Night of the Babysitters IX
"Why meeee?" "Oh shut up, your
starting to annoy me." Bulma grumbled as she started for the
door. "Your not really goona leave me here are you?"
Yamcha watched desprately as his friends headed outside.
"Good luck Yamcha!" Krillin chuckled and exited.
"One'a these days its gonna be you." muttered the
retired-fighter. "Don't worry Yamcha!" Puar squeaked
looking around for Trunks and the others.
Yamcha closed the door and turned around, Bra, Pan and Marron
were sitting on the couch watching TV, Trunks and Goten weren't
around. Puar smiled nervously, she knew what the little brats
were up to, but was there really anything she could do?
"What do you want me to do Yamcha?" the shape-shifting
cat asked. "Go find and watch Trunks and Goten, I'll start
making dinner with the girls." Puar nodded;
"Okay!" and flew off.
"Here she comes, quick! Hide!" Trunks and Goten jumped
into the closet and closed the door halfway. Puar entered the
purple-haired demi-saiyan's room, it was a mess, as usual. She
looked around confused, she was sure that she had heard them
here. The door slammed shut, the floating creature turned around.
Goten had shut the door, Trunks was in front of her with a sack.
"W-w-what are you guys gonna do?" Puar
demanded, shaking. "This!" Trunks brought the sack over
the cat's head, not even bothering to try and trick her.
"Mmmpppffff! Mm, MMPPHH!! YYAPPCCHHSAAA!" Trunks tied
the bag tightly and handed it to Goten and asked; "Where's
the holo-projector?" "Under your bed." the
miniture Goku replied, holding onto the bad tightly, Puar was
still struggling wildly inside. Trunks grabbed the holo-projector
and slipped outside; "Meet you back here in 10 minutes, take
Puar to Bra's Room." Goten nodded and bounded out the door.
Yamcha was doing surpisingly well, Bra, Pan, and Marron were
trying to look like they were trying to be bad but being good
instead. It was all part of a plan. No one knew how Trunks and
Goten passed information to the girls any more, they had done it
so many times that they didn't even have to actually speak to
communicate anymore. Bad news to da babysitters. Bra handed
Yamcha the bowl of mashed potatoes she had been mashing. Marron
took the macoroni out of the microwave. Pan floated a few feet
above Yamcha, instucting him on what to put on the bread.
Puar popped out of the bag. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped
out of the bag, Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the
bag. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten
shoved her back in. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of
the bag, Goten knocked her out and shoved her back in the bag.
The mischivious demi-saiyan stuffed the cat into the closet of
Bra's Room. Then giggling to himself he bounced out and headed
back towards Trunks's room.
Yamcha and Marron began to set the table while Bra and Pan put
last minute repairs to the food. All was going well. And the
former-desert bandit was suspicous. And nervous. What evil little
trick were the lot of them up to? What no good, awful trick were
they going to---Puar zoomed into the room. "Yamcha!"
Yamcha looked up; "What did you find out?" he hissed,
and went into the next room, eyeing back at the girls who were
doing a very good job of hiding their giggles.
"Them brats are gonna pretend ta be good, then they're going
to pretend to get kidnapped and lure you outside, then they're
gonna paint you yellow n' cover you in glue and feathers!"
the floating cat told her master shrilly. "I knew it!"
Yamcha exclaimed; "No way they could've just been good, it
was all part of a trick! Thanks Puar!" the black-haired man
returned to the kitchen.
Bra, Pan and Marron had heard every bit of what went on in the
next room, and still they giggled to themselves as Yamcha
re-entered to the room. Yamcha grinned to himself, sure that he
was up to his babysitee's plans. Trunks and Goten appeared at the
table, also smirking and whispering among themselves. They ate in
silence. As soon as the last bit of food was consumed, Trunk and
Goten rushed off again. Bra, Marron, and Pan invited Yamcha to
Bra's Room, which the retired-fighter refused nervously.
That, of course, had no effect whatsoever, Yamcha was dragged
kicking and screaming to Bra's Room, the Castle of the Princess
of Pink. The door closed tight behind them. And the
torture...ahem...fun began. Yamcha was the...4th vicitim of the
infamous chamber of Bra. Frilly little bows were tied into his
hair and lipstick messily smeared over his face. The retired Z
Fighter had already givin up on escaping the room and was staring
at the ground, refusing to look at the mirror that Pan was
shoving in front of him.
