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A Dinner Never to be Forgotten

Clouds formed over the Brief residence as Chi Chi and Bulma were slaving away in the kitchen  preparing more dishes for dinner for their husbands that seemed to be like bottom less pits with the varieties of food they shoveled down into their guts. Piccolo had a firm expression on his face for he was used to Goku and Vegeta's horrible table manners. He had witnessed them engorge themselves at the Martial Arts Tournament so this kind of behavior was typical.  Krillin was still in shock at the sheer appetite the full saiyans possessed. How did they manage to eat all of that without getting a stomach ache or other ailments that could occur from consuming large potions in one setting? The anatomy of the saiyan body was a mystery in itself.  Krillin being a married man to 18 now understood how Bulma and Chi Chi felt over the years. It was a good thing that Trunks and Goten were away at a party attempting to pick up girls for their teenage appetites would put more pressure on the families.  Tien, and Chiaotzu, were attempting to block out all of the clattering of dishes and the gasps of breaths between bites from the two aliens as they consumed several plates of egg rolls, wontons, and fried shrimp. Yamcha leaned far back against his seat  fearing his fingers would in danger of being bitten off. He had witnessed this before especially when he first met Goku as a kid and learned that he could eat as much as an elephant. Gohan being an adult himself had eaten his fill and simply watched his dad help himself to another helping of chow mien. Trunks whom had returned from the future kept his thoughts to himself as he observed his father polish off a bowl of orange chicken that had just been set down five minutes ago by his mother. Between the two saiyans alone there were at least over fifty dirty plates and bowls. To make matters worse both of them were still hungry.

An hour had passed and nothing had seemed to change except that Chi Chi and Bulma were becoming more irritated with their alien mates demanding for more food. "Chi Chi, more noodles and chicken." Goku lifted his plate waving it in the air for it to be refilled. He stacked another plate onto another, the sweet and sour sauce dripping from his chin with remnants of fried rice were around the corner of the edges of his mouth. It was so mouth watering that he just had to have eight more plates.

"Woman get me some more egg rolls and pork!" Vegeta's voice bellowed. "I don't know what the hell you're doing in there, but you need to answer me right now."  The Prince of all Saiyans growled under his breath becoming annoyed with his food portions diminishing. "Answer me woman!" His dark eyes darted to the kitchen with a glare of malcontent rather than malice like it would have been several years ago in the past.

"That does it!' Chi Chi slammed her fists on a cutting board where the mandarin beef chunks took a dive onto the kitchen floor. "I've had enough of this. Day in and day out, it's all the same. Chi Chi get me more of this. Chi Chi get me more of that." She stormed into the dinning room in such a huff that made Goku nearly choke on one of his pieces. With his eyes the size of ping pong paddles, the saiyan sunk into his chair knowing he was in trouble yet again all because of his appetite. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the irritating woman when his keen reflexes and instincts sprung up on him. In a half second where his head would have been, he swerved to the right where a scapegoat by the name of Krillin felt the seer pain from a hot frying pan. Krillin's chair toppled over as he screamed out and headed to the nearest bathroom dousing his head with cold running water. "That pan was aimed at you Vegeta!" A perturbed woman with aqua colored hair stood with her arms crossed. "You have any idea how long Chi Chi and I have been slaving away in that kitchen just to fill yours and Goku's guts? When do I ever get to sit down and eat my meal while it's hot and fresh?" A pause of silence fell over the room.

"Well… I'm talking to you Vegeta!" Bulma walked closer towards her stubborn mate.

"I don't have to answer you ," his gloved fingers tapped at the table resisting the urge to strike her especially in front of his son. Instead he starred at the one whom he referred to as Kakarrot. "A saiyan needs his energy to protect your ass from any incoming threats that come to the Earth." Goku nodded smiling sheepishly at his wife. "Vegeta is right. I have to eat my fill Chi Chi otherwise I'll still be hungry and that could be bad." Goku protested being brave to face her. She was a fireball and Goku made sure to watch what he said around her.

"Oh really?" She turned her nose up at him. "I bet normal families don't eat like this."

Krillin took his seat back at the table with an ice pack to his face. "Chi Chi if you haven't noticed by now Goku and Vegeta are not normal." Her gaze went over to him and in a brief second, her abrupt words sprang at him like a cougar pouncing on its feeble prey.

