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Author's Note: Hehe, this is a twisty, crazy, and weird story me and Silver came up with one night!! I hope ya all like it, cause we sure loved to write it! We do own ourselvesHehe Snickers you will see! Also, please take note that we have taken certain liberties... ^_^ Call it an a/u, but Goku is alive, and there's also a fifth addition to the Son family... Kiara belongs to Breanna, so no using without permission! :)



Twin Terror's Strike Force

Mischief and Mayheim are their specialities

Part Seven


© Breanna Breifs and Silver Galaxy 2001, all rights reserved

Rated: PG
(Mild Cussing and Mild violence)






Bulma and ChiChi bawled. Their bawling encouraged Kiara to bawl. Their combined bawling made Goku and Vegeta want to attack themselves with their own ki attacks. The words "Final Flash" were dying to leave Vegeta's lips...


"Don't do it, Vegeta. Don't do it." Goku said seriously, cringing at the cries that were murder to his sensitive Saiyajin hearing. Truth was, he was just about ready to aim his hands inward, and utter the fatal words of 'Kamehameha' to escape the hell he was enduring.


"Dammit, Kakarot, don't tell me what to do! If I wish to Final Flash myself then I'll damn well Final Flash myself!" snapped Vegeta, now wanting to do it more than ever, just to spite Goku.


"Do it, Vegeta. Do it." Goku, again, said seriously. Reverse-psychology never hurt anyone...


"Dammit! I said don't tell me what to do!" Vegeta, again, snapped. In all honesty...he was getting confused! What should I do!? Final Flash or not!? Why did he have to say that?!?! How could I let an idiot like him confuse a genius like me?! "Woman, demon woman, brat, stop your bawling! Our brats are all Saiyajin, and can very well manage to escape some damned mall fire!"


Goku scratched his head, leaning towards Vegeta, and whispering: "Then where are they, Vegeta?"


Vegeta's words had silenced their bawling. Goku's words had somehow reached their ears, in which had started their crying up again...


"Dammit, Kakarot! Keep your mouth shut!" Vegeta yelled, watching as the firemen ran in and out of the building. "I don't see, or smell, any smoke. Something's telling me..."


"That our children ran out the emergency exit to escape shopping with their mothers, and hearing their whipped Saiyajin fathers get bossed around by some women in whom they could easily kill?"


"Yes." Vegeta agreed, thinking nothing of what Goku had said. A moment later, Goku's words rang through his mind. "...hearing their whipped Saiyajin fathers get bossed around by some women..." His eyes went wide. "WE ARE NOT WHIPPED!"


Scratching his head, Goku glanced at the Saiyajin standing next to him, who had steam all but flying from his ears. "Yes we are. Come on, Vegeta! We're the strongest in the universe, yet we still can't do anything without our wives hitting us over the heads with frying pans or threatening us with 'the couch'! Even Gohan, who has surpassed all of us, is whipped. Take pride in the fact that our youngest sons have the pride to not be whipped by their mothers! No, instead, Trunks is whipped by you."


"Oh, yeah?! What about that damned Goten!?"


"Oh, I don't whip him. I'm nice."

Growling, Vegeta clenched his teeth and fists. "The damn brats... They set off the alarm, and they made us endure their bawling! Let's get our brats and go home!"


"Don't whip me." Goku said innocently, before Vegeta all but dragged him into the air, flying off, searching for their sons.


"MY DAUGHTER!!!" ChiChi's scream stopped both the Saiyajin in their vapor trails. Her fiery eyes were planted firmly on the laughing baby strapped securely to Goku's back.


Laughing nervously, Goku oh so innocently flew down to ChiChi, unstrapped the baby from the baby carryer, and handed her to his wife...


"Bulma? Would you please do the honors, as my hands are full at the moment." ChiChi requestly politely, a menacing grin taking form on her lips.


"Gladly! Goku, this is from ChiChi, for being so irresponsible!" With speed Bulma had, unbeknownst to anyone but her, she pulled a frying pan out from...somewhere...promptly slamming Goku in the head with it.


"OW!" The Saiyajin-raised-human yelped, rubbing his sore head. "Bulma!!!!!"


"Now go find the kids!" ChiChi ordered, giving Goku a death glare.


"Bye!" With a quick wave, Goku blurred away, to reappear seconds later with Vegeta. After what looked like Vegeta scolding Goku for a few seconds, the two blasted away.


Neither of them noticed a large, familiar ki suddenly appear out of thin air...