Poor Krillen has been roped into babysitting the little angels/brats from hell (Trunks and Goten). What sort of trouble
will they get the poor man into? Read and find out!
P.S. Krillen is bald in this story, why? Cos I like him better that way ^^
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'Are you sure you're gonna be OK with the terrible two?' Bulma looked sympathetically at Krillen.
'No problem, Bulma! You two go out and enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about it.'
Chi Chi and Bulma looked warily at their cheeky sons. They were going sales shopping together and Vegeta was busy so Krillen had volunteered to babysit for the day.
'Behave!' the moms both said at once, wagging a warning finger at their boys.
'Yes mom,' came the sweet reply. Butter wouldn't melt in their mouths!
'If you need anything you can reach us on my mobile,' Bulma added. 'I left the number by the phone.'
'Have fun, ladies!' Krillen smiled as they left the compound to go shopping. He turned to face the boys, who were already scoping him out.
'So!' Krillen started. 'I got a video you guys are gonna love!'
Trunks yawned.
Goten's face lit up, 'Cool!' he said.
Trunks elbowed him in the ribs.
'Ow!' he started, then caught Trunks stare. 'Oh, I get it,' he whispered and let out a big yawn himself.
Krillen folded his arms, a big grin on his face. 'So, you think its gonna be boring huh? How much do you wanna bet?'
'Our mom's say we're not allowed to bet,' Goten said.
Trunks elbowed him furiously in the ribs.
'OW!' he yelped. 'Cut it out Trunks.'
Trunks ignored him, looking at Krillen. 'If we like the video, we have to make you a cup of coffee… if it sucks, you got ta buy us three candy bars - each!'
Krillen laughed at the unfair deal. 'All right,' he shook Trunks hand. 'It's a bet!'
Fishing through his bag, Krillen pulled out the video. The label on it read HOLIDAY '93.
Trunks and Goten looked at each other in delight. This video was guaranteed to bore the pants off them.
'Do you smell candy?' Trunks asked his pal. 'Is it just me or can you smell candy?'
'Oh, sure I smell candy, Trunks!' Goten laughed. 'Comin' right this way!'
Without saying a word, Krillen pushed the tape into the video recorder and pressed play.
~ The screen filled with a picture of a white sandy beach and the ocean waves lapping gently. ~
'BORING!' shouted Trunks. Goten burst into a fit of giggles.
Krillen raised an eyebrow, imagining what a handful these two could be and feeling grateful that he had a daughter.
~ The camera panned to the house on the beach. It was Master Roshi's house. Master Roshi appeared on the screen grinning a toothless smile at the camera.
'Well hey there young Krillen!' His face turned wistful as he looked out to sea. 'Oh… I wish I was that turtle…'
Krillen panned the camera back to the sea and zoomed in on a speck far out in the ocean. It was the sea turtle, and sitting on his back, wearing skimpy bikinis were Bulma and Chi Chi. They looked no more than twenty years old, and were splashing about and laughing. ~
'HEY!' Goten shouted, jumping up and down. 'That's my mom!'
Trunks was wide mouthed. '… Mine too! Cool!'
Krillen smiled smugly to himself. Is that coffee I smell?
~ Suddenly the camera shook, making the picture go all blurry, and Krillen the cameraman shouted out in pain.
'OW! VEGETA! What did you do that for?'
'Stop perving on them you bald headed midget!'
'I wasn't - sheesh! Will you lighten up a little?'
The camcorder panned round to catch the back of Vegeta's head as he stalked off, and found a seat under a palm tree.
'If you want to keep that camera in one piece, you better take it off me NOW!' he snarled as he spied Krillen filming him.
'Is there anything I am allowed to film?' Krillen whispered huffily.
'WHY DON'T YOU TRY FILMING YOUR CROME DOME?!!' Vegeta shouted back, his Saiyan hearing catching Krillen's comment. ~
'Wahahahahahaha! You got Daddy mad at you!' Trunks laughed, pointing at Krillen.