"Who asked you huh? They live on Earth so they should eat like a normal family which means normal portions. Just think of all the money I could save on groceries alone." Piccolo shook his head fearing an headache would be coming on. To bad he couldn't make her and Bulma shut their traps for one minute. This was one of the pleasures why he was glad that he was single. Yamcha laughed not being able to hold his amusement in any longer. "Yeah that's a good one Chi Chi. We all know that won't happen." Tien held his hand over his head wishing he had not been invited. Yamcha was notorious for opening his mouth and inserting his foot. "Bulma what's your excuse?" Yamcha stirred the fire that was Bulma's temper. "You have no excuse cause you have money to spare and…" his words were cut off at the sound of shattering dishes on the floor and the screech of a harpy. "What? How dare you!"
Trunks being the patient guy he was ignored his mother's outburst and munched away at what was left of dinner. It wasn't until he seized with his left hand a green glass originally aimed at Yamcha  that could of struck his head that made him swiftly stand to his feet and speak up. His long lavender hair was tied back leaving only his long bangs brush against the sides of his face giving him a staid presence. "Mother calm down. This isn't helping. Father and Goku will always have these kind of appetites. You should have known that before you even got involved with dad. Instead of the time you're wasting by breaking dishes you could utilize it to make more food." Trunk's blue eyes broadened when his mother had turned on him. A female's savage temper held no bounds. The hybrid backed away a bit knowing how Gohan felt when he was up against his mother's wrath.
"Trunks! You're chauvinistic just like Vegeta. Did you have to inherit your father's boorish arrogance superiority complex? I guess all royalty are like that and Vegeta is a shinning example. No manners or respect for anyone unless they earn it. " Her finger pointed at the culprit in her mind whom had  signs of ominous intentions hidden in his wandering orbs from Bulma until they halted at Trunks.  If only he hadn't grown so soft over the years. Had he remained when he first came to Earth in search for the dragonballs she would have never remotely came close to speaking to him in such a disrespect manner. Him, the prince of a mighty warrior race had succumbed to mediocrity of what earth had to offer all because events had not turned out in his favor. And yet, he realized had he gotten his way, he would of never achieved being a super saiyan, spread his blood line or became one of Goku's best friends.
Feeling cross and agitated he arched his head to the right for it was his way of dismissing the whole ordeal without getting into a squabble with someone as headstrong as he was. Bulma eyed Trunks like a hawk once more being wary of Vegeta's temper and body language. She understood what he was capable of though she didn't feel he would harm her as he was the father of her children and did care about her in his own way. The impertinent genius getting sick of Vegeta's mannerisms lost her temper being one to rant and rave like a spoiled teen. "I've had it with the males of this family." She angrily pierced Vegeta and Trunks. "All you guys do is fight, sleep and then eat me house out of home. I bet no one eats like this every meal." Bulma fumed.  Trunks sighed in exasperation  and collapsed uneasily in his seat.  Sometimes his mother was to much to handle. Looking at his watch, he played with many of the features hoping to pass the time.
"I bet no else does either," Chi Chi chimed in agreeing one hundred percent with her best friend. "Goku and Gohan are just like Vegeta and Trunks when it comes to being pigs. I blame Goku for the way Gohan turned out. He set a very bad example for him.  You'd better be hearing this," Chi Chi glanced down at her husband whom had sunken deep into the chair's cushions and was now playing with his fingers. "Oh come on Chi Chi. It's not my fault. What can I say I love to eat.  There are so many different kinds of food out there." Goku rubbed his finger across the rim of one of  his used plates, sticking the sauce residue from his finger in his mouth. "There must be other people out there somewhere that eat like this too," he sucked each one of his fingers savoring the lasting flavoring from the dinner.
Chi Chi stomped her foot. "Yeah right. No one eats as much as you and Vegeta." Her sternest disposition  melted away replacing it with a brilliant scheme. "In fact let's make it a bet." "That's a great idea," Bulma clapped her hands together. "We'll bet that you guys can't find another family who eats close or as much as you two do." She pointed to the two saiyans whom were both dumbfounded. "If you two win, we'll continue to feed you guys without any complaints, but if we win then you have to make us dinner for a whole month."  Vegeta smirked knowing this would be a simple bet. If anyone could find someone who loved eating food it was Goku. It would be like taking candy away from a baby.
"Not only do you have to make us dinner for a whole month." The Saiyan Prince chuckled darkly, "But you have to be dressed a certain way and call me Prince Vegeta and do whatever I tell you." He placed his feet on the table. "You'll be my slave like Raditz and Nappa were."  Goku put his two cents in before Vegeta could come up with any other ridiculous  demands. "And I get to wear my regular clothes no matter what occasion and not be threatened with you or Bulma not making me any food Chi Chi." Goku rose to his feet towering over his wife. "Either that or no deal." Vegeta concluded the conversation with a gratifying arrogant stare. Chi Chi threw her hands up in the air. "All right Goku. I'm so tired from making dinner anyway. Goku grinned from ear to ear. "Yes I knew you would give in Chi Chi."
Bulma scoffed at how her best friend admitted defeat. "Within reason Vegeta. I'm not going to let you harm or kill anyone." She placed her hands over her hips keeping two feet away. "And I refuse to be your slave!" She stood her ground now invading his space. Vegeta mockingly starred back  as the two had a stare off with Goku appearing more clueless than ever. Should he intervene or not? His childish gaze was on Vegeta whom was preoccupied at the moment. "Oh is that right? You'll do what I tell you woman." He laughed with mirth for a short time that changed instantly to a hostile tone. "Otherwise there will be no bet and you'll have to answer to me."
Goku's hand touched his shoulder. The whole confrontation could of escalated had he chose to stay out of it. The two full blooded saiyans transferred words to one of another using telepathy. "Vegeta, I know what I'm doing. I'll just focus on a certain individual from a family, we'll go there, get the footage, show it to Chi Chi and Bulma, win the bet, eat more and then you and I can have a one on one spar as long as you like. How does that sound?" Vegeta's interest peaked loving the opportunity to test his skills and power against Goku. " You have yourself a deal Kakarrot. She's not worth me wasting my breath over." Vegeta ended the telepathy between him and Goku and set his eyes on Bulma. In a nonchalant tone, he pretended to give in to her demands." Fine have it your way, but you still have to wear whatever I want you to wear; no questions asked." He spoke without blinking  making her eyes water from starring so long until she blinked. "And if I win, I'll make sure you treat me like the princess I am." She challenged back.
"Mom, Dad," Trunks interrupted hoping his mother wouldn't bite his head off again or his father wouldn't punch him in the gut. "I'll record so there will be proof."  His parents like hovering lions in a pride growled as if Trunks was a cub misbehaving. "If that's okay with you both?" Their son hesitantly asked. Bulma pointed her nose in the air like a snob. "Fine whatever." Vegeta returned his son's question with a sinister grin. "Yes. There will be glorified proof and only the beginning of your mother's humiliation." Trunks exhaled slightly by his father's presence and of what he had said." Vegeta retorted with a snide remark. "Invite the others so they may witness my victory." His hybrid son had no choice but to do as he was asked even though he was going to invite them along in the first place. After all he could only imagine how they had felt experiencing the dinner fiasco.
"Krillin… Gohan… Piccolo… Tien… Chiaotzu… Yamcha… he accidentally said their names slowly of what seemed to be like in a condescending tone due to his father's influence, "You  guys can come too if you want." Piccolo, gripped his fist showing tiny sparks for how he was addressed by Trunks. He nodded growing tired of the whole conversation and wanting to get the hell away from the two women. "I might as well. I want to see some proof for myself, but watch how you address me next time." He warned with his eyes set on the youth. "Right." Trunks sighed and was glad he had avoided a confrontation with the namek. Vegeta ridiculed his son without saying a word for his eyes alone told Trunks he was not pleased. Trunks was a strong warrior and could act so docile in the blink of an eye. It must be the combination of inferior human blood constantly battling with the superiority of saiyan blood. "Let's go before I change my mind."  Gohan not having said much from everyone else's rants and  fearing he would put himself in the line of fire with his mom glanced at his dad full of awe. "Okay, but do you have a place in mind dad?" Goku smiled at his son. "Of course I do. Everyone who is coming touch me," he placed his pointer and index finger to his forehead preparing to use his instant transmission. There was no way he was going to lose this bet. Food was to important and he had promised Vegeta that they would spar afterwards.
The ones whom were coming instantly vanished with him and appeared in a matter of seconds to an entire new world. Piccolo dreaded the fact that humans would have something to say about his green skin and long pointy ears. If they took any pictures he would break their cameras with a single glance. Tien felt awkward himself on account of his third eye. He was glad that Chiaotzu had decided to stay behind. It was one less worry off of his mind. Trunks recorded for prosperity waving his arm slowly so the camera from his watch could capture every angle. Gohan stood by Piccolo and picked up the scent of cooking coming from a house ahead. He was still hungry from before and now that his mother wasn't here watching his every move there was no excuse for him to have to be proper and dignified. He could chow down like his dad and repeat the same atrocious manners.
Goku eyed his surroundings for his instincts had taken him exactly where he wanted to go. The aroma from the food was making his mouth water. "Krillin why don't you knock on that door. That's where the food is at." Goku pointed to a simple house that seemed very inviting. "And don't dawdle." Vegeta issued a command to Krillin. "I want to get this over with." The sooner the video footage was captured of this typical human family the sooner he could get back and fight Goku. Krillin nearly tripped over his own feet being caught unaware by Vegeta's loud voice. "All right. Geez don't get us all spotted out here," He crept up on the steps, tiptoeing to the front of the house and knocked on the door. It was better that he were to introduce himself to the unsuspecting family rather than one of the aliens in case one of them were to accidentally cause damage to the wood. To his surprise a middle aged African American woman answered the door and greeted him. "Excuse me Ms, but we're weary travelers looking for some nourishment and a place to rest. If you would be so kind to.." Krillin greeted her in a polite manner hoping she wouldn't freak out at the sight of him or the others that were waiting impatiently for him on the lawn.

