A/N: I'm not a huge DBZ fan, but even if you're not either, I'd read this if I were you if it's a laugh you desire. Partial credit goes of RainShadowCK for co-writing almost all of these stories. And if you have any suggestions for future chapters (It doesn't have to be about DBZ, either, it can be about Green Day if you so choose.) I'll be sure to give you credit when I post it!
#1: Sleep Talk
Vegeta tossed and turned irritably in bed, sleep somehow abandoned him for the now snoring Bulma. Sighing loudly, he turned away from his slumbering wife, muttering under his breath.
"Stupid woman snores so damn loud, I can barely hear myself think."
"Honey?" inquired a groggy voice next to him, "I have a confession. I killed the pope, raped him, and stuffed his body in our mattress." Bulma said, sleepiness acting upon her like a drug. Vegeta shot up from his laying position abruptly.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, WOMAN!" he yelled, infuriated.
The noise jolted Bulma from her dream world.
"Wha--? What? Huh? Who died now?" She queried, clearly bewildered. Vegeta turned to face her and pressed his hand on her cheek.
"You just said you raped and killed the pope!" He replied sternly, more confused.
Bulma replied in a tone of shock. "What are you talking about! I was sound asleep until you yelled." She raised an eyebrow at her husband, "You must've been dreaming or something." She ended the conversation with a loud snore, leaving Vegeta checking the mattress for the "dead pope's" body. His hand retrieved only some condoms.
"I was wondering where I put those." With a crooked smirk he finally drifted to sleep, still in a state of confusion.
A/N: I really had a dream like this... except I raped the pope, killed him, then stole his pope-mobile! OO