Chibi Adventures
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Jasmine is mine.
Well, I got all my reviews! Thanks to everyone! And thanks the most to SetoKaiba, who gave me an idea for this chapter.
Chapter 6: Gohan's turn, poor guy!
Monday morning, Gohan and Videl caught up with Jasmine before school. They had heard a bit about her adventures with Trunks and Goten and wanted a first hand account. She was glad to give it to them.
"They're super kids," she said. "But you should've told me they could fly. Boy did they give me a scare! I fainted the first time. And the way they eat is incredible! Do you do that Gohan?" He blushed slightly and nodded, an ashamed grin on his face. Jasmine then resumed her chattering on and on about how great and how fun the boys were.
"It's not often you hear that about the Demonic Duo," Videl told Gohan later. "Most people who are around them think they're little monsters!"
"I think that she charmed them as much as they charmed her," he replied thoughtfully. "Goten talks about her all the time, and Trunks too. They keep asking me to make up stories for them, but when I try they're not happy. 'Jasmine does it better,' they say."
"At least we've found someone who can handle them," Videl said. "That's a big accomplishment. I told you she'd do fine."
"Can you blame me for doubting?"
"No, but I still get to say I told you so."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten tackled his big brother as soon as he was in the door. "Hi Gohan!" he said gleefully. "Mom says that she and Dad were invited to a big grown-up party at Bulma's house, and me and Trunks can't be there, so we get a babysitter!"
"I hope you don't mind watching them Gohan," Chichi said as she entered from the kitchen. "I didn't think you would have plans since it's the weekend before your mid-term tests. You can study as soon as the boys are in bed, and Videl can come over too."
"You mean we don't get to have Jasmine?" Goten whined. "But Mom, you said you'd call her when you needed a babysitter!"
"It's a lot less trouble for Gohan to do it," his mother said sharply. "Besides, Jasmine probably has to study too, only she can't have a friend over here to help if she's babysitting you like Gohan can."
"But Mom!" Goten tried to protest again. Chichi turned back to her work in the kitchen and refused to hear any of it. The little demi-Saiya-jin pouted his way back to his room.
"We'll never hear the end of this one," Gohan mumbled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The party was three weeks later on a Saturday night. Gohan had remained locked away in his room all day except mealtimes, fearing the whining of his brother. For three solid weeks, all that had been heard from the chibi was "Jasmine this," and "Jasmine that," and "Why can't Jasmine be our babysitter?!"
Worst of all, Goten somehow seemed to blame his little crisis, at least in part, on Gohan. To be perfectly honest, Gohan didn't like the situation either. He would much rather have been studying in the peace and quiet of the Satan home, as was the original plan, than trying to endure the noise of the brats. He hadn't told Jasmine, who would've been far too disappointed. But now it was time to face the music. Four o'clock. Time for Trunks to arrive and for the Sons to leave. This is when hell would break loose.
He emerged from his hiding place just a minute or two early to be sure his mother didn't have to retrieve him. He knew that if she had to come after him she would have her frying pan in hand. As much as he had experienced in his lifetime, it was hard to believe that a small woman nearing middle age and wielding only a kitchen utensil could frighten him. But she did. Oh, you bet she did!
He was on the sofa with his math book in hand, ignoring the death glares from Goten, when Trunks arrived. A huge grin was plastered on his face as he waved goodbye to Chichi and Goku. Then he noticed that Gohan and Goten were the only ones around and his face fell.
"Where's Jasmine?" he asked hopefully, though the fact that she wasn't there was painfully obvious.
"You mean they didn't tell you? We got stuck with Gohan this time," Goten pouted.
"Hey, I thought you guys liked me!" Gohan said, sounding hurt.
"Yeah, but Jasmine's awesome! She cooks food and plays games and tells us stories!" Trunks said.
"And she knows how to make me feel better when I have nightmares," Goten added.
"I do all that too," Gohan argued, but he could tell he was beaten. There was no way he could win this one.
"Hey, I know what, we should go visit her!" Goten exclaimed.
"One problem, we don't know where she lives," Trunks pointed out. They sat and began to think as Gohan tried to tell them that they couldn't just go visit her unannounced. All his protests were ignored.
"Gohan knows where she lives, he can take us!" Goten said, jumping to his feet.
"Perfect! Gohan, come show us," Trunks agreed. They took their babysitter by the hands and began to drag him to the door. Fortunately he was strong; otherwise they would have won easily.
"There is no way I'm taking you to her house," he said as he firmly planted his feet. "Mom would kill me if she found out!"
The boys looked at each other and evil grins crept across their faces. "Hey Goten, your mom keeps flour around, doesn't she?" Trunks asked with a wicked edge to his voice.
"You bet," he replied. In a flash both were in the kitchen faster than even Gohan could react. In only a few minutes every surface was coated with a thin film of white powder, including the boys. "There's eggs in the fridge," Goten suggested.
Gohan was already dialing the phone. At Videl's house, a maid answered. "Sorry, but Miss Videl has gone to Erasa's house," she said. He quickly thought through his options. If he called the Briefs' house he would be in as much trouble as the boys for not keeping them in line. There was only one thing to do.
Trunks was just about to toss the first egg against the wall when he heard Gohan saying, "Can I speak to Jasmine please?"
