Vegeta and "little table set yourself!"




An evening at the Capsule Corporation:




“Bulma, how can you tell Trunks such crap!” Like every evening, Bulma had put little Trunks to bed and told him a fairy tale before he went to sleep. That evening she said, "Set the table!" selected for him. Vegeta, who happened to be walking past the nursery, stopped and listened. Then he couldn't help but comment. "Why crap? This is extremely instructive and is recommended by recognized educators for children of Trunks age!" Bulma defended herself.


"Pah, what nonsense! What is the boy supposed to learn from this story? There isn't even a decent fight and besides, the story is completely unrealistic! He's just stupid!" Vegeta was not deterred.


"Better do it then, Mr. Superfather!"


"Oh yes, papa, tell me a story!" Trunks got involved too.

"Nonsense, that's women stuff!"


"Oh, first spit big sounds and then pinch when things get serious! You're a coward, Vegeta!" Bulma knew exactly where to start with her companion to get her way.


"Please, please, papa!" Whined Trunks.


Vegeta didn't mind the whining of Trunks at all, but Bulma called him a coward that he couldn't let himself sit on.


"O.k., o.k.," he began, "there were three boys who should ..."


“Papa, what were the three of them called?” Trunks wanted to know exactly.


"It doesn't matter! So the three ..."


"Dad, it doesn't matter! How am I supposed to tell the three apart?"


"All right, the three are called Piccolo, Kakarott and Vegeta, so the three should ..."


"But that's not very imaginative!" nagged Bulma.


"Shut up, woman! This is my story, and so I can call the boys what I want! And now don't interrupt me!"So Piccolo, Kakarott and Vegeta should be for the wicked witch Chichi ... "


"Dad, I don't think that's good now! Why do you call the wicked witch Chichi?"


"Because the story should be realistic! So they were supposed to bring a goat to the mountains for the wicked witch Chichi, so that she could really fill her stomach again. Actually it was under the dignity of the three to take orders from the witch, but." Since they wanted to train in the mountains anyway, they took the cattle with them. While the three trained the cattle ate at least as much as Kakarott usually ate. When the three then delivered it to the witch Chichi in the evening, the stupid cattle pretended to be near would starve to death, and ... "


"Haha! I know that!" chuckled Trunks "You always pull the same scam with mom!"


“Oh, that's interesting!” Bulma glared at her companion.


"That's right, not at all, Bulma," Vegeta defended himself.

"But dad, almost every morning when mom is in the laboratory, you fly to MacDonalds, come back with about 50 Big Macs, plaster them and when mom comes back from the laboratory 2 hours later ....."


"Trunks, you're an old snitch! And besides, I want to tell you a fairy tale now and not discuss my eating habits. So the goat starved to death in front of Chichi and she was so angry that she showed Piccolo, Kakarott and Vegeta Not that the three of them had to accept that, but since Chichi was not only a wicked witch but also an old nagging aunt, they were happy to get away from her, so they slept outdoors at night and trained during the day. After half a day they noticed that nothing was going on without moss. No hot bath, just grilled over campfires, no BigMacs and the combat suits didn't change by themselves either. Kakarott didn't think it was that bad, but Vegeta in particular wanted to go to that Do not do without the luxury you are used to.So the three of them decided to split up and try their luck in town.


Kakarott found work with a carpenter and so he planed and hammered as much as he could. After a while he didn't feel like it anymore and in retrospect found the life with the witch Chichi not so bad after all. After all, he could always train there and didn't need to tidy up or cook his own food. So he quit to go to see her. As a small parting present, his boss taught him a new technique: the Tischlein-Deck-Dich attack! To do this he had to put down a table that the carpenter bequeathed to him and say "Little table set you!" call and the table was filled with delicious Hapa-Hapa. For Kakarott, of course, that was the top hammer. He grabbed the table and the mail went off. On the way he stopped again at a pint and spent the night there and thought about how he could get the evil Chichi to let him move in with her again.Since Kakarott has always been totally naive, he couldn't help but show his new technique in the pub. That was totally nuts! The landlord, Yamcha, was such a money-loving collar and while Kakarott slept at night, he swapped the table for another. When Kakarott came to Chichi's the next day to demonstrate his new technique, of course absolutely nothing happened! "You failure! You useless, do you mean you can end up with me with such cheap tricks? Just get out of it!" she barked at him and he pulled away totally ironed.


