Wednesday, 1507 hours:

“Hey, mom!” Goten shouted, bursting through the front door.

“What is it?” Chi-chi asked, looking up from the sink. She was washing the dishes from Goku’s seventh post-lunch snack.

“Guess what!” Goten exclaimed.

“You got a good grade, today?” Chi-chi asked.

“Better!” Goten said.  “Next week at school we will be having a bake sale!”  The little boy’s face lit up.

“Did someone say food?” Goku asked, rushing into the kitchen.

“A bake sale!” Goten said.

“Food!” Goku called.  Goten and Goku danced out of the house, singing, “Food!  Wonderful food!  If you can’t eat a ton there is not enough!  Food!  A bake sale!”

“They need singing lessons,” Chi-chi thought, as she noticed a pink paper on the floor.  She bent down and picked it up.

“Dear parents of students at the school,” the paper read.  “Next week we will be having a bake sale.  Parents have randomly been paired together to bake.”  The writing was then Goten’s, no longer copy.  “Bulma and Chi-chi, desserts.”

“Oh, no,” chi-chi said.  “I don’t want the green-haired idiot to destroy my food!”

“You mean they want ME to cook?” Bulma asked Trunks.

“Yeah,” Trunks replied.  “Though I have no idea why…”

“Trunks!” Bulma snapped.

“I am going to Goten’s.”  Trunks flew out of the kitchen.

“So, I get to cook with Chi-chi,” Bulma thought.

“Did I just hear that you will be cooking for a bake sale?” Vegita asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yes,” Bulma, still confused, replied.

“I always knew that these would come in handy,” Vegita said.  He pulled giant yellow signs from behind his back.  They had the radioactive symbol painted on them.  “Make sure to put these on all of your food,” Vegita said.

“I am going to…” Bulma began.  The ringing phone stopped her.

“Bulma?” Chi-chi asked.

“Hi,” Bulma said.  “I am so excited about this bake sale!  Just a minute, I need to kill Vegita.”

“Wait!” Chi-chi said.  “I need to talk to him!”

“Uh, sure.”  The VERY confused Bulma handed Vegita the cordless phone.

“Hello?” Vegita angrily replied.

“Bulma tell you about the bake sale?” Chi-chi asked.

“Yes.  Now I am going to have nightmares,” Vegita said.

“I think we will need to use Plan B,” Chi-chi said.

“Bulma Hater’s plan B, or Anti-Toxic Food Club plan B?”  Vegita spoke as softly as possible, so that Bulma would not know what was going on.

“They are both the same,” Chi-chi reminded the Saiya-jin.

“Excellent idea!” Vegita exclaimed.

“Tell Bulma that we will get together to bake on Saturday.  Bye!  And thanks, Vegita.”  Chi-chi hung up.

“Here,” Vegita said, tossing Bulma the phone.  “The baking occurs on Saturday.”  The Saiya-jin walked off to train.

Saturday, 0800 hours:

“This could potentially be a nightmare,” Chi-chi thought.  She walked up to Bulma’s front door and pressed the button.

“Come on in!” Bulma called from the kitchen.

“Okay,” Chi-chi replied.  She opened the door and went inside.  Goku, carrying enough groceries to feed all of India for 600 years, followed his wife.

“Put the supplies on the table, Goku,” Bulma said.  She was wearing a giant yellow apron, which had burn marks and acid holes marring it.

“Sure,” Goku said, dropping the groceries on the table in the center of Bulma’s kitchen.

“Vegita is in the gravity room, training,” Bulma said.

“Thanks!” Goku happily replied.  He blurred away, in search of Vegita.

“Is Goten here?” Chi-chi asked Bulma.

“Yeah,” Bulma said.  “He came over early to train with Trunks.”

“If Vegita hurts him, I will…” Chi-chi had trouble restraining her false hatred of Vegita.

“So, we make desserts?” Bulma asked.

