Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the amazing characters in it, Akira Toriyama does.

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"Aw c'mon, Raditz!" Bulma pleaded. "Vegeta's out sparring with Goku, Chi-Chi's attending Gohan's piano recital, and my parents' flight is delayed until tomorrow morning!"

"I'M NOT BABY-SITTING!" Raditz snapped.

Bulma sighed, "I have to attend that meeting in Dad's place!"

He smirked at her, "And I care WHY?"...

Obviously, if she wanted to get a baby-sitter for her six-year-old daughter Bulla, then Bulma was going to have to negotiate.

"At Capsule Corp. we have HD satellite TV".

"I'm listening", the long-haired Saiyan yawned.

"The refrigerator and pantry's stocked. You only have to sit back and make sure Bulla doesn't get into any trouble for just ONE HOUR!" Raditz looked around at Goku and Chi-Chi's simple cabin. Chi-Chi didn't ALLOW television, she insisted it would rot Gohan's brain.

TV AND FOOD!

"Deal! What time do I need to show up?" Raditz asked eagerly.

"4 o'clock", Bulma said, turning to leave. Thank goodness. She had hoped food would have convinced him. Of course, she'd have to buy groceries all over again!

Bulla played happily on the living room floor with her toys while Raditz stretched out on a recliner, watching the television. He had eaten every scrap of food in the refrigerator and had left a few crackers in the pantry.

The brat hadn't been any trouble at all.

Raditz was watching a movie called "Custer's Last Stand". He throughly enjoyed watching the entire U.S. 7th Calvary get massacred.

"Wow! This is easy!" the long-haired Saiyan thought, "I can't believe Vegeta COMPLAINS about doing this".

"Hey Raditz, can I play 'Beauty Shop'?" Bulla asked.

"Sure, whatever kid", Raditz muttered. His eyes never left the TV screen.

Suddenly, he felt Bulla combing his long, spiky mane. It was actually very relaxing, and she was staying out of trouble, so he allowed it.

"Can I braid your hair?" she asked.

He could always take out the braids and they might put some sexy waves in his hair, so he agreed.

"Go ahead, kid", he said.

Bulla fashioned Raditz's hair into a long, spiky French braid.

"How about if I give you a haircut?" Bulla asked eagerly.

She WAS just pretending right?

"Sure", the Saiyan snickered, "Just a little off the top."

Suddenly, Raditz felt a strange draft on the back of his neck. But that was impossible! He had way too much...HAIR!

Raditz slowly reached back for his long, flowing spiky black ponytail...

Raditz whipped around to find Bulla innocently staring back at him, holiding a HUGE pair of HEDGE CLIPPERS!

Eyes blazing, Raditz leapt from the recliner, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU BRAT!"

Bulma was walking to her front door carrying several bags of groceries when she noticed ki blasts showing through the living room windows.

"OOOH! Those guys better not be sparring in the house!" she fumed.

Bulma opened the door.

A very SHORT-HAIRED Raditz was firing Ki blasts at a terrified Bulla, screaming, "I'M GONNA BLOW YOU INTO THE NEXT DIMENSION, YOU BRAT!"

"BUT YOU SAID IT, RADITZ! YOU SAID I COULD!" Spying her mother, Bulla screeched, "MOOOMMMM!..."