Chibi Tiyan: Here. We. Go. AGAIN!
Trunks: Yay!
Kiriska: GRRRRAAARRRGGGGGGG!
Chibi Tiyan: What?
Kiriska: They screwed Trunks's voice in the Great Saiyaman Saga!
Trunks: What?! Well, hurry up wit this story then, I'll need to vent my anger. Heheheh.
Kiriska: Heheheh.
Chibi Tiyan: Run. Run fast.
(They fixed his voice but at the time of writing this it was screwed)
Night of the Babysitter IX
By: Kiriska
"Why meeee?" "Oh shut up, your starting to annoy me." Bulma grumbled as she started for the door. "Your not really goona leave me here are you?" Yamcha watched desprately as his friends headed outside. "Good luck Yamcha!" Krillin chuckled and exited. "One'a these days its gonna be you." muttered the retired-fighter. "Don't worry Yamcha!" Puar squeaked looking around for Trunks and the others.
Yamcha closed the door and turned around, Bra, Pan and Marron were sitting on the couch watching TV, Trunks and Goten weren't around. Puar smiled nervously, she knew what the little brats were up to, but was there really anything she could do? "What do you want me to do Yamcha?" the shape-shifting cat asked. "Go find and watch Trunks and Goten, I'll start making dinner with the girls." Puar nodded; "Okay!" and flew off.
"Here she comes, quick! Hide!" Trunks and Goten jumped into the closet and closed the door halfway. Puar entered the purple-haired demi-saiyan's room, it was a mess, as usual. She looked around confused, she was sure that she had heard them here. The door slammed shut, the floating creature turned around. Goten had shut the door, Trunks was in front of her with a sack.
"W-w-what are you guys gonna do?" Puar demanded, shaking. "This!" Trunks brought the sack over the cat's head, not even bothering to try and trick her. "Mmmpppffff! Mm, MMPPHH!! YYAPPCCHHSAAA!" Trunks tied the bag tightly and handed it to Goten and asked; "Where's the holo-projector?" "Under your bed." the miniture Goku replied, holding onto the bad tightly, Puar was still struggling wildly inside. Trunks grabbed the holo-projector and slipped outside; "Meet you back here in 10 minutes, take Puar to Bra's Room." Goten nodded and bounded out the door.
Yamcha was doing surpisingly well, Bra, Pan, and Marron were trying to look like they were trying to be bad but being good instead. It was all part of a plan. No one knew how Trunks and Goten passed information to the girls any more, they had done it so many times that they didn't even have to actually speak to communicate anymore. Bad news to da babysitters. Bra handed Yamcha the bowl of mashed potatoes she had been mashing. Marron took the macoroni out of the microwave. Pan floated a few feet above Yamcha, instucting him on what to put on the bread.
Puar popped out of the bag. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten shoved her back in. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten knocked her out and shoved her back in the bag. The mischivious demi-saiyan stuffed the cat into the closet of Bra's Room. Then giggling to himself he bounced out and headed back towards Trunks's room.
Yamcha and Marron began to set the table while Bra and Pan put last minute repairs to the food. All was going well. And the former-desert bandit was suspicous. And nervous. What evil little trick were the lot of them up to? What no good, awful trick were they going to---Puar zoomed into the room. "Yamcha!" Yamcha looked up; "What did you find out?" he hissed, and went into the next room, eyeing back at the girls who were doing a very good job of hiding their giggles.
"Them brats are gonna pretend ta be good, then they're going to pretend to get kidnapped and lure you outside, then they're gonna paint you yellow n' cover you in glue and feathers!" the floating cat told her master shrilly. "I knew it!" Yamcha exclaimed; "No way they could've just been good, it was all part of a trick! Thanks Puar!" the black-haired man returned to the kitchen.
Bra, Pan and Marron had heard every bit of what went on in the next room, and still they giggled to themselves as Yamcha re-entered to the room. Yamcha grinned to himself, sure that he was up to his babysitee's plans. Trunks and Goten appeared at the table, also smirking and whispering among themselves. They ate in silence. As soon as the last bit of food was consumed, Trunk and Goten rushed off again. Bra, Marron, and Pan invited Yamcha to Bra's Room, which the retired-fighter refused nervously.
That, of course, had no effect whatsoever, Yamcha was dragged kicking and screaming to Bra's Room, the Castle of the Princess of Pink. The door closed tight behind them. And the torture...ahem...fun began. Yamcha was the...4th vicitim of the infamous chamber of Bra. Frilly little bows were tied into his hair and lipstick messily smeared over his face. The retired Z Fighter had already givin up on escaping the room and was staring at the ground, refusing to look at the mirror that Pan was shoving in front of him.