“Yeah!” Chi-chi, false enthusiasm all over her voice, replied.

“Vegita?” Goku asked, knocking on the door to the gravity room.

“Is that you, Kakkorratt?” Vegita asked.

“Yeah,” Goku said.

“Get in here!” Vegita ordered.  “These children are weak!”

“Okay!”  Goku walked into the training room.  Goten and Trunks were lying in a pile.  They were exhausted, thanks to Vegita.  Vegita was unharmed, and had his usual I-am-your-superior-do-as-I-say-or-feel-my-wrath look.

“Shall we spar?” Vegita asked.

“Sure,” Goku said.

“Just a second,” Vegita sighed.  He pushed the kids into the safety-ring, the area of the room where the enhanced gravity didn’t reach.  He walked over to the control panel on the far wall.

“I say, 7,000 times,” Goku said.

“Sure,” Vegita, really wanting the gravity stronger, replied.  He hit the buttons, whose circuits he had purposely fried earlier.  The machine made an unusual clicking sound.

“Hurry up!” Goku shouted.

“The dang thing is busted!” Vegita stated with fake surprise.  “I’ll go get Bulma.  You stay here and warm up.”  Vegita rushed out of the room.

“Okay,” Goku said.  He began to do some jumping jacks.

“Bulma!” Vegita roared, bursting into the kitchen.

“What?” Bulma demanded.  She was searching everywhere but the cookbookshelf for a recipe.

“Your gravity machine is busted!” Vegita shouted.

“Oh, just a second!”  Bulma reached behind her apron and pulled out a massive toolbox.

“Hurry up!” Vegita said, following Bulma to the gravity room.

“Okay, okay,” Bulma replied.  “What EXACTLY is wrong?” she asked, as they came to the room.

“The controls won’t work,” Vegita mumbled.

“This should go pretty fast,” Bulma said.  “Got tell Chi-chi that I will be just a minute.”

“Sure,” Vegita said.  As he turned around, he slammed the door to the gravity room shut.

“VEGITA!” Bulma shouted.

“I hope you like the floor,” Vegita replied.  He pulled a remote control from his armor and pressed a button.

“Vegita!” Bulma snapped.  The 10,000 times gravity slammed her and Goku to the ground.  “Don’t worry, it is not enough to kill you,” Vegita, not really sure if what he said was true, shouted.  “The worst that could happen is that the world will be rid of its two biggest morons,” Vegita mumbled.  He walked back to the kitchen.

“Hello?” Videl asked, knocking on the front door of Bulma and Vegita’s home.

“Hi,” Chi-chi said, opening the door.

“I heard about your plan on the website,” Videl explained.

“I came to make sure they stay in the gravity room,” Gohan said.  He led Pan into the house.

“Let’s get to work,” Chi-chi said.

“What are you doing here?” Vegita asked Gohan, as they passed in the hall.

“I am the door guard,” Gohan said.

“That website gets too many hits,” Vegita thought.  He continued on to the kitchen.

“So, shall we start our game?” Gohan asked, sitting down in front of the gravity room door.

“I don’t want to learn how to play chess,” Pan said.  “I am only three!”

“Well, just as good a time as any!” Gohan said.  He began to set up the game.

“Figures,” Vegita said, as he entered the kitchen.

“Just reinforcements,” Videl said.

“Where are Bulma’s aprons?” Chi-chi asked.

“HER aprons?  She has two!” Vegita explained.  “One is essentially a toxic waste dump!  Now, I have NICE aprons!”  The Saiya-jin walked over to a plain wall, and punched it.  A section loosened, and he pulled it out.

“YOU have aprons?” Videl asked.

“Don’t compromise the mission!” Chi-chi said.  “We are working against a clock!”

“Here!” Vegita called, tossing Chi-chi and Videl each a clean, white apron.  He pulled out a black one, and then put the wall back together.

“Hurry up!” Chi-chi said, having already put the apron on.  She was washing her hands in the sink.

