Ummmm…. sorry once again for making you wait? Ummm, well, I don't have any reasonable excuses except that I now have my first boyfriend! All you make-out obsessed people should be rejoicing right now. That means that I ACTUALLY have SOME experience in that area (coughcough) . Enjoy!
Chapter 18: Babysitter! Part 1 (FINALLY!)
After the Sleeping Beauty incident, Gohan received a phone call from his one and only mother. She was asking him when they could get a baby-sitter for the trip. She and Bulma were to leave tomorrow, and they needed to make sure that their two boys would be in capable hands for one of the days. Gohan assured them that the babysitter they had chosen would take care of the two, and nothing would go wrong.
Gohan hung up the phone and watched Hercule fume about the Sleeping Beauty incident. He had not tried any punishments on her, yet, but Gohan wanted to make sure that nothing happened to Videl. Gohan seemingly out of nowhere started speaking, or so it seemed.
"So, Hercule, do you like kids?" Gohan asked.
The comment caught Hercule's attention, and was taken the wrong way. "Oh no you don't," started Hercule, "I DO NOT give you permission to get my only daughter pregnant! You two are only 17, and you havn't proven to me that you are capable of taking care of a family, especially when the family that you want to take care of is my only daughter, and my only grandkids that I would get out of you two's union." Hercule ranted on and on like that until Gohan, and Videl, were both flushed to the color of a ripe tomato.
"I didn't mean like that!" started Gohan, "I was just asking of you like kids in general!"
"Oh, in that case, uhhh, of course I like kids! They convince their parents to buy my merchandise, and they are easily manipulated. Did you know that more than half of my merchandise is targeted at the kids, so that they get me lots of money?"
"That wasn't the answer I was looking for…" mumbled Gohan.
"You mean you exploit the naivety ((is that a word?)) of little children? You are almost as bad as the Fast Food industry!" exclaimed Videl.
"Ummmmmmm…." Started Hercule, unable to give any response to the truthful allegations that he indeed exploited the fragile minds of children across the world.
"Regardless," began Gohan, "I still want to know how you would feel about babysitting a pair of children, aged 7 and 8. Will you do it?"
Hercule almost laughed his head off. "You think that I, Hercule, savior of the world, would stoop so low as to baby-sit two little kids? I don't think so!"
"But, Hercule, I thought you liked to exploit little kids?" asked Gohan, trying to trap the supposed savior of the earth.
"Yeah, but….."
"Then, you should know that if you did this, then it would make people see you as a children's man, and you would get more profits."
"Profit?" Hercule as his eyes seemed to take on the shape of $$ signs.
"Oh, and Dad," said Videl, "If you don't do it, then I will be forced to show THIS picture to the reporters." Videl reached into her pocket, and pulled out a picture of Hercule in his boxers ((gross sight…..)) singing in front of a mirror. His boxers were some of his own merchandise, and like the swim trunks from previous chapters, had his face on the butt. The microphone that he was using was a bottle of instant tan, and his hair was wet, sticking to his face. All in all, it was a VERY disturbing picture.
Hercule gasped and tried to reach for the picture, but Videl put it back in her pocket—the back one. No way would her dad even TRY to reach it there.
"When will I have to do this?" asked Hercule sullenly.
"Wednesday, sir," said Gohan, fakely saluting. "Oh, and the two boys you will be babysitting are my little brother and his evil friend, the son of Bulma Briefs. I promised my brother that you would baby-sit him, so Videl and I will make ourselves inconspicuous as you deal with the two little monsters. Just, one thing, don't leave any sugar-coated substances out in the open."
"I would think that I know how to deal with little boys. I mean, I was one, at one point many years ago. If you and Videl want to leave the house, then you may, but only on that day. Besides, I want some bonding time with the two little boys. Just watch them not be as rowdy as you think that they are!"
"It's your funeral," stated Gohan as he and Videl walked out of the room to go watch some more movies.
Tuesday moved through quickly, and soon it was Wednesday morning. Vegeta dropped the two boys of right before Videl and Gohan left for school, this time in the jet. They were going to have a camping trip after school that day, to avoid Hercule and the boys's "bonding" time.
Begin Baby-sit!
Trunks and Goten stifled laughs at the pathetic Hercule's attempts at making them like him. He screamed at them, boasting all of "his" wonderful deeds, even though they were right there and could easily hear him. They also knew that he was not the one who had done those things, but they didn't wasnt to burst the poor man's bubble. No, he would find out soon enough about the truth. As for now, they sat at his feet and listened to the bogus that ensued from his mouth, laughing inwardly at everything that he said.
The first thing on the agenda was to have breakfast. The two hadn't eaten yet, so Hercule invited then to the kitchen. The cooks prepared food for them, but it was hardly enough… for two growing demi-saiyans, at least. Hercule would have thought that there would have been left-overs, seeing as he provided more than enough food for two little boys.
