Night of the Babysitters IV



"Thanks soooo much for helping us, Piccolo, no one else would take them." Gohan said as he headed towards the door. Videl took her coat off the rack, "Pan, be good." Bulma glared at her childern, "Don't do it again, alright?" Trunks and Bra smiled sweetly. "Can we go already? You know thise brats aren't going to change!" Vegeta called impatiently from outside. Gohan, Videl and Bulma exited the house and joined Goku, Chi Chi, Android 18, Krillian, Baby Marron and Vegeta.

Piccolo glanced at the group of kids. Trunks, Goten, Bra and Pan were playing on the N64 that they had moved from the upstairs gameroom. "The things I do for that kid..." mumbled Piccolo. Bra looked up at Piccolo, "Hey mister Greenie, what's for dinner?" Piccolo cringed at the name, "My name is Piccolo....and..." the namek's voice trailed off, dinner? Nameks only drank water so Piccolo knew nothing of human..uh...sayjian foods.

Piccolo walked into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator. Bra and Pan automaticly bounced in to help him. Trunks and Goten started off to Trunks's room..."Hold it right there." Piccolo turned and stared at the trouble-making demi-sayjians, "You two stay right here." the namek commanded. Pouting, Trunks and Goten sat back down on the couch. "Can we have microwave crossants? Pleeeease?" Bra squealed. Pan joined in, "Yeah, pleeeeeeeeease?" Piccolo mumbled something and grabbed a packet from the freezer.

"Ya put it in ta mic'owave n' press some buttons." instructed Pan helpfully. Piccolo crammed the whole box into the microwave and set it for 4 minutes. Meanwhile, Trunks and Goten were whispering suspiciously. Piccolo decided to ignore them for now...he had to worry about the strange smells coming from the microwave. The machine beeped, the green creature opened it and took out a burning hot sizzling and toasted box.

"Ewwwww! That's burnt!" complained Bra. Piccolo said a few words he probably shouldn't have and stuffed the box into the trash. "No crossant?" Bra started tp pout. "Shut up!" Piccolo took some hotdogs from the fridge and cooked them (correctly). Bra and Pan watched happily as their babysitter took every kind of dressing in the world from a cabinet; ketchup, mustard, BBQ sause, relish, cheese, olives, peppers, jalapenos, and butter.

The three half-sayjians and one-fouth-sayjian stuffed thier faces. The table was covered in gooey sause. Between the hungry part-sayjian monsters 232 hotdogs disappeared. Two of them were, after all, related to Goku. Piccolo watched amused, sipping his water. "How does Bulma cram all these sausages into that tiny box?" wonders Piccolo aloud. When they were done, Bra and Pan helped Piccolo wash dishes and clear the table.

Piccolo was too busy with the mounds of dishes to notice Trunks and Goten sneak away to home base. Closing the door gentally behind them Trunks and Goten proceded to discuss their plans. "Ok, what are we gonna do this time?" asked Goten, grinning. "I've got the most brillant idea, it's simple, but Piccolo does get angry easily, ne?" Trunks browsed through his trunk full of junk. "Ne... Nani?! What is that?!" Goten gapped at the contraption that Trunks had dug from the junk heap.

"It's my hologram-projector." said Trunks proudly holding up the large machine, well large to their standards. It was about the size of a tissue box, blue in color, and covering in lens and buttons. "Sweet!" Goten studied the complex invention. "Yeah, we're going to...." Trunks whispered his whole brillant plan into his best friend's ear. Goten's grin widened. "Hahaha, you're evil ya know that, Trunks?" Trunks laughed, "Of course I'm evil, aren't you?"

There was a light tap on the door. "Who is it?" Trunks asked. "Pan." answered a voice. "Password?" Goten prodded. "Candy." Trunks opened the door. Pan bounced inside. "Whatta we gonna do? Bra is keeping Mr.Piccolo busy, but we can't keep it up." Trunks explained his plan. The 1/4-sayjian smiled, "Alright, bye." She bounced out of the room again. "C'mon Goten, we need to get some shots of you." said Trunks aimingthe holo-projector at his friend.

