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Night of the Babysitter 8

Chibi Tiyan: Here we go again.
Vegeta: Humph, if you make me do it again, I WILL send you to the next dimension.
Kiriska: Don't worry you'll like this one Vegeta....heheheheheh....

Night of the Babysitter VIII
By: Lady Kiriska

"Make sure your brother doesn't get in trouble, dear." Chi Chi instructed. "Good luck, brat." sneered Vegeta. "Yeah, good luck kid." Piccolo smirked. Gohan smiled weakly, he had heard all the tales of horror his friends had endured at the hands of his brother, daughter, Trunks, Bra, and Marron. "We'll be back at midnight, don't leave the house in shambles please." Bulma smiled, and walked outside. The others followed shortly.

Gohan turned to face his worst nightmare; the babysitees. Trunks and Goten were already out of sight. Bra, Pan, and Marron, the three 4-year olds grinned at him. The half-saiyan winced, their cuteness was unbareable. "So whadda we havin' for dinner, daddy?" Pan asked, innocently. Gohan managed a smile, "Whatever you want, Pan." Marron glanced sideways at Bra, who was smirking. The four entered the kitchen.

Trunks and Goten sat on Trunks's bed, flipping through old EGM magazines. "So, what are we going to do, Trunks?" Goten asked casually. The purple-haired boy smirked, "He's still afraid of spiders right?" The other demi-saiyan laughed; "Yep." Trunks's eyes gleamed. "Good..."

In the kitchen, havoc was expected. And it was there. The floor was coated in flour and assorted spices. The counters were drenched in syrup and other toppings like ketchup and mustard. Gohan stood in the middle of it all, panicing to himself as the three 4-year olds wrecked the place, 'accidentally'. "Erm...how 'bout we just order out for pizza?" the older demi-saiyan suggested weakly. The three faces glowed instantly, "Sure!"

"Hello? Pick Pixie Pizza? This is the Capsule Corp. Resi--" Gohan was cut off by panicked voices on the other end of the line; "Capsule Corp? It's the guy that ordered 500 pizzas for him and 4 kids!" "We can't make that many pizza's again!" "Tell him we're out of business!" "We're sorry sir, w-we're out of buisness-s." and the person hung up. Gohan sighed, then dialed another pizza place. Same reply. The Italian restaurant. Same answer. The hungry kids checked and called every restaurant in the city, but they all had the same reply.

"Well....I guess we'll just have hotdogs." Gohan sighed. Pan, Bra, and Marron didn't seem to mind, and continued to grin innocently. Meanwhile, back in Trunks's room, the two super-saiyans were busily preparing their plans. Goten snuck from the room and hide ingenious mini-robot spiders all around the house, they were controlled by a small control panel in Trunks's room. Bulma had invented this for Halloween purposes...little did she know...

"Dinner!" Pan cried happily. Trunks shoved the control panel under his bed, grabbed a handful of plastic spiders and ran into the kitchen. Goten ran from the master bedroom and into the kitchen, grinning deviously. The girls were setting the table, Gohan was sitting nervously in his chair. Who'd have thought babysitting was so nerve-wrecking?

Trunks and Goten sat down at the table, grinning uncontrollably. "What are you guys up to?" Gohan demanded. "Nothing!" the two demi-saiyans chimed together. "Yeah right...thats what you always say." the scholar muttered as he stabbed his fork into his hotdog. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Right next to his hotdog was a huge rubber spider. Of course, Gohan didn't know it was rubber. And he suddenly began to notice all the other spiders clustered around the dinner table.

Marron let out a small shriek, but Bra shushed her. Gohan was standing on his chair. Trunks pulled a small camera from his pocket and began to snap pictures wildly. Finally, Gohan realized that none of the spiders were moving and were not real. "TRUNKS! GOTEN!" Goten was on the floor, unable to get up. Bra was snickering. Pan was practicing looking innocent. Marron looked like she couldn't decide who's side she was on. Trunks shoved the camera back into his pocket.

Gohan spend most of the meal lecturing his babysitees, who were too busy thinking of the other things they were going to do to him. After dinner, the girls' dragged Gohan upstairs into the infamous torture chamber known as Bra's Room. Trunks and Goten once again disappeared.

"Pan....what are we going to do?" Gohan stared at the devices that were in the room. Pink was everywhere. The walls were pink, the bed was pink, the carpet was pink, the tea table was pink, everything was pink. "We're gonna play dress-up daddy!" Pan chirped. "We're gonna what?" Gohan struggled to get out, but it was too late, the band of 4-year olds shoved him into a small pink plastic chair and tied him up Christmas ribbons. "Pan...Bra...Marron...your not really going to..."

