A/N Haia everybody, first of all this is a bit of a different story. Bulma
has been killed by Cell
and Vegeta was married to her Trunks is about 6, but he had a trouma
so he acts much
younger.... Vegeta wasn't able to call Bulma back with the
Dragonballs so he's in search of a
babysitter.
Disclaimer: We don't own DBZ, but we do own the other persons involving in it (like Margerueta).
'No madam, you don't call me, I will call you!' 'But you do not have my number sir!' 'Yes I do, I got it right here.' Vegeta holds up a block of paper and opens the door. 'But it's not my number sir!' 'Yes, yes, don't worry, I will contact you, you don't have to call me. By now, it has been pleasant having this conversation, thank you!' As gently as possible he forces the lady out of the door, and before she could say a word, he quickly closed the door. 'Phew...' Vegeta sighed as he whiped the cold sweat of his forehead. 'Margerueta!' A friendly face showed from around the corner. 'Yes sir?' 'Don't call me sir, please.' 'Sorry Vegeta, but I am so used to it.' 'I know, I know...' 'If you would like me to talk to the last one of the "ladies"...' 'No thank you, but I have to do it myself... Besides, you are done, so you can go now, you're dismissed.' 'Ok sir, if you say so...' She turned around as Vegeta went searching for a pen. Suddenly, after digging trough some papers for a while, he got up and saw Margerueta standing in front of him with a pen in her hand. 'Here you go sir Vegeta.' 'Thank you Margerueta.' He took the pen and started to scratch away the second last name, standing on a list of at least a good fifty names. 'Maybe the last one will bring you a little bit of luck sir. Now, good day and thank you for giving me a day off for the date!' She started to blush a bit. 'Yeah, thanks, and you go and have fun, I don't give days off for nothing, so make it a good day off.' 'I will sir, thank you.' She blushed even harder and then left, giving the little boy in the corner of the room a kiss on his forehead. He wanted to be taken along, but in an attempt to crawl towards the young made, he bumped his head against the barns of the box he was in. Apparently he didn't even notice too much of it, because he didn't stop the crawling forward. Vegeta walked to the box, lifted the boy out of it, and walked around the with him, not noticing the smile on Margerueta's face as she left the room. 'I will let in the last of the list sir Vegeta.' 'Yes, thank you.' Vegeta sighed. 'Last chance Trunks, let it be a good one...' Vegeta didn't seem to have very much hope in it anymore. He putted the boy back in his box as he heard the door close and a tapping sound from the hall. 'Oh no, again one with high heels...' He hated the sound of high heeled shoes in the hall, it sounded so empty, hollow and depressing. A woman (not worth being called a lady anymore) came in the room. She was big, very big. She looked like she came straight from a Russian bootcamp. Her hair in a knot so tight, you would start thinking her brains would never get any oxygen. She was wearing something, he couldn't even place exactly what it was, but it was brown, a filthy kind of brown, with the wrong colors under it, and it was a miracle she fitted in it. She had a mole on her chin, with looked absolutely revolting and she looked at Vegeta like he was a piece of shit, that needed to be cleaned up, but she was too scared to touch him. She was at least two heads taller than Vegeta and also twice as broad. Vegeta looked at his watch. It was time for him to go to the groceries store. 'Miss Helga von Urgenwalt reporting for jobintervieuw sir!' She said with a loud voice, scaring Vegeta a bit. 'Ah yes, Mrs. Helga. Thank you for coming here. You have arrived just in time. I will now take a quick interview, and then we will see how you will manage for a few minutes, while I will be gone.' 'I think I will manage just fine sir.' Helga said with a slightly insulted tone. 'Yes...' Vegeta answered, looking at Trunks, and then raising his eyebrows, looking up with his eyes, and sticking out his tongue. 'Blah, blah, blah. What an air, Trunks won't like her, I already don't! Oh well, maybe she ain't that bad... Yeah, right...' He turned around and asked Helga to sit down on the couch, as he took place in the comfy chair, in which so far all the hoping-to-be-sitters-for-the-oh-so-adorable-Trunks had been sitting. He didn't want to give Helga the pleasure and comfort of sitting in "his" comfy chair. He crossed his legs, making Helga look up very strange, and grabbed his notebook. He and Margerueta had been making little drawings to help Vegeta out, for he couldn't read. He only had to put down a curl or a cross if he found an answer good or wrong. 'Ok Mrs. Helga,' He said, putting an extra "l" in her name, knowing how to spell the word hell, and so forming the name Hellga. 'Could you please tell me why you replied on the advertisement I placed?' (Vegeta had been studying on these questions with Margerueta all night long...) 'Well, it seems you are a very well respected man, and I think that well respected people need a disciplined baby-sitter for their children.' 'Geez, what a trained answer, she has been studying too!' 'Ok... are their things that you maybe would rather not do?' 'Well... I don't play very much, that doesn't teach children anything, and I don't give bottles, these children can learn to drink from a cup. I also don't clean the house.' 'That last one will not be necessary, I have a maid.' 'Well, Hellga said, pulling up her nose a bit, it doesn't really look like it...' 'She is off for the day, so that can be true.' 'And that day started seven weeks ago?' Vegeta got irritated. He looked at Trunks, who had fallen asleep in the corner of his box. He asked a few more questions and then got up. 'My son is sleeping right now, I would rather have you keeping it like that, I will be back soon.' He didn't really want to leave Trunks alone, but he also didn't expect the "disciplined" Mrs. Hellga to do anything out of hand, so he left, to return as quickly as possible. He wasn't gone for very long, at tops half an hour. When he returned, he heard a terrible sound, going trough his veins and making him shiver all over.
