Night of the Babysitters III
~*~Future Time~*~
Hmmmm, maybe I should go for a visit Goku's time, 19 year old
Trunks thought, I wonder how they're doing. Hopefully no threat
that hasn't happened here has developed there. "Mom? I'm
going to visit Goku and the others back in their timeline!"
Trunks called to his mother. Bulma
looked up from her work, "Alright honey, be back before
dinner." she called. Trunks smiled, he could stay there for
a year and still be back by dinner. The demi-sayjian climbed into
his time machine, set the coordaniates and pressed the button.
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~*~Present Time~*~
"Vegeta!" Bulma called the Sayjian Prince. "What
is it, woman?!" he growled. "Have you found a
babysitter for Trunks, Bra, and Goten yet?" Vegeta barked
out a harsh laugh, "You mean bratsitter? No one will take
care of them! They're monsters! Hahaha!" Bulma sighed
exasperated
and walked away, maybe Master Roshi will babysit again, it wasn't
that bad last time.... Suddenly a small ship appeared in
the sky, Bulma recognized it immediatly, it was Trunks's time
machine.
"Hey Trunks! What brings you here?" he waved. The time
machine landed and Mirai Trunks jumped out. "I just came to
visit. Is everything alright here?" he asked. Bulma was
about to answer when she got an idea, "Everythings fine,
'cept we can't find a babysitter for tonight." "A
babysitter for who?" Mirai Trunks asked, totally clueless.
Bulma laughed, "For you, your sister, and Goten. Trunks
sweatdropped, "I have a sister? Who's Goten?"
Bulma laughed even harder, "Oh, I almost forgot, you don't
have a sister in your timeline, and Goten was never born either!
Yes, you have a sister, Bra. And Goten is Goku's second son and your
best friend!" Trunks stood amazed. Bulma cut to the chase,
"Would you
babysit them? Since you're here?" she asked. Trunks
sweatdropped again, "Uh..I..." Bulma grinned,
"Good! We leave at 5, and will be home around 11, they
should be in bed by 9."
"Mom?" 8-year old Trunks bounced towards his mother.
"What is it?" Bulma asked her son. "Who's out
babysitter?" he demanded. Future Trunks sweatdropped, again.
"He is." answered Bulma, still laughing. Trunks stared
at Mirai Trunks. "Who is he?" he asked Bulma.
"He's you! In the future!" Bulma exclaimed. Trunks and
Future Trunks stared at each other some more. Then Trunks rushed
off to find Goten. Mirai Trunks watched as his younger self ran
off, "I can't believe I came back in time to
babysit myself." he mumbled.
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"Be good! And I mean it!" Bulma told Trunks, Goten and
Bra. Vegeta snickered, "Have a good time, brats!"
Future Trunks sweatdropped. "Is he really you, Trunks?"
Goten asked Trunks. "That's what my mom said." the
8-year old demi-sayjian replied. "I want speggetii for
dinner!" Bra demanded. Mirai Trunks tried to smile,
"Would you like to make dinner with me, then?" he asked
her, totally unaware of what the three kids had planned for him.
So while Bra kept Future Trunks busy in the kitchen, Trunks and
Goten retreated to Trunks's room.
"We get to be bad for you!" chirped Goten gleefully.
"The other me! The me from the future!" corrected
Trunks. "Whatever. So what do we do tonight?" asked
Goten. "How 'bout just all around chaos? He's going back to
the future after this anyway!" Trunks bounced on his bed.
Goten grinned, "Great, we haven't done that since
Mr.Sataan!" Trunks laughed, "I remember that one!"
Trunks went to get some supplies, then said, "This is
Mission Babysitter, do you accept, Agent Goten? Our mission is to
make the babysitter have the worst time ever!"
"Yeah!" Goten grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses and a
walkie-talkie.
Trunks and Goten hid in the hallway, watching Mirai Trunks and
Bra work on dinner. "Hey! We can pull the Gotenks one of
him! He doesn't know we can fuse, does he? He didn't even know
about me!" Goten suggested. Trunks considered this,
"Yeah, but I'm not like Yajirobe, this future me
would probably fight us." "Darnit...we can still do it,
and if he fights us and is alot stronger than us, we'll just have
Bra tell him it's us. 'Sides we can probably hold him out for 30
minutes." "Maybe." answered Trunks.