When they were done, they had several mini-movies of themselves running and teasing Piccolo. "Trunks! Goten! Get out here!" the namek boomed from elsewhere in the house. "Show time." Trunks and Goten jumped out their window. "You brats, get out here, NOW!" The demi-sayjians wasted no time at all, they projected an image of themselves coming out of the hallway with waterguns. Piccolo glared at the holografic picture, "You had better not use those." Piccolo warned. Goten grabbed the VoiceThrower400, and threw his voice to the realistic holograms, "Who's gonna make us?" he made himself say.

The holo-image Trunks aimed his gun at Piccolo. "Water fight!" Trunks screamed into the VoiceThrower400. The holo-images of Trunks and Goten charged at the namek, who dodged instinctively. Bra and Pan ran screaming for cover, saying that they were going to tell their mothers. Trunks and Goten made their images taunt the4 year old girls.

After a few 'rounds' around the room, the holo-images of Trunks and Goten vanished back into the hallway. "That was awesome!" exclaimed Goten as the two demi-sayjians flew up towards the gameroom window. "YOU BRATS!!! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!" Piccolo boomed. "Come and find us Mr.Piccolo!" Pan's voice echoed around the house, Piccolo was unable to figure out where it came from. "WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN! GOTEN! TRUNKS! DON'T FORGET I CAN FIGHT YOU! I HELPED TRAIN YOU!!!" the namek screamed.

"Yeah, and we can beat you." snickered Goten. Trunks laughed as he set another pair of holograms down the staircase. "There you are!" Piccolo attempted to uppercut holo-Trunks, but of course he went right through. Poor Piccolo, having been a fighter so long, he thought that Trunks had moved away quickly. "Brat, you can't dodge me forever!" Suddenly the number of Trunks in the room went from one to twenty. "Nani?!? When did you learn to do this?" Piccolo started punching the holograms.

Holo-Goten 'grabbed' an expensive vase and shouted at his babysitter, "Hey, MISTER PICCOLO! Mrs.Brief would be mad if I dropped this, ne?" Piccolo whirled around and stared at holo-Goten. "You wouldn't..." CRASH! The vase appeared to splatter all over the floor. Up above the room, a small speaker emitted many sound affects. Pan and Bra giggled as they watched Piccolo chase a hologram around the room. The two part-sayjians were safely hidden in the attic where they controlled a large sound affects system. (Does Bulma know that two four-year olds can operate a $50000 machine?)

Holo-Goten 'let out' a wild scream as the image went through the wall. The holo-Trunkses 'laughed' (Don't forget there are still 20 of them) Piccolo looked around confused, "Stupid brats are up to new tricks..." he muttered, "At least I'll still get you, you purple-haired mutation!" the namek rushed at the nearest holographic image. Which happened to be right in front of the TV. BRLANG! Bye bye TV. "HEY! Now I won't be able to watch Digimon on weekdays!" one of the holo-Trunks pouted. "You won't be able to do more than that when I'm through with you brat!" Piccolo kicked another holo, his foot went through the wall. Crumpled bits of plaster fell onto the carpet.

"Mom's not gonna be happy you remodeled the living room, Piccolo..." Holo-Trunks laughed. "Shut up brat!" snapped Piccolo as his eyes darted from Trunks to Trunks, trying to figure out which was real. Unfortuneatly for him, they were all fake. "Bra, now!" hissed the real Trunks from the attic entrance. The blue-haired demi-sayjians nodded to Pan. Who slammed her little hand onto a small blue button. LOUD booming music rocked the house. Piccolo covered his ears. Goten laughed, "Too bad Piccolo's hearing's so good, I bet he wishes that his ears were just decoration, teehee." Trunks nodded.

"ARRRRRRGGGGGGG!!! You %^@!*$ brats!!!" the namek's ears were throbbing red. The music was unbearable, the part-sayjians upstairs were all glad Bulma had invented heavy duty earphones with radio options. "SO BREAK ME SHAKE ME HATE TAKE ME OVER..." the music rocked the room. Vibrations ran up and down the walls, the floor rumbled. "WHEN THE MADNESS STOPS THEN YOU WILL BE ALONE!!" The holo-Trunks disappeared, but Piccolo didn't notice, his ears felt like they were going to fall off.

"Hey, Mr.Piccolo! Catch!" Pan tossed Piccolo a pair of earphones. Normally, the namek would have never trusted them for an act of kindness, but he wasn't thinking clearly and was desprate. He slipped on the earphones and for a full second experienced relief. One full second. Then the music blast through his ears again: "SO BREAK ME SHAKE ME HATE ME MAKE ME FAKE ME BREAK ME SHAKE ME TAKE ME!!" "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGG!!" The tortured namek's cry was almost as loud as the music.