'Very funny kid - where's my coffee?'
Trunks sobered up and went back to watching the video.
Now that they're occupied, Krillen thought to himself. I'll have time to sneak off down to the bookies!
Krillen was a big fan of horse racing and loved nothing more than a bet on the gee-gees. The only thing was, since he'd married 18, he had promised her he would make no more bets. She had talked him into it through major guilt trips and the threat of an extreme beating. But gambling was still in his blood, and every Saturday he knew the race was on, and would listen miserably on the radio as time after time, his chosen nag would come in first. He had missed out on a fortune over the last eight months!
Today was the Gingertown Derby. The biggest race of the year, and now was his chance to place a bet! Rubbing his hands together in glee, Krillen grabbed his wallet and flew off towards the track.
~ Meanwhile, on the video, Goku and Yamcha had started a game of volleyball with Tien and Chao Zu. ~
Goten looked sadly at the screen. 'I wish I'd got to know my Daddy,' he said.
Trunks threw a comforting arm around his best pal's shoulder. 'Dad's can be a real pain ya know Goten. You should try living with mine for a week!'
Goten smiled as he thought about Vegeta's infamous temper. 'Nah, that's OK.' He said. 'I like to play tricks on your Dad then get to go home after it!'
'I know!' Trunks remembered the time when Goten had put itching powder in every single pair of Vegeta's boxers, and then sneaked off home acting all innocent. Trunks had got in even more trouble when he 'tried to blame it on Goten'! Trunks liked to pay his friend back though, with as many pranks as he could pull on Gohan, so they were pretty even.
'Hey, Trunks, I just saw the bald guy fly past!' Goten ran to the window, followed by Trunks and they looked up into the sky. Sure enough there was Krillen, disappearing fast.
'He's not allowed to do that!' Trunks was shocked. 'We're only 8!'
'Let's follow him,' Goten suggested. So they did.
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Krillen stood in the long line, waiting to put his dollars on the sure fire winner, Snail Speeded Steve. There was a huge crowd all turned out in their best clothes for the big occasion. Everyone had a hat, even Krillen who wore a Sherlock Holmes style hat.
'Don't you feel like we're missin' a hat?' Goten asked Trunks.
Trunks frowned in thought. 'Wait a minute, I'll be right back.'
'Trunks, wait! What are you gonna do?!'
But it was too late: the chibi was gone. He returned five minutes later with a couple of hats.
'Here ya go!' he flopped one down on Goten's head. It was a purple lacy one with a bunch of grapes on it!
'Are you sure this is a guy's hat? ' Goten was not convinced.
'Yeah, it looks great on ya!' Trunks held in a laugh, and put on his own hat (a grand black top hat.)
'I like your's better!' Goten complained.
'Quit whining!' Trunks told him. 'Look! The bald guy's about to make a bet!'
Krillen was at the front of the line and pulled out his stuffed wallet. Taking out a handful of hundred dollar bills, he handed them over to the cashier. The chibis dashed over to see which horse he had bet on.
'So that's $800 on Number 13,' said the cashier, handing Krillen a yellow ticket.
Krillen grinned as he stuffed the ticket in his pocket and made his way to the track to get a good view for the race.
'Number 13, let's go see which one he chose,' Goten tugged on Trunks shirt, pulling him across to the Horse and Jockeys board.
'Snail Speeded Steve?!?!? Doesn't sound too fast to me. Who's the jockey Goten?'
'The what?'
'You know! The guy riding the horse!'
'Oh,… his name is … Bad Luck Joe.'
'Bad Luck Joe! What sort of a name is that?!'
'Poor Krillen, he's gonna lose all that money,' Goten said sadly.
'Unless… we could help him!'
The kids crept off to the stalls to check out the horses and the competition Snail Speeded Steve and Bad Luck Joe would have to face. Goten peeked under one of the stalls and was swiftly kicked in the face by its occupant. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his swollen nose.
