Chibi Adventures
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I do own Jasmine.
Chapter 2: Friday night arrives
Jasmine knocked on the door of the little house out in the mountains. She hadn't realized just how far away the Sons actually lived, so she hoped she wasn't late. She was greeted by a petite dark-haired woman who she guessed was Gohan's mother.
"Hello Mrs. Son, I'm Jasmine," she introduced herself.
"I'm so glad you're here, you're right on time. And please, call me Chichi." She led Jasmine inside to where two little boys were watching television in the living room. "Boys, this is Jasmine. She's your babysitter tonight." The boys waved but didn't take their attention away from the screen.
"There's food in the kitchen, be sure you make plenty, these boys eat like elephants. And trust me, I'm not kidding about that. Make about ten to twenty times what you normally would. The emergency numbers are by the phone in the hall, and the boys are supposed to take their baths and be in bed by nine. We'll be back by ten or eleven, so have a good time! GOKU, IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK, HURRY UP!" Jasmine was surprised at Chichi's sudden outburst, but it seemed effective. A few seconds later a man with wild black hair was down the stairs and holding open the door so they could leave.
"Bye everyone, have a good time!" he called out, and then both he and Chichi were gone.
Jasmine turned to the two little boys watching TV. They didn't look like trouble; in fact, they looked absolutely adorable. One was an exact copy of the man Chichi had called Goku, so she guessed that he was Gohan's little brother Goten. The other one, a little boy with a light purple bowl cut, had to be Trunks, the grandson of Capsule Corp's founder, one of the richest families in the world.
"So kids, what do you want to do first?" Jasmine asked.
"We're watching TV," Trunks replied bluntly.
"Don't you want to do anything else?" she asked again.
"Nope," Goten answered.
"Okay then, I'm going to start dinner, sounds like I've got a lot to cook."
"Whatever," the boys said. They remained glued to the television as Jasmine threw up her hands in frustration and went into the kitchen.
"Let's see... there seems to be plenty of macaroni and cheese," Jasmine said to herself as she looked in the cabinets. "Every kid likes that. It'll do." She found a very large pot and began to bring the water to a boil.
About half an hour later, when their television show was finally over, Trunks and Goten ventured into the kitchen to find out what all the bustling and noise was about. They were surprised to see Jasmine working hard, stirring the huge amounts of cheese into the vat of macaroni noodles. She almost looked like a witch slaving over her brew, and the boys weren't sure what to think for a moment. Then she turned around and they could see her smiling face.
"Almost ready guys," she grinned. "I made as much as Chichi said to, so I hope you can eat it all." The boys nodded and she could practically see their mouths watering with anticipation of the meal. Jasmine began setting out bowls and utensils, and then it was ready.
Jasmine watched in awe as they ate bowl after bowl at a speed she had never thought possible. By the time she had finished her own one serving, they had polished off about ten times that much. Each. And they weren't done eating yet.
By the time they were full, there was nothing left, and the pot was practically scraped clean. Jasmine filled the pot with water to soak so that she could scrub it clean later and put the empty bowls in the sink. "Okay, we've got about two hours to kill before bath time. What do you want to do?"
The pair looked at each other mischievously. "Let's play hide and go seek," Goten suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Trunks agreed. "But only if Jasmine's it."
"Fine," she said. "I'll count to one hundred and you two hide."
She could hear their footsteps running off as she hid her eyes and began to count. By the time she was done they were too far away to hear. "Ninety- eight... Ninety-nine... One hundred! Ready or not, here I come!" she called out, listening for any sounds of scuffling footsteps or giggling voices. She heard nothing.
"Hmm... where could they be hiding?" she said to herself in a singsong voice. She searched for a glimmer of movement, a trace of sound, but nothing came.
Suddenly she could hear a snicker behind her. She whirled around, but no one was there. Then another... above her?! She looked up to see the boys floating above her head. "Aw, she found us," Goten whined.
"She wouldn't have if you could keep your mouth shut," Trunks said. "But no, you couldn't keep from laughing."
"Wh-wh-what are you doing- how did you get up there- what the hell..." Jasmine stuttered before reeling over in a faint.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I do own Jasmine.
