Author's note Takes place after Buu was defeated. Like uh, during the time Majin Buu was being accepted into society? Oh, I rewrote this chapter cause of all these lil errors that bother me when I'm wide awake and not weary from lack of sleep.

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, never did never will. And I don't own krazy glue. Heh

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Chapter 1 The Brats!

After the celebrations of the long gone Kid Buu, things had gone down right boring for a certain couple of chibi's. (Around the Sons place, you know, some wide open space they always seem to have.)

"I'm bored." Goten stated dully.

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?" Trunks replied in the same manner.

"Ooo..lets go bother brother Gohan!" Goten's eyes got a bit wide as he said this. Trunks still was slumped.

"He's no fun anymore, and besides we already wrote on all his T – shirts "I love Videl", Trunks then snickered.

Yeap..even after all this time, Gohan was still shy about saying the "L" word. It was quiet funny when Gohan woke up one morning put on his clothes, went to school to find everyone muffling laughs at him.

Goten started to count his fingers of all the crap he and Trunks pulled.

"Pink die water balloons, replacing his toilet paper with that nasty rough one..I think we bother bro too much. And dad is no fun. Everything we tried on him he just laughs and scratches his head!"

Trunks snorted, "At least your dad doesn't make you train every time he sees you! Why do you think I keep coming over here so much!" Goten sat up.

"I know why." Goten looked rather gleeful.

"Why?" Trunks sat up, wanting to hear this.

"Cause' you love me!" Goten said with a huge smile. Trunks on the other hand, was horrified. "WHAT? NO!" Goten eyes started watering, clearly heart broken "You don't love me!"

"Hell no! You DON'T SAY (paused as if the word was a diseased piece of meat) ..Love.. BETWEEN WARRIORS!"

"What's a ..wo..worar?" Trunks let out an exasperated sigh.

"Nevermind."

Goten stood up and pulled something out of his pocket. "Hey KRAZY GLUE..wow kool."

Trunks looked at Goten, then to the bottle of glue several times. A large maniacal grin spread over his features.

"Goten, I know how we can spice things up around here! But first we need some more of that krazy glue!" (insert evil laugh)

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Vegeta. Saiyain prince. Capable of wiping out planets without breaking a sweat. You'd think he wouldn't take crap from anybody. As if.

"VEGETA! YOU BRAKE THIS ROOM JUST ONE MORE DAMN TIME YOU'LL BE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR A MONTH!" Bulma screeched. Can't blame her really. She may be a scientist, but after fixing the same bloody thing over and over again, it does grow tiring.

Vegeta stood there, mouth agape knowing if he said anything it would just get worst. Luckily he was in the spot between the house and GR and didn't have to worry about the hot sun. He's had over 7 years of experience after all.

Still standing there with his mouth half open as if the say something while staring at the 2 loves of his life. Bulma and the Gravity Room. He had once again blasted the machinery out in training. He didn't mean to, but hey just because he said that long speech that Goku was better than him, doesn't mean he should just stop training. Though Vegeta had forced his mouth from saying anything, he sure as hell didn't keep his thoughts in line.

That blasted woman! Me! The Prince of all Saiyans, has to endure that tongue lashing of hers every day! It's a wonder that brat and the second born spawn have any respect for me at all! HMM..speaking of which, where the hell are th- "ARE U EVEN LISTENING!"

"Yes." He sputtered automatically.

Bulma let out a low groan and grows still suddenly.After pulling out a pan out of her handy dandy utility belt, Vegeta's eyes went as large as saucers.

"Woman," He said cautiously, eyeing the pan. "You keep that thing away from me!" he attempted to run for it, but no amount of Saiyan speed can keep the wraith of an angry woman away. Glancing back, he saw the GR. The door is open? But I remember her slamming it? Oh well, better keep on running. He barely made inside when his skull met the under side of a large and hard pan.

"OW! DAMN IT ONNA! HIT ME ONE MORE TIME WITH THAT BLASTED PIECE OF –(pang) Bulma walked away satisfied toward the GR to begin the repairs. Vegeta just stood there rubbing several new bump "Blasted women, one of these days I'm going to blast every damn pan in this house to hell (pauses to reconsider the statement) HFIL!" (Heh. I used a lot of "blast")

He suddenly stops and hears some giggles. Chibi giggles. He slowly walked over to the couch and yanked up the pair by the back of their shirts. "And WHAT are you 2 laughing about? So, you think getting hit by a frying pan is funny, eh?" much to his surprise, or pride, however you look at it, both chibis looked more terrified than usual.

"What is your problem?" Vegeta knew they had done something.

"Dad! You didn't go back into the GR!" Trunks cried frantically.

"I would be if it wasn't broken, your mother is fixing it." He said putting them down and added suspicious glare for the final touch.

Though the brats should have been happy for not being punished, they both got hysterical. "WHAT!" was heard before it was muffled out by another spine chilling scream. It came from the gravity room.

The 3 Saiyans bolted to the GR. And the trio saw her. Bulma, her butt, bottom legs and hands stuck to the ground. Even though Bulma looked distressed, she spoke in an eerie soft tone. "Vegeta, would you please explain to me, why there is glue all OVER THE FLOOR!" the trio both fell back on their rumps. Receiving the death glare Vegeta picked up Trunks, put him upside down by his legs and shook him. He did the same with Goten. 4 enormous bottles of Krazy Glue fell out. Both were empty. Bulma continued to glare.

Vegeta started stuttering, "The ..THE BRATS! IT WAS THEM I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!"

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