Gohan was silenced by the play-lipstick that was being applied. Bra smeared it all over his face and Gohan looked like a clown. One of the strongest fighters in the world being beaten by a group of 4-year olds. Marron handed Pan an ugly brown wig. Pan slapped it on Gohan's head, knocking off his glasses. Bra finished with the lipstick and placed a big feather scarf around the demi-saiyan's neck.

The entire house, excluding Bra's room, had been invaded by spiders of every shape and size. Tarantulas crawled up the staircase. Wolfspiders skittered around in the kitchen. Black widows hung on the silk window curtains. And small ordinary spiders hung on the walls. And they were all moving. Trunks sat on his bed, control panel in his lap. The mechanical spiders had taken over the house, crawling everywhere.

"Goten, we're all set." The purple-haired demi-saiyan said. Goten stuck his head out the door and yelled. Gohan jumped up, tripped because he was tied to the chair, then fell on his face. Bra, Pan and Marron ran out of the room screaming. Gohan broke the ribbons and bolted out of the room, thinking, instinctively, of all the bad things that could have happened. Of course, nothing was as he thought. As soon as he left Bra's room, he entered a land completely covered in spiders.

Moving spiders. Gohan shrieked. Trunks was now on the roof, snickering insanely as he controlled the spiders. Goten was in the attic, using Bulma's very expensive video equipment to record Gohan's nightmare. Goten was laughing so hard, watching his brother scream, he fell out of his chair. The girls were digging through Gohan's briefcase that he had brought along, a bunch of paperwork he planned on doing after he put his babysitees to bed.

Gohan was now busily stomping spiders while yelling at the top of his lungs. Trunks sent all the spiders through a small mousehole and into the basement before genius demi-saiyan could crush them all. "Trunks, Bra and the others have the paper stuff, meet you in the 4th guestroom." Goten saved the tapes and flew out of the attic.

Gohan was panting hard, goosebumps ran up his arms, his eyes came back into focus. And focused on the smashed ruminants of a spider. He spotted the metal and wires. "GOOOTTEENNN!!! TRUNKKKKKSSS!! BRA! PAAAANNNN!! MARRON!!!" Gohan stomped up the stairs, causing the structure to creak and groan. "Quick, come on!" Trunks slipped into the guestroom and quickly locked the door.

Gohan stopped in front of the door. "Goten! Trunks! You come out now!" "What are the chanced of that happenin'? The Great Scholar Saiyaman should at least know that!" Trunks taunted. Gohan restrained the urge the knock down the door, knowing that Bulma would kill him if he did. "Hey Gohan! Lookie what we found!" Goten rattled a hand full of paper. "Goten?! Wha..!? You have my paperwork?! Hand it over this instant!"

"Rent us some movies!" Trunks demanded. "WHAT?!" Gohan grabbed the doorknob and held on tightly. "Can we get Gladiator?" Goten wondered. "You will open this door right now!" "Dadddddddy! We wanna watch a mooooooovie!" Pan whined. Gohan melted. "I...um...er..." Trunks snickered. "Um...I don't have any money." the black-haired demi-saiyan muttered.

"Use mom's credit card." Trunks replied automaticly. "Yeah! Use mommy's cwedit card!" Bra chirped. Gohan took a deep breath, and twisted open the doorknob. The door fell down, "I've got you now you---" The only thing in the room was a small speakerphone. "Oh damnit, wish Trunks were as smart as Goten..." he muttered, then started downstairs.

Gohan stopped at the edge of the livingroom. His briefcase sat on the coffeetable, seemingly untouched. The demi-saiyan paused, no way it could be this easy. Suddenly Marron ran down the stairs. "Don't do it, Mr.Gohan! They rigged it!" The blonde girl jumped into Gohan's arms. "They rigged it Mr.Gohan sir! Orange paint will spill on you if you go after the bwiefcase!" "Then how do you suggest I get it?" he set Marron on the ground.

"I'll tell you where Twunks and Goten is hiding!" she cried. "Good girl, where are they?" Marron bounced off down the basement stairs. Gohan followed closely behind. Suddenly Marron sprinted forward and yelled; "NOW!" Liquid glue and loose strands of hay dropped down on Gohan. Marron disappeared up the stairs again, followed by a close sound of other footsteps. "Great job, Marron, heheheh."

Gohan slipped in the glue and stumbled back upstairs, "ARRRGGGG!!" He slid into the kitchen, a trail of glue followed him, as well as pieces of hay. Suddenly Piccolo appeared in the room. "Piccolo?" "Yeah, kid. Need some help?" the namek came over and leaned down, then a mutant freak creature jumped out of nowhere and kicked him. Gohan let out a yelp of surprise. The creature proceeded to beat the crap out of Piccolo. Splashes of purple blood squirted around the room. Giggling was heard.

