“Trunks!” Bulma shouted, walking into the garage.

“What?” Trunks asked, quickly hiding the vase behind his back.

“Uh-oh,” Goten said, dropping the baseball bat.

“What the heck happened?” Bulma demanded.

“Nothing,” Trunks said, brushing some of the glass and porcelain off to the side with his foot.

“Nothing?” Bulma shrieked.

“Bye,” Goten said.  He flew out through the open garage door and off to his home.

“Get back here!” Bulma screamed, but with no success.

“What in blazes is going on?” Vegita, grasping his head, asked.  He walked in from the house’s door to the garage.  “You are giving me a headache, Bulma!  And you have only been home for a minute!”

“Look what our son did!” Bulma shouted, pointing at the floor.

“What do I care?” Vegita asked, pulling some Tylenol from his pocket.

“These vases!  Look what he broke!”  Bulma was getting red in the face.

“For the love of all things better than Kakkorratt!” Vegita sighed.

“How could you let him do this?” Bulma asked.  “I was only at the hair-stylist’s for ten hours!”

“Calm down!” Vegita roared.  Bulma shut up, surprised by his unusual reaction.  “You left these vases in the garage for a reason, right?”  Before Bulma could say anything, Vegita continued.  He didn’t want to hear her excuse.  “They were all cracked.  You had them ready to be taken out to the trash.  You always let the boys play in the trash!”

“Huh?” Bulma asked, very confused.  “What?”

“I am right!” Vegita proudly stated.  He crossed his arms and smiled.  “You know I am!”

“Oh, my!” Bulma screamed.  “I forgot!  I am such a….”  She paused.  “Vegita won one of our arguments!  I must be crazy!”  She ran down the street, screaming.

“Stupid, stupid woman,” Vegita said, going inside to get some dinner.  It then hit him.  “Holy crap!  I won!  Yes!”  He did a little victory dance. 

“You okay?” Trunks asked Vegita.

“I won an argument!” Vegita excitedly explained.  Trunks fainted from the shock.

    About an hour later, Bulma, having walked the whole way, was at Chi-chi’s doorstep.  Bulma knocked hard, almost breaking the door.

“Hi, Bulma!” Chi-chi happily said, opening the door.

“Where is Goku?” Bulma demanded.  Chi-chi covered her ears.

“Why?” Goku’s wife nervously asked.

“I need him to beat the crap out of Vegita.”  Bulma was literally steaming.  Her eyes were red.

“What?” Chi-chi asked.  “Why?”

“Because he won our argument!” Bulma shouted.  Chi-chi took a few steps back in order to get a little farther away from Bulma’s voice.

“Oh, no!” Goten screamed, seeing Bulma in the doorway.  He shot out the back door.

“What is he so scared about?” Chi-chi asked.

“Get Goku.” Bulma slowly said.  “I need him to kill Vegita.”

    It then dawned on Chi-chi.  “Vegita won an argument?” Chi-chi loudly asked.

“Yes!” came the noisy reply.

“That’s it, Bulma!” Chi-chi said.  She went upstairs to get something.  Yet Bulma could still hear her.  “You have failed your duty as a crazy mother.  You have failed to control your alien husband.  You have failed to win an argument!”

“Uh-oh,” Bulma said.  Chi-chi walked back to the doorway.

“You are out of the Crazy Women Club!”  Chi-chi aimed her six-megaton nuclear rocket launcher at Bulma.

    About an hour later, six, quick, powerful explosions knocked Vegita’s second dinner off of the table.

“What the heck?” Vegita asked.  He went outside, through the front door.  His eyes went wide.

    Several parts of the city were in flames.  Smoke was everywhere.  All of the trees were knocked over, and huge cracks had formed in the ground.

“Help me, Vegita!” Bulma cried as she ran up the street.  She took cover behind Vegita.

“What the heck is going on?” Vegita demanded.  Then he saw Chi-chi.  “Holy Flying Pigs!”

“Get back here!” Chi-chi shouted as she slowly walked up the street.  She saw Vegita and ran up to the petrified Saiya-jin.  “And you, Vegita!  Winning an argument?”  Chi-chi began to beat the crap out of Vegita.  She kicked, punched, and shot him.

“There she is!” a voice shouted.  Chi-chi turned to see the mob.

“That is the rampaging lunatic!” another voice shouted.

“Obviously she still has her touch,” Bulma mumbled.

“Uh-oh,” Goku said, as he dove from the clouds to Chi-chi.  He picked her up and flew her away.

“I will never win an argument again,” Vegita promised.  “Especially with her around!”

“Thanks!” Bulma said.  “I don’t want to deal with that again!”

“I still can’t believe that I won!” Vegita said.

“Don’t make me call Chi-chi,” Bulma warned.

“Oh, no!” Vegita nervously said.  He was hiding in a tree.  “Not demon woman!”