[Piccolo didn't particularly care about the state of the manor. The whole thing could just fall down and he wouldn't even blink. It was the obnoxious ruckus the humans ...and other things, where making that drove him outside ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Hiiro's face comes on the screen with deadpan unamusement, and he's got his arms crossed. He means some serious business!]

Alright. Who's got my body? It's big and green and kind of hard to miss.

[Yup, that's Piccolo in this tiny little human body, and he is NOT a happy Namekian! Figures he goes out of his way to help people and this is what he ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Piccolo waddled out of his room without much fanfare. Not that it looks like he could reach the doorknob, but hey, bless telekinesis. He was aware his abilities had been tweaked- trying to fly off of his bed had ended HORRIBLY. But no one had to see that, ha ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Well because Piccolo is such an upstanding and active member of society he hasn't been paying a damn bit of attention of the murders going on. Why? Because he doesn't believe there's anyone dumb enough to go after him. So he's still strolling around like he owns the place ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Piccolo stalked through the halls. His demenor far different then usual. I wicked grin was plastered on his face and he was unnaturally calm (for him anyway), his arms were folded neatly behind his back. His cape and turban had been discarded and the way he walked through the halls was closer to proweling and quite unlike the brisk pace he usually ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )