Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

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Staring across the dinner table, Vegeta glares at the younger saiyajin with a suspicious eye. He hasn't tried to pull anything yet, making the ouji very nervous.

"Vegeta."

The ouji looks away and turns to his mate next to him, "What is it onna?"

Annoyed at being called a pronoun once again, Bulma scowls, "Get me the napkins"

Vegeta looks at the napkin dispenser by his elbow and sees none there. His eyes search the table with the Sons and the Briefs sitting at it eating dinner, and sees another napkin dispenser right next to Goku. He snaps irritably, "Hey! Get a napkin over to Bulma!" Goku pays him no mind and continues inhaling his food. Already annoyed, Vegeta yells, "Prince Goku, give a napkin to Bulma right NOW!"

Everyone's heads snap up and stare at the ouji incredulously. Vegeta scowls at the stares, wondering why his yelling was so unusual. He demands, "What are you looking at?!"

Bulma says in shock, "Vegeta, did you just call Goku a prince?"

Vegeta snaps, "Why would I do something as stupid as call Prince Goku a prince?" His eyes immediately pop open and he yells, "Holy frick!!" clutching tightly at his throat. Goku and Trunks break into grins and they high five each other under the table. The ouji stands up and points accusingly at Goku, "You! I know you had something to do with this! Only you would plot something this sadistic!"

Goku laughs, "Sadistic? Me? Oh come on, Vedge. Why would I do something like that? Besides, how would I be able to do it? You wouldn't let me in the room when Trunks was hypnotizing you."

Vegeta hisses, "Why you-"

ChiChi huffs, "Yeah, ouji, my husband does have a point. He didn't do it. Now leave him alone."

The ouji yells, "I know he did it! Don't even try to convince me otherwise!" He turns his glare back to the chibified saiyajin and snarls, "Don't think that I'll forget this, Prince Goku!" He yelps and covers his mouth. Goku and Trunks use all their will not to break into uproarious laughter.

Bulma sighs, "Vegeta, you are being so overdramatic. Just say plain old Goku."

Vegeta hollers, "I've been trying to say Prince Goku the whole time! I mean G- Prince Goku! I mean... Ah CRAP!" He pounds the table angrily, breaking it right down the middle, successfully upsetting the whole dinner. Several of the people cry in protest and Trunks and Goku take the opportunity to leave the scene.

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Escaping from the dining room, the two chibis run down the hallway, laughing gaily. Trunks says excitedly, "That had to be one of the best pranks yet!"

Goku grins, "Yeah, I know! The look on your dad's face was priceless!"

The lavender haired demi adds, "Yeah! And he didn't even know he called you Prince Goku until my mom had to tell him!"

"Ha HA! That was so great!"

Trunks grins and stops in front of his room, "It's so great to have you as a friend, Goten."

At once the grin is wiped off of Goku's face. He says, "Uhh... Trunks? I'm not Goten."

Blinking, Trunks says, "Of course you are. What are you talking about, Goten?"

Frowning, Goku asks, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Goten. I've never been better."

"... Are you trying to use me to replace my son as your playmate?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Goten."

"....Rrrright."

Trunks opens the door to his room and leads in the chibified saiyajin. Sitting down in front of his game consoles, he says, "Come on. Let's play some Maveo Kart," handing a controller to Goku.

Goku says, "Um... I don't like that game."

"No, you love it. You always tell me that, Goten. Now let's play."

"But I'm not Go-"

"I SAID PLAY!"

Goku yelps, "Okay!" And he sits down and lets Trunks start up the console.

Trunks leans back into his beanbag chair and smiling, sighs, "It's so great to have you as a friend, Goten."

Goku says nervously, "Yeah, sure."

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About half an hour later, while Goku is struggling to keep up with Trunks in Maveo Kart, Danny, the young girl that was rescued from Satan City, peeks into the demi-saiyajin's room shyly. She quietly knocks on the door and without taking away his eyes from the screen, Trunks yells, "Who is it?!"

Danny answers, "It's just me."

The demi-saiyajin's eyes widen and he stops the game immediately, turning around and looking at Danny, "Oh, hi! What are you doing here?" Goku turns around as well, looking at the raven haired girl with interest. This is the first time that he's seen her in a long while.

Danny's breath hitches once she sees Goku's face. A hot blush comes onto her face and she squeaks out, "Hi, I'm Danny! Nice to meet you!" holding out her hand to Goku.

Goku smiles good naturedly, "Hi, I'm Goku. Nice to meet you too."

The blush on Danny's face deepens and she grins. Trunks stares at them, switching between her to Goku to her again. A stress mark pops onto his head and he pushes the two apart, "Hey! Cut it out!"

Completely oblivious, Goku asks, "What the heck are you talking about?"

Trunks growls, "Alright, Goten. Why don't you just go downstairs and see your brother?"

The chibified saiyajin just shrugs, "Whatever." He didn't even like playing video games anyway. So he goes out the door, heading in the direction of Gohan's ki.

Danny says quickly, "I'll go with him."

Trunks frowns, "Don't you want to play with me? We can play that weird Darbie Adventure game that you bought."

The young girl smiles and says, "That's alright. Maybe later." And she rushes out of the room after Goku. Trunks stares at the doorway, scowling and decides to play one of his role playing shooting games.

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Far, far away from West City and Capsule Corps, Kakarot sits on the edge of a high cliff overlooking another very metropolitan city. He sighs with boredom, randomly shooting the cars on the highway leading over to the city. Sure he feels the lust of battle like any other saiyajin, but this is ridiculous. This is no battle. None of the people can properly defend themselves. He mutters, "How pathetic," watching the people panic and scream when they see him. {They're so damn weak. It's sad. I almost feel guilty about killing them off. It's like killing off a bunch of newborn infants.}

A low rumble and chopping sounds gain his attention and he sees several tanks and helicopters heading his way. Kakarot grins and cracks his knuckles, "Well, this should be interesting."