Trunks fetched Puar, she was still unconscious. Goten was no where to be seen, no doubt off preparing something for Trunks's plans to be spoil-proof. The mischevious demi-saiyan smirked to himself has be covered the knocked-out cat in glue...then in feathers. Trunks stuck a red comb on Puar's head and a bright orange beak mask on her face, then shoved her back in the bag.
Yamcha was led by Marron into the hallway, Pan and Bra were already in the hall, both armed with cameras. Yamcha was forced to walk down the hallway as if he were a model, modeling the hideous outfit that the three 4-year olds had stuck him in. A pink dress that was way too short had been pulled messily over his head. 3 dozen tiny pink bows were knotted into his hair. His face was almost completely colored with lipstick, and what wasn't was smeared with eyeshadow. Yamcha's feet were shoved into a pair of highheels that were too small even for the girls.
Yamcha prayed that he would have a chance to destroy the cameras before his friends got home. Bra and Pan were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Marron was smiling nervously. There was a sudden shriek. The girls were gone before Yamcha could react. The shriek continued. The old Z Fighter ripped off the dress and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Kicking off the tiny shoes, Yamcha ran down the hall in the direction of the scream.
Goten was in the attic. Pan joined him there. Yamcha was in the main upstairs hallway, looking around wildly for the scream. Marron went into the basement with Bra. Trunks wasn't in the view of any of the many cameras stationed around the house. Yamcha cautiously made his way down the hallway. The rug suddenly slipped from benethe him. The warrior's feet slid forward while his body stayed put, causing him to fall over on his back. The rug he had stepped on had marbles under it.
Rubbing his now throbbing head, Yamcha slipped and slid until he could get off the rug, forgetting completely that he could fly. The screaming he had been hearing stopped. Just as soon as the screams stopped, 10 Trunkses appeared around him. All wearing a mischivious grin. "YOU!" Yamcha made a grab for the nearest Trunks. He, of course, went through and made a hole in the wall. The Trunkses laughed. Yamcha grimiced, already foresiing Bulma's reaction.
But that didn't stop his anger at his babysitees. He made another swing at Trunks, thinking it was just as well that Bulma get mad at him. The 10 purple demi-saiyans danced around the scarred human, taunting. Within minutes, the upstairs hall was swiss cheese. Bulma's going to kill me, Yamcha kept repeating in his head, but it never stopped him. 10 Gotens suddenly came up to join the Trunkses. "ARGGGGGG!! Are any of you real? Or are you just playing with me?!!??!" Yamcha roared. "We're REAAALLLLLL!!!!"
Yamcha chased the 10 pair of best friends downstairs. More mayhem. Bras, Pans and Marrons joined them. 50 little kids flew, ran, and jumped around the room. Yamcha caught in the middle. Two of the Trunkses and two of the Gotens fused, making two Gotenkses. One of the Bras and one of Pans, giggled and decided to copy their brother/uncle.....
A very strange girl, created by the computer hologramer in the attic, resulted. She had black hair that fell to her shoulders and blue eyes. She wore a red and black fusion suit. The girl giggled and dove into the huge crowd of holograms flying around everywhere. Two Gotenks, eight Trunkses, eight Gotens, nine Pans, nine Bras, ten Marrons, and one...erm...Pran.
Puar's squeaky voice rang into the hurricane of shouts and taunts. A ball of white feathers flew into the room. A bit of red and orange was in front. "Puar?!!?!?" Yamcha starred at the featherball. "Yamcha!" The cat-chicken hung onto Yamcha's shoulder and wouldn't let go. All of the holograms just as suddenly as they appeared.
Before Yamcha and his flying cat-chicken could exchange comments, Marron's piecring scream broke the very brief silence. An evil laughter followed, then Bra and Pan's screams. They then heard the distant yells of Trunks and Goten as they fused. The next thing heard was Gotenks's shout, a few crashes, Gotenks's scream, then more laughter. "What's happening Yamcha?!" Puar squeaked, peeling feathers off herself. "C'mon." was all the reply she got, the cat flew after her master as he ran back upstairs.
