Fried Chicken Problem
Just a random thought of mine. Enjoy!
"Phew..." Vegeta sighed as he touched down on the kemp Capsule Corp. Lawn. It had been a long strenuous day of training for the sayain prince and he had decided to reward himself with a small break. He had yet to obtain the legendary super sayain three transformation and was quite frankly - pissed. Just sayain! Anyway Vegeta strolled up to the front door, tore it off it's hinges, and sauntered into the kitchen. Glancing around he noticed the familiar blue, dolt seated across from his aqua haired wife. Bulma and the third class clown were chatting about some human shit so he ignored them. How in Dende's name Goku managed to even find this place was beyond Vegeta. Granted the prince still despised his former rival, but in his eyes Kakkarot was truly an idiot.
"Kakkarot, why the hell are you here?"
"Why shouldn't I be? I mean we're practically the bestest friends in the galaxy. Right bud?"
Oh, if he wasn't inside the house there would be a Final Flash to pay for that comment.
"No Kakkarot, we are not the bestest buds in the whole galaxy. I hated you, still hate you, and always will hate you."
At this the always optimist just smiled knowing his friend was just kidding. Right?
"Anyways Vegeta, Goku was just here to have supper with us," Bulma explained.
"Why can't that psychotic banshee make him dinner? I mean that why he married her."
Bulma gasped, "Vegeta that's a terrible thing to say! Her and Goku got into a fight about Gohan's lack of studying."
Fine, just terrific. Now he had to eat next to the human disposal machine. Vegeta wondered if any of the food even ended up in his mouth.
"Terrific, what's for dinner then?"
"I picked us up one-hundred pieces of fried chicken from the store."
Great! Crappy fatty human food from obese land birds that smell like sewer. Yum!
Suddenly, a large explosion was heard coming from the basement. And then another.
"Fuck!" Vegeta hollered as he soared downstairs. Now what had those two devils done.
Bulma started running after, then turned around and said, "Goku don't eat anything."
Goku simply nodded, drool freely flowing out his agape mouth. Surely, one or two pieces would not be missed?
Minutes later the couple returned upstairs with two soaking children in Vegeta's grasp.
"Brats, now for the last fucking time you can not, repeat can not, take a bath in the washing machine. And Goten there is not a god damn dragon ball in our pool. Now go fly home Kakkarot spawn."
Shivering, the young boy mumbled something vaguely resembling an apology and walked over to a window. Then, he blasted off.
Bulma sighed. Someone needed to teach that boy to use a door.
They then proceeded over to the table and Vegeta began to pass out the pieces, when he noticed there was hardly any chicken.
"Kakkarot, why is there hardly any chicken left?"
"Ummmmmm, no?"
"That was not a yes or no question. Did you eat my chicken?"
"Uh, the opposite of no?" As he said this chicken skin flew out his agape mouth.
A scowl plastered the prince's face.
"You have three seconds to run!"
Needing no more encouragement he launched out the front door with Vegeta hot on his trail.
He had become a super sayain three.