Vegeta's Halloween

“Trick or treat!” a group of kids chanted at the Brief’s house.

“Hmmmpphh!  More brats have come!” Vegeta growled as he stood up from the couch, having
been watching TV and grabbed the bag of chocolates beside him.  He answered the door and saw
five kids dressed in vampire costumes.  He took out five small Oh Henry bars and put them in
their bags.

“Hey mister!  These are small, can we have two?” a kid called out.

“Save some for the others, brat!” Vegeta snapped for he was impatient and he couldn’t stand kids
either.  Vegeta was about to go back inside but a kid grabbed his arm and looked up to him.

“Hey mister!  It’s Halloween, it’s a time of sharing and giving,” the kid whined.

“Look brat!  I don’t have anytime to deal with you!” he snapped again.  He took his arm from the
kid and as he was about to walk back inside, a kid stomped on his right foot.

“How dare you?!” Vegeta growled.  He raised his hand and a yellow aura surrounded him.  The
yellow aura was gathered on the palm of his hand, forming a yellow sphere of energy.  He aimed
for the kids, the kids just froze in fear.  Sweat ran down their faces, removing the white make-up.
“See you later, brats!” he chuckled maliciously as he blasted the kids to the next world.  Vegeta
went back inside.  He sat on the couch and resumed watching TV.

“Papa!  Papa!” his son Trunks cried as he stormed in the house, dressed as a little devil.  “Look
how much candy I have!” he cried, showing his bagful of chocolates and candies.  Trunks sat
beside him and began to eat his goodies.

“Now don’t eat too much, Trunks or you’ll have nightmares,” Bulma warned as she saw Trunks
gobble up the candies when she came in.  “Whew.  I can’t keep up with him anymore,” she sighed
as she went to the kitchen and got a glass of water.  She went back inside in the living room and
turned to her husband.

“Hey Vegeta, where did you get the decorations for the lawn?” she asked.

“The dead body parts scattered in the lawn almost look real Papa,” Trunks said, before giving his
father a chance to answer.

“Yeah, I’m impressed.  The tomato juice scattered on the lawn just looks like blood.  Now where
did you get those and the tomato juice, considering we don’t have any?” she asked again.

“Oh, just around the corner,” he chuckled.

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