When they stepped
into the food court, Vegeta felt he was in heaven.
" So, where
should we eat, Dad?" Bra inquired.
"Everywhere,"Vegeta
breathed.
Vegeta ran to
chick fil-a. 10 chicken sandeiches were ordered. At Corn DOg 7, 5 jumbo
corndogs. Cajun and grill, 3 plates of
the good stuff. They went around and around the food court.
Vegeta ate, and
ate. Bra looked on. The trash started piling up and up upon their table. Bra
kept watching her dad. "I think im gunna be sick," she thought to
herself.
Dad, "I'll be
in the restroom," and she went to the ladies room. Vegeta hardly noticed.
He ate, and ate.
Then he reached
those McDonalds fries. "Yum yum, " Vegeta thought.
He ate a
supersized. Eating 20 on his first chomp, Vegeta noticed no salt.
"By God these
are tasteless! Do they expect me to eat these things?"
Vegeta marched
over to McDonalds, where there was a long line. He passed them all up and
looked the poor boy behind the counter in the eye.
"M-May I help
you sir?" The boy stammered.
"Hmmph. I
wish to know why there was no salt on m fries. I payed a lot for them and i
expected the best!What do you have to say, hmm?" Vegeta's voice raised.
" I'm-m sorry
sir, we ran out of salt..."
"THen go buy
some!"
"Th-they dont
sell any here."
"No salt on
the fries? Than there shouldnt be any fries at all!" Vegeta screamed. He
threw a small ki blast at the frie machine. The people screamed.
"HHrrmph." Vegeta grunted.
Bra came out of
hte restroom. "Daddy! What did you do now?!"
Vegeta snorted.
"Let's go."
Bra shrugged.
"Hey now we can do some real shopping!"
Vegeta moaned.
"I havent even eaten dessert!" But Bra dragged him away from the food
court.