"Lord have mercy," Angus Klump threw her hands into the air. "Come in, come in all of you. We're about to have dinner." She signaled for them to follow her. Goku smiled as the rest of his team looked at him like he had two heads. Vegeta rose his eyebrow while following after Goku into the house. "Kakarrot exactly whose family are we going to be having dinner with?" Vegeta had a hunch the evening was going to be like none other. "Sherman Klump's family invited us to eat with them." Goku walked into the dinning room.  The saiyan prince stopped in his tracks and dropped his mouth open a bit knowing he would have to suffer through such a terrible ordeal. "Oh dear god." Vegeta groaned having heard of that movie from an outside source, one that he couldn't remember otherwise he would strangle the perpetrator.  He was not looking forward to this. "The things I do just to get even with that earth woman." He grumbled heading inside.

Around the table sat the Klump family ready to eat dinner. The portions were enormous and the family was interesting to say in the least. Yamcha saw that Trunks was recording every second and he starred at Tien wondering why he had come along?  Krillin starred especially at the father known as Cletus Klump whom had some colorful choice of words to greet his guests. "Who the hell are these people? What do you think we do run a food bank in this house? God damn Sherman, are these your friends?" Cletus Klump demanded some answers. "No daddy. I've never seen these fellows in my life." Sherman adjusted himself in his seat. "Then what the hell are they doing here and why the hell are they animated? It's like they came out of that damn TV or am I simply dreaming?" Cletus frowned in his seat and poured some gravy over his string beans and mashed potatoes.
Ernie Klump grinned at the new comers where as Ernie Jr. salted his food paying no attention, but to his dinner plate. Mrs. Klump waved her hands. "Cletus! Don't you dare say rude things to our guests. I don't care where they came from, but Mama taught me to always help those in need."  The grandmother starred at them and waved her finger at Cletus. "At least they better looking than you especially those strong young gentlemen," she batted her eyes at Goku and Vegeta. Vegeta cringed at her appearance and rose his hand ready to put her out of her misery. Goku held his hand down warning him that she was an innocent person. "Don't even think about it," he telepathically mentioned. Goku would protect the innocent by all costs no matter how crude or bizarre. He took his seat at the table over in one of the corners next to Vegeta whom couldn't keep his eyes and thoughts off the whole Klump family. "Geez how fat can earthlings get? Why the hell am I here? This is absurd. Curse my fighting instincts."
Goku reached over the table to get some green beans, corn on the cob, and rolls. "So um this stuff looks good." He kept his eye on Vegeta in case he tried to pull anything. Mother Klump brought in the final southern dish that was fried chicken. "Isn't this fabulous? All of the family and our guests gathered here at the table. Go on everyone find a place to sit and join us." She brought in more chairs that were in the garage in case the Klumps ever had a family reunion. Yamcha, Tien, and Piccolo sat at the other corner of the room across from the grandmother, but away from Cletus. Trunks and Gohan sat closer to Ernie Jr. where as Goku and Vegeta were close to Sherman and Eddie.
Goku was about to dig in when Cletus's voice sprung out of no where. "If you and your friends gonna eat at this table cause of my wife then suit yourself. Just don't get in my way or perform strange voodoo stuff on me." Cletus put more potatoes on his plate. "Um I won't." Goku reached for another plate being uneasy with Mr. Klump watching him. "If you did come from that damn TV then obviously you know that all they talk about is lose weight get in shape, get healthy. I know what healthy is. And I'll tell something else. I don't know why everyone is  trying to lose weight in the first place?" He mixed his gravy with his food and shoveled it into his mouth. Trunks spoke up. "It's their choice." Cletus frowned again now having his eyes set on the lavender long haired man. "No one asked you boy with freaky colored hair." Trunks retained his manners keeping his temper in check. That father Klump was something else. What was Goku thinking for coming here?
"Now you know what your problem is," Ernie Klump said to Sherman who couldn't help, but the stare at the strangers in the room. "You don't work out. You all fat. I'm all muscle. Look at them. They are all muscle too, but that one is green. That ain't right." Piccolo ignored the comment not wanting to touch any of the food that the Klumps were consuming. It was disgusting being in the household with a family who was morbidly obese except one member.  "Once your metabolism speeds up you can eat anything you want." Eddie grabbed some fried chicken and tossed it on Sherman's plate. "Go on knock yourself out."
Trunks kept recording making sure he got proper footage to show his mom. "Thanks for inviting us to dinner." His voice fell on deaf ears. Sherman turned to his brother putting the chicken back that Goku instantly grabbed and put in his mouth. "Recent studies are shown that certain people are genetically predisposed to gain weight. Someday in the future we may even find a cure." Sherman Klump explained to his brother. Cletus interrupted as it was one of his many talents. "The only thing you need to study is your ass." Vegeta's slanted eyes broadened like a deer caught in headlights. He had never ever in all of his life heard someone say a sentence like that.
"Did I just hear that Kakarrot?" His telepathic message was with Goku again. "Yep first time I ever heard that too. I wonder why he would say that? Try not to laugh or call attention yourself. I know it will be hard, but try." Goku's eyes flashed to Vegeta. "I can't promise you that. I have a feeling this night is only beginning. Boy do I want to silence him."
Cletus having no idea that Goku and Vegeta were telepathically speaking of him went on chattering on as if he had all night."I got a big ass, your mother got a big ass." Yamcha hid a chuckle as well as Gohan, but what they really wanted to do was burst out laughing. Tien shifted in his seat not believing what he had heard. Never in all his years did he witness a family telling each other that their butts were huge. Goku feeling uncomfortable with a wide eyed expression almost bit one of his nails. At least his team didn't talk like that and what made matters worse was he was beginning to catch the giggle fever. Holding his left hand over his mouth, his cheeks flushed a bit. Krillin rose one finger in the air ready to protest, but decided against it knowing it wouldn't do any good.  Piccolo was annoyed keeping his thoughts to himself shaking his head from left to right. Was he seriously witnessing this conversation? What crude earthlings these humans were.
Trunks starred directly at the table only looking up a few times to regain eye contact with his team. He tapped his fingers at the table hoping to cause a bit of a distraction from the crude conversation. Gohan watched the fingers of his friend tap and seemed to be mesmerized by each movement. He bit his lower lip hoping not to burst out in giggles. Vegeta remained calm as one could be wanting desperately to choke off Cletus's air supply so he couldn't say anything else out of that vulgar mouth of his. Instead the saiyan prince merely starred at Goku not sure he could contain himself from being physical. He would have to  constrain himself from leveling the house and the people with one blast or else Goku hero to all humanity would have to put him in line in more ways than one. "Aw this sucks," he muttered under his breath gripping both of his white gloved hands in front of him.

