A/N: It looks like the kids got to sleep finally! Now that the sweet little angels are well rested, they're bound to turn into little balls of energy that all kids are. Adding on Saiyan powers and you have little energizer bunnies from hell. Ah…the joys of parenthood!

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBall Z, just my OC.

DragonBall Z: Raising Saiyans

Chapter 4: Games, Training, and Shopping Lists

"Mommy! I'm hungry! I want breakfast!" Chi-Chi groaned, trying to hide her head underneath the pillow. It was seven in the morning and Goten was already up asking for food. It wasn't many hours ago that her son had devoured around thirty smores, Pan packing in twenty herself.

Goten was bouncing on the bed trying to get his mother up and start cooking. His stomach growled loudly. "Mommy…my tummy is grumbling!"

Chi-Chi, realizing she would not be able to get anymore sleep, sat up in bed grabbing Goten so he'd stop jumping. "Alright Goten, I'll start making breakfast. Is Pan up yet?"

Goten nodded as his mom set him down on the ground and got up from the bed. "I woke her up when I got up! I thought she might be hungry." Chi-Chi smiled at his answer.

"Aw, you can be sweet to your niece when you want to be."

Goten frowned. "No! Girls are icky!"

"You know, when you grow up your going to start liking girls. Might even get married to one," Chi-Chi emphasized causing Goten's eyes to widen.

"EW! NEVER!"

Chi-Chi led him out of the room, heading into Goten's room seeing as it was the room Pan was in, chuckling. "You say that now." Chi-Chi grabbed Pan, who had been playing with a toy that she had with her, and picked her up to take her into the kitchen. Placing her in her high chair she grabbed some eggs and started making breakfast. "So, what do you both want to do today? We have nothing planned so I'm open to suggestions."

Goten beamed. "The amusement park!" Pan pouted.

"No way! The zoo!" The two glared at each other.

Chi-Chi laughed. "Do you two ever not argue? Besides, Pan can't go to the amusement park yet, she's too young."

Goten pouted. "Then can we go to Trunks house?"

Pan looked like someone had fed her a lemon. "EW! NO! I don't want to go to that ugly kid's house!"

"Trunks isn't that bad!"

"HE'S UGLY!"

Chi-Chi frowned at Pan. "Pan, now that's not nice. How about we go to the store and get some games then play them. We can visit Trunks house tomorrow."

Goten and Pan looked at each other and nodded, finding the situation suitable. "Okay!"

"Great, now who want's bacon and pancakes with their eggs?"

"ME!"

"Time for breakfast!" Bulma called out having just set the table. She set Bra in her high chair and started spoon feeding her some baby food.

Trunks quickly came down the stairs, his hair sticking up in places from just waking up. He took his seat next to his mother and began to start chowing down on the stack of pancakes in front of him. Vegeta took his time coming down the stairs and plopped down across from Trunks, starting to eat his food quietly.

Bulma seeing how Vegeta was quiet, thought this was the perfect opportunity to tell him about the get together without him completely shooting down the idea. Although he probably would anyways, but he'd just have to deal with it. "Vegeta dear…"

"What is it that you want woman?"

"Well, Chi-Chi and I were thinking-"

"Whatever it is that you and the banshee want to do, I refuse to help."

"CHI-CHI IS NOT A BANSHEE! And you didn't even hear our idea yet," Bulma complained. Trunks watched his parents argue back and forth. Finishing up his pancakes Trunks sat back, curious to see who would cave first with the argument.

"Whatever idea you came up with would be pointless and idiotic."

Bulma ground her teeth together. Screaming at each other wouldn't get Vegeta to agree to the idea. "Our idea was that we could have a get together with all of our friends next week."

Vegeta stopped eating and turned to face his wife. "I refuse to participate in such human nonsense!"

"It'll be fun! We'll invite everyone over! Catch up on everything that's happened. It'll be great."

"Fun for you maybe."

"Well, you don't have a choice in the matter. I'm going to go call Chi-Chi and ask if she could go shopping with me tomorrow."

Vegeta went back to devouring his food, ripping into the poor pancakes savagely. "So, asking me my opinion on the matter was for what? Show?"

"Exactly."

Vegeta grumbled, finishing the last of his pancakes and downing a glass of orange juice. He got up from his chair roughly, looking to Trunks who gulped. "I'm going to train. Boy, it'd do you good to begin training as well."

"He's only three!" Bulma argued.

"At his age I was already training with Saiyans twice my age. He shall be fine."

"Uhh…sure?" Trunks spoke, not wanting to train with his father but not wanting to disobey him more.

Vegeta smiled. "Excellent. Come child, there's hope for you yet."

