Dibbs: Hello everyone!
Goku: Hi!
Vegeta: Ciao.
Dibbs: Sorry I haven't updated on Laugh Today, Gone Tomorrow in so long.
Vegeta: Talk about long…
Goku: Yah…very long…
Dibbs: Yes, we know that.
Vegeta: Very long…
Goku: Too long…
Dibbs: Shut up, Vegeta, Goku. Anyway, let's continue with the fiction.
Goku: Very long… Hotdog Chain! (Grabs the hot dog chain next to him and starts to eat)
Dibbs: (sweatdrops) Whatever.
…))))
"Okay Goten, who should we torture next?"
"What about my dad?" Goten suggested.
"Are you sure Goten? Your father is dumb enough already. He might hurt himself," Trunks said.
"My daddy is not dumb!" Goten argued. "He's cool and smart!"
"And dumb," Trunks added.
"Prove it!"
Trunks nodded. Goten handed Trunks the phone. Finally, Goku answered.
"Hello?"
"Good evening sir," said Trunks in a deep voice.
"I thought it was still morning," Goku said.
"…Um…right!" Before Trunks could answer again, a thunderous roar came out of the door of CC.
"Trunks, you little Brat! I know it was you!"
"Call you back. Bye!"
"Umm…bye?"
Goten and Trunks quickly sprang up from the grass. Trunks hid the cell phone in his pocket.
"Did what father?"
"Don't play dumb with me, brat. I know you were 'Ray Gunn of the I love food company'."
"What makes you think that?" Trunks said innocently.
Vegeta picked Trunks by the collar, dug into Trunks' pocket and took out the cell phone.
"This is proof," Vegeta said gruffly. "And I checked who had called me on the phone. It had said 'Bulma Briefs'. And The Woman had left her phone with me."
"Wow Mr.Vegeta! Nice thinking! You're just like Sherlock my big brother told me about. He solves stuff and-"
"I KNOW who he is," Vegeta huffed.
"He reads his books," Trunks stated.
Vegeta dropped Trunks in exasperation.
"Don't tell your mother brat! And don't tell your pan-carrying mother either, Kakarot look alike. Nor Kakarot!"
They both asked, "Why?"
"Because," Vegeta said, "I don't want to look smart."
"Do want to look dumb?" Goten asked innocently.
"NO!"
"Then waddya mean then?" Trunks asked.
"Don't tell them." Vegeta said, heaving a sigh.
"Why?" they asked once more.
"I DON'T WANT TO LOOK SMART, I DON'T WANT TO LOOK DUMB LIKE KAKAROT!"
"I'm offended!" Goten said with hurt look on his face.
"I WANT TO LOOK LIKE A RUTHLESS, HEARTLESS, CRUEL, BLOODTHIRSTY, Saiyan!"
Vegeta laughed insanely and ran around in circles.
Trunks and Goten's widened and took three steps back. That was it.
Vegeta had finally cracked.
The kids decided it was best to leave the insane prince alone before it gets serious.
When the kids got back into the house, they decided to go up to Trunks' bedroom.
"What now?"
"I do have a phone in here. So that means that we can still call your dad."
"Trunks, I don't think I want to do the prank to my dad."
"Why not?"
"Then you'll ay that my dad is stupid. I'm really offended…"
"It's hard to face the truth," Trunks said sympathetically.
"Trunks! Your not helping…"
"Sorry! Fine. If we do the prank phone call, then I won't call your dad stupid."
"Okay! Can we start with someone else?" Goten said as he showed the Son Grin™.
The purple-haired saiyan nodded.
He grabbed his phone and dialed…
))))…
Dibbs: Ha! A cliffhanger.
Goku: What? Why!
Vegeta: Humph.
Dibbs: Because, it's better that way. Let the people decide.
:Who do you what them to call next?
1.Krillin
2.Gohan
3.Yamcha
Dibbs: all you have to do is to tell me.
Goku: Ya! Tell him!
Vegeta: Tell him or die.
Dibbs: Don't mind Vegeta. You have the choice.
Along with the choice please…
Dibbs and Goku: REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
Vegeta: Idiots.