Goku, Chi-chi, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Piccolo, Vegita, Bulma, Yamcha, Tien, Krillin, Eighteen, and Chaozou were all there.  It was a small woodland area surrounding a big field.  It was a hot, dry July evening.  The sun was just going down.

“Hi!” Goku called.  He had just arrived and was carrying a two-ton box.

“Where have you been?” Chi-chi demanded.  “You are over an hour late for our picnic!”

“Kakkorratt, I am hungry, and it is your fault!” Vegita shouted.

 “Don’t worry,” Goku said.  “I think this should make up for it.”  He set the box down.

“What the heck is that?” Vegita asked.

“Is it dangerous?” Goten’s evil asked.

“I hope so!” Trunks exclaimed.

“Maybe it is something to shut you two up!” Piccolo growled.

“Well, I guess we can do it now,” Goku said.

“Do what?” Yamcha asked.

“Eat?” Vegita hoped.

“Oh, I am not hungry,” Goku said.

“Are you okay, dad?” Gohan asked.

“Some one must have hit him over the head on the way over,” Krillin muttered.

“Well, we should eat before we do anything,” Chi-chi said.  Goku had held the meal up for everyone.

“Incoming!” Goku shouted.  There was just enough time for everyone to duck, as the wildly flying rocket whizzed about.

“What in the heck is this?” Vegita asked.  He grabbed it, and brought it close to his face.

“Vegita…” Goku began.

“Shut up!” Vegita ordered.  He examined the rocket until it exploded in a shower of sparks.

“I warned you,” Goku said.  Vegita’s face was burnt.

“Why did you bring fireworks?” Gohan asked.

“I don’t know,” Goku replied.

“Fireworks?” Piccolo and Vegita asked in unison.

“Yeah, see?” Trunks asked.  He was holding a lit 50-inch shell in his hand, and it was pointed at Piccolo.  The Namekian screamed as the super-heated projectile flew from the tube and into his stomach.  Piccolo healed the gaping hole.

“I am going to kill you!” Piccolo shouted.

“You will have to get through me!” Vegita screamed, going SSJ2.  The two began to fight.  Vegita dove out of the brawl, and picked up a Roman Candle.  He lit it with a blast, and aimed it at Piccolo.  Well, he thought he did.  The flaming balls started flying at the Saiya-jin.  He dropped the weapon, which was pointed backwards, and ran.  Meanwhile, Piccolo had lit a box of mini-missiles.  He threw them at Vegita.  The screaming little missiles flew in all directions, forcing Vegita to lie on the ground.

“What the heck are you two morons doing?” Eighteen demanded.  A mini-missile hit her in the head.

    By now, Trunks and Goten had a whole mess of fireworks lit, but pointing in a direction other than up.  Everyone began to dance around as explosives raced at their feet.

    Gohan picked up a big one and looked it over.  He realized it was lit and threw it at Vegita.  It landed between the Prince’s legs, pointing at THAT.  Vegita looked across his back at the big one.  He jumped up, but was knocked back down by the still flying mini-missiles.

    Vegita jumped way up, screaming like a small girl, only louder.  He was smoking.

   Piccolo was laughing at Vegita, but he was also setting up a 60-inch rocket.  Once ready, he tied Chaozou to it and ran.  Tien cried as Chaoozu blew up high in the sky.  Tien began to throw smoke bombs at Piccolo.  Piccolo launched bottle-rockets at Tien.

    Vegita hit the ground with a thud.  He landed by an interesting explosive, “The Nuclear Winter.”

    The massive explosion knocked everyone back, and lit all of the rest of the fireworks.  Vegita ran as a small rocket chased him.  He finally got the sense to fly, but did so only to be hit by multiple shells.

    Krillin just stood there, using a Destructo-Disc as a shield for him and Eighteen.  Tien was on the ground screaming as all of the light overwhelmed his third eye.  Yamcha was catching fireworks and redirecting them at Vegita.  Bulma was getting revenge from Trunks and an army of rockets.  Goten and Gohan were locked in a sparkler fight, moving like sword-fighters.

“Quit!” Chi-chi shouted.  Everyone stopped to look at her.  “The whole forest is on fire!”

    The whole forest was on fire.  You couldn’t imagine how fast everyone left.  Well, everyone but Goku.  Somehow he had managed to avoid ever being hit.  He was sitting at the picnic table.  He had decided that a little food never hurt anyone.