Disclaimer: Well, I don't own DBZ. Any questions?

Shasti: Well, I was originally going to put up Piccolo going shopping with someone, that's the problem, I can't figure out who he should go shopping with and why. Can you please help me with that?

This is the story of Goten and Trunks arguing at the World Martial Arts Tournament, they've just met Goku.

Two chibies sat behind the brick wall, arguing, no one knows how long they've been arguing or about what, let's find out...

"My Dad is stronger than your Dad! He can beat your Dad with a single punch!" Trunks said loudly and folded his arms, while smirking.

"No, no he can't!" Goten madly pointed a finger at him.

Trunks stood calm while watching Goten falling over from pointing too madly. He sighed "At least my Dad hasn't died so many times that they can't even count it."

Goten got pumped up again at that comment and started pointing wildly. "What do you mean Trunks?" The chibie jumped up. "Alright then, how many times has YOUR Dad died then?" Ha! Thought Goten, lets see Trunks get through this one!

"My Dad hasn't died yet." Trunks raised his head proudly. Goten was now going mad, his face became red and it blew up like a balloon, but he ran out of things to say... "Well, well..." Goten panicked "Your Dad can't even wear a hat!" He blurred out.

Trunks was knocked back at the reply. Goten's right, every time he tries, his hair just polks right through. He quickly thought of a reply for that. "Well, your Dad can't either!"

Goten hopped, eager to prove that he's right. "Well, at least my Dad doesn't use Pantene and a litre of gel!"

Trunks glared at Goten. "My Dad doesn't use Pantene!"

Goten glared back. "Yes he does!"

"No he doesn't!"

"Does too!"

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"Doesn't!"

"Doooooeeeeeessssss!" Goten yelled at the top of his lungs, then he hesitated, while catching his breath. "Hey Trunks? What are we talking about?"

Trunks took and anime fall, a sweat drop form on his head. "Oh, never mind..." He didn't want Goten to know that he used Pantene.

Goten grew impatient. "I'm sick of you keeping things from me Trunks! Fess up! You use Dove!"

"Uh, no..." Trunks grew a little nervous, then decided to change the topic. "Hey Goten, how come people from your family have strange name meanings?"

Goten pumped up again, his eye brows crossed and he formed his angry face. "We don't have weird names!"

"Yes you do!" Trunks grabbed the chance, he spoke rapidly, non stop in an attempt to prove himself right. "Your name means sky, your Dad's name means space, and your brother's name means fried rice!" With that, he bursted out laughing.

"Well, at least my name doesn't mean underpants," Goten resumed his angry face after he giggled.

Trunks was really offended now, I didn't get to choose my name, this guy came from the future and I just had to be named after him (not true). He thought to himself. "Yeah, but what about the people your Dad hangs out with? That green skinned elf is named after a pickle, Tien is named after a three eyed wacko wolf guy, Krillin comes after this sand monk in a legend, Roashi is like seven hundred years old, Yamcha is named after a way to eat, no wonder your Dad made friends with him and what's that pig's name? Oolong!"

He said all this incredibly fast.

Goten was just about to blabber something when he got interrupted by Trunks again, "Oh yeah! Your Dad comes from a legend of a monkey who hopped out of a rock, fights with a one trillion KG stick and got himself knocked silly because he did some naughty things!"

Obviously, Goten was most angry because Trunks said that his Dad did naughty things, he started to argue again. "Yeah well, your Dad in that legend is some crazy guy who wants to put his son in some miniature tower that tortures people!"

"Well, that's just a legend..." Trunks said, the added nervously. "Right?" Then he straightened up because he saw that he was confusing Goten. "Your Dad is a show-off who spends too much time saving the world."

"Hey!" Goten protested. "What's wrong with saving the world?"

"Not that!" Trunks bellowed like his father, "It's because he's a show-off!"

"Well!" Goten scratched his head, then his face brightened as he thought of something to say. "Well your Dad is a show-off who's too lazy to save the world!"

Trunks was now very insulted. "My Dad is not lazy!"

"Is too." Goten yelled.

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

This time it was Trunks who stopped talking, he suddenly came up with another insult. "Your Dad's hair is like a hechog's, so I'll just call him hedchog-head."

Goten puffed up again (Like that aunt in Harry Potter...) he acted like a drama king/Queen as he screeched. "OH YEAH! YOUR DAD'S GOT A PINEAPPLE-HEAD AND YOU'VE GOT A MOP-HEAD AND YOUR MUM... WELL SHE SWAPS HER HAIR STYLE TOO MUCH!!!"

At that screech, the wall collapsed and hit the two chibies on the head, causing them to forget the whole argument. They just stared at each other oddly, and rubbing their head.

Trunks rubbed his mop-hair and stared across to Goten, Goten spoke first. "What are we doing here Trunks?"

Trunks shrugged and suddenly got an idea, he wanted to tell Goten about his theory "You know what Goten? I think my Dad can beat yours with one punch."

Here we go again...