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Jasmine is mine.
Well, I got all my reviews! Thanks to everyone! And thanks the most to SetoKaiba, who gave me an idea for this chapter.
Chapter 6: Gohan's turn, poor guy!
Monday morning, Gohan and Videl caught up with Jasmine before school. They had heard a bit about her adventures with Trunks and Goten and wanted a first hand account. She was glad to give it to them.
"They're super kids," she said. "But you should've told me they could fly. Boy did they give me a scare! I fainted the first time. And the way they eat is incredible! Do you do that Gohan?" He blushed slightly and nodded, an ashamed grin on his face. Jasmine then resumed her chattering on and on about how great and how fun the boys were.
"It's not often you hear that about the Demonic Duo," Videl told Gohan later. "Most people who are around them think they're little monsters!"
"I think that she charmed them as much as they charmed her," he replied thoughtfully. "Goten talks about her all the time, and Trunks too. They keep asking me to make up stories for them, but when I try they're not happy. 'Jasmine does it better,' they say."
"At least we've found someone who can handle them," Videl said. "That's a big accomplishment. I told you she'd do fine."
"Can you blame me for doubting?"
"No, but I still get to say I told you so."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten tackled his big brother as soon as he was in the door. "Hi Gohan!" he said gleefully. "Mom says that she and Dad were invited to a big grown-up party at Bulma's house, and me and Trunks can't be there, so we get a babysitter!"
"I hope you don't mind watching them Gohan," Chichi said as she entered from the kitchen. "I didn't think you would have plans since it's the weekend before your mid-term tests. You can study as soon as the boys are in bed, and Videl can come over too."
"You mean we don't get to have Jasmine?" Goten whined. "But Mom, you said you'd call her when you needed a babysitter!"
"It's a lot less trouble for Gohan to do it," his mother said sharply. "Besides, Jasmine probably has to study too, only she can't have a friend over here to help if she's babysitting you like Gohan can."
"But Mom!" Goten tried to protest again. Chichi turned back to her work in the kitchen and refused to hear any of it. The little demi-Saiya-jin pouted his way back to his room.
"We'll never hear the end of this one," Gohan mumbled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The party was three weeks later on a Saturday night. Gohan had remained locked away in his room all day except mealtimes, fearing the whining of his brother. For three solid weeks, all that had been heard from the chibi was "Jasmine this," and "Jasmine that," and "Why can't Jasmine be our babysitter?!"
Worst of all, Goten somehow seemed to blame his little crisis, at least in part, on Gohan. To be perfectly honest, Gohan didn't like the situation either. He would much rather have been studying in the peace and quiet of the Satan home, as was the original plan, than trying to endure the noise of the brats. He hadn't told Jasmine, who would've been far too disappointed. But now it was time to face the music. Four o'clock. Time for Trunks to arrive and for the Sons to leave. This is when hell would break loose.
He emerged from his hiding place just a minute or two early to be sure his mother didn't have to retrieve him. He knew that if she had to come after him she would have her frying pan in hand. As much as he had experienced in his lifetime, it was hard to believe that a small woman nearing middle age and wielding only a kitchen utensil could frighten him. But she did. Oh, you bet she did!
He was on the sofa with his math book in hand, ignoring the death glares from Goten, when Trunks arrived. A huge grin was plastered on his face as he waved goodbye to Chichi and Goku. Then he noticed that Gohan and Goten were the only ones around and his face fell.
"Where's Jasmine?" he asked hopefully, though the fact that she wasn't there was painfully obvious.
"You mean they didn't tell you? We got stuck with Gohan this time," Goten pouted.
"Hey, I thought you guys liked me!" Gohan said, sounding hurt.
"Yeah, but Jasmine's awesome! She cooks food and plays games and tells us stories!" Trunks said.
"And she knows how to make me feel better when I have nightmares," Goten added.
"I do all that too," Gohan argued, but he could tell he was beaten. There was no way he could win this one.
"Hey, I know what, we should go visit her!" Goten exclaimed.
"One problem, we don't know where she lives," Trunks pointed out. They sat and began to think as Gohan tried to tell them that they couldn't just go visit her unannounced. All his protests were ignored.
"Gohan knows where she lives, he can take us!" Goten said, jumping to his feet.
"Perfect! Gohan, come show us," Trunks agreed. They took their babysitter by the hands and began to drag him to the door. Fortunately he was strong; otherwise they would have won easily.
"There is no way I'm taking you to her house," he said as he firmly planted his feet. "Mom would kill me if she found out!"
The boys looked at each other and evil grins crept across their faces. "Hey Goten, your mom keeps flour around, doesn't she?" Trunks asked with a wicked edge to his voice.
"You bet," he replied. In a flash both were in the kitchen faster than even Gohan could react. In only a few minutes every surface was coated with a thin film of white powder, including the boys. "There's eggs in the fridge," Goten suggested.
Gohan was already dialing the phone. At Videl's house, a maid answered. "Sorry, but Miss Videl has gone to Erasa's house," she said. He quickly thought through his options. If he called the Briefs' house he would be in as much trouble as the boys for not keeping them in line. There was only one thing to do.
Trunks was just about to toss the first egg against the wall when he heard Gohan saying, "Can I speak to Jasmine please?"