Yamcha 'knew' that his babysitees were playing a trick on him. Puar had told him earlier. Right? Unsure of himself, Yamcha moved into the next room. The window was ajar. No one was in sight. "Trunks?" the Z Fighter wondered without thinking. "The five disgusting Earthling children have been disposed of." a cold voice chuckled. Yamcha gulped, Puar had said 'kidnapped' not 'killed'. "Who are you?" his voice quivered more than he expected. "I? Thou art thee Dakren Warlord; Syekir." Yamcha wondered about the creature's strange way of speaking. "Now, Earthling, lets see if thy can put up a better fight than thy children."
A shape stepped out of the corner of the room, out of no where, just came out of nothing. It was a lizard-like creature, 7 foot tall, blades everywhere. It looked as if it weren't very intelligent, but Yamcha already knew better. Syekir's eyes were blood red and gleaming with evil. Blood stained his deadly claws and a bit of red was at the side of his mouth. A long, powerful tail whipped back and forth. Hard scales lined his body, the equvilent of armor. The lizard smirked; "Afraid, human?"
Puar's teeth began to chatter. Syekir's stare shifted quickly to her and in an instant the cat was gone. Yamcha blinked in disbelief. "Puar!?" the only reply was the Dakren Warlord's nasty laugh. "Anything else thou would like to say before thy death?" Yamcha backed away slowly.
Puar sat in a cage in the attic. Bra giggled, she was sitting at Bulma's newest invention. It was capable of doing what Instant Transmission could. Bring a being from one point to another. But the 'another' had to be the cage in the attic. Puar was screaming insanely, but her cries were muted by the Soundwave Cancler that generated the exact same soundwaves that the subject did, therefore canceling out the soundwaves. (Yes, I did steal that from Batman Beyond.)
There was a sudden explosion. The room filled with smoke. Yamcha coughed. When he could see again, he saw that the creature, Syekir, was coming at him at amazing speed. Yamcha closed his eyes instinctively and waited for the blow. But none came. When he opened his eyes again, the room was empty. He barely acknowledged the front door opening downstairs, the human was shaking with uncontrolable nervousness, it had been so long since he had been on a battlefield.
"BRATS! ASSEMBLE DOWN HERE IMMEDTATLY!!!" Vegeta's voice boomed. Yamcha sighed, realizing his stupidity, and started out of the room. Trunks, Goten, Bra, Pan, and Marron obediantly came downstairs and lined up in a line. "Yamcha? Puar?" Bulma looked around. "I'm coming." Yamcha's voice said from upstairs. The warrior walked down the upstairs hall, ....and fell through a weak spot in the floor where he had punched earlier. He fell through, landing almost on top of Vegeta, who was already outraged.
"Ekk! My rooff!" Bulma cried, ignoring the fact that Vegeta was about to murder Yamcha. "What did you do this time Goten?" Gohan sighed. Goten grinned stupidly at his older brother. Pan's eyes grew 10 times larger, and she smiled innocently at her father. Videl shook her head. Chi Chi grabbed Goten's ear (again) and dragged him out, not even bothering to ask questions. Her only words were; "One month, come on, we're going home." Goku followed.
Yamcha ran out of the house with Puar, who had been released, behind him. Vegeta yelled after him. Bulma screamed after him as well, something about having to redo her whole upstairs. Bulma whirred on Trunks and Bra. They were sentenced to 2 months kitchen duty and grounded for 3 months, in which time no internet, no TV, no games, no friends. Gohan looked from Pan to Videl. Videl looked from Pan to Gohan. Pan smiled innocently at both her parents. Gohan mumbled something, took Pan's hand roughly and headed out the door. Videl followed.
Krillin and 18 had been silent the whole time. Marron starred at the floor. "I'm grounded myself for 4 months." the blonde girl whispered almost inaudibly. Krillin blinked; "Marron, you don't have to--" But his daughter shook her head and started crying. 18 sighed, picked up her too-strictly-self-desiplined child and left. Krillin rolled his eyes slightly.
Vegeta cursed under his breath and picked up a camera lying on the counter. Absentmindedly he took the tape, rewund, and watched it. Bulma came downstairs from locking Trunks and Bra in their rooms. She stopped dead in her tracks. The blue-haired woman jumped forward, took the tape out and grinned. "Blackmail we shall." she laughed. Vegeta sweatdropped.
~Owari~
Chibi Tiyan: Poor Yamcha
Trunks: Muawahahahaha.
Chibi Sikeeh: You're not gonna like the next one Trunks
Trunks: Why's that?
Kiriska: Sikeeh!
Sikeeh: Oops
Tiyan: -_-'
Trunks: What?
Kiriska: Its a secert!
Chibi Fique: Heheheheheh
Chibi Tiyan: By the way, review please. ^_^
Trunks: Yay!
