Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, if you sued me, you'd get about 3 cents.... ::sniffle:: that's all i have...
Story Title: Piccolo: The Pop Star Days
Chapter Title: On The Way Up
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG-13 (I have the "f" woid in here... ^^)
Notes: Well, here's chapter two! I know it took me a while, but after chapter one, I just kinda blanked out.... ^^; Anyway, I don't know how this chapter's gonna turn out. It's as much a surprise to you as it is to me. ^^ Anyway, enjoy!
"..." = speaking
*...* = thinking



     When Piccolo got home, he spent hours just running in circles in his living room giggling like a little school girl and clapping his hands. But eventually he had to stop, he was getting so dizzy he was falling over. Finally, he sat down to think.
     "Now I need to come up with a song..." he thought aloud. "I wanna sing a song that kinda tells about me and what's going on in my life.... God I would love to sing 'It's Not Easy Being Green'! But that's not my own personal song, I didn't write it..." Then Piccolo went quiet and just sat there on his couch in The Thinker pose.

The Next Morning...

     Piccolo, stuck in the same position, was still thinking about what song to write. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his pointer finger shot up in the air. "I've an idea!" he cried. He jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He opened up a drawer next to his refrigerator, pulled out a pencil and notebook he had in there, then turned to the fridge. He opened that up and looked for what to get out. *Decisions decisions...* Piccolo thought as he looked at the shelves upon shelves of bottled water ('member, he doesn't eat, he just drinks water... ^^). *Normal water, or flavored water.... Aquafina, or Kwenchers..... Aquafina or Kwenchers...* Then the thought hit him. "Wait a minute... why the hell should I have to choose?" he said as he grabbed an Aquafina and a Kiwi-Strawberry Kwenchers, then he headed out to the living room.
     He sat down on the couch and opened the Kwenchers bottle. He drank a little bit, then his eyes flew open and he spat it back out, disgust written all over his face. "This is shit!!! What the hell is this?? They expect people to like it??!" he cried, the he chucked the still full bottle aimlessly.... and watched as his window shattered. He just kinda looked at it for a while. "Someone's gonna pay for that..." he finally said, bringing his attention back to the issue at hand.
     He picked up his pencil and began writing furiously in his notebook. He had finally got an idea for a song.

     Not too long later, he lifted the notebook straight out in front of him with both hands on either side of it, then brought it too himself. He hugged it, kissed it, then held it out in front of him again. "You," he said, "are my masterpiece." Then got up and ran over to the phone, picked it up, and called his agency.
     "Hello, Grace Talent Agency, Allison speaking," the voice on the other line said.
     "Hello, I would like to speak to Mr. Richard Grace please!" Piccolo said ecstatically.
     "Who may I ask is calling?"
     "This is Piccolo. Tell him it's important."
     There was silence on the other line for a minute. ".... Piccolo....?" the voice asked timidly, almost frightened.
     "Uhhh... that's right."
     There was another long pause, then he heard the sound of liquid moving in a glass bottle, some swallowing, and a sigh. "Hold on.... Transferring...." Piccolo was quite confused. Some nice elevator (or elvalator as I say it) music was put on, instantly making Piccolo even more happy. He started dancing around the kitchen and singing to the old tunes. He wasn't even paying attention to the sudden "Hello! Hello?"s on the other line.
     "Who is this!!" someone screamed on the other line, breaking Piccolo out of his dancing and singing phase.
     "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Grace, got caught up in the moment. This is Piccolo sir," he said apologetically.
     "Oh yes, Mr. Piccolo..." Mr. Grace said. "What can I do for you?"
     "Well, I wrote a song! And I would like to sing it to you to see if you like it sometime."
     "Well that's.... great! Umm... Our earliest convenience would be in two days, Thursday. Is that okay with you? That gives you 3 days to practice the performance for us."
     "That's perfectly fine with me! What time?"
     "How is 3:00 pm for you?"
     "Great! I'll see you then Mr. Grace! And may the piece be with you."
     "Yea...... sure..... sayonara Mr. Piccolo."
     "Ja ne!" Piccolo cried happily through the phone then hung up the phone. He danced his way over to his living room to start right away on what he was going to do.

     During the 3 days that Piccolo had to work on his performance, he memorized his song, worked many hours oh his dancing for it, and recorded the music for it, playing it on his grand piano. That's right, Piccolo has a grand piano. He could hardly contain himself when Thursday had arrived.

