I don't own Dragon Ball Z, or Truth or Dare for that matter. Hope you enjoy the fic!

Goten and Trunks could never have too much fun. As young kids, the word fun was defined by games of tag, sparring matches and games of hide-and-seek (or more, who-can-hide-their-power-levels-best). But having grown into teenagers, to occupy themselves they did things other teenagers did: sports, video games, and, of course, Truth or Dare.

This game in particular was one of their favourites, because the dares they chose were so creative and cruel. Neither of them was interested in picking Truth, because they knew just about everything about one another.

But after a while, even the dares got old, which meant the game was doomed…or so they thought. The two of them realized at the same moment what had to be done to prevent this horrible tragedy from taking place, and that was to gather more people.

How they did it remained a mystery, but at one of their family get-togethers, they managed to round up both their fathers, Gohan, and Bulma to play a big game of Truth or Dare. Goku didn't even know what it was, but it seemed like Gohan had heard of it in his high school, and Bulma had explained the game to Vegeta before they all started.

So, there they were, six people sitting on the sofas in the Brief's family room. When Bulma asked who would start, Trunks insisted he be the first to pop the question.

"Gohan, truth or dare?"

Trunks' smirk was not promising, so Gohan chose the "safest" bet, and went with Truth.

"Hm…" Trunks began, "How far have you gotten with Videl?"

Bulma, Gohan and Goten all gasped in unison. Vegeta simply rolled his eyes, and Goku wasn't sure what the big deal was. Like, if you're asking how far someone has gone, you're talking mathematical distance, right?

Gohan's face was now a bright red. "Trunks, do I have to say it in front of…them?"

"You can whisper it to me if you want!" Gohan willingly obliged, as the alternative would've lead to disaster. Trunks jaw dropped at his answer, and Goten was trying to listen in with wide eyes of interest. The purple haired boy eventually let him know, and just like his friend, Goten's jaw dropped too.

But now it was Gohan's turn to ask someone the question of the evening. "Bulma, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Gohan was not familiar with the game, but when he started going to school, he heard a few of the kids playing, so he chose one of their dares. "I dare you…to eat salt straight."

Trunks scrutinized, "That's lame!" and then whispered in the older teen's ear some ideas for a dare.

"I'm not asking that!"

"Then I will! Mom, I dare you to prank call Master Roshi…and sweet talk him!"

Bulma crossed her arms. "That's disgusting."

Goku sent her a smirk. "That's 'Truth or Dare.'" Then, the Saiyan paused. "Wait, I have an even better idea! We could not only make this a dare, but a way to repay a debt I haven't lived up to yet!"

Vegeta sent his rival a deathly scowl. "Are you referring to the old Supreme Kai?" he demanded.

"Eheh… Yes, I am! Now just wait a sec while I get a hold of him!"

Using telepathy, it wasn't difficult, and when Goku said he had Bulma on the line, the old Kai was more than willing to say hello.

Only Goku and Bulma could hear both sides of the conversation, the other four were only able to listen to what Bulma said. For the children's sake, she tried to keep it PG-13 at most. "Hey there, this is Bulma… Yeah, I'm that blue-haired babe Goku told you about… So, uh, what are you wearing?"

That had Goten and Trunks laughing their heads off. But if they all didn't know better, they'd think steam was escaping Vegeta's ears, and it was obvious that he was close to losing it and walking out. Gohan signalled to Bulma that she might want to end the conversation, so she finished with, "Well, it was nice to finally meet you. You sound like a…well-dressed fellow…"

It was quite a relief that Bulma's dare was over, but now she didn't plan on going easy on anyone. "Goku! Truth or dare?"

Goku shrugged. "I guess I'll pick dare!"

Bulma grinned evilly. "Fuse with Gohan."

"What? But he'll do it incorrectly if I don't properly teach him! It won't turn out right!"

Goten cheered, "That's the point, Dad!"

Bulma added sympathetically, "I'll give you three minutes to teach him, but that's it! And the timer starts…now!"

Goku and his eldest son dashed into the next room, and the remaining four were left waiting in anticipation to see what they'd look like when they screwed up. The best part was that the two of them had to remain fused for the next half hour, whether it turned out well or not!

"Time's up!" Bulma yelled, staring into her watch.

"Can't we have a few more minutes?"

Vegeta piped in, obviously anxious to see Kakarot and his excuse-of-a-warrior son screw up. "It's done Kakarot, get over here now!"

When Gohan came back, he was obviously a little sulky, but Goten reminded them it only would last for half an hour. So, balancing their powers and getting into position, the father-son duo reluctantly completed the dance while yelling, "FUSION-HA!"

The result went as expected, yet it still had everyone laughing their heads off—even Vegeta. Before them stood a tub of lard wearing a blue gi with an orange belt and gloves to match. The creation's hair was an absolute disaster and made them look as though they were caught in a hurricane. Everyone—except the fusion of Goku and Gohan—could not stop their hysterical laughter. "Hey, not funny!" Although they were being serious, their voice came out squeaky and clown-like. Needless to say, that did not help their situation.

After about another minute of wild cackles, Bulma was finally able to speak. "So, what can we call you?"

"Gokan? Gohu?" Trunks offered. The laughter in the room erupted once again.

