Psycho
"Hey dad, I have a question."
"Okay, let me tell you a story to answer your question."
"Don't you want to know the question?"
"Once upon a time..."
Vegeta came skipping into the kitchen, and screeched to a halt in front of Trunks.
"I've been looking for you..."
"Huh?" Trunks replied. Vegeta leaned in close to Trunks, breaching his personal space.
"I've got a surprise for you...." Vegeta slammed a pot on his head and banged a wooden spoon against it repeatively. Vegeta lifted the pot high enough to see Trunks' swirly eyes, "Are we having fun...?" Trunks fell to the floor, which was quite loud because of the pot remained on his head.
"What's going on this time?" Bulma asked in answer to the crash.
"Well....first I put a pot on our son's head, and then I rapped on it with a wooden spoon."
"Wha..huh..WHY?"
"Felt like the thing to do." Vegeta walked out whistling.
Later that day...
"Vegeta, this is Dr. Edward."
"Hello, Vegeta."
"He's here to...talk to you."
"Hmm," Vegeta replied, not looking away from the television.
"Please, leave us, I will take care of everything."
"Oh, okay." Bulma said weakly.
"Now, Vegeta..."
"What kind of doctor are you?" the Saiyan interrupted.
"Well, I'm a sort of head doctor."
"Of course, there are no more real doctors anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, there are doctors for your feet, children, teeth, nasal passages, eyes, brain, pets, vagina, skin, and who knows what else. There are so few doctors that are just doctors."
"Vegeta, have you been feeling all right?"
"Well, I did have a dream were I was waist deep in blood, and this dead baby without eyeballs floated by. What does that mean?"
"Oh, that means you want to have sex with your mother."
"WHAT!!!" Vegeta screamed and jumped out of his chair, "How do you get that from my dream!?"
"Well..well...uhh...you see..I'm a Freudian, and that means I believe all emotions stem from your childhood, and your sexual desires. ...Your mom being the most prominent person in your childhood, therefore....you..want to do your mom," the psychologist answered quietly.
"Hmm," Vegeta replied, sitting back down, "It makes sense now. Thank you so much, Doctor, you've helped me so much."
"Really?"
"No. I'm really going to throw you through the front door and off of my property, you sick freak."
And with that, he threw him out like one does the garbage.
..."And that's why doctors don't make house calls anymore."
"Thanks dad, but the question was about the Civil War. This is the last time I ask you for help on my homework."
"Glad I could help, son."
Trunks thought, "Geez, dad's insane. ...For some reason hearing that story made my head hurt."
"Hey dad, I have a question."
"Okay, let me tell you a story to answer your question."
"Don't you want to know the question?"
"Once upon a time..."
Vegeta came skipping into the kitchen, and screeched to a halt in front of Trunks.
"I've been looking for you..."
"Huh?" Trunks replied. Vegeta leaned in close to Trunks, breaching his personal space.
"I've got a surprise for you...." Vegeta slammed a pot on his head and banged a wooden spoon against it repeatively. Vegeta lifted the pot high enough to see Trunks' swirly eyes, "Are we having fun...?" Trunks fell to the floor, which was quite loud because of the pot remained on his head.
"What's going on this time?" Bulma asked in answer to the crash.
"Well....first I put a pot on our son's head, and then I rapped on it with a wooden spoon."
"Wha..huh..WHY?"
"Felt like the thing to do." Vegeta walked out whistling.
Later that day...
"Vegeta, this is Dr. Edward."
"Hello, Vegeta."
"He's here to...talk to you."
"Hmm," Vegeta replied, not looking away from the television.
"Please, leave us, I will take care of everything."
"Oh, okay." Bulma said weakly.
"Now, Vegeta..."
"What kind of doctor are you?" the Saiyan interrupted.
"Well, I'm a sort of head doctor."
"Of course, there are no more real doctors anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, there are doctors for your feet, children, teeth, nasal passages, eyes, brain, pets, vagina, skin, and who knows what else. There are so few doctors that are just doctors."
"Vegeta, have you been feeling all right?"
"Well, I did have a dream were I was waist deep in blood, and this dead baby without eyeballs floated by. What does that mean?"
"Oh, that means you want to have sex with your mother."
"WHAT!!!" Vegeta screamed and jumped out of his chair, "How do you get that from my dream!?"
"Well..well...uhh...you see..I'm a Freudian, and that means I believe all emotions stem from your childhood, and your sexual desires. ...Your mom being the most prominent person in your childhood, therefore....you..want to do your mom," the psychologist answered quietly.
"Hmm," Vegeta replied, sitting back down, "It makes sense now. Thank you so much, Doctor, you've helped me so much."
"Really?"
"No. I'm really going to throw you through the front door and off of my property, you sick freak."
And with that, he threw him out like one does the garbage.
..."And that's why doctors don't make house calls anymore."
"Thanks dad, but the question was about the Civil War. This is the last time I ask you for help on my homework."
"Glad I could help, son."
Trunks thought, "Geez, dad's insane. ...For some reason hearing that story made my head hurt."