Time to start my rewrite of Way of Life, in a Way… I read the first few chapters and noticed that they were short and sort of meh, so now I present the enhanced first chapter! Enjoy!

Entire story disclaimer: I own only OCs and made up places.

An Unforgettable Day

It was a beautiful morning. The birds were singing, and Vegeta had not woken up yet. He had the most wonderful dream, in it the birds were singing, and Vegeta had not woken up yet. He then woke up and set them aflame with a powerful flamethrower, laughing while watching-

Trunks woke him up with a kick to the back of the head. "Er...dad, you do know what day it is?" Trunks said.

"Uh, let's see?" Vegeta said drowsily. "How about, THE DAY MY SON WOKE ME UP WHEN I TRY TO SLEEP EARLY IN THE MORNING!" Vegeta threw the blankets over himself.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Oblivious," Trunks muttered under his breath.

Vegeta looked at him. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Trunks said, looking at the ceiling fan rotate. Vegeta, meanwhile, looked at the singing birds, considering making his dream a reality.

Meanwhile, Trunks continued to watch the fan, mesmerized by the turning. It was rotating slightly fast, a majestic sight. It was things like these that made him ponder the meaning of life, why they were the dominant species of the planet. In space, they were merely a small spec, what was out there? This fan… it had the answers, and he continued to stare in awe. He began to get dizzy watching it. Trunks took a step forwards and stepped on one of his father's slippers. Trunks flailed his arms out and smacked a lamp which fell and smashed on Vegeta's head. Vegeta fell out of the bed and hit his head on the bedside table. He was out cold for several minutes, muttering about strange things Trunks didn't know about at the moment.

When Vegeta woke up the world was spinning. He was as confused as Goku in a maze the size of Vegeta's bathtub.

Vegeta sat up. His vision was so blurred that some could have mistaken him for a drunk. They would not be far off, he had had a lot of alcohol last night.

He looked at Trunks. Vegeta staggered up. "How do you feel?" Trunks asked.

"Why are you asking me that, for I am King of Paraguay!" Vegeta said sloppily.

Trunks raised an eyebrow at this. "Riiiiiiiiight."

"DO NOT SPEAK TO YOUR KING IN THAT MANNER! I COMMAND IT!"

"Oh really? Well my lord, could you tell me where Paraguay is located?"

Vegeta blinked in response. He glanced nervously to both sides before pointing behind Trunks. "Look, it's Solid Snake!"

"Hey, keep me out of this!" Snake snapped. Vegeta grabbed a fire extinguisher that he kept beside his bed at all times, next to his flamethrower, and sprayed Trunks before leaping out the window, his pants catching on a loose nail that seemed to serve no purpose other than to further the plot.

Trunks spat out the substance. He went over to the window and saw Vegeta's pants dangling on the window. "On crap!" Trunks put his head in his hands before remembering something. "What are you doing in here?"

"Looting," Snake said before picking up Vegeta's piano and jumping out another window.

Vegeta had stolen a bed sheet for a cape and a crown from two stores and was prancing around in his boxers speaking the language that he thought they spoke in Paraguay: Russian. Do not ask how he knew Russian, seriously. Please don't make me answer that… People laughed and took pictures of the crazy man, until he began firing blasts of energy at the people and eating the cameras with a spork.

It was rather easy to find Vegeta. Follow the reign of terror, and, scarily enough, the tank tracks. What he found was not quite what Trunks had expected.

Vegeta had a sword and a machine gun. They were completely different weapons, and still are different. He had attached a throne to the top of a tank and tied strings to all of his toes, which went inside, to control it. Vegeta was shooting at the sky, claiming he was extending his empire. Trunks walked up to him, and Vegeta obviously heard. "You again? I thought I killed you!" Vegeta said.

"How is spraying with a fire extinguisher in the same category as death?" Trunks asked. Vegeta scoffed at this, claiming he had no time to answer such a simple question.

"YOU MUST DIE!" Vegeta turned the tank and fired at Trunks who ducked under the shell and gradually approached. Due to only having one shell, which exploded into ketchup, the tank could no longer fight. "On second thought, you aren't worth my time." Vegeta turned the tank and began to flee slowly. Trunks walked beside it.

"This isn't much of a chase," Trunks commented.

"You may think you have won, but BEHOLD!" Vegeta shifted the tank to the next gear. It moved slightly faster, and Trunks kept up.

"This isn't working you know."

"Beg all you want, it changes nothing! AHAHAHAHAAAA!" Trunks jammed a twig in the treads making the tank melt.

"That's an interesting effect…"

Vegeta jumped off the tank and faced Trunks. "Very well, I shall duel you!"

"When did I- Never mind, why not?"

Vegeta began running at Trunks but tripped on his "cape". "Stupid cape," Vegeta said, taking it off and throwing it at Trunks. Trunks blasted a hole through it. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. DIE!"

"NO!" But it was too late. Vegeta shot a beam which Trunks ducked under and it hit a building. The building caught on fire and five seconds later turned to dust. "What the- I don't think I even care anymore."

Vegeta began his assault on Trunks who sidestepped the barrage of energy. He turned to see the entire city destroyed as a result of Vegeta's blind shots… which he was still doing.

"The Para…Parawhatever win again! Next stop, San Francisco!" Vegeta said proudly, still firing, before Trunks smacked his skull with a boulder.

Trunks dragged him back to their house, ignoring Snake as he took the refrigerator, and put him on his own bed. It wasn't long before the Saiyan Prince awoke. "Dammit, my head… What happened?"

"Well, you hit your head making you think you were the King of Paraguay, and went through the city in your underwear wearing a crown, killed many, hijacked a tank that shot ketchup missiles, then you blew everything up."

"Oh well, what's done is done." Vegeta got up and began to brush his teeth. Trunks blinked.

"You do know what day it is, right?"

"Nope, care to enlighten me?"

"It's your anniversary."

Vegeta laughed. "Silly rabbit, my anniversary's in March!"

"It is March…"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA HA AHA HAHA HAAAAA… Someone kill me."