Bra turned off the music just as the clock turned 9:00, if they kept the music on any longer they could be reported. Piccolo threw off the earphones. Before he could stop himself, he slammed a hole into the living room floor, anger had gotten the best of him, again. "The things I do for that kid." Piccolo muttered. Bra and Pan pranced down the stairs, "Play with us." they purred in unison. Not even the mighty super namek Piccolo could resist their practiced cuteness. Piccolo trudged unwillingly upstairs.

A few minutes later, Piccolo was screaming as he looked into the mirror. He was wearing play-lipstick, blush, and mascara. He had on a blond wig, clip-on earrings, and fake-eyelashes. A pink towel was tied around his waste. And our namek warrior had on several of Bulma's best necklaces. Bra and Pan giggled. "ARRGGGG!!!" Trunks and Goten walked into the room. Instant laughter. Piccolo shrinked back. Trunks and Goten rolled on the floor, choking with laughter. Tears ran down their cheeks. "Pass the powder." Bra commanded. Pan giggled again and passed the powder. Piccolo cringed. Big puffs of powder puffed around Piccolo's face. The namek coughed repeatedly.

Trunks and Goten laughed even harder as Bra and Pan proceded to paint Piccolo's nails. Piccolo glared at the boys, quickly counted the risks he would take by saying...:" DON' T JUST LAY THERE! HELP ME!!" The half-sayjians laughed even harder at the namek's cry for help. Trunks heard the front door open. "TRUNKS, GOTEN, BRA, PAN! Get down here NOW!" Bulma called, thinking up the lecture she'd give in a couple of seconds. The four part-sayjians flew down the stairs and stood in a perfect line grinning at their parents.

"Where's Piccolo?" Gohan asked his brother and daughter. Trunks and Goten snickered. Bra looked at Pan. "What did you do to him?" Bulma demanded. "Uh...." Trunks started. "Bring him down here." commanded Chi Chi. Trunks snorted. Goten laughed. Bulma looked at them suspicously. Bra and Pan bounced up the stairs to fetch their babysitter. A few minutes later, Piccolo gave up trying to break free of the 4 year olds' killer grips and was dragged downstairs. Vegeta's expression broke from calm and stern to: "Oh my...the namek?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!" Vegeta laughed harder than ever.

Goku did a bad job of smothering a snicker. Krillian exploded with uncontrolled laughter. Bulma, ChiChi, Videl and 18 sweatdropped. Gohan held his laughter long enough, he laughed out loud. Piccolo glared. Bulma shook her head, forget the lecture, "You two, bed, now." Trunks and Bra obediatly flew up the stairs. Bulma, then noticed, the battered living room. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!?!" she shrieked. Vegeta stopped his laughter and covered his ears, "Shut up, woman!"

Gohan picked up Pan, "You know you're in trouble right?" Pan flashed her cutest, most irrestible grin, "Yup!" Gohan sighed. Piccolo shoved past the group, muttering words he shouldn't have, tore off the clothes with diffuculty and attempted to fly, but the 'dress' was caught in the door hinge. Vegeta started his wild laughter again. Piccolo turned red. Chi Chi grabbed Goten by the ear, "You are in big trouble young man!" she said coldly. "Duh." muttered the demi-sayjian under his breath. Pan snickered. Bulma and Videl were cleaning up the livingroom. "Um...we can go now right?" Krillian asked slowly. 18 was helping Piccolo remove the unwanted makeup. "Yeah, good night you guys." Bulma said as she dumped plaster into the trash.

Krillian, 18, Baby Marron, and Piccolo left. Then Videl, Gohan, and Pan after Bulma insisted she could clean the livingroom by herself. Goku, ChiChi, and Goten left last, after further insisting from Bulma. Bulma was almost done when she noticed her best vase missing from the mantle.
Then she found the shattered pieces of it. "TRRRRRRUUUUNKKKKKKKSSSS!!!" "You can't punish me now Mom! It's pass my bed time!" came the panicked voice from upstairs. "ARRRGG!" Bulma stomped up the stairs. There was some gurgling sounds, a loud crash, a female scream, then silence. Bulma came downstairs satisfyed. Vegeta laughed. They needed to go out more often.

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© Kiriska