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I don't know what he is or if Vegeta even has a last name. I'll call him Mr. Briefs for the sake of simplicity.




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It was an afternoon like everyone in the Briefs house. Vegeta sat in the kitchen exhausted from training and sipped a glass of ice-cold orange juice while Bulma made a sandwich and pondered an important math problem. As usual the door slammed at two o'clock and Trunks her little son came trudging home from school (not without having played extensively with Son Gohan) "Hello my darling" she greeted him enthusiastically and bravely in her sandwich. Vegeta didn't think of greeting Trunks - he didn't say goodbye either, why the riot for the few hours…. "Hello mom," Trunks replied obediently. She became puzzled. No yelling around for something to eat, no one asking him to do his homework, that was more than strange."Are you all right, angel?" she asked with as little curiosity as possible.


"Uh ... yes," he pushed around. Now she turned her full attention to him. "Trunks what's going on" she asked him straight ahead. Embarrassed, he pressed a piece of paper into her hand, which she read first questioningly, then with a broad grin and finally laughing out loud. Vegeta frowned at his wife but then drank the last sip of his orange juice without comment.


Bulma gave him the piece of paper with a snort and watched happily as Vegeta's expression changed from slight astonishment to immeasurable anger.




Dear Mr. and Mrs. Briefs




I am happy to announce that this year, to the delight of all of us, there will be another summer party organized by the school, to which we of course also cordially invite you.


This year, however, we are organizing a very special competition that we call bake, bake cakes and, for a change, the fathers of the children are supposed to prove themselves.Probably the best wins.




Thank you very much


Abandon class leader


Hunchback




Sequel follows......


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