'Dat was dore!' he mumbled, his nose stinging from the kick. He hopped up onto the gate of the stall and glared at the horse who had kicked him. It was a mean looking beast, jet black in colour with a wild look in its eye. If Goten didn't know any better (which he didn't) he could have sworn that it was laughing at him. It had enjoyed kicking him!
'I'll take this one!' he called down to Trunks who gave him the thumbs up. Looking at the horse's nameplate, he saw it was called Iva Soaras.
Trunks jumped into the first stall to scope out the horse inside. Thunderbolt was its name and it was a beautiful white horse. Trunks pulled the horses ear to his mouth and whispered to it: 'You do know that white is an UNLUCKY colour for a race horse, dontcha?'
Thunderbolt's eyes widened and he began to shift about on his feet.
'Oh yeah, it's true,' Trunks continued. 'The last Derby, the only white horse fell at the first hurdle and ended up in the … glue factory!'
The horse let out a panicked whinny and began to kick on the stall door. His trainer came to open the door and Thunderbolt living up to his name, did a bolt! He ran off, never to be caught again, and ended up living an exciting life as a brave wild horse in the Nimbadi jungle. Needless to say he was out of the Derby, so no competition to Snail Speeded Steve.
Great! Thought Trunks. Two down, seven to go…
The boys had to be careful how many horses they eliminated before the race started. The last thing they wanted was for the race to be cancelled. That would be no help to Krillen. Goten came up with a cunning plan and swapped Jockey number 26 and Jockey number 7's boots, knowing it would hinder their race. Trunks tied My Fair Lady's tail to the back of her stall, so it would hold her back when the gates opened. And nipping into the vet's van, Goten put a healthy dose of tranquilizer in Wave of the World's water supply, ensuring one sleepy thoroughbred for the race.
There were only two horses left as competition to Snail Speeded Steve. Black Magic, the favourite, and Willee GoGo a dodgy looking competitor, but a competitor nonetheless. They couldn't take any chances.
Just then, the gun sounded out of the blue and the gates opened. Snail Speeded Steve, Wille GoGo and Black Magic, as well as horses 26 and 7, tore out of the stalls at high speed. Iva Soaras screamed as Goten kicked it hard up the ass, getting his revenge for its kick to his nose. It bucked about and headed wildly towards the crowd, who ran for their lives. My Fair Lady tried her best to get out of the stall, but every time was yanked back by her tail, which was still tied to the back of the stall. Wave of the World stood in it's box and snored!
Goten looked at Trunks. 'What about the rest of them?' The gun had gone off before they had managed to slow Black Magic or Willee GoGo. And now these two were in front of Snail Speeded Steve!
Trunks shrugged. 'I dunno.'
Goten frowned. 'You take Willee GoGo, I'll take Black Magic. OK?'
Trunks nodded and they flew off round the track after their targets. Krillen watched from the stand in disbelief. 'No! It can't be!'
The chibis flew after the horses and when they caught up, began to fly in front of their faces, doing their best to put them off. Willee GoGo freaked and ran back towards the stalls, but Black Magic was having none of it. Staring down Goten, the horse sped up heading for the line. And Snail Speeded Steve unfortunately was put off by the chibis, and stopped dead in his tracks! Bad Luck Joe flew over his head into a bush and broke his leg (owch). Black Magic took first place in the most bizarre Derby Gingertown had ever seen.
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'You got one phone call. Use it wisely!' the mean looking cop handed Krillen a phone before slamming the steel cell door shut.
Trunks and Goten sat on the edge of the bench, swinging their legs. They knew better than to speak now. Krillen was extremely pissed at them. He didn't seem to appreciate their attempts to help him. The three were stuck in jail, charged with sabotaging the Gingertown Derby, animal abuse (Iva Soaras had a large red swelling from being kicked up the ass by Goten - although Goten's nose was still red too, and he didn't see the horse being charged with Saiyan abuse!), and theft (Trunks had stolen, or 'borrowed', Lord and Lady Rich's expensive hats).