Kiriska: GRRRRAAARRRGGGGGGG!
Chibi Tiyan: What?
Kiriska: They screwed Trunks's voice in the Great Saiyaman Saga!
Trunks: What?! Well, hurry up wit this story then, I'll need to vent my anger. Heheheh.
Kiriska: Heheheh.
Chibi Tiyan: Run. Run fast.
(They fixed his voice but at the time of writing this it was screwed)
Night of the Babysitter IX
By: Kiriska
"Why meeee?" "Oh shut up, your starting to annoy me." Bulma grumbled as she started for the door. "Your not really goona leave me here are you?" Yamcha watched desprately as his friends headed outside. "Good luck Yamcha!" Krillin chuckled and exited. "One'a these days its gonna be you." muttered the retired-fighter. "Don't worry Yamcha!" Puar squeaked looking around for Trunks and the others.
Yamcha closed the door and turned around, Bra, Pan and Marron were sitting on the couch watching TV, Trunks and Goten weren't around. Puar smiled nervously, she knew what the little brats were up to, but was there really anything she could do? "What do you want me to do Yamcha?" the shape-shifting cat asked. "Go find and watch Trunks and Goten, I'll start making dinner with the girls." Puar nodded; "Okay!" and flew off.
"Here she comes, quick! Hide!" Trunks and Goten jumped into the closet and closed the door halfway. Puar entered the purple-haired demi-saiyan's room, it was a mess, as usual. She looked around confused, she was sure that she had heard them here. The door slammed shut, the floating creature turned around. Goten had shut the door, Trunks was in front of her with a sack.
"W-w-what are you guys gonna do?" Puar demanded, shaking. "This!" Trunks brought the sack over the cat's head, not even bothering to try and trick her. "Mmmpppffff! Mm, MMPPHH!! YYAPPCCHHSAAA!" Trunks tied the bag tightly and handed it to Goten and asked; "Where's the holo-projector?" "Under your bed." the miniture Goku replied, holding onto the bad tightly, Puar was still struggling wildly inside. Trunks grabbed the holo-projector and slipped outside; "Meet you back here in 10 minutes, take Puar to Bra's Room." Goten nodded and bounded out the door.
Yamcha was doing surpisingly well, Bra, Pan, and Marron were trying to look like they were trying to be bad but being good instead. It was all part of a plan. No one knew how Trunks and Goten passed information to the girls any more, they had done it so many times that they didn't even have to actually speak to communicate anymore. Bad news to da babysitters. Bra handed Yamcha the bowl of mashed potatoes she had been mashing. Marron took the macoroni out of the microwave. Pan floated a few feet above Yamcha, instucting him on what to put on the bread.
Puar popped out of the bag. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten shoved her back in. Goten shoved her back in. Puar popped out of the bag, Goten knocked her out and shoved her back in the bag. The mischivious demi-saiyan stuffed the cat into the closet of Bra's Room. Then giggling to himself he bounced out and headed back towards Trunks's room.
Yamcha and Marron began to set the table while Bra and Pan put last minute repairs to the food. All was going well. And the former-desert bandit was suspicous. And nervous. What evil little trick were the lot of them up to? What no good, awful trick were they going to---Puar zoomed into the room. "Yamcha!" Yamcha looked up; "What did you find out?" he hissed, and went into the next room, eyeing back at the girls who were doing a very good job of hiding their giggles.
"Them brats are gonna pretend ta be good, then they're going to pretend to get kidnapped and lure you outside, then they're gonna paint you yellow n' cover you in glue and feathers!" the floating cat told her master shrilly. "I knew it!" Yamcha exclaimed; "No way they could've just been good, it was all part of a trick! Thanks Puar!" the black-haired man returned to the kitchen.
Bra, Pan and Marron had heard every bit of what went on in the next room, and still they giggled to themselves as Yamcha re-entered to the room. Yamcha grinned to himself, sure that he was up to his babysitee's plans. Trunks and Goten appeared at the table, also smirking and whispering among themselves. They ate in silence. As soon as the last bit of food was consumed, Trunk and Goten rushed off again. Bra, Marron, and Pan invited Yamcha to Bra's Room, which the retired-fighter refused nervously.
That, of course, had no effect whatsoever, Yamcha was dragged kicking and screaming to Bra's Room, the Castle of the Princess of Pink. The door closed tight behind them. And the torture...ahem...fun began. Yamcha was the...4th vicitim of the infamous chamber of Bra. Frilly little bows were tied into his hair and lipstick messily smeared over his face. The retired Z Fighter had already givin up on escaping the room and was staring at the ground, refusing to look at the mirror that Pan was shoving in front of him.
