My second fanfic (Hip hip hooray!) this is a one-shot about the death of Chichi's Frying Pan of Doom. Hope you like it!
The Death of the Frying Pan of Doom
Chichi walked into her kitchen and opened a drawer. She pulled out the thing that strikes fear into the heart of Saiyans everywhere. Many consider it a fairy tale, an old story made to scare little kids, husbands, and old perverted men everywhere (coughmasterroshicough) into doing what Chichi told them. But it is very real. It is the always feared Frying Pan of Doom.
She took it out and admired it in the light. It was made of the best stainless steel you could find, it had a handle made of the best Iron possibly ever found, and over all of the metal that made up the Frying Pan of Doom was covered up by about half an inch of Saiyan-proof metal that made sure that when Chichi hit Goku or someone else on the head with it that it wouldn't break.
Chichi needed the Frying Pan of Doom because Goku wanted to take 8-year-old Gohan from his studies out to train. Goku didn't see the point of Gohan studying when he already knew everything and the androids were two and a half years from arriving.
"HE NEEDS TO FOCUS ON HIS STUDIES! NOT TRAIN UNTIL HE BECOMES A MINDLESS BRUTE!" Chichi yelled as she raised the Frying Pan of Doom above her head and was about to begin attacking Goku when Gohan did something no one expected him to do.
He charged his hand with blue ki and fired it at the Frying Pan of Doom. It would've survived any physical attack, but the ki was just too much. Chichi lowered her old Frying Pan of Doom, which was now only a smoldering iron handle.
Chichi was now trembling with fury. Her prized possession had been destroyed. She slowly turned her head toward Gohan, who shrunk back in fear. "Hey dad." Said Gohan. "Yeah son?" answered his father. "I'm thinking," said Gohan "we should RRRUUUUUUNNNNNNN!"
Gohan and Goku flew out the door and into the sunset.
And they lived painfully ever after. The End.
