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.:Chapter three: Bulma's cookies:.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMmm" Trunks screamed as he dashed down the hall with Vegeta in pursuit.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Bulma called cheerfully. Trunks stopped dead in his tracks. "The kitchen?" He thought, "Mom only gose in there at meal times, and it's not lunch time for another hour!"

Vegeta, who was not expecting Trunks to stop, slammed into his back, or rather, triped on him. "Did your mother just say she was in the kitchen?" Vegeta asked. The surprise of hearing Bulma say that had made him completely forget about the incident with the tree.

Trunks and Vegeta glanced at each other. "I'll get the fire extinguisher" Trunks said with a sigh and he scrammbled off down the hall.

Vegeta walked down the hall and pushed the door open to the kitchen. "Oh hey Vegeta!" Bulma said turning around She was wearing oven mits and a Snowman themed apron. "You're just in time to try the cookies I made!" She said holding out a red plate filled with small, charred-looking black specks.

Vegeta looked from the plate back to Bulma. Bulma looked so proud of herself, and those little charred bits of cookie. Vegeta reached out for one "This isn't going to be very easy he thought."

Trunks kicked the door down. "HOLD ON MOM!" he screamedwaving the fire extinguisher around. I'LL SAVE YOU! Trunks proceded to hose the entire kitchen down with the fire extingisher, cookies, oven and all.

"Thank God" Thought Vegeta as the foam started to clear and the cookies were covered in foamy froth.

"Sorry mom, didn't mean to. I just assumed that, uh, there would be a, yah know something on fire." Trunks scratched the back of his head. "Do you want me to get the mop and bucket?"

"No, that's okay." Said Bulma in a surprisingly cheerful voice, I thought the looked a tad over done anyway. "I'll try again later." Vegeta looked relived. "That was close." He thought. Trunks and Vegeta left the kitchen and headed towards the living room.

"Hey son, what do we decorate next anyway?" Vegeta looked down at Trunks with a half-smile.

Trunks blinked. "Oh," he thought. "I get it, I must have saved him from trying mom's food." Trunks grinned up at his dad. "Next we decorate the out side of the house!"

Tht'a it for now, folks! Reveiw and I'll update more soooooooooooonnn."