Trunks fetched Puar, she was still unconscious. Goten was no
where to be seen, no doubt off preparing something for Trunks's
plans to be spoil-proof. The mischevious demi-saiyan smirked to
himself has be covered the knocked-out cat in glue...then in
feathers. Trunks stuck a red comb on Puar's head and a bright
orange beak mask on her face, then shoved her back in the bag.
Yamcha was led by Marron into the hallway, Pan and Bra were
already in the hall, both armed with cameras. Yamcha was forced
to walk down the hallway as if he were a model, modeling the
hideous outfit that the three 4-year olds had stuck him in. A
pink dress that was way too short had been pulled messily over
his head. 3 dozen tiny pink bows were knotted into his hair. His
face was almost completely colored with lipstick, and what wasn't
was smeared with eyeshadow. Yamcha's feet were shoved into a pair
of highheels that were too small even for the girls.
Yamcha prayed that he would have a chance to destroy the cameras
before his friends got home. Bra and Pan were thoroughly enjoying
themselves. Marron was smiling nervously. There was a sudden
shriek. The girls were gone before Yamcha could react. The shriek
continued. The old Z Fighter ripped off the dress and wiped his
face with the sleeve of his shirt. Kicking off the tiny shoes,
Yamcha ran down the hall in the direction of the scream.
Goten was in the attic. Pan joined him there. Yamcha was in the
main upstairs hallway, looking around wildly for the scream.
Marron went into the basement with Bra. Trunks wasn't in the view
of any of the many cameras stationed around the house. Yamcha
cautiously made his way down the hallway. The rug suddenly
slipped from benethe him. The warrior's feet slid forward while
his body stayed put, causing him to fall over on his back. The
rug he had stepped on had marbles under it.
Rubbing his now throbbing head, Yamcha slipped and slid until he
could get off the rug, forgetting completely that he could fly.
The screaming he had been hearing stopped. Just as soon as the
screams stopped, 10 Trunkses appeared around him. All wearing a
mischivious grin. "YOU!" Yamcha made a grab for the
nearest Trunks. He, of course, went through and made a hole in
the wall. The Trunkses laughed. Yamcha grimiced, already
foresiing Bulma's reaction.
But that didn't stop his anger at his babysitees. He made another
swing at Trunks, thinking it was just as well that Bulma get mad
at him. The 10 purple demi-saiyans danced around the scarred
human, taunting. Within minutes, the upstairs hall was swiss
cheese. Bulma's going to kill me, Yamcha kept repeating in his
head, but it never stopped him. 10 Gotens suddenly came up to
join the Trunkses. "ARGGGGGG!! Are any of you real? Or are
you just playing with me?!!??!" Yamcha roared. "We're
REAAALLLLLL!!!!"
Yamcha chased the 10 pair of best friends downstairs. More
mayhem. Bras, Pans and Marrons joined them. 50 little kids flew,
ran, and jumped around the room. Yamcha caught in the middle. Two
of the Trunkses and two of the Gotens fused, making two
Gotenkses. One of the Bras and one of Pans, giggled and decided
to copy their brother/uncle.....
A very strange girl, created by the computer hologramer in the
attic, resulted. She had black hair that fell to her shoulders
and blue eyes. She wore a red and black fusion suit. The girl
giggled and dove into the huge crowd of holograms flying around
everywhere. Two Gotenks, eight Trunkses, eight Gotens, nine Pans,
nine Bras, ten Marrons, and one...erm...Pran.
Puar's squeaky voice rang into the hurricane of shouts and
taunts. A ball of white feathers flew into the room. A bit of red
and orange was in front. "Puar?!!?!?" Yamcha starred at
the featherball. "Yamcha!" The cat-chicken hung onto
Yamcha's shoulder and wouldn't let go. All of the holograms just
as suddenly as they appeared.
Before Yamcha and his flying cat-chicken could exchange comments,
Marron's piecring scream broke the very brief silence. An evil
laughter followed, then Bra and Pan's screams. They then heard
the distant yells of Trunks and Goten as they fused. The next
thing heard was Gotenks's shout, a few crashes, Gotenks's scream,
then more laughter. "What's happening Yamcha?!" Puar
squeaked, peeling feathers off herself. "C'mon." was
all the reply she got, the cat flew after her master as he ran
back upstairs.
Yamcha 'knew' that his babysitees were playing a trick on him.
Puar had told him earlier. Right? Unsure of himself, Yamcha moved
into the next room. The window was ajar. No one was in sight.
