I watched Grasshopper settle down into what seemed like a trance or something. I mean, he just kind of�sat there. Yes! I smirked evilly. Time to leave this place�wherever I might be.
I took a last glance along the cave, and at �Piccolo.� He had a nice looking face when he was relaxed and not snarling. In a green sort of way�I guess. I noticed that Grasshopper had taken off his hat thingy. Another evil smile passed over my features. Heh heh! I crept along carefully, and snatched up the thing�only to almost drop it because of it�s weight. Good gawd! It weighted about 50 freakin pounds!
I lugged it along to the entrance, and looked back to see if Grasshopper had noticed. Nope. Still sleeping. I was just about to go, when something pulled at my heart. I kind of felt bad leaving this guy after he had, you know, saved my life and all. I searched my pockets quickly, and then remembered my hair. I quickly untied the thick black material that bound my hair. I always wear black. It helps me with, er, my kind of life.
I lay it carefully near Piccolo�s feet. Usually I only leave my personal stuff�with my �associates.� I don�t know what came over me, but I left my favorite bandana with a grasshopper.
Piccolo
I woke up, and quickly searched for the girl. She was gone. �Dammit.� I muttered, looking around the place. My eyes came across something black on the floor. I reached over and picked it up carefully. Immediately the smell of vanilla washed over my acute alien senses. Drunkenly, I inhaled the smell. What did Yamcha say a while ago? Yeah, it was like a �high.�
I think I probably sat there for 30 minutes like an idiot with a black bandana pressed against my nose before I realized what I was doing. Hmph. I dropped the material quickly.
I tried to meditate, but I couldn�t. I tried to train, but I couldn�t. Because every time I walked across a certain part of the cave, a crashing wave of vanilla would trap me, and I was in it�s mercy.
