Vegita got up and put on his armor.  He was bored, so he figured some training couldn’t hurt.

“Bulma!” Vegita shouted.

“What?” Bulma mumbled, waking up.

“What day is it?” Vegita asked.

“April 2,” Bulma said.

“I will not be sparring today,” Vegita said.  An evil grin spread across his face.

“What?” Bulma shouted, sitting up.

“April only comes once a year,” Vegita said.  He opened the window and flew away.

“He has to learn that holidays are just days,” Bulma thought.

    Piccolo was meditating by a waterfall.  It was a perfect nature setting, save for Piccolo.  The sun was up, and the birds were chirping.

    A farting noise penetrated the scene.  All of the creatures went quiet.  The air suddenly smelled horrible.

“Was that me?” Piccolo thought.  He opened his eyes and looked around.  Nothing.  Piccolo again went into his meditation.

    It happened again.  Piccolo opened his eyes to meet the gazes of a dozen confused animals.  They sniffed the air, and then slowly backed away.

“Dang, this smells!” Piccolo thought.  Just then a bush behind Piccolo rustled.  Piccolo walked over to investigate.

    A golden blur shot skywards.  Piccolo looked to the ground to see part of a burrito.

“No one makes me look bad and lives!” Piccolo shouted.  He chased off after the blur.

    Several minutes later, the blur landed behind an abandoned building.  Piccolo followed.

“This is a dump,” Piccolo thought, stepping over a pile of garbage.

“Green and wet!” a voice shouted.

“What?” Piccolo shouted, turning to his right.  From the building, a dozen water balloons crashed into Piccolo.

“Wet Namek!” the voice laughed.

“You have about one second to breathe,” Piccolo said.  He ran at the building, and jumped in an open window.  “This is where the water bombs came from,” Piccolo thought.

“Bang,” the voice said.  Piccolo looked to his left.  Pie after pie hit him in the face.

“Crap,” Piccolo mumbled, trying to wipe the food away.  He sensed a power up ahead, and ran towards it.

    He came to a stairway, and proceeded down.  He slipped on the grease-covered steps, and fell to the lower level.

“I am gonna’ make you hurt!” Piccolo roared.

    The lights in the room came on.  The walls were lined with pictures of Piccolo.  Mustaches and beards were drawn on the pictures.

“This is going to far,” Piccolo growled.    Piccolo screamed as an iron swung from the ceiling and contacted his face.

“You are hilarious, Namek!” the voice called.

“Forget you!” Piccolo called.  He pointed his palms in the direction of the voice.  He let a barrage of yellow energy balls fly forward.

“Hahahahahaha!” the voice shouted.  The blur zipped behind Piccolo.  Piccolo stopped assaulting the broken building.  He turned around and flew at the blur.

    As the two were flying over a nearby city, a crowd of people looked up.  The blur pulled out a megaphone.

“Piccolo, the Namek warrior, wears a pink tutu!” the blur shouted.  The crowd burst into laughter.

“This is enough!” Piccolo thought.  He formed a white aura around himself, and charged the blur.  The blur blurred below.

“You are slow!” the voice called.

“Special Beam Cannon Fire!” Piccolo shouted, after blurring in front of the blur.  The voice was knocked back.  Piccolo got behind it, and kicked it into the ground.

“Hahahaha!” the voice laughed.  It snapped a photo of the pie and water covered Piccolo, the iron mark on his face, and the anger in his eyes.

“Vegita!” Piccolo shouted, recognizing the prankster.

    Vegita shot off with his camera.  Piccolo powered up, and flew after Vegita.  The angry Namek’s speed completely dwarfed Vegita’s.  Piccolo pulled above Vegita, and grabbed his neck.

“You are going to pay, Saiya-jin,” Piccolo growled.  He choked Vegita out.

    Several hours later, Piccolo was holding Vegita by the neck.  The two were flying above a huge city, with many onlookers.  Piccolo lowered down to a tall flagpole in the city.  He tied Vegita to it, and flew off.

    The whole city laughed at Vegita.  The Saiya-jin had his mouth taped shut.  His hair was painted green.  Instead of battle armor, Vegita wore a pink tutu with the Ginyu emblem on it.  A note was taped to Vegita’s chest for him to read, should he ever get free.

“Don’t mess with the best,” the note said.  “Next time I force you to eat Bulma’s food, and endure the wrath of Bulma and Chi-chi.”