Christmas time is here again! Time for major updates! Read all of my stories, for they should all be updated on Christmas Day, unless I am held up in typing (likely). If they are not all updated, prepare for the remainder to be updated sometime before the New Year, and if I can really type, then I should have another chapter out then, then I have to have more out for my one-year anniversary with this site. Unfortunately, the first story that I posted, I removed out of sheer embarrassment!
Note: I know how long to do this, but a lot of this is straight off of the top of my head. When I think of a way to torture Hercule, I go ahead with it. It may lose coherence by doing this, but it makes it all the more funny. Sorry if you like Hercule… but you have to admit…. The boys are great at making a guy go crazy… Also, this chapter is here for comical relief. Do not flame me on the stupidity of some of the occurances!
Chapter 19: Babysitter! Part 2
"Ok, boys, it is time for lunch!" exclaimed Hercule as the boys's eyes lit up with excitement. "What would you like to have?" he asked, though he knew that they couldn't possibly be hungry after all the food they had eaten earlier.
The boys seemed to read his mind, and they decided to pass on the lunch… for now. 'Just wait until dinner,' thought Trunks. Goten was still hungry, but he knew that he would never truly be filled.
"Well, then, what do you boys want to do now?" asked Hercule, as the boys and he left the living room. He was putting on a fake smile in order to let the boys know that they could ask for anything.
After a few seconds of quick thinking, Trunks answered, "We want to go out with you and fight crime!"
Hercule's fake smile faded a bit, but he didn't want to tell the boys "no", so he took them out in his private jet copter, with his driver driving of course, and they flew above the city.
Trunks and Goten watched the scenery around them. Clouds engulfed the jet as they ascended, and soon they were above the clouds. The sun reflected in calm serenity as the jet rode across the sky. Unfortunately for Hercule, they could not stay in that peaceful moment for long. Due to the fact that the clouds blocked their view of seeing the city, the boys ordered that they go down in altitude. For goodness's sakes, they were supposed to be patrolling the city.
As they descended, the space around the jet became darker, and the city looked like a boring bustling of people, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The clouds above them were darker than they had been when on the top, and the all over sight was dreary. Trunks and Goten searched the ground for any strange developments, and sure enough, they saw a robbery happening at the local bank.
"Look, Hercule, this is your chance to prove to the people that you are still the savior of the world!" exclaimed Trunks with fake enthusiasm. The whole purpose of the trip was to make the baboon look like a fool, and he hoped that it would work. Of course, Goten was oblivious to the hidden connotation, and that helped the whole thing seem spontaneous and not planned out.
As the jet lowered, Hercule's ears popped, and when they reached the ground, he could barely hear a thing. The mixture of his popped ears and the previous sound of the jet made him deaf. Trunks noticed this, and milked the development for all it was worth.
"Hey Hercule, I have to go to the bathroom," said Trunks as he watched the supposed savior of the earth try to read his lips.
"What was that?" asked Hercule, cupping his hand to his ear like an old man.
Just for kicks and giggles, Trunks said, "I said, you are the dumbest man I have ever met,"
"I am the strongest man you ever met?" asked Hercule, loudly, his old man attitude still visible on all of his features. "Why, think you so much!"
"Whatever you say, Dummy!"
"Did you just call me a gummy?"
"No, but now that you think about it, that is what your brain is!" Trunks continued, not letting his mouth be read.
"Can you repeat that? I cannot hear you!"
"Nothing, Tramp," Trunks said.
"I am the Champ, aren't I?" asked Hercule. Trunks was tired of the charade for now, so he just let Hercule get his hearing back for a few seconds. "I can hear!" exclaimed Hercule like a giddy schoolgirl when his hearing came back.
"Now that that's out of the way, didn't we come down to see you kick some major evil butt?" asked Trunks, in complete control of the situation.
"Right… hehe… Are you sure that you want to see me fight?" asked Hercule, "I mean, you saw the videos and such…"
"But we want to see you in action!" exclaimed Goten.
"And if you don't hurry, the police will catch the bad guys before you even have a shot at it, and then we can just tell the world that you were too busy to save the world again, because you were BABYSITTING two little boys!"
Without a second thought, Hercule ran into the scene.
"I am the great and wonderful Hercule! I will save this bank from robbers!" and then he charged at the robbers… armed robbers – big mistake. They were shaking in their boots for a second, until they remembered that they had guns, and the great and wondrous Hercule did not have any weapons, save his body. The leader raised his gun, and prepared to shoot.
X.XBut, just in time, Hercule was pushed out of the way. He looked up, and saw the Great Saiyaman push him, then attack each of the robbers.
"Hercule, so nice to see you are in good health," said the Great Saiyaman, in his usual fake low voice, "It truly is an honor to save the one that saved the world."
"Listen here, boy, I don't need you to save me! And, to add to that, why are you always with my daughter? I thought that getting a sidekick for her would keep her away from you, so why don't you just leave and go to another city! This city has enough crime-stoppers as it is!" Hercule ranted as the two boys came over to the scene.
"Hi Saiyaman!" said Goten, remembering the lecture that he had received about talking to his brother when in the suit.
"Look, Goten, this is what they call a vigilante. Vigilantes should all be burned at the stake," Hercule ground out.
"OK," said Saiyaman, "I'll just go tell Videl that you are planning to kill her. Oh, and when do you want to die?" joked Saiyaman, watching Hercule's anger pour off of him in torrents.
"My daughter, her sidekick, and I are allowed to fight crime. You are not, because you get in the way of the police. Besides, because you wear that mask, no one is sure if you are a criminal or not."