Trunks gulped as he followed behind his father. "What've I gotten myself into…"

"How does a one year old girl EAT so much?" Dende asked in shock. It was early in the morning. Dende was still in shock about how much Kona had eaten the night before. "She ate five bowls of rice AND two bowls of soup. Its unnatural!"

Piccolo chuckled. "Ever seen Goku eat? It's just the way Saiyans are. Is she still asleep?" Piccolo and Dende were in the kitchen of the Lookout, talking about the situation they were now put in.

Dende shrugged. "Not sure, Mr. Popo went to go check on her now. But what are we going to do? None of us have any knowledge on how to take care of a child, and we don't have enough food for the rest of the week at the rate Kona's eating. Plus, we don't have any clothes, toys, shoes. Anything a child needs, we don't have."

Piccolo, thinking of this for the first time, blinked slightly remembering the bag and advice Chi-Chi and Bulma had given him. "I believe we're supposed to buy these things for her and Bulma and Chi-Chi offered whatever help they can give. I think the smartest course of action would be to ask them for help."

Dende nodded. "That seems like a good idea. Are you going to train Kona?"

"Yes, I intend to do so, as does Vegeta considering the fact she's a full-blooded Saiyan. I've got no doubt that Gohan would pitch in as well, seeing as he may start training his own daughter. But, training would have to wait until she's able to walk."

"When do you think she'll be able to walk?" Dende questioned. Piccolo shook his head as he thought about it.

"I am not sure, but I would say a year at the least maybe two. She is only a year old as it is."

Mr. Popo came walking into the kitchen smiling, as usual. "Miss Kona is still asleep. I believe she will wake up in a few hours or so. She seems to be a heavy sleeper."

"Thanks Mr. Popo. We were actually just talking about the little tike. Do you have any ideas on how to take care of a child?" Dende asked in curiosity.

"No, I'm afraid I do not."

Dende frowned placing his arm on the table, looking to Piccolo who was oozing nonchalance. "So, looks like we're just going to have to call Bulma and Chi-Chi and ask for their help. I'll call them later, but for now we should probably get breakfast ready for Kona and she'll probably need a bath too. Hey…how are we going to keep her occupied while she's with us? We don't have any TV's and the phone Bulma just recently installed."

Piccolo thought about it and grinned wickedly. "Well, we can always visit her Uncle Vegeta. He loves kids, you know."

"LIZARD!" Goten shouted out as the buzzer rang out. He pumped his fist in the air. "YES! HA! I move up now!"

Pan rolled her eyes, looking at the pieces. "Yeah, but your still five spaces behind me and grandma."

The trio had gone out earlier to buy board games and had found the game Last Word. The way you played the game was picking a subject card, in this case animals, and a letter card, 'L'. The object of the game was for players to race to come up with the most animals they can think of starting with the letter 'L' until the buzzer rings out.

Goten, looking at the board, pouted noticing what Pan said was right. "I'm going to catch up! Just you wait Pan!"

Chi-Chi pulled another subject card. "Okay, the subject is vegetables. Ready you two?" Pan and Goten both nodded seriously as Chi-Chi pressed the timer and flipped over the letter card, showing a 'C'.

"CARROT!"

"CELERY!"

"CABBAGE!"

"CORN!"

"C-C…" Goten was trying desperately to come up with another vegetable that started with the letter 'C'. Chi-Chi had said the last word, and the majority of the first ones, while he couldn't think of any. Pan was trying to come up with something when she remembered something she saw her mother cooking with just days before.

"CAULIFLOWER!" The buzzer rang out and Pan cheered. "I won that round Uncle Goten."

Goten pouted slightly but then smiled. "I bet I'll win the next one Pan! Just you wait!"

Chi-Chi smiled at how much better Goten and Pan were getting along. Goten, after the mutual fear he and Pan shared from the storm the night before, now considers Pan to be a 'not insanely gross girl'. But hey, any progress Chi-Chi could get was welcomed.

The phone ringing distracted her from the game as Pan and Goten waited for her to flip the letter card over. "Hold on, I'll get that. No cheating either of you!" After receiving nods from both Pan and Goten she rushed over to pick up the call. "Hello?"

"Hey Chi-Chi! It's me, Bulma."

"Oh, hey Bulma. How are you?"

"I'm good. I just broke the news to the 'light of my life' and was wondering if your free to come shopping tomorrow for stuff we may need."

Chi-Chi looked to Pan and Goten who were eating from a bowl of chips, already thinking of what words they could come up with, with the subject 'countries'. "Sure! I'm free, and I was actually planning on bringing Pan and Trunks over to your house tomorrow, if that's fine. Would Vegeta mind babysitting?"

