GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
Chapter Three - also known as the slightly crackheaded interlude...
(Where we last left off...)
As Bulma heard Vegeta's screams of horror fade away, she got a satisfied look on her face, and got up to clear the table. Trunks slid off his chair and looked at his mother.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"What's a lemon?"
**********
Bulma turned around quickly, accidentally hitting her husband in the ah, "nether regions."
((Did I hear you correctly?))
((Yes you did.))
((Nether regions?!))
((Okay, want me to just call it your "bulging manhood?"))
((Well if we're going to be honest...))
((Hah. You wish, fruity power ranger.))
Vegeta's voice rose several octaves as he shrieked in pain. Trunks looked at his father.
"Wow, Dad, you sound just like that one time you got your zipper caught in-"
"Sweetie, I don't think this is the time to bring that up."
Trunks saw the shi-ne look in Vegeta's eyes and decided to stop.
((If you keep using MY patented shi-ne glare...))
((Oh yeah? What? Bring it, Aya!))
((*Aya pulls out his katana. Em-san pulls out her..bum bum bum...*))
((Shing! Sparkle, sparkle. Haha, beat that, Aya!))
((What is that? Is that, is that a spatula? *passes out from laughter*))
((*strokes her spatula defensively* Poohead. Ken, come take your lover out of my DBZ fic!))
((Hai hai! *drags Aya out by his purdy hair*))
Back in the 'tory....
But wait! I'm not going to tell you what happens next! You're just gonna have to wait till Saturday, cuz I have to go don my cape, assume the position, and run like bloody hell away from my mother, once she finds out I still haven't unloaded the dishwasher....
So...*cliffhanger music* Will Trunks ever learn the citrusy goodness of a lemon? Find out next time...on...bum bum bum...Damnit, I don't own DBZ...Hnn...Okay, how about this? "Em-san's f*cked up version of Dragonball Z?"
Chapter Three - also known as the slightly crackheaded interlude...
(Where we last left off...)
As Bulma heard Vegeta's screams of horror fade away, she got a satisfied look on her face, and got up to clear the table. Trunks slid off his chair and looked at his mother.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"What's a lemon?"
**********
Bulma turned around quickly, accidentally hitting her husband in the ah, "nether regions."
((Did I hear you correctly?))
((Yes you did.))
((Nether regions?!))
((Okay, want me to just call it your "bulging manhood?"))
((Well if we're going to be honest...))
((Hah. You wish, fruity power ranger.))
Vegeta's voice rose several octaves as he shrieked in pain. Trunks looked at his father.
"Wow, Dad, you sound just like that one time you got your zipper caught in-"
"Sweetie, I don't think this is the time to bring that up."
Trunks saw the shi-ne look in Vegeta's eyes and decided to stop.
((If you keep using MY patented shi-ne glare...))
((Oh yeah? What? Bring it, Aya!))
((*Aya pulls out his katana. Em-san pulls out her..bum bum bum...*))
((Shing! Sparkle, sparkle. Haha, beat that, Aya!))
((What is that? Is that, is that a spatula? *passes out from laughter*))
((*strokes her spatula defensively* Poohead. Ken, come take your lover out of my DBZ fic!))
((Hai hai! *drags Aya out by his purdy hair*))
Back in the 'tory....
But wait! I'm not going to tell you what happens next! You're just gonna have to wait till Saturday, cuz I have to go don my cape, assume the position, and run like bloody hell away from my mother, once she finds out I still haven't unloaded the dishwasher....
So...*cliffhanger music* Will Trunks ever learn the citrusy goodness of a lemon? Find out next time...on...bum bum bum...Damnit, I don't own DBZ...Hnn...Okay, how about this? "Em-san's f*cked up version of Dragonball Z?"