“Okay,” Videl said.  She put on the apron and then went to wash her hands.

“Coming,” Vegita mumbled.  He put on his black apron.  It had red lightning bolts decorating it, and the words “I am god of the cooks, excuse my wife.”

“Nice apron, Vegita,” Chi-chi commented, looking up at the Saiya-jin.

“It is SO true!” Vegita proudly stated.  He walked over to the sink to wash up.

“What shall we make?” Videl asked, drying her hands with a nearby towel.

“Seventy-six layer triple chocolate fudge cake,” Chi-chi said.

“WHAT?” Vegita demanded.  “NO VANILLA DECORATIONS?”

“Well, the game is going great,” Gohan said.  “Bulma is trapped, Goku can’t access the food, and the boys can’t cause any mischief.  Isn’t life grand?”

“Checkmate,” Pan said.

“What?” Gohan asked.  “That is the twelfth time in the past two minutes!”

Saturday, 1600 hours

“I am going to beat the endangered life from Vegita’s inferior body!” Bulma proclaimed for the umpteenth time since they were locked in the gravity room eight hours ago.  She looked like trash, having been pinned to the floor for eight hours.

“Fine,” Goku sighed.

“So, are you guys having fun?” Trunks asked.  He was sitting in the safety zone with Goten.

“I am going to kill you, too!” Bulma snapped at her son.

“Quiet down in there!” Gohan shouted.

“So, brother, how many times has Pan beaten you?” Goten asked.

“Stupid 17,000,” Gohan mumbled.

“So, why are we stuck in here?” Trunks asked.

“Because they are baking,” Gohan stated.  He slapped his hand over his mouth.

“Vegita!” Bulma roared.  The room began to vibrate.

“We are done!” Videl exclaimed.  She joined Vegita and Chi-chi, who were standing about six feet away from the monstrous cake.

“It is beautiful,” Chi-chi said.

“Yes, it is,” Vegita commented.  “Well, we better go wash up.”

“Yeah,” chi-chi said.  “I look ugly covered in flour, sugar, salt, chocolate, and eggs.”

“Hey, that is the fault of Bulma’s mixer,” Vegita said.

“Gohan!” Videl called.  “We are done!”

“Help me, Vegita!” Gohan shouted.

“What the heck?” Vegita thought.  He then sensed the monstrous energy.  He rushed down to the gravity room.

“Help!” Gohan murmured.  He was holding the glowing door shut, barely.  The metal door was dented and melting.

“What the heck?” Vegita asked.

“I told Bulma that you were baking,” Gohan nervously said.

“Ordinarily, I would kill you,” Vegita explained.  “However, my cake is in danger.”

    The gravity room exploded.  Bulma stood where the door had been, glowing with red energy.  Goten and Trunks were standing behind her, and Goku behind them.

“Crap!” Vegita shouted.  He rushed to the kitchen.

“You baking moron!” Bulma shouted as she chased him.

“I am hungry!” Goku proclaimed.

“Are you thinking what I am thinking?” Trunks asked Goten.

“Mess time!” Goten shouted.

“No!” Vegita shouted, standing in front of the cake.

“Holy something!” Chi-chi shouted, as she and Videl dove to the ground.

“Vegita!” Bulma shouted.  She punched the Saiya-jin over the cake and into the wall.  She then blew the cake apart with a red blast.

    Goten, Trunks, and Goku dove into the mess, devouring it.  Vegita looked on, horrified.  Gohan and Pan rushed into the room, and saw the look on Vegita’s face.

“Bulma,” Vegita muttered.  He freed himself of the hole in the wall.  He walked over to his wife, getting close to her face.  “How the heck could you ruin my masterpiece?  You insignificant bug!  You are nothing!  I am going to kill you!  You destroyed my Baking!”

“Sorry,” Bulma quietly said.  However, it was too late.  Vegita already had the rolling pin out.