Angus Klump waved her right hand downwards at her husband trying to get him to stop talking. "Cletus!" He turned to her. "You do have a big ass. I tell you asses are big in our family and you need to get used to that. I don't care what diet you go on. You can go sew up your stomach and your ass all you want. You will always be fat." Cletus stated bluntly. Sherman debated his father's opinion with scientific facts. "Daddy all I'm trying to say is scientific breakthroughs are occurring all the time." Ernie interrupted before Sherman could finish his speech. "The only thing that is about to break through is your ass about to break through  the seat of your pants."
Tien nudged his friend with his elbow hoping he would settle down. Instead Yamcha stood up. "That's a good one." He tried to fit into the conversation and received an awkward glance from Goku. "So thank you for inviting us to your home and to this meal, but we really ought to be going." Once again none of the Klumps heard him.
Angus was engaged in a conversation with her family. "You know Sherman. I think I  do remember hearing something on TV about colon cleansing. They say everyone should have one. I'm thinking about getting me an appointment and getting my colon cleansed thoroughly." All of the dragon ball z warriors couldn't move a muscle until after a few seconds passed by. What kind of family dinner was this? "Vegeta, Piccolo what is colon cleansing?" Goku asked his friends out of curiosity. "Uh…" The saiyan was speechless and didn't know how to answer. Piccolo sweat dropped and groaned wishing he was back at home. "It's a… I'm not going to answer that." Vegeta protested crossing both of his arms and pouted at the same time.
Cletus's gruff voice directed at his wife from what seemed like the dark bowels of a practical joke pierced the prince's ears. "You want your colon cleansed? I'm going to clean mine."  From whatever had died in Cletus, a strong stench filtered the room going straight to everyone's nose. "Oh man…" Trunks waved his hand around trying to get rid of the smell. Gohan did the same. "I wasn't expecting him to do that. Foul." Piccolo growled under his breath. "Disgusting human." Cletus ignored the comments and shared his bit with his family. "Now I'm talking squeaky clean."
Goku couldn't eat anymore and it was an unusual site for him to lose his appetite. "Oh… I have an idea now." He coughed and failed at his attempt not to laugh flustered that he and Yamcha were laughing their heads off like Ernie Jr.  "This is downright disgusting." Instantly Vegeta bent a fork that broke in half. He was not going to stand for this any longer. "That does it. I will not stand for this mockery." His power level made the table vibrate. Cletus hollered at his family thinking they were having an earthquake. "I'm going to do what I want to do at this table. Case in point."  He ripped another one that made Krillin topple over in his chair. "Hey!  Excuse me  but…" Grandmother Klump looked up from her plate that was toppling towards the edge of the table. "Who called my name?" Cletus grinned not caring that everyone else was suffering. "Yeah I'll call your name if it's…" Another fart erupted in his chair making the old kook laugh crudely.  She picked up her butter knife holding it between her fingers. " You making fun of me. I'll toss this between the crack of your ass."
Cletus was really enjoying himself not knowing the bizarre out of this world phenomenon was happening quickly. "You know I can go on all night." And again he farted one after the other right on cue, not stopping. Angus yelled at Cletus. " Cletus Klump I hope you fart till your asshole falls off." Ernie hollered with laughter, Sherman held his nose while eating, and Ernie Junior joined in on  the breaking wind chorus. Krillin hid under the table not being able to stand the smell any longer. "Goku…." his whines were heard from underneath.  "Yeah this was a great idea Goku." Yamcha held his sides from laughing so hard. "Yamcha knock it off!" Tien elbowed him in the ribs. Piccolo stood up from the table just before Yamcha fell in his lap. "Get a hold of yourself. It's sickening." Gohan hit the table constantly  with his fist trying to control himself.  Piccolo had to hold his arm down for him to get a grip. "This guy is a riot Mr. Piccolo."
Trunks held his left hand against his face covering the warmth that was rising in his cheeks. "Make him stop someone."  Vegeta gave Cletus the death glare ready to make a new crater in the neighborhood. "It will be my pleasure." Goku leaped out of his seat and stood behind Vegeta, his fit of jest now gone. "No Vegeta." Vegeta's right fisted arm shone off a bright light, his ki forming into a small ball and his blue aura flashing rapidly singeing the table as Sherman Klump tried to ponder the scientific explanation for the power he was witnessing. "No Kakarrot, I want to enjoy this."  Just when he was about to exact a death sentence upon the man, Cletus halted being oblivious of what was happening and for once he was shocked. "Oh see what you made me do?  God damn it I messed up my pants." He got up from the table holding both of his hands by his butt and left in a hurry, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
This unforunate spread of events was to much emotionally for the Prince of all Saiyans to handle. Never in his life did he experience such a crude human and he had thought he saw it all from fighting different forms of aliens, blowing up civilizations along with planets and even heaven forbid being inside the innards of Majin Buu.  This experience from Hell topped them all. "I didn't make him do that. That human weakling he…" Vegeta was left stoic, his power had diminished and without warning he fainted in Goku's muscular arms. "Ah!  I got him." Goku stood with an unconscious saiyan prince in his arms. Now he had to explain to the rest of the Klump family. "Ah turns out we won't be needing a place to stay after all. Thank you for dinner."  Pivoting on his left ankle, Goku turned facing the rest of his team. 'Meet me outside guys. Piccolo you know what to do." Krillin got the message and bowed to Angus. "Uh thank you for your hospitality." He couldn't get out of that place fast enough and either could Gohan and Yamcha whom left still giggling a bit. Trunks sighed with relief glad that he got the footage to show his mom and Chi Chi. Piccolo was the last to leave and just to be certain he gently knocked out each of them as well as Cletus after he came out of  from the bathroom. They would not remember a thing. Goku waited on the lawn and got the nod from Piccolo that he did what Goku told him to do. Shifting Vegeta closer in the crook of his arm and making sure everyone else was touching his shoulder, Goku rose his two fingers to perform the instant transmission to take them back home. Little did they know the Klump family had awoken and everyone else thought the whole thing was a dream except Sherman. "Oh my goodness they really were here." Sherman examined closely the one clue, the charred pieces of the edge of the dinning table. "Better keep this classified information to myself."

Back at Bulma's residence, the two woman were in shock from viewing the footage. Trunks ejected the file from the pc. "Looks like Goku and father win mom."  He observed Goku sitting on the couch next to his dazed father. Bulma took one glance at Vegeta whom seemed to be regaining his clearings. "Chi Chi I'm going to bed. I think I'm going to faint. You and the others can stay here tonight" She uttered. Vegeta leaned up and called to her. "Wear that maid outfit. You lost the bet." At least from coming back from such a nightmare, he would savor his victory. "Fine!" She left and came back wearing a French maid outfit. "There you go Prince Vegeta." She wanted to wring his neck. "You can go to bed now," he dismissed her away with his hand. "I'll look forward to bossing you around tomorrow." He smiled with satisfaction as Bulma huff and puffed in her room. Goku poked Chi Chi to get her attention. "Remember your bargain," Goku mused.  Chi Chi gave Goku a weird look and slipped into one of the guest rooms.
Krillin yawned looking at the clock. "Well that was fun. Huh guys?" Tien glanced from his spot on the ground. "Speak for yourself. At least Yamcha stopped laughing." Chiaotzu sympathized with his best friend. "I'm glad I didn't go. It was the best decision I ever made." Piccolo with his stern expression and crossed arms heard the scuffle of Yamcha's shoes from the kitchen. "He had more fun than all of us." The human flopped down on the ground with an icepack to his ribs. "My sides hurt so bad, but at least Vegeta didn't blow up the place."  Gohan chuckled and wiped his eye. "Yeah that would have been awful." Trunks placed both arms over his head. "Let's agree never to do that again." Goku put his hand over his head and laughed. "The girls learned their lesson. At least there was no harm done though some of you guys almost lost it." Vegeta smirked shifting his body to where he was more comfortable. "Next time he won't be so lucky. Kakarrot we'll spar tomorrow after you've had your fill." Goku grinned at his saiyan comrade and fell asleep with the others in that very room. He had gotten more than be bargained for that dreadful night and would be looking forward to a typical day sparring with Vegeta.