Chapter 2: Friday night arrives
Jasmine knocked on the door of the little house out in the mountains. She hadn't realized just how far away the Sons actually lived, so she hoped she wasn't late. She was greeted by a petite dark-haired woman who she guessed was Gohan's mother.
"Hello Mrs. Son, I'm Jasmine," she introduced herself.
"I'm so glad you're here, you're right on time. And please, call me Chichi." She led Jasmine inside to where two little boys were watching television in the living room. "Boys, this is Jasmine. She's your babysitter tonight." The boys waved but didn't take their attention away from the screen.
"There's food in the kitchen, be sure you make plenty, these boys eat like elephants. And trust me, I'm not kidding about that. Make about ten to twenty times what you normally would. The emergency numbers are by the phone in the hall, and the boys are supposed to take their baths and be in bed by nine. We'll be back by ten or eleven, so have a good time! GOKU, IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK, HURRY UP!" Jasmine was surprised at Chichi's sudden outburst, but it seemed effective. A few seconds later a man with wild black hair was down the stairs and holding open the door so they could leave.
"Bye everyone, have a good time!" he called out, and then both he and Chichi were gone.
Jasmine turned to the two little boys watching TV. They didn't look like trouble; in fact, they looked absolutely adorable. One was an exact copy of the man Chichi had called Goku, so she guessed that he was Gohan's little brother Goten. The other one, a little boy with a light purple bowl cut, had to be Trunks, the grandson of Capsule Corp's founder, one of the richest families in the world.
"So kids, what do you want to do first?" Jasmine asked.
"We're watching TV," Trunks replied bluntly.
"Don't you want to do anything else?" she asked again.
"Nope," Goten answered.
"Okay then, I'm going to start dinner, sounds like I've got a lot to cook."
"Whatever," the boys said. They remained glued to the television as Jasmine threw up her hands in frustration and went into the kitchen.
"Let's see... there seems to be plenty of macaroni and cheese," Jasmine said to herself as she looked in the cabinets. "Every kid likes that. It'll do." She found a very large pot and began to bring the water to a boil.
About half an hour later, when their television show was finally over, Trunks and Goten ventured into the kitchen to find out what all the bustling and noise was about. They were surprised to see Jasmine working hard, stirring the huge amounts of cheese into the vat of macaroni noodles. She almost looked like a witch slaving over her brew, and the boys weren't sure what to think for a moment. Then she turned around and they could see her smiling face.
"Almost ready guys," she grinned. "I made as much as Chichi said to, so I hope you can eat it all." The boys nodded and she could practically see their mouths watering with anticipation of the meal. Jasmine began setting out bowls and utensils, and then it was ready.
Jasmine watched in awe as they ate bowl after bowl at a speed she had never thought possible. By the time she had finished her own one serving, they had polished off about ten times that much. Each. And they weren't done eating yet.
By the time they were full, there was nothing left, and the pot was practically scraped clean. Jasmine filled the pot with water to soak so that she could scrub it clean later and put the empty bowls in the sink. "Okay, we've got about two hours to kill before bath time. What do you want to do?"
The pair looked at each other mischievously. "Let's play hide and go seek," Goten suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Trunks agreed. "But only if Jasmine's it."
"Fine," she said. "I'll count to one hundred and you two hide."
She could hear their footsteps running off as she hid her eyes and began to count. By the time she was done they were too far away to hear. "Ninety- eight... Ninety-nine... One hundred! Ready or not, here I come!" she called out, listening for any sounds of scuffling footsteps or giggling voices. She heard nothing.
"Hmm... where could they be hiding?" she said to herself in a singsong voice. She searched for a glimmer of movement, a trace of sound, but nothing came.
Suddenly she could hear a snicker behind her. She whirled around, but no one was there. Then another... above her?! She looked up to see the boys floating above her head. "Aw, she found us," Goten whined.
"She wouldn't have if you could keep your mouth shut," Trunks said. "But no, you couldn't keep from laughing."
"Wh-wh-what are you doing- how did you get up there- what the hell..." Jasmine stuttered before reeling over in a faint.