The Second Interview with
Piccolo
ACCCHHHOOOO!!!!!! I let out a huge
sneeze as more sand and dust hit my face. Stopping only long enough to blow my
nose, I put my head down and keep trudging through the blowing dirt.
�Grrr.... why did he have to choose the desert?! I�m allergic to sand and dust
and dirt for goodness sakes!� I grumble. ACCCHHHOOOO!!!! Above me, I hear
the sound of clothes (a cape?) rustling. Looking up, I squint through the blowing
sand.
Floating high above the windstorm, is the guy I�m looking for, my
interviewee. Waving my hand, I shout up �Piccolo!!! Down here! It�s Lini Syani!!� I
feel myself have to sneeze again, and struggle not to. Impossible.
ACCCHHHOOO!!!!!
I think I hear him chuckle as he floats down to me. I struggle to see the
green Namek through all the swirling sand. �Piccolo.... could we go somewhere
else?!� I shout above the howling wind.
�Why? Don�t you like the desert?� he calls back. Standing tall and regal, the
whipping wind and dirt doesn�t seem to affect him.
�Oh, it�s great and all.... it�s just-� I stop, feeling another sneeze coming on.
�Just-�
�What?� he shouts. �I can�t hear you!� To my surprise, the large Namek
moves closer to me.
�I said-� I stop, feeling the sneeze coming on again. �That-�
�What? Speak up kid!� he yells over the wind, stepping up right in front of
me.
�I-� It�s too much... more of the sand hits my face and....
ACCCCHHHOOOO!!!!! I sneeze right in Piccolo�s face.
The Namek recoils back from the sneeze, and I see a look of disgust on his
face. I try to apologize, but I�m wracked by another sneeze attack. Finally, as I
stop, I see him glaring at me through the flying sand.
�I�m so sorry!! It�s just that I�m allergic to sand.... and dirt.... and dust...
and...�
Rubbing a hand across his face, Piccolo growls, �Shut up!�
�As I said before, would it be possible to continue this somewhere....� I stop,
and try to hold my finger under my nose, to keep from sneezing. �else...
aaaa-�
�Oh, come on!� he shouts. Catching me around the waist, Piccolo flies up
into the air, away from the sand, just as I let out another sneeze.
Looking down at the land, which was VERY far below, I latch onto his arm.
�I-i-is this safe?� I mumble.
�I thought you were a big fan? Didn�t you notice I tend to fly wherever I
go?�
�I-I-I know... b-but, it�s so high!!! Are you really, truly, positively, absolutely
sure it�s safe?� I stammer. I can feel myself shaking under his big arm. I mean, it
was really really high up!!
�Well, unless someone tries to shoot me out of the sky, you�ll be ok!� he
snaps. I look at his face, and see he is actually enjoying my fright!! The big
jerk!
We continue to fly for a while, I�m not sure of how long (hey, I had my eyes
shut!! It was scary!), until we finally land on the top of a building. I open my eyes
and see that we are back in the city... on top of a skyscraper!
�Where are we?� I ask, falling to the floor as he shakes me off his arm.
�You said you would give me that tape if I came to another interview, so we
are going to have another interview!�
�Here?� I ask. I look around in disappointment, at the empty roof.
Piccolo let�s out a sigh. He is clearly annoyed, but why?? I am being very
polite and not mouthing off this time... and all I did was accidentally sneeze on
him! �Come on kid, there�s a coffee shop below us.�
�My name is Lini, not kid!� I snap. Ok, one bad comment wouldn�t hurt,
would it?
His eyes narrow as he looks back at me, but then he turns away and begins
walking to a door. �Fine, Lini, there is a coffee shop we can go to below us. We
can get this thing over with there.�
I run after him and begin to follow down a long flight of stairs. Ten minutes
later, I stumble out of the door and onto the street next to him. �That- huff- was a-
puff- long- cough- stair case.� I sputter, gasping for air. He looks down at me, not
even a bit tired. Why do these guys have to be in such good shape? They really
make me look bad!
�For such a scrawny kid, you�d think you wouldn�t have such trouble getting
down the stairs,� he says, with a hint of sarcasm. He begins walking to a small
cafe once I begin breathing normally again. I follow close behind and sit across
from him at a little outdoor table.