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A Dinner Never to be Forgotten

Clouds formed over the Brief residence as Chi Chi and Bulma were slaving away in the kitchen  preparing more dishes for dinner for their husbands that seemed to be like bottom less pits with the varieties of food they shoveled down into their guts. Piccolo had a firm expression on his face for he was used to Goku and Vegeta's horrible table manners. He had witnessed them engorge themselves at the Martial Arts Tournament so this kind of behavior was typical.  Krillin was still in shock at the sheer appetite the full saiyans possessed. How did they manage to eat all of that without getting a stomach ache or other ailments that could occur from consuming large potions in one setting? The anatomy of the saiyan body was a mystery in itself.  Krillin being a married man to 18 now understood how Bulma and Chi Chi felt over the years. It was a good thing that Trunks and Goten were away at a party attempting to pick up girls for their teenage appetites would put more pressure on the families.  Tien, and Chiaotzu, were attempting to block out all of the clattering of dishes and the gasps of breaths between bites from the two aliens as they consumed several plates of egg rolls, wontons, and fried shrimp. Yamcha leaned far back against his seat  fearing his fingers would in danger of being bitten off. He had witnessed this before especially when he first met Goku as a kid and learned that he could eat as much as an elephant. Gohan being an adult himself had eaten his fill and simply watched his dad help himself to another helping of chow mien. Trunks whom had returned from the future kept his thoughts to himself as he observed his father polish off a bowl of orange chicken that had just been set down five minutes ago by his mother. Between the two saiyans alone there were at least over fifty dirty plates and bowls. To make matters worse both of them were still hungry.

An hour had passed and nothing had seemed to change except that Chi Chi and Bulma were becoming more irritated with their alien mates demanding for more food. "Chi Chi, more noodles and chicken." Goku lifted his plate waving it in the air for it to be refilled. He stacked another plate onto another, the sweet and sour sauce dripping from his chin with remnants of fried rice were around the corner of the edges of his mouth. It was so mouth watering that he just had to have eight more plates.

"Woman get me some more egg rolls and pork!" Vegeta's voice bellowed. "I don't know what the hell you're doing in there, but you need to answer me right now."  The Prince of all Saiyans growled under his breath becoming annoyed with his food portions diminishing. "Answer me woman!" His dark eyes darted to the kitchen with a glare of malcontent rather than malice like it would have been several years ago in the past.

"That does it!' Chi Chi slammed her fists on a cutting board where the mandarin beef chunks took a dive onto the kitchen floor. "I've had enough of this. Day in and day out, it's all the same. Chi Chi get me more of this. Chi Chi get me more of that." She stormed into the dinning room in such a huff that made Goku nearly choke on one of his pieces. With his eyes the size of ping pong paddles, the saiyan sunk into his chair knowing he was in trouble yet again all because of his appetite. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the irritating woman when his keen reflexes and instincts sprung up on him. In a half second where his head would have been, he swerved to the right where a scapegoat by the name of Krillin felt the seer pain from a hot frying pan. Krillin's chair toppled over as he screamed out and headed to the nearest bathroom dousing his head with cold running water. "That pan was aimed at you Vegeta!" A perturbed woman with aqua colored hair stood with her arms crossed. "You have any idea how long Chi Chi and I have been slaving away in that kitchen just to fill yours and Goku's guts? When do I ever get to sit down and eat my meal while it's hot and fresh?" A pause of silence fell over the room.

"Well… I'm talking to you Vegeta!" Bulma walked closer towards her stubborn mate.

"I don't have to answer you ," his gloved fingers tapped at the table resisting the urge to strike her especially in front of his son. Instead he starred at the one whom he referred to as Kakarrot. "A saiyan needs his energy to protect your ass from any incoming threats that come to the Earth." Goku nodded smiling sheepishly at his wife. "Vegeta is right. I have to eat my fill Chi Chi otherwise I'll still be hungry and that could be bad." Goku protested being brave to face her. She was a fireball and Goku made sure to watch what he said around her.

"Oh really?" She turned her nose up at him. "I bet normal families don't eat like this."

Krillin took his seat back at the table with an ice pack to his face. "Chi Chi if you haven't noticed by now Goku and Vegeta are not normal." Her gaze went over to him and in a brief second, her abrupt words sprang at him like a cougar pouncing on its feeble prey.