Piccolo spread out over a miller! But even he, the wimp, inexplicably wanted to go back to the wicked witch after a while and quit. he too received a new fighting technique as a parting present: the donkey stretch yourself attack! To do this, he had to take the donkey Kuririn, which his boss bequeathed him, around with him and when he said "Donkey stretch!" said to him, the donkey shit money without end ... "

"Vegeta, please don't use such expressions in front of the boy," Bulma admonished him.


"Ok, the donkey Moos pooped like nothing. As luck would have it, Piccolo stayed in the same pint as Kakarott and since he used his new technique when he wanted to pay the bill at the inn Yamcha, the landlord exchanged donkeys at night And just like Kakarott he could tear zero at Chichi with his cattle and pull it off again when folded.


Vegeta, on the other hand, passed the time with a turner. But over time he got bored and got excited to fight with the witch Chichi again and show her where the hammer is. He too learned a new technique as a parting present: the stick-out-of-the-bag attack! "


"Vegeta you are pretty good at her!" Remarked Bulma, blushing slightly.


“Yeah, it wasn't!” Vegeta grinned broadly.


"Dad, I don't understand that now! What does mom mean by that?" Trunks wanted to know.


"Um, so that's so ..." Vegeta presses, embarrassed, Trunks and Bulma looked at him curiously, Bulma in particular was curious to see how Vegeta wanted to get out of the act again.

"... well, I'll tell you another time, when you're old enough! Now let's continue with the story! So Vegeta learned the new technique, which consisted of opening a sack he got from his boss and "Cudgel out of the sack!" and then such a bludgeon jumped out of the sack and started beating like a madman. On the way to Chichi he intelligently does not make any stops in any pints, but wanted to go straight to the witch. On the way met First he was Kakarott, who was howling at him, and then Piccolo, who was also crying out. It was almost unbearable. So Vegeta decided to avenge his friends and moved with them to Yamcha’s pint the club out of the sack and after the beating had really hit everyone on the chopping board, Yamcha almost voluntarily moved the table and donkey out again, then the three of them moved back to Chichi and demonstrated the new techniques.She was not so enthusiastic about the stick-out-of-the-bag attack, especially since she was allergic to it! Man, did that give her a green-blue rash! But then she wasn't so bitchy anymore and the three of them could move in with her again. So, the end of the field! We're going to sleep now, Trunks! "Concluded Vegeta.


"But Dad, what became of the three?"


"Well, Piccolo somehow didn't find life in the open air so bad after all and moved out again. He then lived like a hermit at such waterfalls, where he could train and meditate in peace of mind. Kakarott, the wimp, stay with Chichi and let himself be bullied . "


"What about Vegeta?" Trunks wanted to know.


"He didn't last long with Chichi. He went out into the world, looked for a mate and had a son."


"Great story, papa! Will you tell me another one tomorrow?"


"Wait a minute! I wasn't finished yet! If Dende wants it that way, he'll immediately use the technique he learned back then, if his son doesn't sleep slowly and stops bothering him with questions!"

“Good night, papa!” Trunks understood, lowered his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.


Bulma and Vegeta left the nursery and went into the living room.


"Ah, so the story was more realistic?" Bulma wanted to know.


"Of course, Trunks could do something with the people and so he learns that it is always important to learn new techniques and that you shouldn't be ripped off by any guys and that you have to show it to bad witches .... "


"Yeah well, that's good. Trunks had fun doing it anyway. I think you should tell him another story tomorrow!"


"Pah, that's your business!"


"If you tell him another one tomorrow, you can take the stick out of the bag tonight ... you understand what I mean ...?"


"Then I don't want to be like that ........"




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