Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I do own pop star Piccolo and his songs (I just own the idea of pop star Piccolo and I came up with the songs).
Sounds like a scary story, eh? I know! Isn't it genius?? Get Piccolo to loosen up a bit....
Piccolo: The Pop Star Days
Piccolo becomes... A pop singer?!
::Author runs off screaming::
"Oops I did it again!" ::click:: "I'm a genie in a bottle, baby." ::click:: "Backstreet's back, all right!" ::click:: "Bye bye bye!" ::click::
"Damnit!" Piccolo yelled turning the TV off. "I am sick of this shit! Too many of these whiney brats! Get them singing lessons at least..."
He got up, walked outside, then sat down in the grass cross-legged and thought. "How do I get these crappy little turds off of the airwaves?" Piccolo
thought for a second, then thrust his finger in the air (AN - For all of my fellow pervs, for once, that was not meant to be sex-related), and yelled, "Aha! I
can show them what being a pop singer is all about! I will show them how to really sing! It has been my lifelong dream to be a famous singer..." stars
appear in his eyes as he clasps his hands together, "I will shine like a morning star...!"
Piccolo hopped up and down and clapped giddily, then skipped off into the house.
He stuffed the last of his things into his duffle bag and swung it over his shoulder. He slammed open the door with a big smile on his face, then
triumphantly put his fists on his hips. "I'm gonna be a pop star!" he cried, then shot off into the sky like Superman.
Piccolo arrived at the music studio and walked inside to the secretary’s desk. The secretary just sat there sleeping with her cheek in her palm, drooling
slightly out of the corner of her mouth. Piccolo stood there patiently, just looking at her awkwardly. Finally, after getting very impatient, he leaned in slightly
and said, "Excuse me..." The secretary jumped awake, startled.
"Oh... uhh... um.. hello!" she stuttered, nervously fixing her hair and adjusting herself in her chair. "What can I help you with?"
"I'm here to try out for being a pop singer!" Piccolo said with enthusiasm and pride.
"Oh, well that's nice..." the secretary said with a weird look on her face that said, *That wants to be a pop singer...? .......... Riiiiiiiight..........* "Do you
have an appointment?"
"Yep! It should be under 'Piccolo, boy genius'," Piccolo replied, still with the large look of pride. The secretary raised an eyebrow at this, but then began
to type away on her computer. She stared at the screen for a second, then turned back to Piccolo. "Well.... I'll be damned.... here it is.... Just wait out there,
in one of those chairs while I call up and tell the talent agent that his 5:30 has arrived."
"Will do!" Piccolo said happily, then skipped over to a chair and sat down, hands on his knees, great posture, and a big smile with his eyes wide open.
The receptionist looked at him awkwardly. *Now that right there... that's messed up...* she thought, then picked up the phone and dialed 47 for the
talent agent's office.
Piccolo stayed frozen in his position, happily awaiting the assistant to tell him he could go up. When he finally heard her say, "You may go up now," he
flipped out, screaming "yippee" and jumping all around the room.
She looked at him with a blank stare, then she put her forehead in her hand and sighed in frustration. "Do you want to know how to get there?" she
Piccolo shot over to her. "Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh!"
"You go down that hall, take a right, then get into the elevator. Go to the 5th floor, then it's the door at the end of the hall. It should say 'Richard Grace'
on it, he's the talent agent."
"Thank you!" Piccolo squealed and took off down the hall. The receptionist looked down after him till he was out of site. Then she reached under her desk
and grabbed a flask. She looked at it, threw it behind her and reached under her desk again. This time she pulled out a huge bottle of whiskey and downed
it in a second.
"I need a new job..."
Piccolo burst into the room, throwing his arms wide open. "It's me! Your sexy green bitch! I'm here!" Piccolo called, getting startled gasps as responses. One of them, behind a big desk, regained himself first, straightened his glasses, and said, "I take it you are Piccolo Boy Genius?"
"That’s me!" he shouted, dropping his bag on the floor and walked over to his desk, sitting down in a chair.
"Okay..." he replied uneasily. "I see you want to try out so you can become... a... singer...."
"Thaaaat’s right! I am gonna be famous! People will love me and adore me!" The talent agent just stared at him awkwardly.
"Uhhh... okay.... Do you need to change or anything for the tryouts?"
"Oh yes!" Piccolo cried. "Be right back! I’ll go change in the Little Namek’s Room!" Then he picked up his duffel bag and ran out of the room towards the bathroom. The people in the room looked at each other, scared and confused.
After a couple minutes, piccolo burst into the room again wearing a curly blonde wig and blue overalls. He sauntered in and started to sing.
"Animal crackers in my soup
monkeys and rabbits loop the loop,
Gosh, oh gee, but I have fun,
swallowin' animals one by one.
In every bowl of soup I see,
lions and tigers watching me,
I made 'em jump right thru a hoop,
those animal crackers in my soup
When they're inside me
where its dark,
I walk around like Noah's ark
I stuff my tummy like a goop
with animal crackers in my soup!"
The entire room was speechless. Piccolo’s eyes bulged as he grinned wildly. "Well??" he cried.
The talent agent cleared his throat. "We don’t think you’re uhh.... ‘right’ for this company..."
Piccolo’s eyes transformed to puppy dog eyes as they welled up with tears. His bottom lip quivered, and sniffling, he turned around and plopped down cross-legged on the floor. After a bit of sniffling and whimpering, he screamed out, "It’s not fair!!!" then burst into tears, crying loudly.
The people in the room looked at each other, once again scared and confused. Then they all turned their attention to the talent agent. He looked around wildly, wondering what to do. "Umm.... Mr. Piccolo....?"
"::sniff:: Uh huh....." Piccolo whined.
"... We have um.... changed our decision... We will allow you to become a singer, but we will stop if we do not get profits."
Piccolo jumped up and turned around, the giddy, gleeful look back on his face. "Yes! My chance has come! On my way up! I’m a pop singer!!"
The end of chapter one. Will Piccolo get the company a profit? Will he become a pop star?? I think we’re all a little frightened here.... Tune in next time for.... Piccolo: The Pop Star Days - Piccolo, On The Way Up!
On To Chapter 2 ~~~>