"Who asked you huh? They live on Earth so they should eat like a normal family which means normal portions. Just think of all the money I could save on groceries alone." Piccolo shook his head fearing an headache would be coming on. To bad he couldn't make her and Bulma shut their traps for one minute. This was one of the pleasures why he was glad that he was single. Yamcha laughed not being able to hold his amusement in any longer. "Yeah that's a good one Chi Chi. We all know that won't happen." Tien held his hand over his head wishing he had not been invited. Yamcha was notorious for opening his mouth and inserting his foot. "Bulma what's your excuse?" Yamcha stirred the fire that was Bulma's temper. "You have no excuse cause you have money to spare and…" his words were cut off at the sound of shattering dishes on the floor and the screech of a harpy. "What? How dare you!"
Trunks being the patient guy he was ignored his mother's outburst and munched away at what was left of dinner. It wasn't until he seized with his left hand a green glass originally aimed at Yamcha  that could of struck his head that made him swiftly stand to his feet and speak up. His long lavender hair was tied back leaving only his long bangs brush against the sides of his face giving him a staid presence. "Mother calm down. This isn't helping. Father and Goku will always have these kind of appetites. You should have known that before you even got involved with dad. Instead of the time you're wasting by breaking dishes you could utilize it to make more food." Trunk's blue eyes broadened when his mother had turned on him. A female's savage temper held no bounds. The hybrid backed away a bit knowing how Gohan felt when he was up against his mother's wrath.
"Trunks! You're chauvinistic just like Vegeta. Did you have to inherit your father's boorish arrogance superiority complex? I guess all royalty are like that and Vegeta is a shinning example. No manners or respect for anyone unless they earn it. " Her finger pointed at the culprit in her mind whom had  signs of ominous intentions hidden in his wandering orbs from Bulma until they halted at Trunks.  If only he hadn't grown so soft over the years. Had he remained when he first came to Earth in search for the dragonballs she would have never remotely came close to speaking to him in such a disrespect manner. Him, the prince of a mighty warrior race had succumbed to mediocrity of what earth had to offer all because events had not turned out in his favor. And yet, he realized had he gotten his way, he would of never achieved being a super saiyan, spread his blood line or became one of Goku's best friends.
Feeling cross and agitated he arched his head to the right for it was his way of dismissing the whole ordeal without getting into a squabble with someone as headstrong as he was. Bulma eyed Trunks like a hawk once more being wary of Vegeta's temper and body language. She understood what he was capable of though she didn't feel he would harm her as he was the father of her children and did care about her in his own way. The impertinent genius getting sick of Vegeta's mannerisms lost her temper being one to rant and rave like a spoiled teen. "I've had it with the males of this family." She angrily pierced Vegeta and Trunks. "All you guys do is fight, sleep and then eat me house out of home. I bet no one eats like this every meal." Bulma fumed.  Trunks sighed in exasperation  and collapsed uneasily in his seat.  Sometimes his mother was to much to handle. Looking at his watch, he played with many of the features hoping to pass the time.
"I bet no else does either," Chi Chi chimed in agreeing one hundred percent with her best friend. "Goku and Gohan are just like Vegeta and Trunks when it comes to being pigs. I blame Goku for the way Gohan turned out. He set a very bad example for him.  You'd better be hearing this," Chi Chi glanced down at her husband whom had sunken deep into the chair's cushions and was now playing with his fingers. "Oh come on Chi Chi. It's not my fault. What can I say I love to eat.  There are so many different kinds of food out there." Goku rubbed his finger across the rim of one of  his used plates, sticking the sauce residue from his finger in his mouth. "There must be other people out there somewhere that eat like this too," he sucked each one of his fingers savoring the lasting flavoring from the dinner.
Chi Chi stomped her foot. "Yeah right. No one eats as much as you and Vegeta." Her sternest disposition  melted away replacing it with a brilliant scheme. "In fact let's make it a bet." "That's a great idea," Bulma clapped her hands together. "We'll bet that you guys can't find another family who eats close or as much as you two do." She pointed to the two saiyans whom were both dumbfounded. "If you two win, we'll continue to feed you guys without any complaints, but if we win then you have to make us dinner for a whole month."  Vegeta smirked knowing this would be a simple bet. If anyone could find someone who loved eating food it was Goku. It would be like taking candy away from a baby.
"Not only do you have to make us dinner for a whole month." The Saiyan Prince chuckled darkly, "But you have to be dressed a certain way and call me Prince Vegeta and do whatever I tell you." He placed his feet on the table. "You'll be my slave like Raditz and Nappa were."  Goku put his two cents in before Vegeta could come up with any other ridiculous  demands. "And I get to wear my regular clothes no matter what occasion and not be threatened with you or Bulma not making me any food Chi Chi." Goku rose to his feet towering over his wife. "Either that or no deal." Vegeta concluded the conversation with a gratifying arrogant stare. Chi Chi threw her hands up in the air. "All right Goku. I'm so tired from making dinner anyway. Goku grinned from ear to ear. "Yes I knew you would give in Chi Chi."
Bulma scoffed at how her best friend admitted defeat. "Within reason Vegeta. I'm not going to let you harm or kill anyone." She placed her hands over her hips keeping two feet away. "And I refuse to be your slave!" She stood her ground now invading his space. Vegeta mockingly starred back  as the two had a stare off with Goku appearing more clueless than ever. Should he intervene or not? His childish gaze was on Vegeta whom was preoccupied at the moment. "Oh is that right? You'll do what I tell you woman." He laughed with mirth for a short time that changed instantly to a hostile tone. "Otherwise there will be no bet and you'll have to answer to me."
Goku's hand touched his shoulder. The whole confrontation could of escalated had he chose to stay out of it. The two full blooded saiyans transferred words to one of another using telepathy. "Vegeta, I know what I'm doing. I'll just focus on a certain individual from a family, we'll go there, get the footage, show it to Chi Chi and Bulma, win the bet, eat more and then you and I can have a one on one spar as long as you like. How does that sound?" Vegeta's interest peaked loving the opportunity to test his skills and power against Goku. " You have yourself a deal Kakarrot. She's not worth me wasting my breath over." Vegeta ended the telepathy between him and Goku and set his eyes on Bulma. In a nonchalant tone, he pretended to give in to her demands." Fine have it your way, but you still have to wear whatever I want you to wear; no questions asked." He spoke without blinking  making her eyes water from starring so long until she blinked. "And if I win, I'll make sure you treat me like the princess I am." She challenged back.
"Mom, Dad," Trunks interrupted hoping his mother wouldn't bite his head off again or his father wouldn't punch him in the gut. "I'll record so there will be proof."  His parents like hovering lions in a pride growled as if Trunks was a cub misbehaving. "If that's okay with you both?" Their son hesitantly asked. Bulma pointed her nose in the air like a snob. "Fine whatever." Vegeta returned his son's question with a sinister grin. "Yes. There will be glorified proof and only the beginning of your mother's humiliation." Trunks exhaled slightly by his father's presence and of what he had said." Vegeta retorted with a snide remark. "Invite the others so they may witness my victory." His hybrid son had no choice but to do as he was asked even though he was going to invite them along in the first place. After all he could only imagine how they had felt experiencing the dinner fiasco.
"Krillin… Gohan… Piccolo… Tien… Chiaotzu… Yamcha… he accidentally said their names slowly of what seemed to be like in a condescending tone due to his father's influence, "You  guys can come too if you want." Piccolo, gripped his fist showing tiny sparks for how he was addressed by Trunks. He nodded growing tired of the whole conversation and wanting to get the hell away from the two women. "I might as well. I want to see some proof for myself, but watch how you address me next time." He warned with his eyes set on the youth. "Right." Trunks sighed and was glad he had avoided a confrontation with the namek. Vegeta ridiculed his son without saying a word for his eyes alone told Trunks he was not pleased. Trunks was a strong warrior and could act so docile in the blink of an eye. It must be the combination of inferior human blood constantly battling with the superiority of saiyan blood. "Let's go before I change my mind."  Gohan not having said much from everyone else's rants and  fearing he would put himself in the line of fire with his mom glanced at his dad full of awe. "Okay, but do you have a place in mind dad?" Goku smiled at his son. "Of course I do. Everyone who is coming touch me," he placed his pointer and index finger to his forehead preparing to use his instant transmission. There was no way he was going to lose this bet. Food was to important and he had promised Vegeta that they would spar afterwards.
The ones whom were coming instantly vanished with him and appeared in a matter of seconds to an entire new world. Piccolo dreaded the fact that humans would have something to say about his green skin and long pointy ears. If they took any pictures he would break their cameras with a single glance. Tien felt awkward himself on account of his third eye. He was glad that Chiaotzu had decided to stay behind. It was one less worry off of his mind. Trunks recorded for prosperity waving his arm slowly so the camera from his watch could capture every angle. Gohan stood by Piccolo and picked up the scent of cooking coming from a house ahead. He was still hungry from before and now that his mother wasn't here watching his every move there was no excuse for him to have to be proper and dignified. He could chow down like his dad and repeat the same atrocious manners.
Goku eyed his surroundings for his instincts had taken him exactly where he wanted to go. The aroma from the food was making his mouth water. "Krillin why don't you knock on that door. That's where the food is at." Goku pointed to a simple house that seemed very inviting. "And don't dawdle." Vegeta issued a command to Krillin. "I want to get this over with." The sooner the video footage was captured of this typical human family the sooner he could get back and fight Goku. Krillin nearly tripped over his own feet being caught unaware by Vegeta's loud voice. "All right. Geez don't get us all spotted out here," He crept up on the steps, tiptoeing to the front of the house and knocked on the door. It was better that he were to introduce himself to the unsuspecting family rather than one of the aliens in case one of them were to accidentally cause damage to the wood. To his surprise a middle aged African American woman answered the door and greeted him. "Excuse me Ms, but we're weary travelers looking for some nourishment and a place to rest. If you would be so kind to.." Krillin greeted her in a polite manner hoping she wouldn't freak out at the sight of him or the others that were waiting impatiently for him on the lawn.

