“What the Heck?” Vegeta screamed.  He dropped the coffee cup to its shattering death on the kitchen floor.

“What do you mean, honey?” a slightly startled Bulma asked.  She was slaving over the oven to make Vegeta’s breakfast.

“This coffee tastes like cow urine!” came the angry reply.

    After a moment of silence and staring, Bulma asked, “How do you know what cow urine tastes like?”

“That is beside the point!” Vegeta wailed.  “I want to know who tampered with my royal pick-me-up!”

“Good morning,” Trunks said as he strolled into the kitchen.

“Brat, what have you done?” Vegeta hollered.

“What do you mean?” Trunks asked.

“This coffee tastes like the urine of a hamburger machine!”

    Trunks lost his composure at the way his father put it.  He fell to the floor in a fit of laughter.

“Brat, why have you done this to me?” Vegeta demanded.

“Honey, how do you know what cow urine tastes like?” Bulma asked.

“Brat, answer me!” Vegeta screamed.

“April Fools times a trillion!” Trunks managed between laughs.

“Did you say April Fools?” Vegeta calmly asked.

“Yeah,” Trunks replied.

“At one point, this was the day that I lived for above all others.  And then acts like this, a betrayal by my own son, made me fear it.”  Vegeta marched out of the kitchen.

“How does he know what cow urine tastes like?” Bulma asked.

“Good one, Puar,” Yamcha mumbled as he tried to wipe the toothpaste out of his ears.

“It was, wasn’t it?” the cattish thingy said.

“That’s what I said,” Yamcha mumbled.

“You know, you really suck offensively.”

“I know.”

“And you really suck defensively.”

“I know.”

“But you are the best at being prey!” Puar exclaimed.

“Will you shut up?” Yamcha asked.

“No.  Maybe you can just put that toothpaste back in your ears.  Then you won’t have to listen to me proclaim my superiority.”

“I am so going to get you by day’s end,” Yamcha growled.

“Take your best shot, buck-o!” Puar taunted.  “You don’t stand a chance against me!”

“TRUNKS!!!”

“Holy mother of a mad cow!” Trunks shrieked.  “And not the one that I got the urine from!”

“What the Heck did you do?” Bulma asked her son.

“I didn’t do anything but the coffee!” Trunks explained.

“Don’t you be lying to me!” Bulma shouted.  "You have pushed your father over the edge!  Run to Goten’s, quick!”

    Trunks burst into Super Saiya-jin level ninety-seven and blasted off through the living room ceiling.

“One day, Vegeta is going to find out that his thirteen year-old son is stronger than him, and boy the world will have a headache,” Bulma said to herself.

“BOY!!!” Vegeta shrieked.  He stormed into the living room, his hair ablaze.  Smoke was pouring from his flaming head.

“Honey, what the Heck happened to you?” Bulma asked.

“THAT BRAT TURNED MY HAIR DRYER INTO A KAMI-EVIL FLAMETHROWER!” Vegeta boomed.  “First that stupid cow urine-flavored coffee, and now my hair dryer!”

“Honey, how do you know what cow urine tastes like?” Bulma asked.

    Vegeta blasted off through the hole made by Trunks, knowing perfectly well where his son was going.  The Prince transformed into the second stage of the Super Saiya-jin as he raced after Trunks.

“I feel like some SPAM,” Bulma said.  She wandered into the kitchen.

“Holy Kentucky-fried crap, Goten!  You have to help me!   My dad went nuts!  He thinks I pulled another prank on him!”

“Dear God, you showed him that you are five hundred quintillion times stronger than him?” Goten asked, noticing the transformation his best friend was in.

“No, I don’t know what happened!  All I did was put cow urine in his coffee!” Trunks wailed.

“Well, we better get my dad involved.”  Goten took in a deep breath, and prepared to call for his father.

“Don’t bother, I sense him coming,” Goku said as he walked into Goten’s room.  “Did you pull a prank on him Trunks?”

“No!” Trunks nervously said.

“Did you show him how much stronger you are than he is?” Goku asked, also noticing Trunks’ neon pink Afro, the signature of the ninety-seventh level of Super Saiya-jin.

“No!”

“Good, I was worried.  We can’t let him know about how strong we are.  Him and his cosmic-ego.”

“We should power down so that when he comes, he doesn’t find out,” Goten said.

“I really wish Vegeta lacked his ego.  Then we could just kill him without hearing him yap,” Goku said.  “Maybe one day we will be able to go Super Saiya-jin ninety-seven on him.”

“Yes, but until then, to save our sanity, we must endure it,” Trunks said.

“I am going to go fry me up a can ‘o’ SPAM,” Goku said.

“Man, Puar, do you feel that?  I think Vegeta is on a rampage!”

“Maybe Trunks pulled a prank on him,” Puar suggested.

“Maybe.  Maybe he found out that Trunks is able to go Super Saiya-jin level ninety-seven!”

“Nah, I can’t hear any whining,” Puar said.

“Good point.”

“TRUNKS!!!”   Vegeta burst into Goten’s room.

“Dear god, what did I do?” Trunks asked.

“You have done the unspeakable!” Vegeta screamed.  He let his golden aura fizzle out.

“Holy SPAM!  Vegeta’s bald!” Goten exclaimed.

“Holy SPAM!  I didn’t do that, dad!  I ain’t that non-smart, yonder your’n your’all!   I am eejukayteed enurff to noe nout to do that yonder kiend of stuph to ya’!” Trunks whimpered.

“Holy SPAM!  I like SPAM!” Goku said.  He rubbed his belly and smacked his lips.

“Boy, it is time you learned just how mighty the Final Flash is,” Vegeta growled.

“Hey, look!  There is something burnt onto your scalp!” Trunks said.

“What does it say, brat?” Vegeta demanded.

“Yamcha?” Goten said.

“Yamcha, talk to the videocamera!” Puar said.

“Puar, have you gone nuts?   I know you like April Fool’s Day, but videotaping me in the bathroom?”

“That isn’t why I am taping you, Yamcha.  I am not committing a prank.  I am recording the outcome of a prank that I…no, I mean you…have already committed.”

“What in the name of bloody lawn gnomes are you talking about?” an extremely perplexed Yamcha asked.

“YAMCHA!!!”

    Puar just grinned.