As luck would have it, Son Goku and Vegeta (or I ;-)) were placed next to each other and, as the director's intuition would have it, also on the edge of the stage (to be on the safe side, you never know ^ _ ^) The stopwatch provided by the director was measured to the second. Cookbooks were also allowed so that it didn't get too difficult after all.


3 ……… ..2 ……… 1 ……… .. * PÄNG * with a huge bang the blank cartridge pistol tore the tense silence and the competition could begin.


"So how was that again," Vegeta mused, "eggs, butter and flour ... and uh, ah yes, separate the eggs and the white stuff hmmm." It was not for nothing that he had asked Mrs. Briefs with a bright red head to show him how to bake (Bulma was just shopping, otherwise he would not have survived this disgrace) He glanced inconspicuously over at Son Goku, who whistled happily and mixed everything in a bowl got the hand."Tell me," said Vegeta sarcastically, "don't you think that the cake tastes better without eggshells?"


Huh? "Son Goku scratched his head," Open the egg, "Vegeta snapped at him


"Oh yes of course, thank you old buddy," he said happily and crushed an egg and shell in his hand. With eyes the size of a plate, Vegeta watched as he let the liquid egg drip into the bowl. “It's much better that way, isn't it?” Son Goku asked with an innocent grin.


Vegeta, undecided whether he really meant this, abstained from commenting and turned back to his cake.


"So and now 9 dkg flour" read the prince and looked for the scale, which was covered by a bag of grated nuts.


He took a bowl, put it on the scales he had found in the meantime, poured flour on it and was annoyed that it wasn't exactly 9 dkg. He approached the bowl face-to-face and tried to remove the excess flour with a spoon."Hey Vegeta old buddy can you help me?", Son Goku asked and slapped him on the back with a swing, with the small side effect that Vegeta's head landed just as swingingly in the bowl of flour in front of him.






"Mom, don't you want to come down there slowly?" Trunks asked curiously. Bulma had stood on an armchair and was taking pictures wildly.


"Quiet my darling, this is a historic moment," she replied with a grin and continued to press the trigger on her camera like a madman.






"Say, are you crazy" shouted Vegeta, beside himself with anger, and hurled the sack with grated nuts in the direction of Son Goku, with the drawback that his plan didn't really work and he met another father who looked at first perplexed, but then with a man flying Patzen Butter answered.


Within a few seconds, a hot food battle broke out, occasionally accompanied by an energy beam and an explosion.

The shocked spectators withdrew from the firing range, the first graders cheered on their fathers and the sixth graders eagerly made bets. Within a few minutes, the stage was like a holey heap of junk and the fathers were like a horde of children fighting. * END NOW * all of a sudden the director shouted through her microphone and tried as best as possible to calm the crowd. The unbelievable happened…. The screaming actually stopped and suddenly it was as quiet as in her opening speech. "Well, the competition fell into the water," she stated matter-of-factly and glared at Vegeta and Son Goku. "But why my love", suddenly came a voice from behind and whispered something in her ear. Her face brightened and she nodded in agreement. "Dear Sir or Madam, as the" bake, bake cake "competition has been messed up for us, Prof. Abandon Hunchback and I have agreed on a new path to victory.Not the one who has the best cake, but the one whose oven is still the only one, has won. A murmur went through the crowd, there was actually one standing undamaged in the rubble fields. Whose was it? The director said, "As we have numbered the ovens with the same number as the ones the fathers wear around their necks, as a precaution, it shouldn't be a problem for us to find the winner this quiet idyll was disturbed, the clattering high-heeled shoes of the headmistress were on the way to the oven. "And the winner is number 21 ………………… Mr. Vegeta. "She called through the microphone, but was immediately interrupted by the loud cheering (sometimes boos) of the crowd. Mr. Abandon Hunchback went to the winner and hung a red ribbon with a small paper medal (a third grade creation) Again the headmistress took over the hand."We have come up with a very special prize so that everyone really likes it. After many phone calls (and bribes) we managed to get the winner, an interview with MR. SATAN and a victory photo of the two in tomorrow Daily newspaper is brought out. The people cheered and Vegeta had the feeling to be in one of his worst nightmares again. He stared speechlessly at the headmistress, who got it wrong and whispered to him, touched, that he didn't need to say thank you. She snapped herself Her microphone again, ended the summer party and opened the buffet. A few steps further Son Goku rolled himself over on the floor. "What's that to laugh about?" Vegeta snapped irritably. "Oh, nothing vegan, but please take me an autograph "Son Goku snorted and got another fit of laughter.


Furious, Vegeta stomped away and looked for his wife, who, when she saw him, did not try to laugh out loud as well.

Suddenly he saw a bunch of children running up to him and begging him to bring them an autograph from Mr. Satan.


"Please bring me an autograph?"


"Me too, please, please, please !!!"


"Trunks promised us, he said that they would love to do this," the children begged. Vegeta was now finally going to freak out:


"TRUNKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"




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