"This isn't enough food!" whined a little Goten, holding his belly as it growled for about the 50th time since the meal had begun.
"That can't be possible! Cook has already given you an ENTIRE chicken! How much more can your little stomach eat?" asked a befuddled Hercule.
Trunks was not much better off. Unlike Goten, he didn't change his schedule just because of a little hunger—it was easy to get used to—but he still was hungry, and he might as well eat while he can.
"THAT'S IT!" screamed the cook, "I have to COOK and COOK and COOK ALL day long, and the only thanks that I get is 'cook more. I like your food.' If you want food so badly, then make it yourself!" and with that, she stomped out of the room. Hercule knew that she would be back by the end of the week, but, he needed someone to feed these starved boys now.
"Mister Hercule, can you cook us something?" asked Goten, with his cutest look on his face.
"Umm, well, I never cooked anything, except with my mother, but…I've got it! We can make my mother's famous sugar cookies!" Hercule exclaimed as the boys's eyes lit up with joy at the word "sugar". If only Hercule knew what he was getting himself into…
"Yeah, this reminds me of the old days," Hercule said as he kneaded the dough, a large baker's hat graced his head. He whistled his favorite children's song from so long ago that no one, not even he, knew the name of it. The Chibis's eyes grew bigger and bigger as he added two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, TWELVE cups of sugar to the mixture. Had the dough been measured in cups, it would have added up to be about 14 cups.
The cookies were soon in the oven, and the boys were allowed to lick the bowls, for there were two just for this purpose, clean. The boys's eyes glazed over at the sheer happiness. Minutes later, the cookies were finished, and they inhaled their sweetness. Hercule ate only one of the cookies, and he was feeling a bit of a sugar rush. He had no idea what to do when the sugar rush grasped full hold on the boys. Had he half a brain, he would have run far, far away, and never shown his face in polite society ever again.
Next on the agenda set by the little boys was a training spar. Hercule, oblivious to the fact of their previous training under more capable leaders, began the training.
"Now, first, you two must prove your power by punching me as hard as you can right here," he said as he pointed to his chest.
Trunks and Goten both hesitated, but Goten made the first attack. Hercule was pushed a few feet away, and looked in much pain. However, he played off the pain with a laugh, pretending that it really was nothing. Trunks took that as a sign of foolery, and attacked even harder to get it through the man's think skull that the boys were not weaklings.
Hercule was pushed across the room, and hit the concrete wall sitting on the other side of the room. Had Hercule not attempted to stop himself, he would have crashed through the wall. But, he saw the upcoming danger, and braced himself for the upcoming trauma. Trunks and Goten were on their backs, laughing hysterically at the sight playing before them.
Hercule picked his body up, dusting off any small pieces of concrete that might be found on his brown outfit. He marched over to the Chibis, eyeing them dangerously.
"YOU TWO ARE IN TIME-OUT!" he yelled as he drug the two boys out of the training room by the scuff of their necks. They protested, but had many plans to use the punishment to their advantage.
They were told to sit in a certain room for two hours, and they did so willingly. Trunks took out a holographic projector, with the layout of the Satan Mansion showing. He and Goten plotted for what felt like forever to them, but to a very bruised baby-sitter, felt like only a minute.
Hercule sat in his easy chair and sipped lemonade as he looked back at the things he had done during his life span. Any time with those two children was enough to make someone really take into appreciation their lives.
The two hours were now up, and they had not even begun to have fun yet. Upon being freed, Goten asked where the bathroom was, though he knew very well where it was. He was to plant toy spiders in the bathtub, shower, toilet seat, sink, and floor. Also, he was carrying some permanent markers, the use for which will be revealed at a later time.
Trunks, on the other hand, asked to be allowed to roam the house. He promised that he would be back in a few minutes, and he would be a good boy. Hercule, the most gullible person on the face of the planet, bought the innocent act, and soon Trunks was free inside the mansion. Domestic terrorism was his specialty, and the best part was that there was no way that he could get into trouble. Hercule didn't have enough guts to talk to his mom. And, Goten had Gohan to cover for him. The plan was fool proof.
Hercule noticed that the boys were gone for an extended amount of time. "Boys!" he called, "Where are you? I wanted to show you a movie!" The two appeared from whence they had gone, begging to know the name of the movie.
"Well, it is the reenactment of the Cell Games!" he exclaimed. The boys feigned excitement, and they watched it, laughing at the ridiculous outfits and lines of the characters. They were offended, but there was nothing to do but laugh at the hysterical presentation.
Lunchtime came as the credits rolled at the end.
END CHAPTER
So, the babysitter was indeed Hercule! Poor guy! Well, this was only part one. I don't know how many I will do, but I do know that I will add some Gohan/Videl fluff at one point or another during the baby-sitting phase. But, I have to wait until it comes up chronologically.
Ciao!
Ja ne!
Bye!