Bulma started laughing. "Oh that's perfect! I'll make sure Mr. Saiyan Prince will be up for babysitting tomorrow." There was a beeping noise that caught both of their attention. "Hold on Chi-Chi, I have a call on the other line. It's…Dende? What? Hang on, I'm going to put it on conference."

Chi-Chi looked confused at the fact that Dende would be calling until she remembered the newest bundle of joy that had been sent their way. "Hello?" Dende's voice came on.

"Hey there Dende. I see your using the phone I installed for you! Your on a conference call with me and Chi-Chi." Bulma spoke happily.

There was the sound of something exploding in the background, causing both Bulma and Chi-Chi to wince. "Oops…Piccolo! I think you blew up the eggs!"

"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK HUMAN FOOD! I CAN SURVIVE ON WATER ALONE! I NEVER NEEDED TO COOK!" Piccolo's voice rang out.

"Oh dear Kami, what's going on Dende?" Chi-Chi asked thoroughly worried for the safety of the child they had just put in the care of someone who managed to successfully blow up eggs.

"We…kinda have no idea what to do to raise a child. And we don't have clothes…or toys…or shoes…or anything really. Mr. Popo is the only one who knows how to cook…as you probably have heard. We could really use some help here."

Bulma and Chi-Chi couldn't help but start laughing. "Sounds like quite the predicament there Dende. Tell you what, Chi-Chi and I were planning on going out shopping tomorrow, why don't you guys bring Kona for Vegeta to watch then tag along. We can buy everything you need to raise Kona."

Chi-Chi nodded, although the expression was lost through the phone. "Yes, that's a great idea! We can explain what to do and how to raise Kona while we shop!"

Dende sighed in relief as something started sizzling in the background. "That would be great! We'll be by your house tomorrow morning! Thanks Bulma. Thanks Chi-Chi."

"No problem Dende," Chi-Chi laughed into the phone. "Well, Bulma I have to go. Pan and Goten are waiting for me to finish our game."

"Alright Chi-Chi, bye! Goodbye to you too Dende!"

"Bye!"

The three of them hung up the phone. Chi-Chi turned back to the two children in front of her waiting for her to turn over the letter card. "Alright you two, this round is mine!"

"You have to have more power than that!" Vegeta said to Trunks who was huffing and puffing. Vegeta was taking it easy on him, not wanting to hear Bulma's complaints. Trunks was putting up a decent fight, seeing as he was fighting his father, but at the age of three with little training he was having a tough time keeping his energy up.

"I-I'm trying father. I haven't been training as much as you have."

"Which is exactly why I'm going to be training you everyday from now on. The woman baby's you. You are a Saiyan and therefore will become a warrior. I'll see to that," Vegeta said lunging at his son again. Trunks, not seeing his fathers fast movements, came into contact with his hand as he slapped Trunks.

Trunks flew into the punching bag hanging from the ceiling before falling to the ground, groaning in pain. He sat up holding his nose and started sniffling, trying to hold back tears. Vegeta looked at him and winced slightly. "Quit you sniveling, boy. I barely touched you."

The monitor in the gravity room opened up again, showing Bulma's face. "How are my boys doing?"

Vegeta winced and glared at Trunks, causing him to stand at attention. "Quit your crying boy, and I'll take you to the park," Vegeta hastily whispered which caused Trunks to perk up and pretend he was fine.

"We're good mom! Dad's teaching me how to fight!"

"That's nice. I hope your taking it easy on him Vegeta. He is just a kid after all."

Vegeta snorted and motioned to Trunks. "The boy is unharmed. I'm going to take him to the park in a bit."

Bulma beamed. "Vegeta! That's sweet! Now, dear, Chi-Chi and I are going to go shopping tomorrow with Piccolo and Dende to get supplies for the get together next week and stuff for Kona. So your going to have to baby-sit Trunks, Bra, Goten, Pan, and Kona tomorrow."

"I will not! I'm not a nanny! I'm a warrior!"

"Aw…come on Vegeta. It's just watching them for a few hours."

"I refuse! I will not watch children that are not even my own!"

Bulma pouted, trying to come up with something that would get Vegeta to cave, when a plan formed in her head. She frowned. "That's unfortunate. I figured that spending time learning from the great Prince of Saiyans, would do wonders for the kids. I mean, who better to learn about their history, fighting strategies, and training from then the great Prince Vegeta?" Vegeta's lip twitched slightly, clearly enjoying what Bulma said. "But, I guess if you don't want to watch them…"

"No…it would do the brats good to learn from a true warrior. They might actually have a chance of becoming decent warriors after learning from the master."

