole he had made. It didn't take long for him to retrace his steps... he had left a rather noticeable path of destruction in his frustration at being lost in the place. He wandered throughout the halls irritably. This place was no more tolerable the first time. Filled with old musty smelling useless junk. Reminded him of Kami, and nothing that reminds him of Kami was a good thing.

And then, a familiar orange glint caught his eye. He walked over to a marble sculpture with a large semi-precious orange stone lodged in it. But not just any orange stone, a perfectly circular orange stone with a small star one it (it was, in fact, not a star but actually an oak leaf. Ah Piccolo you genius cultured fellow you). Without hesitation he reached out and pulled the stone from the rest of the sculpture. As a mark of his triumph he rakes his claws along the wall leaving a trail before he takes off flying through the halls. Knocking over a great deal of paintings and sculptures. Perhaps if he came back the following night he would be able to find the other 6 Dragon Balls and wish this story out of existence.

[Piccolo was sitting on the front steps looking very, very bored. He had been waiting for two weeks to get outside, but now that he was he found himself with nothing to do. His little roommate had returned to her rightful room and now Piccolo didn't have anyone to show off the fruits of his training to, making training feel a little pointless. And he didn't do quite a lot in his free time other than training.

Piccolo's room was no longer a source of entertainment without Elphie. Of course Piccolo wasn't too keen on going back to his room anyway. It seemed that someone had tied the now lifeless rice cooker to his doorknob by the cored.]

[Well all this brooding about the current plot has taken it's toll on Piccolo. Hoping he might outlast this last stretch without taking a chunk out of anyone else's neck he has decided to take a nap. However he didn't feel like doing so in his room... or well... the manor confused him enough to make him unable to find his room. Piccolo had decided to take this napping opportunity right in the hallway. So when walking by please be mindful of our giant green friend... not that tripping over him would wake him up anyway...]