Ok peoples, here's the update and, once again, no matter how much any of you may whine, I refuse to write these chapters longer.

Also, if you have any ideas for where this story could go, please put them in your review. I would really appreciate some ideas because I can't think of any at the moment and if I can't think of any, the torture for new chapters will be prolonged. Now, on with the fic . . .



Gohan's Weekend Continues

By the time Vegeta had calmed down enough to notice that Gohan and Goku had left, about five minutes had passed. He looked around and then heard noises coming from the kitchen. Walking into the room he found father and son seated at a table, covered in food from the refrigerator.

Vegeta put his hands up to his head and rubbed his temples. He could feel a major headache coming on and the causes were now eating all of his food. He lowered his hands and asked, "did you happen to leave anything for me?"

Goku looked up, a turkey leg hanging from his mouth, and said, in a muffled voice, "sowwy 'Geta."

Vegeta just looked at him in disgust and stepped over to the phone. Pressing speed dial number one, he put the phone to his ear and promptly ordered fifty extra-large pizzas to be delivered to Capsule Corp. The pizza place knew this caller quite well and promptly pushed their ovens to the max to get the pizzas there pronto.

Vegeta hung up the phone and sat down at the table, watching in disgust as the two continued to eat what little was left. Once they were done, Goku sat back in his chair and rubbed his now full stomach. "I don't think I could eat another bite."

The doorbell rang then and Vegeta got up to answer it. When he walked back into the kitchen, he now carried the fifty pizzas and set them on the counter. Grabbing some, he sat back down at the table and began to eat. He ate just as quickly as Goku had, but with a grace that said he was definitely better mannered than the idiot third-class.

He noticed just in time that Goku's hand had begun to reach for one of his pizzas and promptly slapped it away. Goku looked at him with those little, lost, puppy-dog eyes but apparently they didn't work on Vegeta. He just snarled and swallowed what was in his mouth before saying, "these are mine and you said you couldn't eat another bite."

"Pllleeeeeaaassseee, 'Geta," Goku pleaded with the stubborn prince.

Vegeta just ignored him and turned to his brat and said, "Go read that book again."

Gohan got up and returned to the living room, picking up his schoolbook and reading it once again.

Goku thought he was in absolute torture. There was food in front of him and he couldn't eat any of it without angering the vengeful prince.

Vegeta on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying torturing the third-class idiot and found himself eating a little slower than normal (still very fast compared to us humans) just to prolong the agony.



The next chapter will be out as soon as I write it, which, depending on if I get my 100 reviews, might be fairly soon.