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Chapter 2 – Gooey Gel?

:: Previously on - Vegeta's Hair ::

"Shhhh! It's the dinner bell! My mom rings it when she's done making food! All we gotta do is ring it and my dad will come running out!"

"Oh that's a good idea Trunks."

"Of course it is! Ok, get ready…"

The boys quickly grab and aim their water pistols and …

DING DING DING DING DING

"Wow that thing is loud"

" Shush Goten he's coming!"


Trunks and Goten quivered with excitement as they heard the GR turn off and loud footsteps approach the door.

The door to the GR creaked open slowly, and a shock of black spiky hair poked out; immediately followed by the face of Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji. He looked around cautiously, searching the area for danger. Finding no immediate threats in his vicinity (AN:-cough-cough-), Vegeta hurried down the steps towards (what he thought would be) food. –clunk- one step… –clunk- two steps… -thump- ground.

"NOW!"

"Whaa-?"

Vegeta was cut off by an explosion of water hitting his face, and a second one aimed for … his hair.

Vegeta's hair fell over with a wet -splat-

"AHHAHAHAHAHAH! I TOLD YA TRUNKS!"

"GRRRRRRR! YOU BRATS ARE GONNA PAY! PREPARE TO DIE!"

Vegeta angrily shook his head (like a doggy) effectively shaking the water away from his face … and out of his hair …

-sproing!-

"You've got to be kidding me"

But before Trunks could comment on this new development, his angry father ran at them in a deadly saiyan rage.

"RUN GOTEN RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"

Trunks and Goten ran as fast as they possibly could, with Vegeta hot in pursuit!

"YOU GODDAMN BRATS! JUST YOU WAIT TIL I CATCH YOU! I'LL SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR TINY LITTLE ASSES SO HARD YOUR HEADS WILL POP OFF!"

Goten screamed and took to the air, with Trunks following suit. All of a sudden explosions starting ringing out all around them!

"I'VE GOT YOU NOW YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!"

"This is the end Trunks! You're dad is gonna kill us!"

-BOOM!-

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Goten!"

Goten was hit! He went down! Trunks dived to help his fallen friend but just as he grabbed hold of Goten's shirt a hand latched onto his shoulder.

"I've got you know brat! You're dead." Trunks squeaked in fear.

"Help! Somebody! Help me! My dad's gonna kill me!"

Outside Capsule Corp. it was as quiet as a grave, (all the neighbors hiding in their houses in fear) but at the sound of Trunks' desperate plea for help, the SPCSC (society for the prevention of cruelty to small children) miraculously appeared!

"Sir you are under arrest!" shouted a fat police man with a megaphone.

"SCREW YOU!" shouted … guess who.

"Goten! Goten! Wake up! We're saved!"

Vegeta powered up a massive ki blast and totally vaporized them ALL! A resounding –BOOM- … shook the city!

"Scratch that … we're screwed."

"VEGETA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT-"

Bulma appeared at the front door and marched across (what was left) of the front lawn right up to the Prince of all Saiyans and started screaming at him.

"SHUT THE HELL UP WOMAN I'LL DO WHAT I LIKE!"

A shouting match to end all shouting matches began on the Briefs' front lawn, and two certain little demi-saiyans just happened to inch away unnoticed by the screaming adults.

-Back in Trunks' Room-

"Whoo that was a close one Trunks! We need to be more careful or we'll get killed! Your dad is mean!"

"Well at least we found out that I was right and he doesn't use that icky gooey gel!"

"Yea whatever …" Goten pouted

"So what does he use then?"

"Hmm I dunno …"

Both boys thought hard for a few minutes (well … Trunks thought. Who knows what Goten was doing…)

"Maybe he super-glues it!" Trunks exclaimed

"But wouldn't that have come off with the water?"

"Not with that special water-proof super glue!"

"Hmm yea that's true…but how are we gonna find out?"

"Easy! We'll just have to touch his hair, and see if its all hard and stuff."

"Uhh Trunks …"


It's great when you go back and look at this crap and realize how stupid you were when you were 14. Ugh. Review, commenting on my latent retardation.