I look up as a short, bald waiter approaches us. He looks awfully familiar....
wait a minute! It�s Krillin! �Hey Piccolo, should I get you the usual?� he asks as he
pulls out his note pad.
Quickly turning on my recorder, I ask, �Krillin? What are you doing working
here?�
He looks at me, and shrugs. �Whose your friend Piccolo?�
�She�s not my friend, she�s an interviewer.�
I grab the short man�s hand and shake it. �I�m Lini Syani, interviewer of the
DBZ stars! I must say, I�m a big fan of yours too!�
Krillin grins, and says, �Wow! Really? Thanks! It�s nice to meet you Lini.� He
drops his notepad on the table and plops in a chair next to me. �In answer to your
question, well, I have to work here. Ever since the world has been safe again,
well, I just can�t seem to get a job. Luigi�s is the best place I found, so I�m stuck as
a waiter until there is another world threat, I guess.�
From inside the restaurant, a man shouts, �Krillin! Geta your buns outta that
chair! I�ma not payin� you to talk! Geta back to work!�
Jumping to his feet, the bald guy snatches his notepad back up. �Yeesh!
Luigi is bossy sometimes! Ok, so will it be the usual for you Piccolo? And for you
Lini?�
�Yeah, the usual,� Piccolo grumbles.
�Nothing for me, thanks,� I say.
�Ok, so I guess it�s just one Fluffy Chocolate Love Bunny Cake for you,
Piccolo. I�ll be right back.� Krillin grins as he rushes back into the restaurant.
I chuckle as I see the green Namek turn a pink color. �I thought Nameks
only drink water?� I ask.
�Grrr.... drop it!� he hisses. �So what do you want to pry me for today? I want
to get this over as soon as possible.�
�Well, let�s see.... you obviously aren�t comfortable talking about Gohan, so I
guess I could ask you... what was it like in another dimension? Was it difficult
putting up with King Kai and all his crazie training exercises?�
�I suppose it was a challenge. I just stuck to myself and did my own
training.�
�Ok, hmm.... oh, I know! Do you actually have a house? Or do you just live
out in the wilderness like everyone is led to believe?�
�I live wherever I want,� He stops as Krillin bustles out carrying a large plate
of chocolate cake.
�Here you go Piccolo, your favorite.� he says as he drops the plate in front of
the green man. Glaring at Krillin, Piccolo only grunts. �So Lini, who do you plan to
interview next? You know, I�m available at any time, all you have to do is
call.�
I smile at the cute little guy. �Well, I have you a little further on my list.
Actually, I was hoping to interview Vegeta next.�
Krillin drops his notepad, and Piccolo drops his fork. The Namek begins to
choke on a chunk of the cake, and Krillin rushes around to slap his back. Getting
an evil stare from Piccolo, Krillin stammers, �H-hey! I was only saving a
customer!�
Coughing a little, Piccolo turns to me. �Are you serious?� he asks. �Vegeta
doesn�t like your race, I don�t think it would be very safe-�
I shake my head stubbornly. �I know that! And was it really safe to interview
you? No, I have to get a look at what Vegeta is really like! He is just so darn
popular, I�ve gotten so many letters begging me to interview him, I have to!�
�But Lini! Vegeta is, well, Vegeta! He�s mean! He might hurt you if he got
mad.� Krillin cries.
I give them both a sly grin. �You�re right Krillin. You know, there is a way to
get around that threat though. You two are both really strong, so why don�t you
just come along and make sure nothing happens?� I bat my eyes at them
innocently to push my point.
�WHAT?!� both cry at the same time.
�Come on, I need your help! This interview is really REALLY important! I
can�t keep my readers waiting! Pleeeeease?�
I see a bead of sweat fall from Krillin�s bald head. �Lini, I�d love to help you
out, but you see, I, uh, just remembered, I have to work every day, so there is just
no way I could do it. Besides, Vegeta doesn�t really like me, and he gets so
cranky sometimes....� he mumbles.
�That�s ok Krillin, I understand. Piccolo will be enough to keep me safe.�
The Namek drops his fork once again. �What?!� he shouts. �I�m not going to
help you! Not after you taped that incident with the bee!� I can see sweat
glistening on his green face too.
