Chapter 1

Yamcha stared hard at the little girl before him and couldn't help but sweat drop. In all of his near 40 years of life of man-whoring he had probably only had a handful of his of his woman that ever had kids and only half of those former girlfriends had ever allowed him to even meet their kids. However Sasha was different. He was in love for the first time since Bulma. They were perfect for each other except for one thing…

She had a kid.

It started early that Saturday morning, not even shy of six o'clock when his cell phone rang. The forty year old maverick was snoring loudly in his bed, while lying under a dark wave of faux panther fur sheets when his cell lit up the room and thoroughly ended his peaceful slumber.

The martial artist cursed loudly as he somehow jumped out of his bed, hit his head on the ceiling and crashed down on the floor in a jumbled mess. The heart throb groaned as he quickly made a grab for his still screaming phone. He didn't even bother check the caller i.d. before shouting into the receiver.

"What?"

A long silence came from the other end before a familiar voice came through.

"Yamcha? Is this a bad time? I'm real sorry but…"

Sasha's voice wavered just a bit as she stressed and strained to keep her voice under control. He imagined it was because of Kanon, her 10 year old daughter who was probably asleep. Sasha tried to explain how everything in her life was just so jumbled at the moment and how much she needed help.

" I have a couple of meetings the next few days and it requires that I leave town for a five day trip, I can't' find my spread sheets, the babysitter I had booked for the next week is down with the flu which basically leaves Canon alone for the next week with no one to care for her…."

Sasha trailed off and tried to take a much needed breath. Her fingers curling anxiously around the phone cord as she bit her bottom lip. She was obviously nervous about asking him this . It was such a big step and the whole 'babysitter- thing had definitely put a wrench in her plans to keep Canon out the loop until she was sure that Yamcha was the one but it had to be done. She needed this trip. It would set her on her way to the top of the company. So she exhaled and asked….

"So I was wondering…."

Yamcha nodded numbly with the phone pressed loosely to his ear, his dark eyes drooped until they were almost closed. All he could think about was sleep. He wasn't really listening to his girlfriend or her problems. His mind was far away, in the back of his mind trying to recall that awesome dream that he couldn't remember. This was why he missed Sasha's next words.

"So will you please do me this favor, Yam? I have no one else to turn to."

Yamcha blinked for a second, having finally woken himself up after feeling his head fall and the world shift. He had only heard her last question. He tried to backtrack.

What had she just said?

However he couldn't remember. It was like a black cloak had been thrown over his brain, stopping all and any information from coming through. In a right state of mind he would have asked her to repeat her question but between being a 6' o clock zombie and being the caring man he was, he agreed to whatever Sasha had stated. Whatever it was it couldn't have been bad, right? Sash immediately squealed in delight.

"Oh thank you darling. You're really giving me a leg. I'll see you later on tomorrow…I mean today," she giggled at her mistake before hanging up with a soft 'I love you'. Yamcha stared into the dark space around him, and tried to remember exactly what he had gotten himself into. He couldn't, so without much thought beyond that he slipped into unconsciousness.

Yamcha woke up once again to the sound of his cell going off. This time he did look at the caller i.d and noticed who it was. It was Sasha. The middle aged man groaned before reaching into the pile of clothes and covers that littered the floor and pressed the phone to his ear. His voice came out in a croak.

"Yeah, Sasha-babe? Whazzap?"

The voice that met his ears was anything but pleasant.

"Where are you Yamcha? I told you to be here by one? It's almost two?"

Yamcha winced as Sasha's voice went up another two decibels and quickly pulled the tiny rectangular do-dad from his ear. He waited until she had run out of steam before talking into the receiver again. This time with the phone away from his ear. Yamcha frowned.

"Umm? Where exactly is 'here'?"

Sasha growled in exasperation.

"My house, remember? You said you would babysit Canon?"

The world seemed to slow down and Yamcha's jaw dropped.

Babysit?Him?WHAT?

Yamcha quickly tried to make sense of the situation.

"Sash, Hun, babe…when did I say this? I don't remember, "Yamcha laughed nervously as he feverishly ran fingers through his hair. The man had broken into a sweat and was now chewing on his nails. Obviously he was a bit more than nervous. The truth was that he had never baby sat before. Well no one besides three rambunctious half Saiyans, two of the 3's father, Krillin and Marron and even then those events hadn't lasted for more than a few hours before something went terribly wrong.

The last time he babysat Marron he nearly dropped the poor girl on her head which, obviously, didn't go over very well with her mother, 18. The half mechanical beauty nearly broke his legs when she found out about it. Never the less, he wasn't so sure he could handle this. Maybe saving the world but not babysitting.

Yamcha ran his hand through his hair once more before thinking of a good reason to bail on Sasha and their 'plans'. However he didn't get the chance to before Sasha demanded that he be there within the hour. Or. Else.

Yamcha gulped.