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.:Chapter 5: Road Rage:.

Trunks swung his feet back and forth. His dad was driving unusually well that day, He had only hit three pedestrians and caused four car accidents. Trunks was bored out of his l skull.

As Vegeta zoomed along at 25 miles over the speed limit in a residental neighborhood, Trunks decided that the only way to entertain himself was to do the unthinkable,something he had never dared to do with Vegeta in the car before. He decided to Sing a song.

Trunks inhaled, held his breath, then began to sing in the loudest voice he could; (sing to the tune of "Deck the Halls")

"Ice the walls with gasoline
tra la la la la, la la la la,
Light a match and watch it gleam,
tra la la la la, la la la la,
Brun the school house down to ashes,
tra la la la, tra la la la, la la la
Aren't you glad you played with matches,
Tra la la la la, la la la la!"

Vegeta clenched the sterring wheel in agravation. "Well, at least it's over." He thought.

Trunks, on the other hand, had entirley different plans. He had just taken a pause for a breath, then he started up again with:

"Joy to the world, Barney is Dead-"

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH" Vegeta screamed out of fustration as he ran through two red lights and a stop sign. "If you don't shut up I'm gonna rip out your spinal cord and beat you with it Brat! Vegeta swirved to keep from hitting some little old lady and a girl scout.

Trunks sighed loudly. "Fine I won't sing." He looked out the window. "Are we There yet?" He asked in that annoying whine that small children are infamous for.

"No." Vegeta growled as they turned onto the highway. "Don't ask me again."

All went well for the next ten seconds untill- "Dad", said Trunks in a very small voice, "I have to go to the restroom." "WHAT?" Vegeta yelled, you couldn't have gone before we left?

"I didn't have to go then," Trunks whined, "I have to go NOW!" He said fidgeting in his seat.

"Well, just cross your legs and hold it in! Vegeta shouted. I can't pull over on the bloody highway!"

Vegeta clenched the wheel tighter. He had to find a rest room and fast...

"Never mind." Said Trunks. Vegeta turned around and looked at Trunks. The seat and the floor were both wet. The smell of urine slowly strated to fill the car. Vegeta's eyes widened as relization dawned. "YOU DIDN'T!" He screamed.

"Yes I did!" Said Trunks swinging his feet. "Don't worry, I brought a spare set of clothes." Trunks said happily. "There in the trunk!"

Vegeta wrinkled his nose. The car smelled putrid. Trunks looked over Vegeta's shoulder. "Uhhhhh, dad, I think you better watch the road..." Vegeta had turned around to see that he was about to miss the exit to Walmart, and he was in the wrong lane.

Vegeta quickly pulled off into the exit, causing several collisions amoungst the cars behind him. Vegeta speed into the parking lot at 100 miles per hour, hit a speed bump, and sent the car flying three feet into the air.It landed with a crash, hit a cement parking barier, and rolled over to land perfectly in a parking space.

"Woah! Good job Dad!" Trunks shouted. Vegeta let go of the sterring wheel. His hand marks were indented into the plastic and metal.

Vegeta opend the door and steped out of the car. He slammed the car door after himself. He misjudged the force he needed to close the door and the entire body of the car fell to bits.Trunks undid his seatbelt and scrammbled out of what was left of the car. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a shopping bag with his spare outfit in it.

"I'll be right back! Trunks shouted he dashed behind some bushes. Vegeta looked down at the ground. Nothing intresting. He looked up at the sky. Even more boring. Trunks Bounded out of the bushes wearing the elf costume he had on earlier.

Vegeta rolled his eyes."I suppose that will have to do for now." He said with a sigh. Vegeta and Trunks started across the parking lot with Trunks humming "Jingle Bells" and the little bells on his elf shoes ring as he walked.

People stared at Vegeta and Trunks as the rossed the parking lot. A little three-year-old girl with brown hair and blue eyes trotted up to Trunks and Vegeta and grinned up at them standing in there path.

"Are you two of Santa's elves?" She asked with a big innocent grin. "Your both short with funny costumes, but I think his is better." She said pointing at Trunks.

"SHORT? FUNNY COSTUME?" Vegeta thought. A vein in Vgegeta's forehead twitched, like it always did when he was angry. Trunks was on the ground rocking back and forth with laughter. "Funny... pant...costume...gasp..hhahahahaaaaaa"

The little girls Mother came and pulled her away. "I'm very sorry sir." She said pulling the little girl toward her car. Vegeta walked quickly away Trunks had to half jog to catch up to him.

"Yay!" Trunk shouted. "When we get there can I have a puppy, or a space ship, or, or mabey a fancy french circus, or a hot dog or a martini or-" "We have all those things at home." Vegeta interupted. "Not true," said Trunks, We don't have a hot dog, I ate them all yesterday."

Vegeta sighed. It was gonna be one hell of a shopping trip with this brat. Oh well, It couldn't get any worse...

- Okay okay, not much longer. But it was still longer than the last chapter I wrote which was, I know, I know, damn short...R&R, I'll write more asap. Untill then, amuse yourself by playing one of my favorite games: Poke-the-sayin-with-the-stick or, Use-Vegeta-as-a-trampoline. Take your pick and I'll met you at the hospital.-