     He was giggling and jumping around the waiting room as the secretary was mercilessly sucking down gin. When the phone finally rang down their Piccolo instantly stopped exactly where he was, which was in mid air with his hands almost touching in a clap.
     "Yes... Alright.... Right. Thank you so much sir... so much...." The secretary put the phone down and turned to Piccolo, taking another gulp of her gin. "Mr. Grace tells you to come up, he is ready to see your performance."
     Piccolo rushed over to the chair he set his stuff on and picked up his tape player and his papers, then ran over to the elevator. When he got out at the top he ran over to Mr. Grace's door and burst in screaming, "It's me! Your sexy green bitch!"
     "Do you say that every time you enter a room?" Mr. Grace asked with an eyebrow raised. Piccolo looked stunned.
     "Yes actually.... How'd you know?" Piccolo asked, dumbfounded. Mr. Grace just put his forehead in his right hand and sighed.
     "Are you ready to sing me your song?" he asked, almost frightened.
     "Oh that's right!" he cried. He ran and set his tape player on a near by chair, then went around and handed out the papers to everyone there, they were the lyrics so they could go along with the song. Then he ran back over to the chair, turned around and addressed the people. "I have written a song entitled 'On The Way Up'. It is a song that tells a little bit about myself, the new and rising star!" Then he turned around to the chair, pressed play, then stood with his back to everyone in a big open area. (You guys are gonna have to invision the music for yourselves.... ^^;)
     The music started to play... slowly at first...


"I am your everyday world savior
But I have always had dreams
And on the outside, I'm green and look scary
But things aren't always what they seem..."

     The music picks up and moves faster and more upbeat.

"Yesterday I was nobody
Nobody knew my name
Now I'm on the way up
I am rising closer to fame!

Mabye soon, I will be well known
It's always been my dream
So sit back and relax to my songs
I would like some pickles and cream!

I. Am. On the way up!
Soon I'll be on the top!
I. Am. On the way up!
And I will not be able to stop!
I'm on the way uuuuup!"

     The music slows down yet again, to the same rhythm as at the beginning.

"When I first tried to get in the game
I failed miserably
But now, the game's been changed around
... That's plain to seeee....."

     The music picks up yet again.

"Once when I thought back on
The live I once lead
I lay on my bed and cry
Then I sat and said...!

'Maybe soon, I will be well known
It's always been my dream
So I'll sit back and relax to my songs
And I would like some pickles and cream!'

I. Am. On the way up!
Soon I'll be on the top!
I. Am. On the way up!
And I will not be able to stop!
I'm on the way uuuuup!
Yeah yeah yeeeeaaaah!"

     Then there was a musical break for 6 measures (^^ I do know some musical shit, I am a singer), where as he just danced around like a rabid monkey.

I am not a hamster!
I am not a hamster!
I am not a hamster!
I'm not a fucking hamsteeeeeeeer!

So as the bugs and birds peck at my head
I used to sit there wishing I were dead
But now I just drag their asses in the shed
And this is what I saaaaaiiiid....!

I. Am. On the way up!
Soon I'll be on the top!
I. Am. On the way up!
And I will not be able to stop!
I'm on the way uuuuup!"

     The music quieted down, but kept the same beat. Then he sings quietly.

"I. Am. On the way up...
Soon I'll be on the top...
I. Am. On the way up...
And I will not be able to stoooooop...
I'm on the way ::gets louder, almost screams:: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!!!"

     The music stops, and the rest is sung in a soft, caring manor.

"I am on. The way. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuup....."

     Piccolo bowed and sat down for a breather as he hit the stop button on the tape player. He looked around expectedly at the room full of raised eyebrows. Then started the light clapping which grew louder and louder. Piccolo's eyes lit up like a pervert reading their first lemon. (^^; I just kinda dissed myself.... I'm a major perv..... ^^) He stood up and started bowing again.
     "Wonderful!" Mr. Grace yelled. "We must get you to the recording studio at once to record that, but first we need to get you a band. And we're gonna need 10 more songs by Sunday."
     Piccolo smiled. "I can do that! I'm full of inspiration!" Piccolo turned and looked at the camera. "They love me! They really love me! I really will become...." he takes a breath. "A pop star!!"



So? What you think of chapter 2? Rather creepy, eh? Anyway, I will gone next week (August 5-11), and I really hope I'm able to post Wild Horses by then. FanFiction.Net won't let me! It's prolly that damn Code Red Internet Worm.... You can upload chapters to stories you already have on there, but you can't upload new stories. Try it! I dare you! ::sigh:: That's bullshit.... ::whimper:: I hope to get it up very soon, I love it, the story is wonderful! At least I think it is.... Anyway, review please! I love feedback! I know it's scary, but please... ^^ Well, ja people!

- Trixie D



On To Chapter 3 ~~~>