"Lord have mercy," Angus Klump threw her hands into the air. "Come in, come in all of you. We're about to have dinner." She signaled for them to follow her. Goku smiled as the rest of his team looked at him like he had two heads. Vegeta rose his eyebrow while following after Goku into the house. "Kakarrot exactly whose family are we going to be having dinner with?" Vegeta had a hunch the evening was going to be like none other. "Sherman Klump's family invited us to eat with them." Goku walked into the dinning room.  The saiyan prince stopped in his tracks and dropped his mouth open a bit knowing he would have to suffer through such a terrible ordeal. "Oh dear god." Vegeta groaned having heard of that movie from an outside source, one that he couldn't remember otherwise he would strangle the perpetrator.  He was not looking forward to this. "The things I do just to get even with that earth woman." He grumbled heading inside.

Around the table sat the Klump family ready to eat dinner. The portions were enormous and the family was interesting to say in the least. Yamcha saw that Trunks was recording every second and he starred at Tien wondering why he had come along?  Krillin starred especially at the father known as Cletus Klump whom had some colorful choice of words to greet his guests. "Who the hell are these people? What do you think we do run a food bank in this house? God damn Sherman, are these your friends?" Cletus Klump demanded some answers. "No daddy. I've never seen these fellows in my life." Sherman adjusted himself in his seat. "Then what the hell are they doing here and why the hell are they animated? It's like they came out of that damn TV or am I simply dreaming?" Cletus frowned in his seat and poured some gravy over his string beans and mashed potatoes.
Ernie Klump grinned at the new comers where as Ernie Jr. salted his food paying no attention, but to his dinner plate. Mrs. Klump waved her hands. "Cletus! Don't you dare say rude things to our guests. I don't care where they came from, but Mama taught me to always help those in need."  The grandmother starred at them and waved her finger at Cletus. "At least they better looking than you especially those strong young gentlemen," she batted her eyes at Goku and Vegeta. Vegeta cringed at her appearance and rose his hand ready to put her out of her misery. Goku held his hand down warning him that she was an innocent person. "Don't even think about it," he telepathically mentioned. Goku would protect the innocent by all costs no matter how crude or bizarre. He took his seat at the table over in one of the corners next to Vegeta whom couldn't keep his eyes and thoughts off the whole Klump family. "Geez how fat can earthlings get? Why the hell am I here? This is absurd. Curse my fighting instincts."
Goku reached over the table to get some green beans, corn on the cob, and rolls. "So um this stuff looks good." He kept his eye on Vegeta in case he tried to pull anything. Mother Klump brought in the final southern dish that was fried chicken. "Isn't this fabulous? All of the family and our guests gathered here at the table. Go on everyone find a place to sit and join us." She brought in more chairs that were in the garage in case the Klumps ever had a family reunion. Yamcha, Tien, and Piccolo sat at the other corner of the room across from the grandmother, but away from Cletus. Trunks and Gohan sat closer to Ernie Jr. where as Goku and Vegeta were close to Sherman and Eddie.
Goku was about to dig in when Cletus's voice sprung out of no where. "If you and your friends gonna eat at this table cause of my wife then suit yourself. Just don't get in my way or perform strange voodoo stuff on me." Cletus put more potatoes on his plate. "Um I won't." Goku reached for another plate being uneasy with Mr. Klump watching him. "If you did come from that damn TV then obviously you know that all they talk about is lose weight get in shape, get healthy. I know what healthy is. And I'll tell something else. I don't know why everyone is  trying to lose weight in the first place?" He mixed his gravy with his food and shoveled it into his mouth. Trunks spoke up. "It's their choice." Cletus frowned again now having his eyes set on the lavender long haired man. "No one asked you boy with freaky colored hair." Trunks retained his manners keeping his temper in check. That father Klump was something else. What was Goku thinking for coming here?
"Now you know what your problem is," Ernie Klump said to Sherman who couldn't help, but the stare at the strangers in the room. "You don't work out. You all fat. I'm all muscle. Look at them. They are all muscle too, but that one is green. That ain't right." Piccolo ignored the comment not wanting to touch any of the food that the Klumps were consuming. It was disgusting being in the household with a family who was morbidly obese except one member.  "Once your metabolism speeds up you can eat anything you want." Eddie grabbed some fried chicken and tossed it on Sherman's plate. "Go on knock yourself out."
Trunks kept recording making sure he got proper footage to show his mom. "Thanks for inviting us to dinner." His voice fell on deaf ears. Sherman turned to his brother putting the chicken back that Goku instantly grabbed and put in his mouth. "Recent studies are shown that certain people are genetically predisposed to gain weight. Someday in the future we may even find a cure." Sherman Klump explained to his brother. Cletus interrupted as it was one of his many talents. "The only thing you need to study is your ass." Vegeta's slanted eyes broadened like a deer caught in headlights. He had never ever in all of his life heard someone say a sentence like that.
"Did I just hear that Kakarrot?" His telepathic message was with Goku again. "Yep first time I ever heard that too. I wonder why he would say that? Try not to laugh or call attention yourself. I know it will be hard, but try." Goku's eyes flashed to Vegeta. "I can't promise you that. I have a feeling this night is only beginning. Boy do I want to silence him."
Cletus having no idea that Goku and Vegeta were telepathically speaking of him went on chattering on as if he had all night."I got a big ass, your mother got a big ass." Yamcha hid a chuckle as well as Gohan, but what they really wanted to do was burst out laughing. Tien shifted in his seat not believing what he had heard. Never in all his years did he witness a family telling each other that their butts were huge. Goku feeling uncomfortable with a wide eyed expression almost bit one of his nails. At least his team didn't talk like that and what made matters worse was he was beginning to catch the giggle fever. Holding his left hand over his mouth, his cheeks flushed a bit. Krillin rose one finger in the air ready to protest, but decided against it knowing it wouldn't do any good.  Piccolo was annoyed keeping his thoughts to himself shaking his head from left to right. Was he seriously witnessing this conversation? What crude earthlings these humans were.
Trunks starred directly at the table only looking up a few times to regain eye contact with his team. He tapped his fingers at the table hoping to cause a bit of a distraction from the crude conversation. Gohan watched the fingers of his friend tap and seemed to be mesmerized by each movement. He bit his lower lip hoping not to burst out in giggles. Vegeta remained calm as one could be wanting desperately to choke off Cletus's air supply so he couldn't say anything else out of that vulgar mouth of his. Instead the saiyan prince merely starred at Goku not sure he could contain himself from being physical. He would have to  constrain himself from leveling the house and the people with one blast or else Goku hero to all humanity would have to put him in line in more ways than one. "Aw this sucks," he muttered under his breath gripping both of his white gloved hands in front of him.

