I wish I owned DBZ, but I don't. I own DVD's and tapes, but it just isn't the same. I also don't own the right to Starcraft or any of the music pieces you see selected, just copies of merchandise, such a shame. The artists that created them are geniuses and we all must bow to them.
Chapter 1: Baby Sitters worst nightmare
"You're kidding right?" I asked, not believing the situation before me.
"No, I am not the kidding type," Vegeta said.
"Humph, no argument there," I grunted slightly. It had been about a month since Buu's destruction, and life was going rather well even though all I ever did was train with the Saiyan prince. But he was asking me to do something I really didn't want any part of. Training under five hundred times gravity is better than this!
"Please Verto, you're the closest thing they have to a brother and are probably the only one capable of keeping those two from destroying the house while were gone. Not to mention keeping the babysitters alive," Bulma said, holding me tight by the shoulders. Over the past nine months I had grown accustomed to Bulma's mother like care for me and began referring to her as such even though it wasn't a relation.
"Besides, we're only going to be gone for a few days, and the babysitter we hired promised to stay so long as we pay for the whole four days. Four days won't be too bad, all you have to do is wear them down in the gravity room and they'll behave. And keep them away from the sugar!" Mom was almost begging me now. She did this because she knew it would work.
My heart melted into a puddle, "Fine, I'll keep the cretins under wraps, but don't be surprised when they destroy something. They have an outdated history for that ya know!" I said.
Mom hugged me tight, "Oh thank you kid, we'll bring ya back a girlfriend or something okay?" Mom gave my hanging tail a pet for good luck.
"I don't need a girlfriend, I'll need pain killers for the headache I'm gonna have," I muttered a little too loudly.
"Oh it won't be that bad," she tried to reassure me again, to no avail.
"In the extreme likely case that they do blow up the house, where can I reach you?" I asked, being rather serious.
"I'll have my private cell phone in the capsule house, you remember the number by now don't you?"
"Of course, all of the babysitters for the past two weeks have called it within an hour and I supplied the number," I groaned some more.
"If all else fails you can just contact Kakarot's first brat or the Namek, they will be able to reach us," Vegeta suggested. I nodded, not letting the scowl erase from my face. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Since it was evening time, there was no one in the lobby to answer as Mrs. Briefs went to bed early and the employees had all gone home. Using patented ki sense, I reached out and found Goku and Chichi outside, along with half of the terrible twosome. As soon as the door opened, an orange blur flew through and into the hallways.
"Bye Mom, Bye Daddy!" Goten was already in Trunks room by the time we turned our heads.
"Whatever you do Goku, don't ever teach him Instant Transmission," Mom said, glaring down the hallway.
"I'll second that," I muttered.
"So are we already to go?" Chichi asked, gazing down at me.
"Just about, we need to wait for the sitter to show up, and frankly need to prepare her," Mom explained.
"I thought Verto was hanging behind to prevent such problems," Goku asked, looking at me.
"It was his suggestion last time we ate out," Vegeta snapped back into the conversation.
"So where are you going anyway?" I asked, not having been told the details.
"A far off island in the sea, it's pretty far from any civilization, about eight hundred miles south of here," Mom said.
"Are you sure about this Bulma, leaving those two here. You know what that leads to in just one night, never mind four days!" Chichi asked.
"I'm not worried, and if all else fails and the babysitter backs out. Verto will either have to deal with them himself, or get a new one," she beamed at me. Oh great, just fucking great! Now if, no, WHEN they fuck up then I have to find another one or do it myself! Shit, this is not my lucky day. All right, calm down Verto. Don't curse out loud in front of Chichi or your headache will start early. You've been in tougher spots than this…
"I better get the want ads up first thing in the morning," I snorted.
"I have to agree with you boy, better use the gravity chamber to it's maximum!" Vegeta laughed at me. A car drove up in the street, before vanishing as the owner had put it into capsule form.
A pretty girl with shoulder length brown hair walked up, "Mrs. Briefs?"
"Ah, Brenda, good to see you. Well everything is ready, and don't worry about cooking, the robots will take care of that. You would just burn yourself out if you tried!" Mom laughed slightly along with her. I quickly put my tail back into its waist wrapped position just as her eyes made their way to me.
