The DragonBall Z Show: Piccolo's STD
DISCLAIMER: I am not Akira Toriyama... therefore I do not own DBZ.
Goku and Piccolo were sitting in the waiting room of Satan City Hospital.
"This is the worst restaurant I've ever been to," shouted Goku suddenly. "it's been hours since I asked that lady behind the window for my food!"
"This is a hospital Goku," sighed Piccolo (as the lady behind the window flipped Goku off), "not a restaurant."
Just then, Cell walked in to the room dressed like a doctor.
"CELL!?" shouted Piccolo.
"Relax," said Cell, "I'm retired. Nowadays I'm a doctor. I help people now. Though... I still don't have any friends." He looked at Piccolo and added, "W-would you... be my friend?"
"Umm, umm, I, well, I..." as Piccolo continued to not know what to say to the loser, Goku interrupted with:
"And may I say the service here is horrible! I still don't have my food!"
"E-excuse me," said a confused Cell (as the lady behind the window flipped Goku off again). "Wh-what foo..."
"Gorilla's like to listen to Tangerine Dream music!"
Cell became even more confused.
Finally, Piccolo said, "Goku... shut up!"
"W-well," said Cell, "now that that's done with, let's get down to business." He flipped through the pages on his clipboard. "Ah, here it is. *ahem* I'm very sorry Mr. Piccolo, but I'm afraid you are HIV positive."
"WHAT!?"
"I'm very sorry. If you would like some money to call your loved ones, I'd be more than happy to..."
"Wait a minute! That's Impossible!"
"It always saddens my heart when they go trough denial."
"No, I mean it's literally impossible! I'm a Namek! I'm Asexual!"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry! I was reading Mr. Satan's file! Let's see... ah, here it is! Don't worry, Mr. Piccolo, you aren't HIV positive... but you do have terminal cancer of the brain. I am very sorry. If you would like money to..."
"YES! FINALLY! I can get away from Goku! YES!"
"Whoops! That was Mr. Satan's file, too! Sorry, you're clean Piccolo!"
"DAMN! What the hell kinda place would hire people like this!?"
"That's what I've been saying the whole time!" interjected Goku (as the lady behind the window flipped him off once again).
"Up yours, Goku," retorted a miserable Piccolo.
"Oh, don't worry, Piccolo," said Goku, "we all get attracted to dishwashing liquid every now and then."
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
Goku lightly chuckled. "One day... you'll understand." With that said, he left via instant transmission.
As Piccolo stood there fantasizing about hanging himself, Cell walked up to him and said, "Um... I... like... dishwashing liquid."
Piccolo sighed and said, "I hate my life."
THEND
Welp, that's it... I'm still not Akira Toriyama, so I probably still won't own DBZ next time.
DISCLAIMER: I am not Akira Toriyama... therefore I do not own DBZ.
Goku and Piccolo were sitting in the waiting room of Satan City Hospital.
"This is the worst restaurant I've ever been to," shouted Goku suddenly. "it's been hours since I asked that lady behind the window for my food!"
"This is a hospital Goku," sighed Piccolo (as the lady behind the window flipped Goku off), "not a restaurant."
Just then, Cell walked in to the room dressed like a doctor.
"CELL!?" shouted Piccolo.
"Relax," said Cell, "I'm retired. Nowadays I'm a doctor. I help people now. Though... I still don't have any friends." He looked at Piccolo and added, "W-would you... be my friend?"
"Umm, umm, I, well, I..." as Piccolo continued to not know what to say to the loser, Goku interrupted with:
"And may I say the service here is horrible! I still don't have my food!"
"E-excuse me," said a confused Cell (as the lady behind the window flipped Goku off again). "Wh-what foo..."
"Gorilla's like to listen to Tangerine Dream music!"
Cell became even more confused.
Finally, Piccolo said, "Goku... shut up!"
"W-well," said Cell, "now that that's done with, let's get down to business." He flipped through the pages on his clipboard. "Ah, here it is. *ahem* I'm very sorry Mr. Piccolo, but I'm afraid you are HIV positive."
"WHAT!?"
"I'm very sorry. If you would like some money to call your loved ones, I'd be more than happy to..."
"Wait a minute! That's Impossible!"
"It always saddens my heart when they go trough denial."
"No, I mean it's literally impossible! I'm a Namek! I'm Asexual!"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry! I was reading Mr. Satan's file! Let's see... ah, here it is! Don't worry, Mr. Piccolo, you aren't HIV positive... but you do have terminal cancer of the brain. I am very sorry. If you would like money to..."
"YES! FINALLY! I can get away from Goku! YES!"
"Whoops! That was Mr. Satan's file, too! Sorry, you're clean Piccolo!"
"DAMN! What the hell kinda place would hire people like this!?"
"That's what I've been saying the whole time!" interjected Goku (as the lady behind the window flipped him off once again).
"Up yours, Goku," retorted a miserable Piccolo.
"Oh, don't worry, Piccolo," said Goku, "we all get attracted to dishwashing liquid every now and then."
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
Goku lightly chuckled. "One day... you'll understand." With that said, he left via instant transmission.
As Piccolo stood there fantasizing about hanging himself, Cell walked up to him and said, "Um... I... like... dishwashing liquid."
Piccolo sighed and said, "I hate my life."
THEND
Welp, that's it... I'm still not Akira Toriyama, so I probably still won't own DBZ next time.