Wow... I am GOOD! Soo many people want more! Wow! I guess I might as well give you chapter 2 of the fic!

reply to reviews:

Blulily19- Trust me, the point of it WAS to be weird...

Ryvel Latin- Thank you for the suggestion! I will!

Karen Rhine- Arigato for another review from one of the fics! I can't believe that people actually thought I fit Vegeta's personality!

Saiyans-princess- Never fear! Your idea has been taken in!

cheryl- I made it leave out the whole 'come to blow up earth' part be cause I felt that it was just funny without that part. It seemed more innocent.

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It was the night of the open house. Trunks, Bulma, and a forced Vegeta all walked to the school, Vegeta cussing all the way.

"Why the *BLEEP* do we have to go to the *BLEEPIN'* open house? I don't see the *BLEEPIN'* point!"

"WOULD YOU STOP CURSING?!" Bulma screamed.

"*BLEEP* NO!"

Trunks sighed as he kept on walking. It was funny when his parents fought like this...

(A/N: Ow... I was writing this in the morning, but then I landed on my right arm and I bruised it. I am okay. I am forcing myself to write!)

They finally made it to the school.

"Konnichiwa Mr. and Mrs. Briefs!" the teacher welcomed. "We have the reports on our fathers on the walls, and the portraits of our mothers on the other! There are many more things, look around!"

"Whueva," Vegeta mumbled as he walked in (a/n: IT IS SOOO EASY TO WRITE VEGETA-LIKE! I LOVE IT! THANK INARI-SAMA HIEI IS SOOO LIKE HIM!)

"Well, Vegeta, shall we see our son's portrait of me?" Bulma asked.

"Sure..." Vegeta, Trunks, and Bulma all went to the portrait corner.

"Trunks! It is pretty!" Bulma hugged her son.

"It looks..." Vegeta was going to say 'like crap' but then he would have to be lectured by Bulma, "...nice?"

It wasn't that bad for a half-saiyan. It wasn't at all.

"Oi, Trunks!" said one of Trunks students.

"Oh, hey, Akira..." Trunks mumbled (a/n: DOES ANYONE GET THAT?).

"Everyone is reading your report!" Akira laughed.

"Report? Oh no..." Vegeta mumbled.

"Err... c'mon, Dad," Trunks said quietly, "Let's go..."

They went to the reports. A group of mothers were staring at them, murmuring...

"Umm... that's the one," Trunks pointed to his, which had a yellow and black border.

"Okay, Trunks," Bulma said brightly.

Vegeta started to read it. His eyes bulged. "T-trunks...."

He looked at his son heart-eyed, "GOOD BOY! YOU HAVE STRIKED TERROR IN EVERYONE'S EYES! THANK YOU!"

All the parents were even more horrified, but Bulma laughed it off.

It was okay, at least Vegeta liked his son...

**Finne**

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Well, that's all R&R and Ja ne! I must wrap up the Day Malik Died and my Award Show!