Bulma smirked to herself. "Perfect! I'm sure they'd be honored by learning from you! They'll be here at around noon tomorrow!" With that the monitor turned off.

Trunks looked at the screen, not knowing if his father really believed what Bulma said or if he knew he'd been had but decided to go along with it anyways just to train all the kids and probably create five little slaves.

Vegeta then turned to Trunks. "We'll take a break for lunch then head to the park. Afterwards we'll return to train. Get washed up boy."

"I think you burned the eggs again," Dende pointed out looking into the pot that had smoke coming from it. Piccolo glared at the pot as if it were a deadly viper. "Maybe Mr. Popo should cook the food…" Dende suggested.

Piccolo grabbed the pot and dumped the contents into the garbage before handing it over to Mr. Popo, who had suggested he try and teach Piccolo and Dende how to cook…which failed miserably. Mr. Popo got to work salvaging whatever he could from the meal. "Is the girl even up yet?"

Dende shook his head. "She's still sleeping since the last time I checked. So what's our strategy?"

Piccolo and Dende sat down pondering. Piccolo crossed his arms, closing his eyes. "Well, the first step to take is to gather all the appropriate supplies necessary. Next we should find an instruction manual of some kind to get the proper knowledge. I believe the only other thing we can do after that is to practice the instructions and wait it out." Dende thought about it and nodded.

"It seems like it'll work."

As they were talking, back where Kona was sleeping, they young girl started stirring, smelling food. Rubbing her eyes she sat up in the small cot that Piccolo and Dende had set up for her. Looking down she kicked off the sheets, pulling on the collar of her Saiyan uniform and removing the scouter from her pocket, which up to that point was jabbing into her leg.

Kona's attention was directed at a bird flying inside the Lookout. Kona, smiling, crawled to the edge of the cot and slid down landing on her butt before crawling outside the room after the bird.

Mr. Popo smiled as he placed the food for Kona on the table. "The food has been prepared. All we have to do is wait for Kona to wake up."

Piccolo drummed his fingernails on the table. "The kid should be awake by now. It's about time she start getting up."

Dende drank a glass of water Mr. Popo handed to him. "She's a kid Piccolo, they need more sleep…at least that's what I think." Piccolo simply took a large sip of his water, but choked with what he heard.

"Come back here Birdy! Birdy! Wait…almost…there…WHOA! AHHHHH! DADDY!"

Piccolo spat out his water. Dende and Piccolo shared a quick glance before they shot up from the table, Piccolo dropping the glass of water as they both ran into the other room. Seeing the bed void of the child they were put in charge to raise, the two Namekian's ran over to the edge of the Lookout and looked down hearing the screaming continue. Piccolo made out Kona's Saiyan armor and her screaming.

Piccolo cursed. "Stupid kid!" He dove off the Lookout and after Kona's descending figure.

"DADDY!" Kona screamed out seeing Piccolo flying after her. Piccolo narrowed his eyes as he shot off faster, reaching Kona just as the buildings came into view. He scooped her up and held her against his chest before stopping mid-flight.

"What were you doing?" Piccolo demanded. He may not care much for the child, but having to spend his time to constantly watch her to make sure she didn't kill herself was not something he wanted to do. Kona sniffled.

"I-I was just following a birdy…"

"OVER the ledge?"

Kona started twiddling her thumbs. "I didn't think it was t-that far of a reach from where it was flying…"

Piccolo stared at the child, wondering if he'd just mistaken what she had said. "Do you have any idea how STUPID that is? Not to mention dangerous and reckless! You know you can't fly yet and you CHOSE to crawl over to, and OFF, of a ledge of a building flying in the SKY?"

Kona started tearing. "I-I'm sorry. Daddy…do you h-hate me?"

Piccolo winced looking at her. Her face was downcast, as if she didn't dare look up at him to see his response. There was one single tear that ran down her cheek and landed on her lap. Piccolo sighed looking away. "I don't hate you Kona. It's just very dangerous for you to get close to the ledge of the Lookout if you can't walk, let alone fly." Kona looked up smiling, wiping away her tears with her sleeve. "Tell you what, as soon as you learn how to walk, I'll have Gohan teach you how to fly so you don't fall off again. He was planning on teaching Pan how to fly anyways so I think you'll enjoy learning with her. Do you like the sound of that?"

Kona flat out beamed. "Yes! That would be very fun! I'll start walking right away!"

Piccolo smiled slightly. "Good. Let's head back to the Lookout. Your breakfast is probably getting cold." Kona's stomach growled loudly as she nodded in agreement. Piccolo started flying back to the Lookout. "Dende?"

"Yes, Piccolo?"

"When we go to buy supplies for Kona tomorrow…we may want to get a baby leash."