(A/N: Thank God!! F.F.net is working again!!! What in the Hell happened any way?!! Tch, well, that's another one of life's mysteries...READ ON!!)
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The bell to the Baskin Robins shop rang as four chibis and a Prince walked in. The pimply faced teenager behind the counter's eyes widened as he saw the height of Vegeta's hair. It was beyond that of an afro, even Mr. Satan's. But he kept his composure and squeaked out a "Hello? May I help you?"
Vegeta looked down at his list (again).
3) ONLY 3 ICE CREAM CONES A PIECE!!! The only exception is Goten, who can only have one.
Vegeta did a kind of half-smile, half-smile thing.
"Yeah, I want (counts on fingers) seven cones of a creamy ice cube and make it snappy before I blow your ass to Kingdom Come."
The pimply faced teenager raised an eyebrow. "Would you like a sample?"
He looked down at the four squealing chibis, all of their eyes pleading.
"What in the blue Hell is a sample?"
The P.F.T (pimply face teenager) felt like he was talking to a two year old.
"Uh...a sample of our ice cream..?"
"If I get one of these sample things will it make my woman happy?"
"Uh...sure...I guess...."
"Fine then."
The P.F.T gave him a small pink spoonful of Rocky Road. The moment the spoon touched Vegeta's lips, his eyes lit up.
"MORE."
"Uh....okay sir....would you like a different flavor?"
"What ever, just gimme s'more of 'dat shit!!"
The P.F.T handed him a spoonful of French Vanilla, his hand shaking a little. The chibis were sitting in chairs behind him with inpatient looks on their faces.
Trunks growled. "Hey Dad, have you ever heard of the term "share"?"
Vegeta looked behind him. "Oh yeah, you're the one with the birthday aren't you?"
"....That's sort of the reason we're here...."
"Fine."
Vegeta bust open the glass case with his fist and threw out a tub of Neapolitan, leaving P.F.T . very.....very....pale.
"Have fun." Vegeta grumbled as he tossed them spoons as well.
The P.F.T. piped up. "Are you going to pay for that?"
Vegeta gave a grunt. "One of you brats take care of him will 'ya?"
Trunks, Goten, and Chibi-Chibi, who were totally engrossed with their Neapolitan, turned to Chibi-Usa.
She sighrd. "All right, I'll do it. Luna P henge!!"
Luna P trans formed into a huge wad of counterfeit bills. Chibi-Usa walked over to P.F.T.
"Here, go buy a cheap suit, or a hooker, or some acne medicine or somethin'...."
P.F.T. gave her a huge smile. "Hey thanks little girl!! I needed some moo-lah for some Clean and Clear!!"
Before he left the store he added: "By the way, I'm a member of Project C.U.T.E.!!! (Chibi-Usa Is Terrific Everyone)"
Chibi-Usa was about to sit back down to the Neapolitan when P.F.T came storming back in.
"Hey!! This is Monopoly money!!"
Chibi-Usa rolled her eyes. "Well what did you expect? I'm eight years old. Did you really think I would have a stack of dejanaro that thick? Did you think I was some grade-school pimp?!"
She went back to her ice cream.
"Pay me NOW or I'm calling the Cops!!"
Goten faked a surprised face. "Oh_my_God!!! Oh puh-puh-please mister!!! Don't call those bad old coppers on us!! We promise, we'll be good!! By the way, if you didn't realize it that was sarcasm."
Trunks' eyes widened. "Goten! You....you sounded so intelligent!!! It was just....spooky...."
"(^_^) I know!! I've been using my word-of-the-day calendar!!"
Trunks sighed. "Well that didn't last long...."
P.F.T started getting angry. "Hello?! Anybody home?!! I said I was going to call the COPS!!"
Chibi-Usa snapped her fingers. "Hey Veggie-man, would you mind ki-blasting him to Hell for me? He's getting really annoying. Thankies."
Vegeta grunted and Big Banged him. P.F.T was completely charred black and wheezed out a puff of smoke.
"'Ya know what? This is on the house and I'm just gonna leave....like now...." he said and rushed out of the place.
2 Hours and 31 flavors later.....
"Chi-bi." Chibi-Chibi let out a burp.
"Hey Mr. Veggie-head, shouldn't we be going home now?" Goten said groggily.
"Yeah Dad, it's almost 9:30," Trunks added.
Vegeta looked at the clock on the wall and then at Bulma's list (again).
3)Take them home for cake. IN BED BY 10:00 NO LATER!!!!
Shit, I didn't know it was this late!! They have to get home NOW!! Or else the woman will get mad at me!!
"Brat! Kako-spawn!! Hurry!! Fly home right now!!"
"....Uh, Dad, the car?"
"Screw the car!! We have more than one!!"
Goten and Trunks began to fly to Capsule Corps. Vegeta almost followed, but.....
"Mr. Veggie-man!!! We can't fly!!" squeaked Chibi-Usa.
"Chibi CHIBI CHIBI?!!!!!?!!"
Vegeta growled. "Well that's not my fault now is it?!"
He started to fly off when he heard he again.
"Bulma will be mad if you leave us here...."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "....You truly are evil aren't you?"
Chibi-Usa grinned. "No shit Sherlock."
Vegeta grumbled as he picked both Chibi senshi up and took flight. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to the fact that things were only going to get worse from there.....
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To Be Continued......
(A/N: Next and last chap: Happy hour....I'll let ya'll think about that.....)