"Dysfunctional Family" By Shaboba330
"Hello everybody! Can we get one thing straight, please?" Frieza asked with his arms folded across his chest. Goku looked at him. Vegeta just grunted and farted.. "I don't want you in here, Frieza," Bulma called from the kitchen. "You'll frighten Trunks." Just then, Vegeta snapped his fingers and shouted to Bulma, "WOMAAAN!! GET ME A BEER! I would get it myself, but my ass fell asleep an hour ago." Bulma sighed and tossed him a beer. Vegeta caught it, took a huge chug, and farted again. Vegeta looked completely ill. He always looked like this since he started becoming dependant on alcohol.
"Can I pleeeease finish my sentence?" Frieza whined as he inspected his unnaturally long and well polished fingernails.
"Oh, sure...hey, uh, what were you saying?" Goku asked in a completely air- headed voice. Frieza growled and said, through gritted teeth, "I was saying.can we please get one thing straight?" Piccolo, who was wearing the most elaborate kind of fur coat possible, chimed in and said, "You didn't say that, Frieza."
"What the hell are you talking about, green man? And where did you come from all of a sudden?"
"You didn't say that. Not in that ORDER, anyways."
"DAAAAD!" Trunks was calling from the other room. Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked into the other room.
Vegeta, who had an annoyed expression on his face, looked down at Trunks. Trunks, currently 5 years old, was sitting on the floor and crying a little. "What," Vegeta asked, in such a flat tone, that it sounded like a statement. "I..I fell.d..down.and scraped..my..knee..." Trunks said though tears. "Is that all? You're interrupting a very important football game," Vegeta roared. Trunks looked up at his father and nodded weakly. "Good gods, child.you are so weak.to think that you are MY son." Vegeta picked up Trunks and handed him over to Bulma, who took care of his wound.
"Consider yourself lucky, Vegeta. I have TWO! You only have one, you lucky dog," Goku said, lighting a cigarette.
Vegeta belched, followed by another loud fart. In response to Vegeta's vulgarity, Piccolo belched even louder. Vegeta reared back and burped so thunderously that the house shook, which started a belching contest between Piccolo and Vegeta.
"Am I ever going to get to speak?" Frieza whined again. His voice however, was drowned out by the sounds of Vegeta and Piccolo belching, the television, Goku talking to himself, and Trunks crying.
By this time, everybody's attention was on something else, and Frieza leaned up against the wall and sighed.
"Hello everybody! Can we get one thing straight, please?" Frieza asked with his arms folded across his chest. Goku looked at him. Vegeta just grunted and farted.. "I don't want you in here, Frieza," Bulma called from the kitchen. "You'll frighten Trunks." Just then, Vegeta snapped his fingers and shouted to Bulma, "WOMAAAN!! GET ME A BEER! I would get it myself, but my ass fell asleep an hour ago." Bulma sighed and tossed him a beer. Vegeta caught it, took a huge chug, and farted again. Vegeta looked completely ill. He always looked like this since he started becoming dependant on alcohol.
"Can I pleeeease finish my sentence?" Frieza whined as he inspected his unnaturally long and well polished fingernails.
"Oh, sure...hey, uh, what were you saying?" Goku asked in a completely air- headed voice. Frieza growled and said, through gritted teeth, "I was saying.can we please get one thing straight?" Piccolo, who was wearing the most elaborate kind of fur coat possible, chimed in and said, "You didn't say that, Frieza."
"What the hell are you talking about, green man? And where did you come from all of a sudden?"
"You didn't say that. Not in that ORDER, anyways."
"DAAAAD!" Trunks was calling from the other room. Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked into the other room.
Vegeta, who had an annoyed expression on his face, looked down at Trunks. Trunks, currently 5 years old, was sitting on the floor and crying a little. "What," Vegeta asked, in such a flat tone, that it sounded like a statement. "I..I fell.d..down.and scraped..my..knee..." Trunks said though tears. "Is that all? You're interrupting a very important football game," Vegeta roared. Trunks looked up at his father and nodded weakly. "Good gods, child.you are so weak.to think that you are MY son." Vegeta picked up Trunks and handed him over to Bulma, who took care of his wound.
"Consider yourself lucky, Vegeta. I have TWO! You only have one, you lucky dog," Goku said, lighting a cigarette.
Vegeta belched, followed by another loud fart. In response to Vegeta's vulgarity, Piccolo belched even louder. Vegeta reared back and burped so thunderously that the house shook, which started a belching contest between Piccolo and Vegeta.
"Am I ever going to get to speak?" Frieza whined again. His voice however, was drowned out by the sounds of Vegeta and Piccolo belching, the television, Goku talking to himself, and Trunks crying.
By this time, everybody's attention was on something else, and Frieza leaned up against the wall and sighed.