�Aww, come on Piccolo, she needs your help. You wouldn�t wanna be
responsible for her getting hurt. Besides, you could use some more friends.�
Krillin says.
�Pleeeease Piccolo?? Pretttty plleeeease??� I beg, with puppy dog eyes.
Piccolo looks helplessly from me to Krillin, then drops his head. �Mr. Piccolo, I
need your help! I�m scared to talk to Vegeta all alone!� I say, being sure to
emphasize the �Mr�.
�You don�t know when to quit, do you?� he growls under his breath.
�Piccolo, you know you like kids,� Krillin begins. �Just think back, wouldn�t
you have helped Gohan out in this case?�
I see his fangs show as he snarls. Piccolo grumbles, �Yeah, but I was
training him. She is... well, she�s just annoying!�
Hmmf! Well, that was it! So he thought I was annoying? Well, I�d show him
annoying! I think back to all the episodes of Sailor Moon I had watched, to make
sure I got the look right... then.... I let one tear fall, then another, then...
WAAAAAAA!!!!!!! I burst into tears, balling my eyes out. Krillin and Piccolo
(along with the rest of the restaurant) watch me with interest. Through my tears, I
can see Piccolo turn pink again. �WAAA!!! Pleeease, sniff!, Mr. Piccolo! I need,
sniff!, your help! I don�t wanna go all alone! I�m.... SNIFF!.... s-scared to go all....
a.... lone.... WAAAA!!!!� Hehe.... there, that would get him to change his
mind!
�Geez Piccolo! How can you be so cruel?� Krillin asks, watching me with
wonder.
The green man tries to pull his turban lower on his face, but it�s not enough.
The entire street is staring.... I mean, who could not hear me? Finally, I hear him
let out a sigh (or was it a growl?). �All right! I�ll do it! I�ll go with you to interview
Vegeta! Just shut up!!!�
My tears stop instantly, and I give him a huge grin. �OH!!! Thank you
Piccolo!! That�s so nice of you!� I gush, grinning even harder as I see his eyes
narrow at my sudden change of mood.
�Whatever, anything to keep you quiet! *under his breath* And I thought
Gohan was bad!� The entire block seems to hold him as a hero, for silencing
me.
�Well, I guess that�s all I have time for today. My mom wants me home by
5:00 so that I have time to do my homework. I�ll call you and let you know when
the interview with Vegeta is. And Krillin, keep your books open for next week, I�ll
try get you in sometime soon.� I give them both big smiles as I stand.
�Hey, that�d be great! I�ll just have to talk to Luigi first.� Krillin says, with one
of his big grins. �It was really nice meeting you Lini!�
�Same with you!� I stop and look at Piccolo, who is frowning at me. I raise an
eyebrow and wait for him to say something... ok, it takes too long, so I finally blurt
out, �Well, aren�t you going to offer to fly me home?�
He lets out a nasty chuckle. �No,�
Grrrr..... �Oh, great! So I�m just gonna have to WALK home, then?!�
�I guess so,�
GRRRR!!!! �Hmmf! Fine then! Bye Krillin, see you soon! And you,� I give the
Namek my meanest look, �I�ll let you know when I�ll need you again.� With that
said, I turn and hurry off down the street. I try to turn back to wave, but my foot
gets caught on the sidewalk, and a-la-Serena, I fall flat on my butt. Letting out a
laugh, and brushing my skirt off, I stand, wave to the two who are shaking their
heads, and run off.
(Ok, so maybe there was no way for me to hear this part, but I HAD to add
it!) Krillin shakes his head. �Man, does she remind you of someone...??�
�You mean like a blond, meat-ball haired so called warrior of the
moon?�
�Yeah, that�d be the one.�
�Yeah, I hate to say it, but she does.� Piccolo sighs. �Too bad, she�s got
spunk.�
Krillin gives him a strange look, but quickly turns away as Luigi calls, �Krillin!!
Geta back to work! That greena alien doesn�t paya you!�
�See you later Piccolo,� he calls as he runs off.
�Yeah, if that interviewer doesn�t get me killed first.� the green Namek
mutters to himself as he digs back into his Love Bunny Cake.
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