"Waaaaaait a minute..." Gohan poked his head into the next room, and saw Trunks, Bra and Pan with a Hologram-projector. The Great Saiyaman grinned, and sneaked up behind the purple-haired saiyan. He delievered a kick towards Trunks's head. And his foot went right through. Gohan groaned, then heard more laughing, from inside the master bedroom. He again, saw Trunks, Bra and Pan sitting there with a Holo-projector and VoiceThrower. He attacked again, he attacked a hologram again. "ARRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!"

The real Trunks was on the roof, looking down at Gohan, smothering his laughter. Goten was outside, in the woods near the house, with Pan looking for real spiders. Bra and Marron were making paper airplanes with papers that looked exactly like Gohan's paperwork, thanks to an ingenious device made called the photocopy. Gohan followed laughter, and each time he found only a hologram.

Finally losing his temper, the demi-saiyan busted into Bra's Room, there he found the blue-haired 4-year old, along with Marron with 'his' paperwork. "Hiya, Mr. Gohan! Lookie the cool airplaines were made!" Bra smiled, holding up one for him to see. Gohan let out a strange cry, then jumped forward and snatched the paper, unfolding it carefully. "AHHHH!! Bra! This paper was important! Now I'll never be able to..." Gohan stopped, and stared at the bed, it was covered with paper airplanes.

Gohan unfolded each one, and each one was an important paper of some kind. Bra and Marron snuck out of the room during Gohan's panic of his paper's being ruined. Goten and Pan landed on the roof, they held up a pail of bugs. "Good job guys, come on, Gohan just freaked about the paper airplanes." The purple haired 8-year old dropped through a window and back into the house.

"Trunks, what time is it?" Marron asked quietly. Trunks glanced at the clock; "10:21 already. We'd better hurry." "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Gohan stepped out of Bra's room, eyes flashing. "DROP EVERYTHING!" The five paralized kids did. Just then the front door swung open. The parents were home. Trunks groaned. Bulma sighed. Marron whimpered. Vegeta smirked. "Gohan? Any reason your dressed up like that?" Videl laughed.

But Gohan was too hysterical to answer, he had forgotten that he had been a victim of Bra's Room anyway. "Trunks, just go upstairs, and don't come down for a week." Bulma commanded. The demi-saiyan blinked, then did so. "Baka woman, you're letting him off too easily." Vegeta said. "Thats what you think." Bulma smirked, "Bra you too, upstairs." The mini-version of Bulma did as she was told.

Pan glanced back and forth from Videl and Gohan. Videl was laughing at Gohan. And Gohan looked insane. "You're not gonna punish me is you daddy?" The small saiyan child asked, in her most innocent voice. Gohan glared at her with a wacky grin. "W-Whyyyyyy not? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?!?!?!" Pan's eyes grew 5 times larger and more moist, "But dddaaaddddddyyyy!" Videl stopped laughing and watched her husband.

"BUT WHAT?! EH?! WHAT?! HAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!" All eyes in the room were on Gohan, who was evidentaly insane. Android #17 suddenly burst through the door, screaming insanely; "THEY STOLE MY BUGS!!! THE BRATS TOOK MY BUGS!!!" The bucket of insects and spiders Goten and Pan had gathered was on the floor, some of the bugs were escaping. Pan started crying, "Mommmmyyyy! Daddy's going funny!!" and ran into Videl's arms.

Trunks and Bra peeked down from upstairs. 18 was trying to drag 17 back outside. Chi Chi and Goku were trying to calm Gohan. They were eventually able to knock Gohan unconscious and get #17 locked back into his trailer. Everyone went home.

"Well, woman, you what are you doing to do with the brats? Leaving them upstairs is hardly a punishment." Vegeta started again. "Like this; TRUNKS, BRA, WE'RE GOING TO GO ON VACATION FOR A WEEK AND IF YOU TWO MOVE FROM THE UPSTAIRS I'LL TAKE AWAY YOUR ALLOWENCE FOR A YEAR!" Bulma yelled. "NAAAAANIIIIIIIII!?!?!?!?" Trunks's crys started, and didn't cease.

Vegeta cracked up laughing. "You are a genius." Bulma grinned. "NOOOOOO!!! I"LL STARVE!!!" "WE"LL BE GOOOOOOOD!!!" "ARRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!" "Oh well, at least there's a TV up here." Bulma blinked, then marched upstairs. There was a scream. A very loud crash. "NOOOOOOO!!!" MOOOMMM!!" And Buma returned downstairs. "Come on Veggie-san, get packed." Vegeta nodded and went; the 'vacation' would be worth it, thinking of how his brats were going to spend the week.

Vegeta: HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Kiriska: I toldja you'd like it.
Chibi Tiyan: Poor Gohan.
Kiriska: I have an evil idea for the next one. Trunks won't like it though.
Vegeta: That means it'll be a good fic.
Trunks: *grumble* Chibi Tiyan: *sigh* Go on, review.