Whip Cream

Written by: Saiya-jin Sama

Disclaimer: Are these really necessary? Well, anyways, I don't own 
DBZ... yadda yadda yadda.... Just read the story



"Hee hee!! Again! Again!"
   -- spraying noise followed by muffled and incomprehensive talking --
After a couple of seconds, both are loudly giggling.
"Told you I could fit the whole thing in my mouth!"
The two silence immediately...
"Aw crap!" - the first one
"O-otousan!" - the second "Come on Goten! Help me clean it up!"
Trunks and Goten scramble to clean the delicious white foam off the 
counters and dispose of the empty whip cream cans. They could feel 
Vegeta's ki steadily approaching, and he must be coming from Goku's 
because the ki was high.
"Shit - Your dad probably kicked his ass again, so when he sees us he'll 
be REALLY pissed!"
 -- sing-song voice-- "My dad kicks your dad's ass!! Hee hee!"
The youths -8 and 7 years old- had newly discovered the appeal of such 
a vocabulary and utilized it as often as possible.
"Shut up you baka! Just because he does, doesn't mean my dad can't kick 
OUR asses!"
Goten thinks about this - and thinks- and thinks- and then forgot what he 
was supposed to be mulling over and started to imagine what ChiChi may 
have cooked for dinner.
"Goten!!"
"Huh?! What?"
"You were drooling! Do you want your ass kicked THAT bad?"
"Huh? Who's gonna kick my ass?"
"Aaaarrrgggghhhhh!!"
While they argued, the feared person strode into the kitchen, glanced 
sideways at the two sticky demi-saiyajins, grabbed an unopened can of 
whip cream and walked out.
"....stupid brats...."
Trunks stopped pounding on the dumbfounded Goten at the sound of a 
spraying noise. He grabbed Goten by the collar and dragged him to the 
doorway, just in time to hear the clink of a can hitting the wood floor 
and not a person in sight.
"Aaaccckkkkk.... do you think you could put me down now?"
 <hack> <wheeze> <cough>

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Two days later, Trunks and Goten are sparring on the grounds outside 
of Capsule Corp. Vegeta emerges from the gravity room, in search of 
a snack. In the kitchen, he rifles through the pantries, and found nothing 
that would appease his dignified saiyajin appetite. Digging among the 
strange containers in the fridge, a suprised "Ah!" comes from the sweaty 
prince. He picks the object up - a king size can of whip cream! Popping 
the cap off with a thumb, he tips his head back, closes his eyes, and 
squirts the velvety product down his throat.
"VEGETA?!?!"
Vegeta's eyes shoot open in shock and he closes his mouth - head still 
tipped back, can poised for another squirt.
Bulma stands awestruck, hands on hips and mouth gaping open.
"WHAT in  the name of Kami, Piccolo, Dende, Allah, and every other 
deity, ARE you doing?!"
Swallowing the cream, Vegeta turns, closes his eyes again, and sighs 
with annoyance.
"What does it LOOK like I'm doing?"
Bulma stares and can't think of any rebuttal to his blunt remark, and so 
she continued to stand with her mouth open, arms now at her sides.
Smug, Vegeta squirted some whip cream in his palm, and eyes never 
leaving her, licked it off. Bulma walked up to him and almost purred out, 
"you can take that can.... AND SHOVE IT!" An outpouring of profanities, 
complaints, and accuisitions tumbled from the seething, blue haired woman. 
"I bet those kids learned that from YOU! No wonder I never have any left! 
If you were HALF a man, you'd tell those kids not to do stupid shit like 
that! But there's no telling you! You're so high and mighty that -- Where 
are you going?!
"To repay those who have shown me this -- so SHUT UP! It's not like 
I've never seen you do the same with that chocolate syrup!"
And for once, Bulma was quieted.



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