"Dinner!" chirped Bra, then in a low whisper,
"What are we doing this time?" Trunks smiled, "The
works." His little sister mimicked his devious grin and
rushed off to set the table. At dinner, Future Trunks found a
real, live, worm in his speggetii. While their babysitter went
off to the bathroom, the three mischieveous demi-sayjians
discussed their plans and debated the Gotenks issue. The
speggetii was good for once!
Bra helped Mirai Trunks wash the dishes. Mirai Trunks's sword was
lying on the couch because Trunks didn't want to 'scare' Bra.
Goten grabbed the sword and they ran into Trunks's room. They
buried the sword under a pile of not-so-clean laundry. (in
Trunks's room) "Let's go."
Goten placed a note where the sword used to be, while Trunks set
everything up elsewhere in the house. Then Goten took over
keeping Future Trunks busy and Bra placed the rest of the notes
where they belonged. "What's ya favorite color?" Goten
asked, annoyingly. "What's your favorite animal?" The
7-year old demi-sayjian droned on and on with stupid questions
while Mirai Trunks sweatdropped over and over again. Then when
Trunks gave the signal, Goten asked, "Where's yer
sword?" Mirai Trunks led Goten to the couch where the sword was.
The older Trunks grabbed the note and Goten flew off to the
safety of the upstairs, giggling. Future Trunks
read the note:
We tooked yer sword
Ha, ha, ha
And we ain't gonna tell you
It's in the laundry ward!
Mirai Trunks tried his best not to be mad, but he had never
babysitter before. The warrior from the future went to the
laundry room. As soon as he opened the door to the laundry room,
a paint bucket of green paint splashed all over him, making him a
very unattractive color. "ARRRGGGGGG!!" Trunks was not
happy, "I cannot believe I'm doing this." he muttered.
Trunks, Bra, and Goten heard the satisfying splash of the paint
and rushed off. Future Trunks searched through the laundry room
and found another note:
You're angry and green
We still have yur prize
If u look in moms bathroome
It mightt be seen
Mirai Trunks sighed, this was going to be a long night. He went
to the master bathroom. The place stunk of perfumes and soap,
Trunks watched out for booby traps. He checked in the closet, *poof*
A bucket of feather fell on him and sticks to him for he was
still
covered in paint. Sighing Trunks picked up the note that fell
with the feathers..
Hello Mr.Green Feathers
How's it goin'
Swoord's still with us
Been checkin' the weather?
What? Weather? Mirai Trunks was confused for the moment.
Weather....the television! They can't put a booby trap in the
TV..could they? The green demi-sayjian covered in feathers headed
back towards the living room. There was a note taped to the TV,
cautiously Trunks flew towards the TV and snatched the note. Yes!
No trick this time! ZAAPPPP!! Bra giggled, Goten had fired a
electric impluse to Future Trunks, making his green hair stand on
end. "What you are guys UP TO?! I'll get you, you know that
don't you!?" he yelled at Goten and Bra, then he read the
note.
Hey, you, Pikachu!
Find yer sword?
Why don't you join the Pokemon
And the big, brown shoe?!
What? This clue was harder than the last one. Pokemon weren't
real? Just some characters on TV and in games...Games! There was
probably a game system somewhere in the house. Upstairs...big
brown shoe? What big brown shoe. Mirai Trunks flew upstairs, the
gameroom was the first room he saw, and there in the gameroom was
a Playstation 2, Sega Dreamcast and Nintendo 64. And a big brown
shoe that sat right on top of the N64.
The demi-saiyan from the future landed beside the game console,
he didn't see anything suspicious, nor did he see any of the
brats. He picked up the clue cautiously....SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! A
pie in the face, the back, and feet. Bra, Trunks, and Goten
rushed out of the room before Future Trunks could do anything
"Why you, &^@#$%!!! kids!" he screamed, "I
feel sorry for my mom, I was this much trouble?" he
muttered to himself. Bra poke her head back in the game room,
"Hey, mister, what does &^@#$%! mean?" she asked,
then disappeared again. Trunks sighed, peeled the pies off him
and read the note.
