The telephone rang.  Chi-chi dropped her cleaning supplies to answer it.

“Hello?” the easily enraged woman asked.

“Hello.” A calm voice said.  “This is the Unnamed Company out of First City.  I have a special deal to offer you…”

“Are you a telemarketer?” Chi-chi asked.

“No,” came the reply.  “Now, for $1,000, you can get a piece of crap and your name added to a million mailing lists…”

“This is telemarketer,” Chi-chi said.

“Uh…no?” the voice nervously replied.

“How dare you call trying to sell me something?  I had to stop cleaning to deal with your idiotic call!” Chi-chi roared.  A red aura exploded around her.  “I am going to hunt you down and tear out your vocal chords!”

“So, do you want to buy it?”

    Chi-chi slammed the phone down.  She picked it back up and dialed the code to retrieve the number of the telemarketer.  She got out a phone book to locate the address of the phone number.

“Off to kill a baka, I go!” Chi-chi sang.  She marched upstairs to gather some armaments.

    Bulma was reading a science magazine when the phone rang.  Without even checking her Caller Identification Unit, she answered it.

“Hello?” she said, never looking up from her magazine.

“Hello.  This is Unnamed Company out of First City.  I have a special deal to offer you.  For $1,000 you can get a year’s supply of a crappy thing, and be placed on a million mailing lists…”

“Uh…just a minute.”  Bulma put the phone on hold.  “Vegita!  I have a job for you!”

“What?” Vegita asked, walking up behind Bulma.  She handed him the phone.

“Hello?” Vegita grumbled.

“Oh.  You must be the man of the house.  This is Unnamed Company out of First City.  For $1,000…”

“Say your prayers and make your peace.  In five minutes your pathetic skull will be shoved up the butt of a elephant, and the rest of you will be welded to the front of my car.”  Vegita slammed the phone down.

    Goku was happily eating a dinner prepared by Videl.  Chi-chi had stormed off threatening to blow up a city, but Goku hadn’t eaten all day.

“This is so good!” Goku said with a mouthful of food.

“Thanks,” Videl said.

“Man, Gohan was lucky to get you!” Goku exclaimed.

    The phone rang.  Videl answered it.  She handed it to Goku.

“Who is it?” Goku asked, swallowing.

“Don’t know,” Videl said.

“Hello?” Goku happily said.

“Hello.  This is Unnamed Company out of First City.  I have a special deal to offer you.  For $1,000 you can get a year’s supply of something that tastes bad and is supposed to make you smarter, and be placed on a million mailing lists.  As a one time bonus, you can get a week of child counseling for free.  And if you agree within five minutes, we will give you a coupon for the best food in the world…”

    Goku was in SSJ3.  His eyes were red, and his veins almost leapt from his skin.  The golden sphere of energy that surrounded him was powerful enough to level a galaxy.

“How dare you?” Goku screamed.  “I can live with telemarketers, but you are worse than a telemarketer!  You implied I am dumb.  I am smarter than you!  You were stupid enough to call while I was eating!  My children are perfectly normal!  And they don’t make coupons for my wife’s cooking!  If you ever call back here, I will do every horrific thing that can possibly be thought of to your pathetic soul!”

“So…want to buy it?”  Goku was out the door.

    The telemarketer leaned back in his chair.  He had had a long day.  He sighed, and stood up to leave for the evening.

    Chi-chi burst through the ceiling, holding an atom-scrambler.  She was mad, and her power level was over a million.

“Uh…want to buy…?”

“Buy yourself a brain!” Chi-chi shouted.  She began to shoot at the man, who ran around in circles.

    Vegita burst into the building in SSJ2.  He had painted the Majin symbol on his forehead to signify his intentions.

“Final (Censored) Flash up the (censored)!”  He fired the beam at the telemarketer, who froze in fear.  A gold blur knocked the blast into the sky.

“Kakkorratt?” Vegita asked.

“Goku?” Chi-chi asked.

“Leave.  This will get very ugly,” Goku instructed his wife and friend.

“What?” Vegita shouted.

“He mad me mad.”  Goku glared at the telemarketer.  He smirked, and pointed up to the massive Spirit Bomb in the sky.

    Goku carried Chi-chi in his arms, and Vegita flew beside them.

“Man, Kakkorratt!  Who would have thought your Sprit Bomb would destroy such an evil force!”

“I did.  Man, I regret my actions now,” Goku said.  “Not so much the fact that I destroyed a city, but the fact that I didn’t torture that scum bag!”