A/N That's it for now. Be carefull with my friend, specially cuz I helped her! Hope to be able to upload it! Please Review.... Ra & Krizz ^.^
Disclaimer: We don't own DBZ, but we do own the other persons involving in it (like Margerueta).
'No madam, you don't call me, I will call you!' 'But you do not have my number sir!' 'Yes I do, I got it right here.' Vegeta holds up a block of paper and opens the door. 'But it's not my number sir!' 'Yes, yes, don't worry, I will contact you, you don't have to call me. By now, it has been pleasant having this conversation, thank you!' As gently as possible he forces the lady out of the door, and before she could say a word, he quickly closed the door. 'Phew...' Vegeta sighed as he whiped the cold sweat of his forehead. 'Margerueta!' A friendly face showed from around the corner. 'Yes sir?' 'Don't call me sir, please.' 'Sorry Vegeta, but I am so used to it.' 'I know, I know...' 'If you would like me to talk to the last one of the "ladies"...' 'No thank you, but I have to do it myself... Besides, you are done, so you can go now, you're dismissed.' 'Ok sir, if you say so...' She turned around as Vegeta went searching for a pen. Suddenly, after digging trough some papers for a while, he got up and saw Margerueta standing in front of him with a pen in her hand. 'Here you go sir Vegeta.' 'Thank you Margerueta.' He took the pen and started to scratch away the second last name, standing on a list of at least a good fifty names. 'Maybe the last one will bring you a little bit of luck sir. Now, good day and thank you for giving me a day off for the date!' She started to blush a bit. 'Yeah, thanks, and you go and have fun, I don't give days off for nothing, so make it a good day off.' 'I will sir, thank you.' She blushed even harder and then left, giving the little boy in the corner of the room a kiss on his forehead. He wanted to be taken along, but in an attempt to crawl towards the young made, he bumped his head against the barns of the box he was in. Apparently he didn't even notice too much of it, because he didn't stop the crawling forward. Vegeta walked to the box, lifted the boy out of it, and walked around the with him, not noticing the smile on Margerueta's face as she left the room. 'I will let in the last of the list sir Vegeta.' 'Yes, thank you.' Vegeta sighed. 'Last chance Trunks, let it be a good one...' Vegeta didn't seem to have very much hope in it anymore. He putted the boy back in his box as he heard the door close and a tapping sound from the hall. 'Oh no, again one with high heels...' He hated the sound of high heeled shoes in the hall, it sounded so empty, hollow and depressing. A woman (not worth being called a lady anymore) came in the room. She was big, very big. She looked like she came straight from a Russian bootcamp. Her hair in a knot so tight, you would start thinking her brains would never get any oxygen. She was wearing something, he couldn't even place exactly what it was, but it was brown, a filthy kind of brown, with the wrong colors under it, and it was a miracle she fitted in it. She had a mole on her chin, with looked absolutely revolting and she looked at Vegeta like he was a piece of shit, that needed to be cleaned up, but she was too scared to touch him. She was at least two heads taller than Vegeta and also twice as broad. Vegeta looked at his watch. It was time for him to go to the groceries store. 'Miss Helga von Urgenwalt reporting for jobintervieuw sir!' She said with a loud voice, scaring Vegeta a bit. 'Ah yes, Mrs. Helga. Thank you for coming here. You have arrived just in time. I will now take a quick interview, and then we will see how you will manage for a few minutes, while I will be gone.' 'I think I will manage just fine sir.' Helga said with a slightly insulted tone. 'Yes...' Vegeta answered, looking at Trunks, and then raising his eyebrows, looking up with his eyes, and sticking out his tongue. 'Blah, blah, blah. What an air, Trunks won't like her, I already don't! Oh well, maybe she ain't that bad... Yeah, right...' He turned around and asked Helga to sit down on the couch, as he took place in the comfy chair, in which so far all the hoping-to-be-sitters-for-the-oh-so-adorable-Trunks had been sitting. He didn't want to give Helga the pleasure and comfort of sitting in "his" comfy chair. He crossed his legs, making Helga look up very strange, and grabbed his notebook. He and Margerueta had been making little drawings to help Vegeta out, for he couldn't read. He only had to put down a curl or a cross if he found an answer good or wrong. 'Ok Mrs. Helga,' He said, putting an extra "l" in her name, knowing how to spell the word hell, and so forming the name Hellga. 'Could you please tell me why you replied on the advertisement I placed?' (Vegeta had been studying on these questions with Margerueta all night long...) 'Well, it seems you are a very well respected man, and I think that well respected people need a disciplined baby-sitter for their children.' 'Geez, what a trained answer, she has been studying too!' 'Ok... are their things that you maybe would rather not do?' 'Well... I don't play very much, that doesn't teach children anything, and I don't give bottles, these children can learn to drink from a cup. I also don't clean the house.' 'That last one will not be necessary, I have a maid.' 'Well, Hellga said, pulling up her nose a bit, it doesn't really look like it...' 'She is off for the day, so that can be true.' 'And that day started seven weeks ago?' Vegeta got irritated. He looked at Trunks, who had fallen asleep in the corner of his box. He asked a few more questions and then got up. 'My son is sleeping right now, I would rather have you keeping it like that, I will be back soon.' He didn't really want to leave Trunks alone, but he also didn't expect the "disciplined" Mrs. Hellga to do anything out of hand, so he left, to return as quickly as possible. He wasn't gone for very long, at tops half an hour. When he returned, he heard a terrible sound, going trough his veins and making him shiver all over.
A/N That's it for now. Be carefull with my friend, specially cuz I helped her! Hope to be able to upload it! Please Review.... Ra & Krizz ^.^