"Is this Trunks, Mrs. Briefs? He looks a lot like your husband!" Brenda asked. My eyes widened in horror in tune with Vegeta's, but at least I didn't have to restrain myself from blasting her right there.
"No that's not Trunks, that is Verto, my other, son. He will be assisting you with Trunks and the other brat Goten," Vegeta quickly said after Mom grabbed his wrists and was tapping them slightly when Brenda wasn't looking.
"Oh so I'm watching three of them. Well that shouldn't be any big deal, with the money you're paying me," she looked slightly happy at the thought.
"By the way Brenda, did you bring the things we told you to bring?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, even though it sounded strange. Several extra things to wear besides the four days of clothes. A helmet, paint thinner, several mouth guards, three pairs of knee and elbow pads, and a lot of pain and stress reliever pills," she summed up her list while patting her suitcase capsule safely in her pocket.
"A few other things, first of all, Verto has all of the emergency numbers memorized, but there are several lists spread around the house. One in your guestroom, one in Verto's room, one in each bathroom and a few in the kitchen and lobby. Don't let them have any sugar if you can help it. Don't fall for the puppy dog eyes when they beg, and don't ever go into the room I told you about earlier," Mom said, a slightly stern tone.
"Right, the gravity room, or whatever you said it was," Brenda said, clearly not taking her very seriously.
"Now the daytime should be pretty easy, Verto will keep them occupied in that room during the day. Mealtimes shouldn't be too horrible as long as the robots don't break down. Nighttime will be the worst, I suggest you stay up during the night so they don't sneak down for the fridge. Get your sleep during the morning, you're gonna need it," Mom suggested again.
"Really Mrs. Briefs, you must take me for an amateur. I've sat for hundreds of kids and never had any problems. I'm sure I can handle these three," Brenda snorted slightly. I almost expected an explosion, but Mom's low ki remained calm.
I spoke for her instead, "You're about to have problems for the first time then." In the distance of the halls, my ears picked up on a crash, a faint one.
"Oh great, it's already started," Vegeta said.
"I think that was just the bookshelf, so far," I muttered. While Mom and Chichi were giving Brenda last minute precautions, Vegeta and Goku pulled me aside.
"Here, Kakarot and I got the emergency weapon for you, use it as needed," he said, handing me a small capsule that had a wristband attached to it.
"What is it?"
"The emergency weapon that works every time, Bulma had made spares just in case one broke," Vegeta smirked slightly and stood back up.
"Good luck Verto, you'll need it!" Goku said as they headed for the door.
"Goodbye son, try not to kill them!" Mom said as Chichi gave me a wave on their way out the door.
"Now it begins," I whispered, turning to face the babysitter.
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"No offense kid, but your parents are paranoid!" Brenda began as she looked around the lobby curiously.
"And they have every right to be. This will be the toughest challenge you will ever face, I hope you're ready," I said, beckoning her to follow me down the right hallway.
"You three aren't going to intentionally create trouble are you?" she asked, trying her best tough attitude voice.
"Me, no, I'm the enforcer. However do me one favor, if they go wild during the night and I'm not up yet, get me up," I said, walking with my arms crossed Vegeta style. I stopped at the beginning of the hallway, where a punch clock was attached to the wall. Since Mom and Vegeta never knew how long the babysitters stuck around, I suggested they use it so I could clock them out when the sitters ran for the hills, which usually happened within two hours. I pressed a button and a card popped out.
"Write your name at the top please," I handed her a pen.
"What is this a time clock?"
"Yes, but don't worry, you aren't paid by the hour. You punch in now and punch out in four days, if you last that long," I added a slight warning tone at the end. She wrote in her name and clocked in, then proceeded to follow me. We walked for a few more meters when we came to the stairway.
"That goes upstairs to the bedrooms, watch it around here because they like to scare people by jumping out at you," I suggested, though her low ki level told me she wasn't paying much attention. Well this fool is going down fast.
"Here is the living room, you'll probably spend little time here unless it's resting," I said, flipping on a light. We walked some more and passed the gravity room warning signs.
"Is that the gravity room?" she asked.
