"FOOOOOOOOD!"

That was the chant our favorite two Demi-Saiyans flew down the stairs with. Instead of walking, they decided to fly, because according to them, walking would take years and years. They could already smell the scent of freshly cooked Noodles, Chicken, and Duck. Completing the journey down the stairs, they dashed into the kitchen, ready to be greeted with the sight of delicious food.

Instead, they were greeted by the sight of Goten's mother with her frying pan.

Trunks gulped.

"Um…Goten? Does this usually happen before you eat dinner?"

Goten gulped.

"Not usually…"

Out of the corner of his eye, Goten saw Goku and Gohan standing right beside him, looking as nervous as Trunks. They were all thinking the same thing: This can't be good…

Chichi sneered.

"OK," She began in a menacing tone, "As all of you know, earlier today, a truck pulled up to our house. It was a Vito's Noodles truck."

She began pacing back and forth in front of the boys.

"Inside of that truck was 2703 items of food. An amount of food that only someone in my demented family would order."

She stopped in front of Goku, and put the frying pan to his chin.

"Now, Goku. When I had left the house earlier today to go grocery shopping, what were you doing?"

Goku gulped. Even he knew better than to challenge his wife and her frying pan.

"I was watching the Food Channel."

Chichi sneered.

"For how long?"

Goku shook his head.

"For the whole time that you were out."

Chichi put on a menacing grin.

"We'll see about that!"

She moved on to Gohan, who had been trying to escape while she was talking to Goku.

"Oh, no you don't!"

She grabbed the back of his gi, and pulled him back. The boy shut his eyes.

"What do you wanna know?"

Chichi grinned again.

"What were you doing this morning, when Goten woke you up?"

Gohan opened his eyes.

"Well, I had came down to make sure he hadn't called Vegeta, and then I called Bulma."

"Oh, Really? Well, when I searched our call history, guess what?"

Gohan gulped.

"…What?"

"THERE WAS A CALL TO VITO'S NOODLES AT EXACTLY 6:04 THIS MORNING!"

That was obviously enough evidence for Chichi. Whack….Whack….WHACK!

Three times Chichi's frying pan came down. Three times Gohan blinked. For a second, it looked as if nothing happened to him.

Then he fell backwards, and hit the ground with a satisfying thump.

Of course, it was satisfying only if you weren't Gohan.

Trunks facepalmed.

Goten facepalmed.

Goku stared.

Chichi grinned at the rest of them.

"You thought I was going to let all of you off easy?"

All of the boys gulped. Chichi's punishments were always severe. Very severe. Even Trunks knew that.

The woman put her hand to her chin, thinking about a suitable punishment for the boys. She usually rated all of their foolishness on a scale of 1 to 10. This endeavor called for a…one.

Hundred.

This was the fifth time she had to come up with a punishment that was going to make them cry for the rest of the day, if you were implying by them, Goku. Of course, the only thing that made him happy was food.

That very thought gave her the perfect plan. Her face turned into a sneer. She knew that mayhem was going to erupt, but they had deserved it.

"Your punishment is going to be…no Dinner."

You couldn't have made more mayhem if you had blown up a bomb in a sea full of people. Goku went down on his knees, and started crying.

"PLEASE CHICHI! THIS IS THE WORST PUNISHMENT EVER! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO US! ANYTHING ELSE! I'M A GROWING MAN! I NEED TO EAT!"

Goten started crying too.

"PLEASE MOMMY! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTING ELSE! I LOVE YOU!"

Goku and Goten started running into walls, crashing through the furniture, even throwing chairs. They acted like it was the end of the world.

Gohan came to from fainting.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"You are not going to have dinner tonight." Chichi replied calmly.

Gohan fainted again.

The whole time, Trunks watched in amazement. Chichi noticed him, and sighed.

"You didn't do anything, so I guess I can't punish you. You can have dinner."

That just made the Son boys even more hysterical.

"WHY? WHY, CHICHI!"

The woman rolled her eyes. This called for drastic measures.

"Goku, Goten! Go to your rooms!"

Goten grumbled, and obliged.

Goku stopped to a mere whining, and stomped up the stairs, pouting.

Chichi sighed. Men. She would never understand them. One minute they save the world from some evil Android or Alien, and the next, they're crying because they can't have dinner. She glanced down at Gohan, who was still knocked out, drool coming out of the side of his mouth. She shook her head. Some things never change.