Chibi Adventures
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I do own Jasmine. Nothing more to say.
Chapter 4: Never give sugar to Saiya-jins before bed
The boys came into the kitchen, lured by the smell of food. "Is that Rice Krispies treats?" Goten asked, his mouth watering visibly.
"You bet it is," Jasmine said. She had just pulled the huge pan out of the oven, and it was cooling on top of the stove. "As soon as they're cool enough to cut, we'll eat."
"They have chocolate chips!" Trunks said. "I love chocolate chips!"
"They're almost cooled off, be patient," Jasmine told them. "Go ahead and sit down. Trunks, your hair is still soaking wet!" Water dripped from his lavender hair down his forehead and onto his nose.
"So what?" he said, flicking the water away with one finger. Jasmine shook her head as she picked up a dish towel and vigorously rubbed his head dry. "Hey, get off!" he protested, his arms flailing around, but he couldn't manage to reach her. His arms were just too short.
"Much better," Jasmine said, admiring her handiwork. His hair was tousled and almost as messy as Goten's, but it was completely dry. "Oh, cheer up," she said when she saw his frown. She planted a kiss in the middle of his forehead and turned to cut the Rice Krispies treats apart.
Goten chuckled at his friend, who was sitting ramrod straight in his chair. He poked Trunks in the shoulder, but he didn't move. "Hey Trunks, what's wrong?"
"She... kissed... me..." Trunks whispered, rubbing his forehead.
"You're weird," Goten said. "And your hair's messy." The little Saiya-jin prince quickly tried to comb down his hair with his fingers.
"Here you go guys," Jasmine said, setting down plates piled with Rice Krispies treats in front of the two. Without another word Trunks and Goten began to eat, stuffing their faces with the chocolate chip delights.
Once again their babysitter was astounded by their ability to eat that much in one sitting. And these two were only children; she hated to think of how much their fathers must eat! Not to mention Gohan. She would have to see him eat lunch some time. She ate a few treats of her own before she began to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
"Okay, kiddos, it's almost time for bed," she observed, looking at the clock. "Brush your teeth and I'll read you a bedtime story."
"Bed? Yeah right," Trunks smirked. "It's time for fun!"
Goten grinned as well. "Yeah, fun," he said. "Last one outside's a rotten egg!" The boys raced for the door, and at their speed Jasmine had no hopes of catching them. She was left to stumble outside, yelling for them to return.
"You two are going to be in so much trouble when you get back here!" she screamed. She could make out two shapes in the night air and she knew it had to be them. "TRUNKS! GOTEN! GET DOWN HERE!"
The shapes laughed and spun above her head in ever-lowering circles until they were close enough to touch. Jasmine reached out and, by pure luck, snagged the hem of Goten's pajama shirt. Instead of being able to pull him down, however, she found herself being pulled upwards.
"Oh, no, put me down!" she demanded.
"No way!" Trunks replied, grabbing hold of her free arm. Goten got a grip on the arm holding his pajama shirt and they lifted her to be supported around their shoulders.
"It's way too cool up here to put you down," Goten said.
"We've gotta let you see," Trunks said.
"Show me later, it's time for bed!" Jasmine told them, wiggling to get free. She thought better of it when she saw how far up they had taken her. "Guys..."
"Let's go to your house Trunks!" Goten said.
"I don't think so, we're all going back to your house Goten. NOW. It's past your bedtime." If she had been standing on the ground, Jasmine would have stomped in her anger and frustration. But she wasn't, so she didn't.
"You have to promise to let us stay up until ten," Trunks said.
"And read us TWO bedtime stories!" Goten added.
Jasmine sighed. They were impossible. "You can stay up until a quarter 'til ten, because I have to have you sleeping before the Sons are home, and yes I'll read you two bedtime stories." She hated to give in to their demands, but when she was several stories in the air, she really didn't have a choice. The boys cheered and zoomed back to the house.
"Can we have some sodas before bed?" Trunks asked innocently once they were inside.
"Absolutely not. You two have had more than enough sugar for one night," Jasmine said. "You two have half an hour before you have to brush your teeth and get into bed if you want to have time for two stories." The boys nodded and ran off to Goten's room.
For half an hour Jasmine worked to clean up the kitchen, stopping every so often to listen for noises from the kids. She heard nothing. When she finished her work a bit early, she decided she had better check on the mischievous pair. What she found surprised her. Both Trunks and Goten were sprawled out on the bed, snoring soundly.
"Psst... hey, kiddos," she whispered, shaking them gently. They reluctantly opened their eyes and blinked sleepily at her. "Did you two brush your teeth yet?" They shook their heads no. "Hurry up and do that, then I'll tell you a story, okay?" Without a word they stumbled to the washroom to brush their teeth. Goten came back with toothpaste foam still clinging to the corners of his mouth. Jasmine gently wiped it away and tucked them into bed.
"What kind of story do you want me to read to you?" she asked, looking at the small collection of children's books sitting on a shelf.
"Make one up," Trunks requested. "About a prince..."
"And his very best friend," Goten finished.
Jasmine smiled. She knew what they wanted. She began a story about the brave prince Tucker and his equally courageous friend Gary. But before she even got to the part where the two best friends were about to rescue a princess from the wicked black knight, the chibis had fallen asleep. She kissed them lightly and tucked the covers around them. "Goodnight," she whispered before shutting the door silently.
"Goodnight princess," Trunks mumbled in his sleep.
"No more black knight," Goten yawned, rolling over and sticking his thumb in his mouth. But Jasmine didn't hear a word.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I do own Jasmine. Nothing more to say.
