Disclaimer: It's a famous quote: "I do not own Dragon Ball Z (and SpongeBob and Kelly Clarkson and, dammit, I'm fucking poor!)."

Ok, so all I can say about this fic is that I wrote it while sugar high from two cupcakes and a liter of soda (don't ask) Anyway, I showed it to my friends and they said it was so fun and fucked up, I should publish it. So I did. Well, with that said, let's begin:

Vegeta glared at the TV as he sat there, watching it with his brat, Trunks.

He wanted to be training, but NOOOOOOO, the damn woman just HAD to force him to spend quality time!

FLASHBACK!

Vegeta strutted his usual strut to the gravity room, humming "what doesn't kill you"(because that song really DOES describe one of the many highlights to being a Saiyan)

He opened the door and turned it on. Instead of the usual whirring of machines, the only sound that greeted him was silence.

Vegeta furrowed his brow in confusion. Was the machine broken?

He marched to the kitchen, where the woman was drinking coffee.

She looked at him and smiled. "Good morning."

Vegeta scowled at her. "Good morning, my ass! There's a problem with the damn gravity room!"

She smirked. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with the gravity room. I just shut it down for the day."

Vegeta. Exploded. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?"

The woman frowned. "You do realize the only time you've spent with your son is when you train him?"

"Your point?"

The woman glared. "You need to spend quality time with Trunks! REAL quality time!"

Vegeta growled. "Woman, don't test my patience!"

Bulma stood up and put her hands on her hips, scowling in a very Vegeta like fashion. "Don't test MY patience, Vegeta!"

Trunks entered the kitchen. "Hey mom, hey dad." He said lightly, walking to the fridge.

"Wait, Trunks!" The woman said quickly. "Your daddy's spending time with you today!"

Trunks broke into a wide grin. "Really?"

"Yup!" She said with a bright smile. She then lowered her voice and spoke to Vegeta. "No gravity room until you do."

END OF FLASHBACK!

So now he was watching, what was it called, SpongeBob, with his lavender haired brat.

The yellow square man child was following the female, tailless squirrel, trying to convince her to turn around.

"Tails are so overrated." The man child said in his annoying voice.

Vegeta's eyes widened.

What. Did. He. Just. Say?

Trunks noticed his father's shock. "Dad? What's wrong?"

Vegeta leapt to his feet. "THAT MAN CHILD GOES TOO FAR!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Trunks yelled angrily.

"Tails are NOT overrated!" Vegeta screamed. "Tails are one of the most important parts of a Saiyan!"

"Then why don't you have one, dad?"

"Shut your face, boy!" Vegeta yelled, his face turning bright red.

Bulma watched the two men yell at each other about the importance of tails.

Huh.

Well, looks like things hadn't gone as planned.

THE END

You're damn right they hadn't! But at least they spent quality time! ….Sort of. Anyway, I only have two words for you now: REVIEW, DAMMIT! That is all. XD