The Chapter of Two

"I KNOW you wanted to train! Of COURSE you wanted to train! But your DAUGHTER is more important than playing around in the gravity room every stinking waking moment of your ding-donged life!"

It was later that same night while Vegeta and Bulma were laying in bed when Bulma decided to give him one of her lectures. All Vegeta wanted was some sleep . . . well, there was something else he could make an exception for . . . he was certainly in the mood . . . and that bed was the most comfortable place . . . but intelligently observing the mood Bulma was in, he had a feeling she wouldn't exactly jump at the suggestion.

"Vegeta? Vegeta? Are you even listening to me?!"

No, stupid woman! I have better things to do right now than listen to your stupid rambling! . . Well, more or less.

"Vegeta!"

He decided to try his previously thought-of approach. He leaned closer to Bulma and said in his most seductive voice, "Bulma . . . make me a ham sandwich."

"VEGETA! BAKA!!!"

I am now legally deaf.

"Oyasumi nasai, woman." He rolled over and promptly fell asleep.

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BRRRING! BRRRING!

A female voice came from downstairs. "Trunks, honey, will you get that?" Footsteps.

BRRRI---"Moshi moshi? . . . Ohayo, Goku-san . . . Really? Is Goten going to be there?. . . He has to go? . . . I should too, huh. . . . Okay, cool! I'll get dad. Hold on." There was a brief pause, then, "TOUSAN!"

Vegeta grunted and covered his head with a pillow. Bulma had kept him up last night later than the Prince would have liked. He glanced at the clock, 2:00 PM. "Humph." Wait a minute . . . 2:00 PM?!! For the love of cheese, how could I have slept in so late?! I'm like that Usagi!

"TOUSAN!" More footsteps . . . but in the wrong direction! Trunks was heading for the gravity room! Boy, would Vegeta be in for it if Bulma found out he was still in bed!

Boy, am I going to be in for it if Bulma finds out I'm still in bed!e thought as he sprang out of bed. With one of those slow-motion "NOOOOOOOO!"s, he leapt through the window. Pieces of shattered glass flew off him as he plummeted towards the gravity room. He gave another "NOOOOOOO!" and burst through the ceiling. He immediately began kicking and punching to make it seem like he had been training for a while.

At that moment, Trunks walked into the room. "Uh . . . Otousan?"

"Baka! Can't you see I'm busy?!" Vegeta shouted while doing a volley of kicks.

"Uh . . . Otousan . . . why are you training in your boxers . . . in 1x gravity?" He snickered, than lost control and burst out laughing. He nearly dropped the telephone.

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched and a blue aura suddenly flamed up around his body.

Trunks quickly stopped laughing. "Son Goku's on the phone. He wants to talk to you." He tossed the phone to Vegeta, who instinctively caught it. Trunks began to run out the door but turned around and added, "By the way . . . nice bunny slippers," and left.

Vegeta was about to smash the phone in his grip when he realized something: Now why the hell would Kakarotto call him?

"Hello? Helloooooo?" came a voice from the phone. Vegeta took a deep breath and said harshly into the end of the contraption, "What do you want, Kakarotto?!"

"Hey, Vegeta, old buddy."

"I am NOT your f(^-^) buddy, Kakarotto!"

"Gee, you're a little grouchy today, huh?" Goku said innocently. "Well, you and Trunks need to come over to Kami-sama's lookout right now," he thought for a second then added, "it's important." Vegeta gave a "hmmph" in reply. "Ja na, pal!" The phone cracked in the prince's grasp.

Trunks ran in to the room. "Hey, Tousan, whatcha waiting for? Let's go!" He again started running out the door but stopped and said, "You might want to, heh heh, change first." Pieces of shattered telephone rained down on him like a Renzoku Energy Dan.

* * *

"Konnichi wa, guys!" Goku said as Trunks and Vegeta landed on the guardian of the earth's tower. "All right, everyone's here!"

Vegeta glared at him. "What do you mean, everyone?"

"It's a surprise party for Piccolo, Tousan," Trunks supplied.

Vegeta scanned the area with a glance. Besides himself, Goku, and Trunks the only other people he saw were Goten and Kuririn standing by a grill the Sons had brought. �So where�s the rest of the freak show?� he asked.

Goku, obviously not catching the insult, replied, �Well, Gohan�s the sentry, making sure we�re ready when Piccolo comes. As for all the rest of our friends . . . they, uh, didn�t really want to come. Piccolo�s not that friendly.�

Goten walked over to them. �I didn�t want to come either, but Tousan threatened to cut back my allowance if I didn�t.�

Trunks draped his arm around Goten�s shoulders. �And being the,� he coughed, �kind friend that I am, I went with him.�

"I wonder how old Piccolo's gonna be?" Goku asked, turning to Vegeta.

�I don�t know and I don�t care.�

Goku started counting fingers. A few minutes later: "Oh, well, I lost count." He sheepishly put his hand behind his head. "But he's gonna be pretty old, ne?" He grinned at Vegeta, who kept his normal scowl.

"I'd say he's around 25, Goku," Kuririn said. He had just walked over carrying a drink. He was about to take a sip when Gohan landed in front of him, and the drink flew all over his face.

"He's coming! He's coming!" Gohan said

"Who's coming?!" Vegeta asked, er, yelled.

"The Britt--errr, Piccolo-san! He left an hour ago on an errand for Dende-sama. Now Piccolo's coming back! He'll be here in less than 30 seconds!"

Everyone quickly scrambled behind a tree or bush except for Vegeta, who of course found all of them to be total idiots. Goku was hiding behind a bush next to Vegeta and pulled him behind it.

Piccolo landed with a puzzled scowl on his face. Since when did Dende and/or Popo eat barbecued meat? He also noticed some black, spiky stuff sticking out from behind a bush. He walked up to it and--

"SURPRISE!"

Goku sprang out from behind, dragging Vegeta with him. Instantaneously, four other screaming idiots popped out from behind various objects. Dende appeared, smiled, and said, "Happy Birthday," while Goten and Trunks set a ten-foot long cake on a table. The cake said "Happy Birthday to Our Favorite Namekkian!" on it. Piccolo frowned and said, "I don't eat cake. And what's all this 'birthday' crap?"

"A really long time ago," Goku began to explain, "I defeated your daddy, but before he died, he spit you out. And today you're . . . uh . . . " Kuririn flashed "25" with his hands. "Erm, right, 25 . . . or something."

"Oh for the love of myself, can we just eat already?!" Vegeta screamed. Not waiting for an answer, Vegeta sprinted for the cake. Goku, however, had been looking forward to the cake as well, and he ran forward, attempting to beat Vegeta to it. As you may have guessed, he and Vegeta collided, and they both fell face-first into Piccolo's cake.

Everyone burst into laughter, except Vegeta of course, his beautiful hair and face were now smeared with chocolate icing. Goku, laughing his bojeevers off, was about to stand up when Trunks said, "Don't move!" and pulled out a camera. "Piccolo-san, Kuririn-san, Gohan-san, go stand behind them!" They obeyed, laughing like idiots all the while. "Say 'Freeeeeeeeza'!" Trunks pushed the button on the camera. Goten grinned as a light flashed upon the Z-senshi. His grin quickily diminshed, however, as he realized that the blinding light was not. He and Trunks covered their eyes with their arms. When the light was finally gone, and they had lowered their arms, Piccolo, Kuririn, Gohan, Goku, and Vegeta had vanished. In their place were five very bewildered looking girls around Trunks and Goten's age.

An excruciatingly long pause followed until Goten finally turned to Trunks and said shakily, "Um . . . Trunks? What kind of camera is that?"

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