Trunks fetched Puar, she was still unconscious. Goten was no where to be seen, no doubt off preparing something for Trunks's plans to be spoil-proof. The mischevious demi-saiyan smirked to himself has be covered the knocked-out cat in glue...then in feathers. Trunks stuck a red comb on Puar's head and a bright orange beak mask on her face, then shoved her back in the bag.
Yamcha was led by Marron into the hallway, Pan and Bra were already in the hall, both armed with cameras. Yamcha was forced to walk down the hallway as if he were a model, modeling the hideous outfit that the three 4-year olds had stuck him in. A pink dress that was way too short had been pulled messily over his head. 3 dozen tiny pink bows were knotted into his hair. His face was almost completely colored with lipstick, and what wasn't was smeared with eyeshadow. Yamcha's feet were shoved into a pair of highheels that were too small even for the girls.
Yamcha prayed that he would have a chance to destroy the cameras before his friends got home. Bra and Pan were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Marron was smiling nervously. There was a sudden shriek. The girls were gone before Yamcha could react. The shriek continued. The old Z Fighter ripped off the dress and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Kicking off the tiny shoes, Yamcha ran down the hall in the direction of the scream.
Goten was in the attic. Pan joined him there. Yamcha was in the main upstairs hallway, looking around wildly for the scream. Marron went into the basement with Bra. Trunks wasn't in the view of any of the many cameras stationed around the house. Yamcha cautiously made his way down the hallway. The rug suddenly slipped from benethe him. The warrior's feet slid forward while his body stayed put, causing him to fall over on his back. The rug he had stepped on had marbles under it.
Rubbing his now throbbing head, Yamcha slipped and slid until he could get off the rug, forgetting completely that he could fly. The screaming he had been hearing stopped. Just as soon as the screams stopped, 10 Trunkses appeared around him. All wearing a mischivious grin. "YOU!" Yamcha made a grab for the nearest Trunks. He, of course, went through and made a hole in the wall. The Trunkses laughed. Yamcha grimiced, already foresiing Bulma's reaction.
But that didn't stop his anger at his babysitees. He made another swing at Trunks, thinking it was just as well that Bulma get mad at him. The 10 purple demi-saiyans danced around the scarred human, taunting. Within minutes, the upstairs hall was swiss cheese. Bulma's going to kill me, Yamcha kept repeating in his head, but it never stopped him. 10 Gotens suddenly came up to join the Trunkses. "ARGGGGGG!! Are any of you real? Or are you just playing with me?!!??!" Yamcha roared. "We're REAAALLLLLL!!!!"
Yamcha chased the 10 pair of best friends downstairs. More mayhem. Bras, Pans and Marrons joined them. 50 little kids flew, ran, and jumped around the room. Yamcha caught in the middle. Two of the Trunkses and two of the Gotens fused, making two Gotenkses. One of the Bras and one of Pans, giggled and decided to copy their brother/uncle.....
A very strange girl, created by the computer hologramer in the attic, resulted. She had black hair that fell to her shoulders and blue eyes. She wore a red and black fusion suit. The girl giggled and dove into the huge crowd of holograms flying around everywhere. Two Gotenks, eight Trunkses, eight Gotens, nine Pans, nine Bras, ten Marrons, and one...erm...Pran.
Puar's squeaky voice rang into the hurricane of shouts and taunts. A ball of white feathers flew into the room. A bit of red and orange was in front. "Puar?!!?!?" Yamcha starred at the featherball. "Yamcha!" The cat-chicken hung onto Yamcha's shoulder and wouldn't let go. All of the holograms just as suddenly as they appeared.
Before Yamcha and his flying cat-chicken could exchange comments, Marron's piecring scream broke the very brief silence. An evil laughter followed, then Bra and Pan's screams. They then heard the distant yells of Trunks and Goten as they fused. The next thing heard was Gotenks's shout, a few crashes, Gotenks's scream, then more laughter. "What's happening Yamcha?!" Puar squeaked, peeling feathers off herself. "C'mon." was all the reply she got, the cat flew after her master as he ran back upstairs.
