Babysitting Trunks: Part 2

Women Troubles

By Ice Queen

Authors rant: Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.

Warning: Blatant exploitation of the two Trunks, and their cuteness. But what do you expect from a died-in-the-wool female? Be careful guys, you might find this one uncomfortable. Girls, you're gonna enjoy this one!

M. Trunks woke up slowly, subconsciously noticing a solid weight on his chest. He looked down to find C. Trunks sprawled on top of him, drooling on his favorite wife-beater. They were on the living room coach, surrounded by every type of junk food known to man; left over ravages from the movie marathon that they had waged the night before.

He looked over at the clock to see what time it was. 12:00... P.M.!!!! He had to get C. Trunks to school! And from the looks of things, really quickly! He jumped up, knocking C. Trunks to the floor.

"Waz' wrong?" C. Trunks asked groggily.

"WHAT'S WRONG? I'll tell you what's wrong!!!! You're four hours late for school, that's what's wrong! It mom finds about this she'll have both of our butts in a sling! So get moving, already!" He grabbed his younger self by the arm, and dragged him out the door, barely giving C. Trunks time to grab his stuff.

C. Trunks was rubbing at his eyes. "Why don't we just call in sick?" He ended that statement with a jaw-cracking yawn. He didn't see what the big deal was. His dad called in sick for him all the time so that they could train but he didn't want to piss off M. Trunks right now, he seemed irritated enough already. Anyways, M. Trunks wasn't listening to him at all, so C. Trunks decided not to waste his breath.

M. Trunks flew at top speed all the way to the elementary school. He dragged C. Trunks to his classroom, and was about to leave when C. Trunks' teacher, Ms. Shrapnel came out into the hall.

"Would you mind telling me why Trunks is..." Ms. Shrapnel's sentence stopped abruptly and her mouth dropped open as she got a better look at the person she was talking to. "Well, Hello... You must be new around here." Trunks was starting to get antsy. He wasn't used to being looked at like that; it made him feel like he was being hunted.

"Um... Yeah, I am." He REALLY wanted out of there. "I'm, uh, Trunk's uncle. Sorry about being late, and all, I'm not really used to taking care of a kid." THAT was the understatement of the century.

"Oh, so YOU'RE the one taking care of Trunks for the month. Mrs. Vegeta-Briefs told me that someone would be, but she didn't tell me that they would be so ruggedly handsome." She sauntered up to him and started playing with the collar of his jacket.

Trunks palms were starting to sweat. Strangely enough, he wasn't used to dealing with situations like this. "Um, Uh... I've got to go now. It was nice meeting you, but I have something really important to do, so, um... Goodbye." He looked over her shoulder and waved a quick goodbye to his younger self, then ran out the door.

"Wait! Are you single?" She was too late; he was already halfway home. She fell against the nearest wall and sighed. "What a hottie!" She fanned herself with her hand to emphasize the point. ***********************

Trunks collapsed onto the couch, and breathed a sigh of relief at being away from that strange woman. HOW did crazy people like that get jobs working with children? Parents should be more careful about the types of people teaching their children. Who knew what kind of freaks teachers like that could turn kids into? **Oh well, not my problem.** He grabbed one of the nearby bags of potato chips, and started munching.

"I wonder if I Love Lucy is on." He grabbed the remote and started flipping channels. This month might not be as bad as he thought it would be. At least he had cable. ****************

C. Trunks was drooling on his desk. He hadn't responded to anything for the last hour; his teacher had already broken three rulers on his desk, and she still hadn't figured out a way to wake him up.

"Maybe I should call that hunk of an uncle to see if he has any ideas." She told herself. She gave the class a reading assignment and went to find a phone. When she finally found one she called Trunks house, only to get the busy signal. **Who could he be talking to? I hope it's not a girlfriend! ** She went back to her classroom, traumatized. Needless to say, C. Trunks got to sleep through class that day. ******************

"Hey, George. This is Trunks, over at the C.C. Building... Yeah, I'm the guy who called before. Well, I'm, um, my nephew is about to get home, and I'm going to need another twenty pizzas. Yeah, we do eat a lot. No, but my mom might want to buy some shares when she gets back. All right, you know how to get here by now, right? Good. Bye." He hung the phone up. Now all he had to do was go pick up Trunks and try to avoid the crazy lady.

He had decided not to fly, because he had noticed some of the kids on the playground giving him funny looks this morning. Instead he was riding one of Bulma's newest models of hover bikes, which, of course, appealed to any female watching, and several of the supervising teachers fainted at the sight. He got off the bike and looked around for C. Trunks among the masses of swarming children. He couldn't find him, so he went to his classroom. ** Great. Now I have to deal with the crazy lady again. ** He thought with a scowl.

As he was walking through the crowd, one of the little girls looked up at him. "Hey mister! You look like my boyfriend! His name is Trunks." He looked down at the little girl, and grinned.

"You wouldn't happen to be Suzy would you?" He asked. He had to admit that his younger self had good taste. She was a cute little redhead with large green eyes. She grinned back at him.

"Uh huh." She said. "But don't tell him that I like him, would you? It's a secret." Trunks tried not to laugh. C. Trunks was going to have his hands full with that one.

"I won't." He promised and then headed on into the school. He found his younger counter part asleep at his desk, and laughed. He knew they should have stopped after the third Jackie Chan movie.

