THE CHEERIOS KIDS

Disclaimer: Neither DragonballZ or its characters belong to me. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios, Toei Animation, Funimation, and all other involved parties.

(This story was based on a joke that one of my mom's employees told her, and then she told me, so the joke is not really mine, but the story is. Hope you all laugh as much as I did.)



Five-year-old Trunks was staying the night at four-year-old Goten's house, and the two boys suddenly decided that they were old enough to curse. How they arrived at that conclusion is a mystery to this day.

"Okay," Trunks told Goten nonchalantly, "I'm going to say 'hell', and you're going to say 'ass' when we go downstairs for breakfast, okay?"

"Okay," Goten told Trunks cheerfully, as the boys ran downstairs for breakfast.

ChiChi was having her time of month, so she had not woken up in a good mood. She was grouchy when Trunks and Goten came running downstairs for their breakfast.

She said as cheerfully as possible to Trunks, "Well, Trunks, what would you like for breakfast?"

Trunks considered his words carefully. Finally he replied with a grin and a swagger in his hips, "Hell, I'll have some Cheerios!"

ChiChi, of course, went off. "WHAT DID YOU SAY? DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU NOT TO CUSS? GET YOUR SCRAWNY BEHIND UPSTAIRS, BOY, BEFORE I TAKE MY HAND TO IT! YOU'LL GET NO BREAKFAST TODAY! GO NOW!"

Trunks was stronger than her, but like almost all of the other Saiyans on Earth, he was intimidated by her, so he scuttled upstairs at once.

Goten was trembling when his mother turned towards him and asked evenly, "Well, Goten, what would you like for breakfast?"

Goten stammered nervously, "Well, I know one thing: my ass sure doesn't want any Cheerios!"

THE END