Yamcha 'knew' that his babysitees were playing a trick on him. Puar had told him earlier. Right? Unsure of himself, Yamcha moved into the next room. The window was ajar. No one was in sight. "Trunks?" the Z Fighter wondered without thinking. "The five disgusting Earthling children have been disposed of." a cold voice chuckled. Yamcha gulped, Puar had said 'kidnapped' not 'killed'. "Who are you?" his voice quivered more than he expected. "I? Thou art thee Dakren Warlord; Syekir." Yamcha wondered about the creature's strange way of speaking. "Now, Earthling, lets see if thy can put up a better fight than thy children."
A shape stepped out of the corner of the room, out of no where, just came out of nothing. It was a lizard-like creature, 7 foot tall, blades everywhere. It looked as if it weren't very intelligent, but Yamcha already knew better. Syekir's eyes were blood red and gleaming with evil. Blood stained his deadly claws and a bit of red was at the side of his mouth. A long, powerful tail whipped back and forth. Hard scales lined his body, the equvilent of armor. The lizard smirked; "Afraid, human?"
Puar's teeth began to chatter. Syekir's stare shifted quickly to her and in an instant the cat was gone. Yamcha blinked in disbelief. "Puar!?" the only reply was the Dakren Warlord's nasty laugh. "Anything else thou would like to say before thy death?" Yamcha backed away slowly.
Puar sat in a cage in the attic. Bra giggled, she was sitting at Bulma's newest invention. It was capable of doing what Instant Transmission could. Bring a being from one point to another. But the 'another' had to be the cage in the attic. Puar was screaming insanely, but her cries were muted by the Soundwave Cancler that generated the exact same soundwaves that the subject did, therefore canceling out the soundwaves. (Yes, I did steal that from Batman Beyond.)
There was a sudden explosion. The room filled with smoke. Yamcha coughed. When he could see again, he saw that the creature, Syekir, was coming at him at amazing speed. Yamcha closed his eyes instinctively and waited for the blow. But none came. When he opened his eyes again, the room was empty. He barely acknowledged the front door opening downstairs, the human was shaking with uncontrolable nervousness, it had been so long since he had been on a battlefield.
"BRATS! ASSEMBLE DOWN HERE IMMEDTATLY!!!" Vegeta's voice boomed. Yamcha sighed, realizing his stupidity, and started out of the room. Trunks, Goten, Bra, Pan, and Marron obediantly came downstairs and lined up in a line. "Yamcha? Puar?" Bulma looked around. "I'm coming." Yamcha's voice said from upstairs. The warrior walked down the upstairs hall, ....and fell through a weak spot in the floor where he had punched earlier. He fell through, landing almost on top of Vegeta, who was already outraged.
"Ekk! My rooff!" Bulma cried, ignoring the fact that Vegeta was about to murder Yamcha. "What did you do this time Goten?" Gohan sighed. Goten grinned stupidly at his older brother. Pan's eyes grew 10 times larger, and she smiled innocently at her father. Videl shook her head. Chi Chi grabbed Goten's ear (again) and dragged him out, not even bothering to ask questions. Her only words were; "One month, come on, we're going home." Goku followed.
Yamcha ran out of the house with Puar, who had been released, behind him. Vegeta yelled after him. Bulma screamed after him as well, something about having to redo her whole upstairs. Bulma whirred on Trunks and Bra. They were sentenced to 2 months kitchen duty and grounded for 3 months, in which time no internet, no TV, no games, no friends. Gohan looked from Pan to Videl. Videl looked from Pan to Gohan. Pan smiled innocently at both her parents. Gohan mumbled something, took Pan's hand roughly and headed out the door. Videl followed.
Krillin and 18 had been silent the whole time. Marron starred at the floor. "I'm grounded myself for 4 months." the blonde girl whispered almost inaudibly. Krillin blinked; "Marron, you don't have to--" But his daughter shook her head and started crying. 18 sighed, picked up her too-strictly-self-desiplined child and left. Krillin rolled his eyes slightly.
Vegeta cursed under his breath and picked up a camera lying on the counter. Absentmindedly he took the tape, rewund, and watched it. Bulma came downstairs from locking Trunks and Bra in their rooms. She stopped dead in her tracks. The blue-haired woman jumped forward, took the tape out and grinned. "Blackmail we shall." she laughed. Vegeta sweatdropped.
~Owari~
Chibi Tiyan: Poor Yamcha
Trunks: Muawahahahaha.
Chibi Sikeeh: You're not gonna like the next one Trunks
Trunks: Why's that?
Kiriska: Sikeeh!
Sikeeh: Oops
Tiyan: -_-'
Trunks: What?
Kiriska: Its a secert!
Chibi Fique: Heheheheheh
Chibi Tiyan: By the way, review please. ^_^