So, the group decided on Gokan. The moment it was finalized, Gokan grimaced and muttered, "I can't believe I have another half hour of this… You're all cruel!"

At that, the game moved on. "Goten, Truth or Dare?"

Goten giggled at the demented sound of Gokan's voice, but soon proceeded to choose Dare.

"Well, if Bulma's okay with it, I dare you to choose someone to put makeup on you—blindfolded!"

An involuntary urk released from Goten's throat. Bulma said she was fine with them using her makeup for the dare. "Bulma, I pick you, because you have the most experience with that stuff…"

So, a blindfold was placed over her eyes, and in front of her were things like eye shadow, lipstick, blush, and mascara. She picked up the blush and went for his check, but dabbed his nose instead. Goten nervously glanced to Trunks, who was on the verge of cracking up. This slight movement was a terrible idea, because Bulma accidently swiped a streak of eye shadow all the way across his forehead. "How long is this going to last, guys?"

Gokan answered, "Let's say, until you use each item at least once."

Unfortunately for Goten, the worst ones were left to the last. Bulma grabbed her mascara stick and tried to place it where she thought his eyes would be, but ended up brushing his cheekbone, leaving long lines of black along the left side of his face. Finally, the lipstick. Knowing she screwed up on the mascara, she made an effort to estimate where his mouth would be, but with a blindfold, of course her attempts were in vain. A long streak of deep red painted his chin.

The moment Bulma's blindfold was off, she analyzed her creation. "Oh my gosh, it's horrible!"

Goten didn't even want to see. He simply sat where he was and stared down at his knees in embarrassment. Before anyone really had the chance to bother him more about it, he hurriedly said, "Trunks! Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" In all honesty, Trunks wasn't too worried about what Goten would come up with. He didn't possess the devilish creativity that the purple-haired boy did.

The dare wasn't all that bad, but it was rather amusing. He was instructed to stand up in front of everyone there and recite a commercial. Of course, there was only one advertisement that could possibly suffice: The Old Spice commercial.

Trying to deepen his voice to sound manly, Trunks scanned his audience and once his eyes landed upon his mother, he began. "Hello, lady. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back to your man. Now back to me. Fortunately, he isn't me, because that would be disgusting. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he's me. Look down, back up, you're on a COUCH across from the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand? Back to me." At that moment, Trunks grabbed the first thing he saw on the coffee table in front of him. "I have it; it's a drink coaster from that store you love. Look again," he began, dropping the coaster, "the coaster is now on the floor. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady." Boom. "I'm a Super Saiyan."

Upon concluding his monologue, Bulma (who was laughing fairly hard), Gokan and Goten all gave him a round of applause. Vegeta rolled his eyes, but behind his mask of annoyance, amusement could be detected. Trunks took a bow and sat back down. He questioned, "Who hasn't been asked yet?"

"I think Vegeta's the last one," Bulma confirmed.

Vegeta grimaced. He hoped he would go unnoticed throughout the silly game, and after seeing what everyone else had done he wasn't sure what was worse: If he didn't participate, that would be cowardly. Then again, if he went along with it all, he could find himself in a rather embarrassing situation. He did not want to end up in a failed fusion or with makeup all over his face.

Despite his dilemma, the Saiyan Prince decided to accept whatever Truth or Dare might be thrown at him. "Fine. I choose Dare."

The moment that evil grin passed his son's face, Vegeta was second guessing his decision to take part in this. Of course, now it was too late. His fate was sealed.

And what a cruel fate it was.

"Dad," Trunks began, pausing for dramatic effect, "I dare you… to go to the store, and buy Mom two packs of tampons!"

Vegeta's eyes went wide, and everyone else in the room cracked up. No, this can't be. I will not lower myself to this…garbage! I am the Saiyan Prince! I am Vegeta!

And, apparently, he was also leaving to buy his wife tampons. Bulma jokingly nudged him. "Well, get going, honey!"

If he was going to do this, it must be quick. He could've fought back more, but that would deem him a coward. Then again, having to buy his wife her female hygiene products was making him less of a man in general, wasn't it? Virtually, it was a no-win situation for Vegeta.

But, even if he wouldn't get anything out of it, the woman would, so that finalized his decision. The deal was that Trunks would follow him to the store and then watch as he went up to the cash register and paid the worker. Everyone else would stay at the Brief's house until they came back.

Little Vegeta knew, Trunks hadn't left the house empty-handed. Contained in his pocket was his digital camera, and he wasn't simply taking photos; it was a full video. Maybe not Youtube worthy…but still hilarious!

The two of them quickly made their way home. By the time they got there, Goku and Gohan were separated, and when Vegeta presented the tampons, everyone burst into cheers. Well, everyone except Bulma, who simply stared at the box absentmindedly with a small frown. What's there to be upset about? Trunks thought. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Snapping back to reality, Bulma's frown became a wide grin.

"He got the wrong brand."

What'd you think? Kind of sucks? Well, if you've managed to make it this far, you might as well review, right? :D I actually had to go on the net to research all these different Dares to give the characters. If you like it, send me a review, because I might continue with different games and stuff. If you don't like it, send me a review tell me what was wrong; I'm always open to making edits! :)

Thanks for reading!