"Trunks?" the Z Fighter wondered without thinking.
"The five disgusting Earthling children have been disposed
of." a cold voice chuckled. Yamcha gulped, Puar had said
'kidnapped' not 'killed'. "Who are you?" his voice
quivered more than he expected. "I? Thou art thee Dakren
Warlord; Syekir." Yamcha wondered about the creature's
strange way of speaking. "Now, Earthling, lets see if thy
can put up a better fight than thy children."
A shape stepped out of the corner of the room, out of no where,
just came out of nothing. It was a lizard-like creature, 7 foot
tall, blades everywhere. It looked as if it weren't very
intelligent, but Yamcha already knew better. Syekir's eyes were
blood red and gleaming with evil. Blood stained his deadly claws
and a bit of red was at the side of his mouth. A long, powerful
tail whipped back and forth. Hard scales lined his body, the
equvilent of armor. The lizard smirked; "Afraid,
human?"
Puar's teeth began to chatter. Syekir's stare shifted quickly to
her and in an instant the cat was gone. Yamcha blinked in
disbelief. "Puar!?" the only reply was the Dakren
Warlord's nasty laugh. "Anything else thou would like to say
before thy death?" Yamcha backed away slowly.
Puar sat in a cage in the attic. Bra giggled, she was sitting at
Bulma's newest invention. It was capable of doing what Instant
Transmission could. Bring a being from one point to another. But
the 'another' had to be the cage in the attic. Puar was screaming
insanely, but her cries were muted by the Soundwave Cancler that
generated the exact same soundwaves that the subject did,
therefore canceling out the soundwaves. (Yes, I did steal that
from Batman Beyond.)
There was a sudden explosion. The room filled with smoke. Yamcha
coughed. When he could see again, he saw that the creature,
Syekir, was coming at him at amazing speed. Yamcha closed his
eyes instinctively and waited for the blow. But none came. When
he opened his eyes again, the room was empty. He barely
acknowledged the front door opening downstairs, the human was
shaking with uncontrolable nervousness, it had been so long since
he had been on a battlefield.
"BRATS! ASSEMBLE DOWN HERE IMMEDTATLY!!!" Vegeta's
voice boomed. Yamcha sighed, realizing his stupidity, and started
out of the room. Trunks, Goten, Bra, Pan, and Marron obediantly
came downstairs and lined up in a line. "Yamcha? Puar?"
Bulma looked around. "I'm coming." Yamcha's voice said
from upstairs. The warrior walked down the upstairs hall, ....and
fell through a weak spot in the floor where he had punched
earlier. He fell through, landing almost on top of Vegeta, who
was already outraged.
"Ekk! My rooff!" Bulma cried, ignoring the fact that
Vegeta was about to murder Yamcha. "What did you do this
time Goten?" Gohan sighed. Goten grinned stupidly at his
older brother. Pan's eyes grew 10 times larger, and she smiled
innocently at her father. Videl shook her head. Chi Chi grabbed
Goten's ear (again) and dragged him out, not even bothering to
ask questions. Her only words were; "One month, come on,
we're going home." Goku followed.
Yamcha ran out of the house with Puar, who had been released,
behind him. Vegeta yelled after him. Bulma screamed after him as
well, something about having to redo her whole upstairs. Bulma
whirred on Trunks and Bra. They were sentenced to 2 months
kitchen duty and grounded for 3 months, in which time no
internet, no TV, no games, no friends. Gohan looked from Pan to
Videl. Videl looked from Pan to Gohan. Pan smiled innocently at
both her parents. Gohan mumbled something, took Pan's hand
roughly and headed out the door. Videl followed.
Krillin and 18 had been silent the whole time. Marron starred at
the floor. "I'm grounded myself for 4 months." the
blonde girl whispered almost inaudibly. Krillin blinked;
"Marron, you don't have to--" But his daughter shook
her head and started crying. 18 sighed, picked up her
too-strictly-self-desiplined child and left. Krillin rolled his
eyes slightly.
Vegeta cursed under his breath and picked up a camera lying on
the counter. Absentmindedly he took the tape, rewund, and watched
it. Bulma came downstairs from locking Trunks and Bra in their
rooms. She stopped dead in her tracks. The blue-haired woman
jumped forward, took the tape out and grinned. "Blackmail we
shall." she laughed. Vegeta sweatdropped.
© Kiriska