"Hey Trunks! I ordered pizza!" M. Trunks yelled in his ear. C. Trunks woke up with a jerk and looked around, searchingly.

"Pizza? Where? I want some!" He looked up to see M. Trunks laughing his head off. "You lied to me you jerk! There isn't any pizza here!" He jumped out of his desk and onto M. Trunks, who fell down because he was caught off guard. He was playfully beating on the still-laughing M. Trunks when his teacher came in.

"TRUNKS!!!! How dare you hit my poor baby like that?!! Get off of him right this instance!"

The two Trunks looked up at her in utter shock. C. Trunks was the first one to regain his bearings, because M. Trunks was still trying to reconcile himself to being called 'Poor Baby' by someone other then his mother.

"We were just playing, Ms. Shrapnel. We didn't mean any harm." C. Trunks gave her his 'I'm a little angel' smile, grabbed his older self, and ran.

"Hey, Trunks?" M. Trunks asked, hesitantly. "Do you think we could go get my hover bike? I left it out front." C. Trunks nodded, and changed coarse. He slowed down once they were almost to the bike. They had passed little Suzy (Is it just me, or does she remind you of the girl on Johnny Bravo?) But C. Trunks hadn't even glanced at her.

When they reached the hover cycle, they saw her waving. "Bye mister!" She yelled to M. Trunks, then she went back to talking to her friends, completely ignoring C. Trunks.

"Bye Suzy!" M. Trunks called back. C. Trunks just crossed his arms over his chest and Hmphed. M. Trunks revved the motor and headed out. He looked over at C. Trunks, and grinned. "She's cute, huh?" C. Trunks just scowled. "A guy would be pretty lucky to get a girl like her." They pulled up in front of the C.C. building, and got off. C. Trunks stormed off as M. Trunks capsulated the bike.

When they got into the building, C. Trunks turned and threw his backpack at M. Trunks. "You might look like me, and you might have my parents, and my cat, and my house, but you CAN'T HAVE MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!!" With that said he turned and stomped off to his room.

He collapsed on his bed and started to think. What would be the best way to get revenge for this? He wasn't mad at Suzy, no, she was just a girl, and girls always like pretty boys, right? This was all M. Trunks fault, he was the one who would pay. He leaned over and grabbed his phone.

"Hi Son Goku! Is Goten there? Hey, Goten. Do you think you could come over for a while? Yeah? Cool. Hurry, would ya? I need your help." **********************

M. Trunks was lounging on the couch watching The Tree Stooges when Trunks walked right in front of him, leading a small group of kids. They stopped right in front of him and stared silently. M. Trunks was just starting to get irritated at having his television blocked, when C. Trunks looked down at his watch and motioned for the group to follow him back out.

** That was really strange... Hey, they're doing the ladder joke again! I love that one!** He forgot all about his younger self's strange behavior, and went back to his Three Stooges. That is, until Goten came in, leading another group of kids.

"Um, is there something I can do for you?" M. Trunks asked.

"Oh, no, we're fine." Goten replied airily, and went back to staring. C. Trunks looked around the corner and staged whispered to Goten that his group's time was up. Goten jumped, then motioned for his group to follow him. M. Trunks could have sworn that he heard one of the little girls whisper something about him being a "Studmuffin." He wondered where they learned such words, at the same time blushing hotly.

C. Trunks came in about that time with yet another group of kids.

M. Trunks finally lost it. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!!!!!!!"

C. Trunks smirked and crossed his arm over his chest. "They paid five bucks to see me from the future, but you're not giving them a very good show. Why don't you do something CUTE, you seem to be really good at that." He spat out the last sentence as if it was dirty. The little girls behind him all had hearts in their eyes, anime style.

Two things hit M. Trunks at once. First off was the fact that he was now going to be the freak of the neighborhood, and secondly, C. Trunks was out for blood. He was about to say something in his defense when Goten came in with the next group. And guess who came in holding hands with C. Trunks greatest nemesis, Jack the jerk. Yep, you guessed it, little Suzy Sweetheart.

C. Trunks turned to see who M. Trunks was looking at. His mouth dropped open and his heart cracked into millions of little pieces. Then he got it together, and proceeded to beat the living HFIL out of Jack. Once Jack was unconscious he turned to Suzy, who was staring up at him with hearts in her eyes, again, anime style.

"You're soooo strong!" She squealed. She grabbed on to his arm, and leaned into his side. "I really like you, Trunks! Would you be my boyfriend?"

Trunks looked down at her, disgusted. "Sorry, Suzy. I have better thing to do with my time then put up with a stuck-up snob like you. Why don't you go over and see if Jack's still breathing. He's more your type, trust me." He shook her off his arm, and proceeded to clear the kids out of the C.C. Building.

M. Trunks was astonished. C. Trunks was willing to humiliate HIM over this girl, but he had dumped her at the first sign of trouble? Oh well, maybe this was the best thing that could have happened. Goten certainly looked relieved, M. Trunks and Goten grinned at each other-C. Trunks in love was too temperamental for their taste.

Just then the doorbell rang. "Pizza Guy!" Someone called from outside. They all looked at each other and made a mad dash for the door. Yep, things were much easier without females. Now, if only there was more pizza in the world, life would be perfect.