Night Of The Babysitter 3

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Note: Babysitter suggested by Col Sanders

Night of the Babysitter III By: Lady Kiriska

~*~Future Time~*~

Hmmmm, maybe I should go for a visit Goku's time, 18 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~*~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 <i>that</i> 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 Future 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?" Future Trunks asked, totally clueless. Bulma laughed, "For you, your sister (Yes I made her 4 years old again), 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 <i>your</i> 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 Future 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. Future 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. (4th time!) "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. Future 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 Future 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 <i>me</i>!" Goten suggested. Trunks considered this, "Yeah, but <i>I'm</i> 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 Future Trunks wash the dishes. Future 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 Future Trunks sweatdropped over and over again. Then when Trunks gave the signal, Goten asked, "Where's yer sword?"

Future Trunks led Goten to the couch where the sword <i>was</i>. The older Trunks grabbed the note and Goten flew off to the safety of the upstairs, giggling. Future Trunks read the note:

<i>We tooked yer sword Ha, ha, ha And we ain't gonna tell you It's in the laundry ward!</i>

Future 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:

<i>You're angry and green We still have yur prize If u look in moms bathroome It mightt be seen</i>

Future 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..

<i>Hello Mr.Green Feathers How's it goin' Swoord's still with us Been checkin' the weather?</i>

What? Weather? Future 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.

<i>Hey, you, Pikachu! Find yer sword? Why don't you join the Pokemon And the big, brown shoe?!</i>

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. Future 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.

Future Trunks 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, &^@#$%!!! kids!" he screamed, "I feel sorry for my mom, I was <i>this </i> much trouble?" he muttered to himself. Bra poke her head back in the game room, "Hey, mister, what does &^@#$%! mean?" she asked, then disappeared again. Trunks sighed, peeled the pies off him and read the note.

<i>We've had our fun But this is getting boring We'll give your sword But then we'll probably run</i>

Future 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 Future Trunks couldn't stay mad at them.

Sighing Future Trunks said, "I'm going to clean up, you three, <i>be good</i>!" 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 <i>good</i> 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....** **giggles**

Future 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. Future 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!" Future 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!" Future Trunks offered. "Candy!" a voice inside squealed. "No, Bra! He's lying, besides, who has more candy than <i>me</i>?" 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. Future 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 Future 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.

Future 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, <i>now</i>." 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.

*OWARI*

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