Chapter 4: Never give sugar to Saiya-jins before bed
The boys came into the kitchen, lured by the smell of food. "Is that Rice Krispies treats?" Goten asked, his mouth watering visibly.
"You bet it is," Jasmine said. She had just pulled the huge pan out of the oven, and it was cooling on top of the stove. "As soon as they're cool enough to cut, we'll eat."
"They have chocolate chips!" Trunks said. "I love chocolate chips!"
"They're almost cooled off, be patient," Jasmine told them. "Go ahead and sit down. Trunks, your hair is still soaking wet!" Water dripped from his lavender hair down his forehead and onto his nose.
"So what?" he said, flicking the water away with one finger. Jasmine shook her head as she picked up a dish towel and vigorously rubbed his head dry. "Hey, get off!" he protested, his arms flailing around, but he couldn't manage to reach her. His arms were just too short.
"Much better," Jasmine said, admiring her handiwork. His hair was tousled and almost as messy as Goten's, but it was completely dry. "Oh, cheer up," she said when she saw his frown. She planted a kiss in the middle of his forehead and turned to cut the Rice Krispies treats apart.
Goten chuckled at his friend, who was sitting ramrod straight in his chair. He poked Trunks in the shoulder, but he didn't move. "Hey Trunks, what's wrong?"
"She... kissed... me..." Trunks whispered, rubbing his forehead.
"You're weird," Goten said. "And your hair's messy." The little Saiya-jin prince quickly tried to comb down his hair with his fingers.
"Here you go guys," Jasmine said, setting down plates piled with Rice Krispies treats in front of the two. Without another word Trunks and Goten began to eat, stuffing their faces with the chocolate chip delights.
Once again their babysitter was astounded by their ability to eat that much in one sitting. And these two were only children; she hated to think of how much their fathers must eat! Not to mention Gohan. She would have to see him eat lunch some time. She ate a few treats of her own before she began to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
"Okay, kiddos, it's almost time for bed," she observed, looking at the clock. "Brush your teeth and I'll read you a bedtime story."
"Bed? Yeah right," Trunks smirked. "It's time for fun!"
Goten grinned as well. "Yeah, fun," he said. "Last one outside's a rotten egg!" The boys raced for the door, and at their speed Jasmine had no hopes of catching them. She was left to stumble outside, yelling for them to return.
"You two are going to be in so much trouble when you get back here!" she screamed. She could make out two shapes in the night air and she knew it had to be them. "TRUNKS! GOTEN! GET DOWN HERE!"
The shapes laughed and spun above her head in ever-lowering circles until they were close enough to touch. Jasmine reached out and, by pure luck, snagged the hem of Goten's pajama shirt. Instead of being able to pull him down, however, she found herself being pulled upwards.
"Oh, no, put me down!" she demanded.
"No way!" Trunks replied, grabbing hold of her free arm. Goten got a grip on the arm holding his pajama shirt and they lifted her to be supported around their shoulders.
"It's way too cool up here to put you down," Goten said.
"We've gotta let you see," Trunks said.
"Show me later, it's time for bed!" Jasmine told them, wiggling to get free. She thought better of it when she saw how far up they had taken her. "Guys..."
"Let's go to your house Trunks!" Goten said.
"I don't think so, we're all going back to your house Goten. NOW. It's past your bedtime." If she had been standing on the ground, Jasmine would have stomped in her anger and frustration. But she wasn't, so she didn't.
"You have to promise to let us stay up until ten," Trunks said.
"And read us TWO bedtime stories!" Goten added.
Jasmine sighed. They were impossible. "You can stay up until a quarter 'til ten, because I have to have you sleeping before the Sons are home, and yes I'll read you two bedtime stories." She hated to give in to their demands, but when she was several stories in the air, she really didn't have a choice. The boys cheered and zoomed back to the house.
"Can we have some sodas before bed?" Trunks asked innocently once they were inside.
"Absolutely not. You two have had more than enough sugar for one night," Jasmine said. "You two have half an hour before you have to brush your teeth and get into bed if you want to have time for two stories." The boys nodded and ran off to Goten's room.
For half an hour Jasmine worked to clean up the kitchen, stopping every so often to listen for noises from the kids. She heard nothing. When she finished her work a bit early, she decided she had better check on the mischievous pair. What she found surprised her. Both Trunks and Goten were sprawled out on the bed, snoring soundly.
"Psst... hey, kiddos," she whispered, shaking them gently. They reluctantly opened their eyes and blinked sleepily at her. "Did you two brush your teeth yet?" They shook their heads no. "Hurry up and do that, then I'll tell you a story, okay?" Without a word they stumbled to the washroom to brush their teeth. Goten came back with toothpaste foam still clinging to the corners of his mouth. Jasmine gently wiped it away and tucked them into bed.
"What kind of story do you want me to read to you?" she asked, looking at the small collection of children's books sitting on a shelf.
"Make one up," Trunks requested. "About a prince..."
"And his very best friend," Goten finished.
Jasmine smiled. She knew what they wanted. She began a story about the brave prince Tucker and his equally courageous friend Gary. But before she even got to the part where the two best friends were about to rescue a princess from the wicked black knight, the chibis had fallen asleep. She kissed them lightly and tucked the covers around them. "Goodnight," she whispered before shutting the door silently.
"Goodnight princess," Trunks mumbled in his sleep.
"No more black knight," Goten yawned, rolling over and sticking his thumb in his mouth. But Jasmine didn't hear a word.