Kakorot's brat and his class are coming over to 'experience the world's famous labs first hand.' That means I have to wear more then just a pair of shorts all day. Why do they suspect so much from me?

They are to be here in less then three hours and I still need to find the runt, and get him in some clothes. You see, he took up this new hobby called, 'streaking'. He refuses to put any clothes on, no matter how much the woman begs and bribes him.

It was not uncommon to see his bare flesh dash through the room, with Bulma trailing behind him trying to get him into some pants.

"Okay, Vegeta, you're job for today, is to keep Kagen from taking his clothes off. Do you think you can handle that?" The woman asked.

"Are you kidding? That's like trying to teach a fish to sing. It can't be done!" Trunks told her.

I snorted. "Of course, I can do that. I'm the Prince of all Saiyans, after all." She rolled her eyes and walked off.

"How are you going to keep him from taking of his clothes?" Trunks asked after she was gone.

"I have no idea…" I admitted. But, I did know that first I had to find him. Every time I would get close enough to him, he would run off into another room. Or jump out of a window and get into another one before anyone could see him.

I growled, as his naked behind jumped out of another window. He was fast. I would have to outsmart him somehow.

So I set a trap. And what a brilliant trap it was! All I had to do was lure him with his only weakness. Food. Namely, beef jerky.

I set pack after pack upstairs, a trial leading into his own bedroom. He would never suspect that that was where the trip lay. In the safety of his own quarters! I am so brilliant, I even amaze myself.

I set everything up. Now all I had to do was wait. I only had two and a half hours left. This had better work fast!

Almost instantly, he came bolting upstairs. Even through the airtight plastic seal, he could smell the jerky. The jerky that would bring his downfall.

His naked little body inspected the jerky pack. He was suspicious. I would be too. Anonymous free jerky lying in the middle of the hallway? The only person not to question this would be Kakorot.

"This seems suspicious… but, delicious." He claimed.

After several minutes of inspection, he grabbed for it. He had it open and down his throat quicker then I thought was possible. Soon, he spotted another jerky pack.

After swallowing the last bit of meat from the hallway, not chewing it all, mind you, he smelled more though his bedroom door.

I smirked. This was it.

Figuring this was his room and therefore was perfectly safe, he slid it open. And then, wham!

Within seconds, he was a growling hissing tangled mess on the hardwood floor. The net that covered him was nothing more then a net. It was harmless, and yet he found it so offensive. He was soon so tangled; it was fun just to watch him tangle himself more.

I picked up the net that held the nude child, and headed for the bathroom. I forced him into some shorts and a T-shirt.

I had never seen him so mad at me. That look he gave me, it was unnerving.

"If you feel a stick hitting you while you sleep, you'll know who did it." He sneered as I led him downstairs. Now all I had to do was keep his hands fastened behind his back. That shouldn't be too hard. I just need something strong enough to hold him.

For now, I figured I'd just hold his hands behind him until the brat's class left.

They showed up, Gohan looking nervous for some reason. I wonder why…

"Hello, kids! I'm Bulma Briefs; you can call me by my first name if you'd like. This is my husband, Vegeta, and my son, Kagen. My other son, Trunks, is around here somewhere…" she looked around for him, but instead stopped Bra. "And this is my baby, Bra!"

Some brat raised his hand, "Why are two of you're kids named after underwear?"

Bulma blinked. "Because, at the time I thought they were good names."

In truth, she was so heavily drugged after the birth; she just took the first name that popped into her head.

The class moved on to the next room, which happened to be the kitchen. That was my room! She can't show them that!

Momentarily, I let go of the runt to make sure no one was eating my food.

I ventured into the kitchen, "Don't worry, Vegeta! They aren't going to eat you food! I was just going to show them some of the experiments I put in the fridge, and some of the appliances my dad and I built."'

Experiments?

She showed them some blue stuff. "This is a highly toxic mold civilization. I'm trying to see what affects antibacterial soap has on certain germs."

I think I may have taken a few swigs of that… that can't be good.

She showed them a few other things that I'm pretty sure I at least tried and didn't like, or tried and eaten it until I was full.

She was about to go out into the other room, when she paused. "Vegeta, where's Kagen?"

I froze. "Uh… I'll be right back." I sprinted out of the room and back into the living room. No runt.

"What's so bad about him not being here?" some girl asked Kakorot's brat.

Gohan shrugged like he had no idea.

The girl raised her hand and asked the same question, as I randomly opened doors and looked around corners.

"Well, he makes messed when he's not supervised, and I want the house to stay clean for at least a little while." Bulma lied through her teeth. And Bra told her so.

"Ooooh! Mommy! You liiiiiied! You know as well as I do that if he's not watched, he takes his clothes off!"

Bulma blushed, and the class looked disturbed.

I finally found him. He was hiding under the stairs.

I grabbed his leg, and pulled him out halfway. But stopped when his naked butt peaked out from under the stairs.

I thought of what I could do. I got it. I grabbed a towel, and rapped it around his waist and pulled him out the rest of the way.

Then I had to threaten him. "Keep this on, or I'll make you eat mud again."

"But! I don't like mom's cooking!" he shouted.

"Shh! Now, go upstairs."

"Where was he?" Bulma asked when I came back.

"He was in the pool." I lied.

Bra was about to tell my lie to the class, when I put a hand over her mouth and pulled her to the other room.

Later, after the class had eaten, they went down to see the more advanced equipment in the basement I'm no longer allowed to touch.

The runt stayed in the living room with me, along with Trunks and Bra. They were good, for a while, until Goten came over. I had to send both Trunks and Goten to Kakorot's house to bother him. The two of them left peacefully, but I had a feeling I would be getting a rather nasty phone call from Kakorot's mate.

But then, they came.