We've had our fun
But this is getting boring
We'll give your sword
But then we'll probably run
Mirai Trunks rushed off in the direction Bra ran. He found his
sword hanging from the ceiling. The green demi-sayjian from the
future was covered in feathers and his hair hair still sticking
up and pie stains in his clothes found his sword. But had the
little monsters really finished? Trunks grabbed his sword head
back down stairs and found Bra, Goten and Trunks watching TV. The
three younger demi-sayjians looked at him, and said in unison,
"Hi." Bra's face was twisted in an irrestible cuteness
and Mirai Trunks couldn't stay mad at them.
Sighing Future Trunks said, "I'm going to clean up, you
three, be good!" he commanded then.
"Okkeeyyyy." agreed the group. As soon as Trunks left
Goten turned to Trunks, "Anything else we should do?"
he asked. Trunks thought, "Hey, Bra, do you thinkwe can pull
the Gotenks
trick on him?" Bra thought, "Mommy said mwister Trunks
from future is really strong." she said, not really
answering the question. "Yeah...he is me from the
future...let's save it for the next baby- sitter, that way mom
will forget about it and won't warn the next one." Trunks
said
"Then we're gonna be good the rest of the
night?" asked Goten, suprised. Trunks grinned, "Of
course not." Goten relaxed. Bra smiled, "You already
owe me three cups of candy." "I know, now here's what
we do..." Trunks pulled them in a huddle. Whispers and
giggles were all that could be heard.
Mirai Trunks came back, all cleaned up, he had cleaned up the
paint, feather and pie messes as well. When he got back to the
livingroom, his babysitees were gone. Great, he thought, here we
go again, why didn't mom warn me I was so annoying? The phone
rang. Future Trunks picked it up, "Brief resisdence."
he said. There was a bit of static on the other end, then a
hollow voice said, "I am in your house." (Yeah, I know,
I'm doing it again.) Trunks hung up, thinking it a prank call.
The phone rang again. Mirai Trunks picked it up. "I am in
your house." the voice repeated. "Who is this?"
Trunks demanded. "I'm Trunks." the voice said, then
another voice, identical to the first said, "No, I'm
Trunks!" the two voices argued, "I'm
Trunks!" "No I'm Trunks!" "I'm
TRUNKS!" Mirai Trunks screamed into the phone. "No,
I am!" the two identical voices screamed back, then
they started at each again. Future Trunks sighed and hung up. His
younger self was at it again.
Future Trunks flew upstairs to Bra's room. The door was locked.
"Open up, guys! I have...candy!" Mirai Trunks offered.
"Candy!" a voice inside squealed. "No, Bra! He's
lying, besides, who has more candy than me?"
another voice said. "Yeah, shut up, Bra! Let's get out of
here!" a third voice hissed. Future Trunks sighed and forced
the door opened. Luckily, he only broke the lock and the rest of
the door was fine. He saw three shapes outside flying off in the
distance, it was getting dark. Mirai Trunks glanced at a clock,
9:56 pm. They should've been in bed an hour ago.
Future Trunks walked back downstairs. *SWOLPT!* His legs were
caught in a trap and he hung upside down from the ceiling.
"Are you guys ever gonna give up?" he asked as he
reached up to untie himself. Just then the front door opened.
Bulma and comany came in, "We're home early, the restuarant
stunk...Trunks?" she stared as Mirai Trunks freed himself,
"Uh..hi..." Bulma sighed, "TRUUNKKKS!!!" she
shouted, "Not you." she added to Future Trunks.
Trunks, Goten and Bra came down the stairs and grinned
sheepishly, "Uh...hi mom." Trunks greeted. "I
don't even want to know what happened tonight. You three are all
grounded, if you don't disagree that is, Chi Chi." Bulma
said. Chi Chi shook her head, "Not at all! That's extra
studing for you, Goten!" she said. Gohan sighed. They never
learn...or maybe they do and just don't care.
Mirai Trunks sweatdropped, "Well, I'd better be
going....." he said and exited the house. He threw down the
capsule, got into his time machine, waved and vanished.
"Bed, now." commanded Bulma. Trunks and Bra
trugged upstairs. Everyone went their seperate ways.
Early the next morning, "WHY ARE ALL MY CLOTHES
GREEN?!?!?" Bulma screamed from the laundry room. Trunks
woke up to the sound of his mother screaming, and sweatdropped.
© Kiriska