"Yes, I strongly suggest you stay away from there at all times if you can help it. If you need to get a hold of us while in there, either press the green button here, or dial emergency code seven on your list. That will ring me directly while I'm in there!"
"You make it sound as if the world is gonna end soon," she said, sounded barely concerned.
"Girl, I'm telling you all this for your own safety. You'll be lucky to come out of this with minor injuries. Why do you think my mother is paying you ten thousand zeni a day?"
"Listen here young man, what me and your mother discuss is none of your business; nor is my payment!" she snorted angrily.
I stopped before flashing her a sly smile, "Good, you'll need that kind of attitude." With that said I walked ahead to the kitchen with her trailing behind me.
"Here is the area you'll need to be on alert for. We have a few security systems that go off in the middle of the night if one of them decides to make an appearance, but by the time it goes off it is too late. The code is three-one-six-five-zero-zero. Punch that into the keypad over there if you need to fix something late. They don't know the code, but Trunks might be able to break it, he inherited her hacking skills. The alarm will alert me in my room and in yours, hopefully one of us can get down here quick enough to stop them before they break out the sugar," I explained carefully, though it looked to be going in one ear and out the other. "Did you get all of that?" I repeated for her.
"Listen you little punk, I have an unblemished sitting record and I will not have it tarnished on a paranoid family. Just leave everything to me, I know what I'm doing!" Brenda declared. I had seen this before, it wasn't the first time I had crossed paths with the baby sitters. But Mom and Vegeta both asked me to prep them as best I could, even if they didn't pay heed, that way they couldn't sue us for damages.
"Okay, well I've done everything that I can. Nice knowing ya," I said, walking slowly back to the living room. She followed a few minutes later.
"Brenda, I do have one question, do you have any friends that have sat for us before?" I asked over the head of the couch.
"A few I think, my friend Diane said you guys were just angels!"
"Diane, oh you mean no neck? Was she drunk when she told you that?"
Brenda shot me a hard stare, "No, she hasn't come back to school since she's recovering from her accident. Why?"
"Did she say what her accident was?" I asked, giving her a knowing look.
"Yes, she tripped and fell down the stairs at her house, breaking her arm and leg and several vertebrae and had to be hospitalized. I didn't ask her until I visited after I took the job," Brenda kept up her hard stare.
"Ah, Memory loss. Yeah she was pretty shaken when she left here. No doubt it caused a pretty big shock, assuming she was awake for it all. She was right about the stairs part," I said, sighing at the memory.
"What do you mean memory loss?" she asked, sounding concerned now.
"Well if she had told you what really happened, you wouldn't have taken the job. I guarantee it," I said, turning and looking for the remote.
"Look Mr. Difficult, I've run across kids like you before and have handled it every time, my friend Angela said that you were a bit difficult also," Brenda was glaring heat at me now. Hmmm, Angela must have been the last one with the boyfriend, that's one couple that will probably never go into a haunted house again after what Gotenks did.
"I'm warning you for your own good. I really don't care if you listen or not, and I'd guesstimate you're going to start your difficult night in about five seconds," I said.
"I don't need any warning from some asshole kid who thinks he's better than me, you hear? Why I have the right mind to smack you a good ONE!" She yelled the last part as two blurs had tackled her to the ground from behind.
"Right on time boys, you're getting better at this," I said, clicking a stopwatch I had laid out. Brenda was still eating part of the carpet as the orange blur otherwise known as Goten finally got off her.
"Verto, can we have some cookies, pwueessse!" Goten begged with all his might with the Son puppy eyes of doom.
"Yeah big brother, I want some too, don't you want some?" The blue blur known as Trunks got up and mimicked his orange counterpart. It's funny for him to call me big brother when I was actually a little shorter than he was. I was after all eight years old just like he was, but my brain sure as hell wasn't that young.
"How many times have you asked me?" I said, standing on the couch and leaning over the backside.
"Countless!"
"And how many times have I said yes?"
"None!" They whined.
"Well there you have it, you have answered your own question," I declared before sitting down again. Brenda had picked herself up at this point, making her presence known to the brats.
Goten set about giggling right away, "Look Trunks, another witch!"
"Guess we'll have to take care of her too!" Trunks snickered. I sighed and changed the channel, it was going to be a long four days.