Angus Klump waved her right hand downwards at her husband trying to get him to stop talking. "Cletus!" He turned to her. "You do have a big ass. I tell you asses are big in our family and you need to get used to that. I don't care what diet you go on. You can go sew up your stomach and your ass all you want. You will always be fat." Cletus stated bluntly. Sherman debated his father's opinion with scientific facts. "Daddy all I'm trying to say is scientific breakthroughs are occurring all the time." Ernie interrupted before Sherman could finish his speech. "The only thing that is about to break through is your ass about to break through  the seat of your pants."
Tien nudged his friend with his elbow hoping he would settle down. Instead Yamcha stood up. "That's a good one." He tried to fit into the conversation and received an awkward glance from Goku. "So thank you for inviting us to your home and to this meal, but we really ought to be going." Once again none of the Klumps heard him.
Angus was engaged in a conversation with her family. "You know Sherman. I think I  do remember hearing something on TV about colon cleansing. They say everyone should have one. I'm thinking about getting me an appointment and getting my colon cleansed thoroughly." All of the dragon ball z warriors couldn't move a muscle until after a few seconds passed by. What kind of family dinner was this? "Vegeta, Piccolo what is colon cleansing?" Goku asked his friends out of curiosity. "Uh…" The saiyan was speechless and didn't know how to answer. Piccolo sweat dropped and groaned wishing he was back at home. "It's a… I'm not going to answer that." Vegeta protested crossing both of his arms and pouted at the same time.
Cletus's gruff voice directed at his wife from what seemed like the dark bowels of a practical joke pierced the prince's ears. "You want your colon cleansed? I'm going to clean mine."  From whatever had died in Cletus, a strong stench filtered the room going straight to everyone's nose. "Oh man…" Trunks waved his hand around trying to get rid of the smell. Gohan did the same. "I wasn't expecting him to do that. Foul." Piccolo growled under his breath. "Disgusting human." Cletus ignored the comments and shared his bit with his family. "Now I'm talking squeaky clean."
Goku couldn't eat anymore and it was an unusual site for him to lose his appetite. "Oh… I have an idea now." He coughed and failed at his attempt not to laugh flustered that he and Yamcha were laughing their heads off like Ernie Jr.  "This is downright disgusting." Instantly Vegeta bent a fork that broke in half. He was not going to stand for this any longer. "That does it. I will not stand for this mockery." His power level made the table vibrate. Cletus hollered at his family thinking they were having an earthquake. "I'm going to do what I want to do at this table. Case in point."  He ripped another one that made Krillin topple over in his chair. "Hey!  Excuse me  but…" Grandmother Klump looked up from her plate that was toppling towards the edge of the table. "Who called my name?" Cletus grinned not caring that everyone else was suffering. "Yeah I'll call your name if it's…" Another fart erupted in his chair making the old kook laugh crudely.  She picked up her butter knife holding it between her fingers. " You making fun of me. I'll toss this between the crack of your ass."
Cletus was really enjoying himself not knowing the bizarre out of this world phenomenon was happening quickly. "You know I can go on all night." And again he farted one after the other right on cue, not stopping. Angus yelled at Cletus. " Cletus Klump I hope you fart till your asshole falls off." Ernie hollered with laughter, Sherman held his nose while eating, and Ernie Junior joined in on  the breaking wind chorus. Krillin hid under the table not being able to stand the smell any longer. "Goku…." his whines were heard from underneath.  "Yeah this was a great idea Goku." Yamcha held his sides from laughing so hard. "Yamcha knock it off!" Tien elbowed him in the ribs. Piccolo stood up from the table just before Yamcha fell in his lap. "Get a hold of yourself. It's sickening." Gohan hit the table constantly  with his fist trying to control himself.  Piccolo had to hold his arm down for him to get a grip. "This guy is a riot Mr. Piccolo."
Trunks held his left hand against his face covering the warmth that was rising in his cheeks. "Make him stop someone."  Vegeta gave Cletus the death glare ready to make a new crater in the neighborhood. "It will be my pleasure." Goku leaped out of his seat and stood behind Vegeta, his fit of jest now gone. "No Vegeta." Vegeta's right fisted arm shone off a bright light, his ki forming into a small ball and his blue aura flashing rapidly singeing the table as Sherman Klump tried to ponder the scientific explanation for the power he was witnessing. "No Kakarrot, I want to enjoy this."  Just when he was about to exact a death sentence upon the man, Cletus halted being oblivious of what was happening and for once he was shocked. "Oh see what you made me do?  God damn it I messed up my pants." He got up from the table holding both of his hands by his butt and left in a hurry, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
This unforunate spread of events was to much emotionally for the Prince of all Saiyans to handle. Never in his life did he experience such a crude human and he had thought he saw it all from fighting different forms of aliens, blowing up civilizations along with planets and even heaven forbid being inside the innards of Majin Buu.  This experience from Hell topped them all. "I didn't make him do that. That human weakling he…" Vegeta was left stoic, his power had diminished and without warning he fainted in Goku's muscular arms. "Ah!  I got him." Goku stood with an unconscious saiyan prince in his arms. Now he had to explain to the rest of the Klump family. "Ah turns out we won't be needing a place to stay after all. Thank you for dinner."  Pivoting on his left ankle, Goku turned facing the rest of his team. 'Meet me outside guys. Piccolo you know what to do." Krillin got the message and bowed to Angus. "Uh thank you for your hospitality." He couldn't get out of that place fast enough and either could Gohan and Yamcha whom left still giggling a bit. Trunks sighed with relief glad that he got the footage to show his mom and Chi Chi. Piccolo was the last to leave and just to be certain he gently knocked out each of them as well as Cletus after he came out of  from the bathroom. They would not remember a thing. Goku waited on the lawn and got the nod from Piccolo that he did what Goku told him to do. Shifting Vegeta closer in the crook of his arm and making sure everyone else was touching his shoulder, Goku rose his two fingers to perform the instant transmission to take them back home. Little did they know the Klump family had awoken and everyone else thought the whole thing was a dream except Sherman. "Oh my goodness they really were here." Sherman examined closely the one clue, the charred pieces of the edge of the dinning table. "Better keep this classified information to myself."

Back at Bulma's residence, the two woman were in shock from viewing the footage. Trunks ejected the file from the pc. "Looks like Goku and father win mom."  He observed Goku sitting on the couch next to his dazed father. Bulma took one glance at Vegeta whom seemed to be regaining his clearings. "Chi Chi I'm going to bed. I think I'm going to faint. You and the others can stay here tonight" She uttered. Vegeta leaned up and called to her. "Wear that maid outfit. You lost the bet." At least from coming back from such a nightmare, he would savor his victory. "Fine!" She left and came back wearing a French maid outfit. "There you go Prince Vegeta." She wanted to wring his neck. "You can go to bed now," he dismissed her away with his hand. "I'll look forward to bossing you around tomorrow." He smiled with satisfaction as Bulma huff and puffed in her room. Goku poked Chi Chi to get her attention. "Remember your bargain," Goku mused.  Chi Chi gave Goku a weird look and slipped into one of the guest rooms.
Krillin yawned looking at the clock. "Well that was fun. Huh guys?" Tien glanced from his spot on the ground. "Speak for yourself. At least Yamcha stopped laughing." Chiaotzu sympathized with his best friend. "I'm glad I didn't go. It was the best decision I ever made." Piccolo with his stern expression and crossed arms heard the scuffle of Yamcha's shoes from the kitchen. "He had more fun than all of us." The human flopped down on the ground with an icepack to his ribs. "My sides hurt so bad, but at least Vegeta didn't blow up the place."  Gohan chuckled and wiped his eye. "Yeah that would have been awful." Trunks placed both arms over his head. "Let's agree never to do that again." Goku put his hand over his head and laughed. "The girls learned their lesson. At least there was no harm done though some of you guys almost lost it." Vegeta smirked shifting his body to where he was more comfortable. "Next time he won't be so lucky. Kakarrot we'll spar tomorrow after you've had your fill." Goku grinned at his saiyan comrade and fell asleep with the others in that very room. He had gotten more than be bargained for that dreadful night and would be looking forward to a typical day sparring with Vegeta.