Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Worcestershire ❯ Darn recipes! ( Chapter 3 )

This chapter's a bit long.

%%%%%%%%

Half an hour later, Trunks heard crying in the yard. He ran out to see his best friend leaning against the antlers of an unconscious stag. All four of its legs were broken.

"No, no, no," sobbed the young Son. His chubby little fists pressed against his eyes. "I can't do it. I just can't do it."

"Do what Goten?" asked his concerned buddy.

"Yeah, Son. What can't you do?"

Both boys jumped. Their fathers had returned earlier than expected -- and they had not even mixed the beef, yet.

Goten wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He ran to his father and was caught in a loving embrace. Goku picked up his youngest child. "What is it Goten? What are you and Trunks trying to do," he asked again.

"We were going to surprise you for Father's Day!" Trunks cried. "We wanted to make you hamburgers. I guess it's harder than we thought." The young Briefs looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. A gloved hand rested on his head.

Vegeta tilted his son to face him. "Explain," the Saiyan prince commanded.

"We needed some beef for the hamburgers…," the young prince pointed toward the waking heifers.

The two fighters observed the incapacitated ruminants. One cow was having a miserable time trying to stand. Since two of its legs were broken, it only succeeded in a lopsided stance. The other cow also tried to rise. Unfortunately, with four broken legs, it remained wallowing desperately in the grass. Both bovines mooed pitifully.

"…and I was to get it," interrupted Goten. "But I forgot what he wanted, so we got both lean and ground beef."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and snickered. Even Kakarrot bit his lip. The leaning and grounded beef continued their pained mooing.

"…and I was having a hard time trying to find the worst shire sauce because I had no idea…"

"…so I told him that I'll get him one. I knocked it out; but Daddy, I couldn't do it. I couldn't poke out its eyes!" Goten wailed afresh into his father's gi.

Goku looked at the crippled stag. By now, the animal was fully awake. The deer remained on its side and lazily chewed its cud. The knock Goten gave it had apparently depressed its pain receptors.

"Alright, Son. But why did you have to break all of its legs?"

"Trunks said he needed a still no-eyed deer," sniffled the little Son.

Trunks gave his friend a puzzled look but said nothing.

The two fathers exchanged glances; their lips pressed into thin lines. Vegeta coughed and gave his son a light pat on the head. Trunks beamed at the display of affection.

"Well Kakkarrott, let's snap their necks and have us a barbeque."

"Yippee!" Goku tossed his son into the air and caught him.

But lo, before the sacrifice could commence, Bulma and Chi-Chi returned. The ladies screamed at the sight of the tormented animals. After a quick explanation and discovering that Goten had not paid for the cattle, the wives forced their husbands to feed the cows their precious senzu beans. There would be no thieving delinquents in either family. Since one deer was barely a morsel for four Saiyan appetites, they took pity on the creature and also gave it a bean.

As he watched them heal, Vegeta gave a wry smile. "Be glad that our boys have not learned to curse, Kakkarrot." He nodded toward the stag.*

"Huh?" Goku looked at the animals before them. Then he grinned in understanding. "I doubt if the senzu beans could re-attach that on the poor deer." He cackled at his unintentional pun.

Once healed, the cows were returned and the deer set free. Chi-Chi made a wonderful meal, and they all had a great time, including Gohan, who returned just in time to partake of the feast.

The End.

%%%%%

Did it give you the warm fuzzies?

Thanks for the reviews!

* What if Trunks had proclaimed, "still no f***ing idea?" Would Goten have gotten a stag with no eyes, no legs, and no genitals?