"I can assure you that I have no criminal records. I think that someone is just a little peeved that I am taking a little bit of your fame."
"No, I am just concerned for the well-being of the city. Now, tell me now why you wear that mask, before I take it off of you," Hercule threatened.
"I am sorry that you are unable to think of a reason, so I think I'll just tell you. I do not want my family to be trampled on by the media. I want a private life aside from my crime fighting. You see, I have seen people who openly do things such a fight crime, and their enemies will attack their family and friends. It has happened to my friends, and I know that it can happen to me."
"Ain't it the truth," agreed Trunks, "my mom if famous, and some days I don't like to be part of the family, because then that means that I have to deal with the people who want to harm my mother. She has a few business rivals, and they have planned a few attacks on the house, as all famous people have to deal with."
"I never knew that you had to deal with people attacking your house," said Goten, "Every time I go to your house, things are safe."
"That's because we don't want to scare you when the bad guys come. Our guards are strong, and Dad says that this is a time of peace against his own enemies. Geez, Goten, sometimes I really wonder if you have a brain or not!"
"Boys, if you would stop bickering, then we can see the robbers be taken to jail…… wait, where are they?" asked Hercule, seeing that everyone had left, save a few people who wanted Hercule and Saiyaman's signatures.
"The police took them away while we were arguing. So, Hercule, why do you have boys with you? Are you… babysitting?" asked Saiyaman, who was thinking, 'This is SO much better than being in school right now! Thank goodness that there were two things going on right now! When Videl is done with her mission, I will tell her what happened here. Now, to watch the man squirm.'
"Why would I baby-sit?" asked Hercule, fakely laughing at the thought.
"I don't know, but it sure looks like you are babysitting these boys. There is nothing wrong with babysitting, it is just a little weird having the savior of the world baby-sit two little boys," said Saiyaman knowingly.
"We're not little," argued Trunks. Then, for his own amusement, he said, "Hey, shouldn't you be going? Oh, look, there's a frying pan in the sky!"
The four looked up, two of them looked with horror, one looked with a smile on his face, and the last looked with a look of confusion.
Saiyaman took off to the skies as Goten gave Trunks a hard time, "That was not funny!" he exclaimed, "You know that I am afraid of frying pans, and you should be too if you knew what was good for you!"
"Why are you afraid of frying pans?" asked Hercule, confused to the point of no conceivable return.
"Mom has a frying pan that she…" Goten started, but Trunks put his hand over his mouth, and then finished the statement.
"What he was saying was that his mom has a frying an that she fries stiff with, and she takes food straight from the frying pan onto their plates, and because she is always moving so fast, she often gets food on them!" Trunks covered.
"I wasn't saying that!" exclaimed Goten, "What I was going to say was that Mom has a frying pan that she uses to hit us in the head with when we are bad."
"That's just a threat, Goten," Trunks tried to cover up. 'Great, now Hercule's going to think that we are a bunch of abused kids, and he will call the police or something… wait for it….'
But, Hercule did not do that. Instead, he laughed and said, "That's one way to get you youngsters to behave, I guess. Does she use it on Gohan?"
"Of course!" Goten exclaimed, "He gets it almost as often as I get it! But, she hasn't used it recently on him, because he is never home."
"Mr. Hercule," Trunks said, "I want to head back to your mansion and play a video game. Can we go now?"
"Of course," and then they got into the jet, and flew above the clouds once again, to the Satan Mansion. The sun still reflected on the clouds, but no one cared this time around. Hercule's ego was still hurt after listening to Great Saiyaman laugh at him. 'Who is that punk, anyway?' he asked himself, 'One day, he just comes out of nowhere, and there seems to be no way of ridding the city of him. I thought that getting my Videl a sidekick would rid the city of him forever, but I was wrong…'
Before he could think of anything else, Goten interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Satan, I got to go potty," he managed to say in the cutest voice he could.
"Can you wait until we land?" asked a horrified Hercule.
"Ummm…" Goten thought for a second, "How far away are we?"
"About ten minutes," replied Hercule, hoping that it was enough time.
"No, I got to go NOW!" he cried.
"Driver, speed up the jet! We must get to the mansion before he wets himself all over my new jet!"
So, they sped up, going faster and faster with every second, until they reached the maximum for the jet. They were almost to the mansion, when a police jet caught up with them. They were ordered to land, a mere mile from their destination.
"Don't you know who I am? I am the Great Hercule! How dare you pull me over?" asked Hercule.
"Su-u-u-u-u-re you are Hercule. I wasn't born yesterday. You must be the tenth person this week who has tried to weasel their way out of a ticket by pretending to be a celebrity! I have had someone say they were Bulma Briefs, Yamcha Bandit, Videl Satan, and someone even said that he was Master Roshi! As if those famous people would be roaming the streets, speeding at their own leisure. Not while I'm on duty!
"You were heavily speeding," the police officer continued, "And furthermore, if you want to pretend to be someone famous, don't try to say that you are Hercule. It damages his reputation, and he doesn't need anyone else to join up against him!"
The police officer would have continued, but Hercule's attention was diverted to a little boy who grabbed at his pant leg. "I don't got to go anymore," said Goten, while Hercule freaked out, and the police officer handed him the ticket.
END CHAPTER
Sorry this doesn't flow very well, but I was trying to get this out by a deadline. I want this and four more chapters out by Sunday morning… Right now it is Thursday at 7:17 PM, and I have one more to write. I cannot write anything on Saturday, and tomorrow looks bleak. Look over all of my stories for updates!