Krillen dialled the one person he thought would be least mad at him - Gohan.
'Man, I'm in a spot of trouble…' he began.
'Krillen, I know! You were on the national news with Trunks and Goten! It's a top story, how you guys sabotaged the Derby…'
'Gohan! I did not sabotage anything! Aw man! Can you just get me outta here?'
'No can do. I gotta stay in the house - Videl's coming over. But don't worry. Mom knows all about it, and she's on her way to the jail right now, with Bulma, Vegeta and 18.'
Krillen's eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped the phone as he fainted.
'Whoa! I wonder who he phoned?' Trunks thought aloud.
Heavy footfalls made their way towards the cell and Krillen woke just in time to see his good friends ChiChi, Bulma and Vegeta, and his darling wife 18, along with the friendly *ahem* cop. He unlocked the cell, smiling maliciously at the prisoners.
'Looks like it's your lucky day. These guys have paid all your bail money,' he pointed a thumb at Vegeta and Bulma, a couple who had money coming out of their ears.
ChiChi's face was dark and brooding, simmering with rage. Bulma looked ready to kill, and 18 had a calm eerie look on her face, which Krillen could read perfectly. It said 'you are a dead man'! The chibis pushed Krillen in front of them as they walked towards the cell door.
'I… I… Gee, I'm sorry you guys,' Krillen stammered.
As soon as he crossed the cell door, ChiChi and Bulma were in his face.
'HOW - COULD - YOU - TAKE - MY - BABY - to - a - RACE TRACK!!!!' Screamed ChiChi, deafening the poor man.
'That's the last time you ever baby sit for my Trunks!' Bulma yelled. 'I thought I could trust you, guess I was wrong!'
'I…' Krillen began.
'Don't say anything!' yelled ChiChi. 'The next time I see you will be TO SOON! And you!' she pulled Goten out from behind Krillen. Goten gulped. 'This is from Iva Soaras!' she shouted, before kicking him as hard as she could up the ass!
'OW!' Goten hopped about holding his butt.
'Yeah, well that's how the poor horse felt!' ChiChi growled at him, rushing him out of the jail.
'Bye Goten!' Trunks shouted after him.
'You can keep quiet, Mister!' Bulma scolded him. 'You're in big trouble! Why am I not surprised? What did I tell you about behaving yourself? Huh?'
Trunks scuffed his foot on the ground. '…uh…'
'Get in the car!' Bulma grabbed him by the ear, and marched him off to the car.
Vegeta stood at the back, leaning against the wall. With an amused look on his face, he lifted two fingers and gave a little goodbye wave to Krillen, then walked off quietly after the raging women, leaving the little man to face his certain doom. Krillen gulped as 18 entered the cell.
'H-h-honey! So you saw me on TV right? Don't I look great on camera?' he smiled, faltering with his words. 'You know, I really wasn't going to gamble… it's just that … Snail Speeded Steve… he was such a dead cert …
'He's not the only one who's going to be dead around here,' fumed 18, as she locked the cell door! The cop down the hall thought nothing of the terrified screams and howls of pain that drifted down from the cell. In fact, to his sick and twisted ears, they sounded quite pleasant!
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A/N: ^_^ Really big thanx to EVERYONE for the reviews so far, especially the people who have reviewed more than once! YOU RULE! Hehe, seriously it is good inspiration to write more so THANX. Glad to get chapter four up. I had two Trunks in Trouble At Christmas before (I must have sent it in twice). You can't delete the last chapter either or it will delete your whole story! So I had to write a new one and replace the fourth chapter. Showing my skills as a computer dunce again *^.^*
A/N 2: Hope you enjoyed it! Please review and lemme know! Is there anywhere ~* you *~ would specially like to see Trunks get in trouble? ^.^ let me know and I might do a chapter on it. Suggestions are welcome Bye for now, xx
