One day, Piccolo and Gohan were meandering about Planet Namek; drifting aimlessly, not really sure what to do with themselves. They had been sent to gather the Dragonballs, and they had begun to do so. "Only, it doesn't make a bit of difference, guys. Dende's gone, remember? The balls are inert!"
(Prompt words: Drifting, piccolo)
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