First, it was Tien's brat, Brail. He was harmless alone, and even with Kagen he wasn't much trouble.

But then came the other one. Yamcha's youngest kid, Amico.

The most troublesome of the 'Rat pack', as I came to call them, where here. There was still Marron, Pan, Piccolo's kid, Amico's sister, the neighbor girl, and of course Trunks and Goten.

The boys varied in age, 15, 11, and 9. But somehow, they all seemed to have one soul purpose in life. To make everyone around them as angry and miserable as possible.

Though Kagen was the oldest, he looked no older then Brail, the eleven-year-old. And Amico, was the tallest out of all three of them, so he didn't look all that young.

"Can we go outside and play, da?" Kagen asked. Oh yeah, that's right. He started calling me 'Da' a while ago. It's a shortened version of the word 'Prince' in Saiyan. But ironically, it's also the shortened version of the word 'Dad'.

"Sure, whatever. Just don't blow anything up, or take you're clothes off."

Their faces fell, Brail's and Amico's from being denied the fun of blowing things up, I hope, but they ran outside anyway.

"Can I go too, Daddy?" Bra asked.

"Runt! Watch the baby too!" I called.

"Okay!" He called, waving his hand over his head in a windmill fashion, and leaning forward with one foot in a giant step, almost loosing his balance in the process.

Later on, I started to get hungry. Bulma was still giving Gohan's class a tour, and her mom was out shopping. I wanted a sandwich, damn it! Is that so much to ask for?

So I set out to the fridge. There was blue stuff, blue-purple stuff, yellow stuff, orange stuff with green specks in it, gooey stuff, old stuff, stuff-stuff and some more jerky.

I figured the jerky was my safest bet. So I grabbed about ten packs and head back into the living room where I could watch the Rat Pack from the window.

They were spaying each other with the hose. But Bra seemed to be doing the spraying, while the boys were purposely getting in the way.

Then, what seemed to be a sword fight, started between Brail and the runt.

They had each grabbed a stick, and were using them as swords.

Kagen seemed to have the upper hand, but then the worst thing in the world happened. Brail sneezed.

Instantly, his semi-long bright purple hair turned golden yellow, and his blue eyes turned an evil looking emerald.

They all paused, to see what would happen.

At first, he just stood there, staring blankly. Then, a wicked smirk crossed his once angle-nice face.

He abandoned the stick, and ran off, heading for the unsuspecting town to the right of the building.

After that, everything happened so fast.

The runt and Yamcha's brat ran after him, Bra trailing behind more slowly.

The runt was faster then both Amico and Brail by a long shot.

He soon caught up with him, and had him down in the dirt before you could say uncle.

The two of them fought like the bitterest of enemies, like they had not just two minutes ago been play sword fighting like best friends would.

I soon realized that Brail meant more then to draw blood. He meant to kill.

Getting outside as fast as I could, I grabbed them both, prying them apart, holding them by their thin, scrawny arms.

They didn't seem to be too hurt, apart from busies, black eyes, swollen fists.

I was about to say something to them, when Brail swiped his arm backwards, bending back my thumb until it popped out of the socket.

I let go, and he ran off again, aiming to start something downtown.

The runt did the same motion, obviously been taught to Brail by him from the way it was smother and hurt more, and ran after him.

"Stop!" he cried in his native tongue, but Brail Shinhan, or BS as the other boys called it, didn't hear a word he said.

Running in front of a green light, Brail got across the street, barely missing the coming cars and trucks, seconds before Kagen did.

Kagen was no so lucky.

Like I said, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I had no time to stop anything, not even enough time to make an effort to stop it.

A yellow taxi slammed into the boy's body. All at once, several cars screeched to a halt, many piling up onto each other.

The runt had seen the car coming, but had no time to react. His mind had moved faster then his feet.

Kagen had been hit dead on, his body rolling up the hood of the car, smashing the windshield, rested there for a moment, before a truck smashed into the back of the taxi, causing it to jerk him off onto the asphalt.

And then after that, silence.

Terrible, awful silence.

BS had stopped, staring at the sight with wondering eyes. I could see the question on his lips. It was the same question that was on everyone's lips.

What of the runt? Could he have lived through that, and if so, how much of him would remain of that small, fragile body?

My lip quiver without my telling it to. Venturing over to the front of the car pile slowly, I imagined his spilled blood all over the pavement. His insides smashed to nothing but unsaveable mush.

Looking, I saw that the runt was looking right at me with his blood eyes. Even though I knew he was alive, I kicked him. He was a stupid kid that needed discipline.

He cried out, mostly in surprise that I had kicked him, his jaw doing that twitching it did when he was upset.

"Vegeta!" I heard Bulma cried. "What happened?!" she was running over.

I turned silently and gave her a look before stating, "The runt got hit by a car."

"It wasn't my fault!" he cried, getting to his feet. "Brail was the one that…" within seconds, Bulma was yelling.

"Can't you go for ten minutes without being hit by something?!" she suddenly turned on me. "And you! You should have been watching them! All of you, in the house now!"

The boys ran inside, even BS, though he was reluctant.

Luckily, the Taxi driver realized we weren't going to sue, so he sped off with his passenger.

The rest of the people were pissed off, but I gave them the finger, and went back inside.

Bulma yelled for only a little while, because she had to get back to the class. But I knew I would be sleeping on the couch for a while, and the runt wouldn't be leaving the house any time soon.

All in all, it was a pretty good day. That is, until the runt decided to extract his revenge on BS.

They ended up having an all out brawl in the lab, downstairs, followed by a huge explosion.

That's about all that happened today. So, as I tell you this story from the couch in our living room, I wonder what might have happened if I had just kept a chain, or at least a leash on the boys. Then the class that was here wouldn't have had to go to the hospital for multiple injuries, and panic attacks. I guess I'll never know.