Babysitting Trunks Part 3

The Ultimate Prank Competition

By Ice Queen

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or most everything else in this story, and I am not making any money off of this, so all you lawyers can just go away now. Thank you, b-bye.

Authors rant: We ain't got no place to go, so let's go to the punk rock show! Darlin' take me by the hand, we're gonna see a punk rock band! Ain't no big screen TV show, radio, rodeo. Wanna get into the crowd wanna hear it play real loud!

"And then the cops found dad hiding in the bushes laughing his head off! They tried to arrest him, but he blew up one of their patrol cars. The head guy nearly choked on his donut!" C. Trunks was busy regaling M. Trunks with his and Goten's many pranks, while Goten was rolling on the floor laughing, remembering the look on Vegeta's face.

"You should have seen the look on mom's face when she got a call from the police department, asking her to keep dad away from them! It was hilarious!" C. Trunks started laughing so hard that he was crying. M. Trunks laughed for a second, then his expression grew thoughtful.

"So all you needed was an alarm system?" He asked. C. Trunks grinned and nodded.

"Yep! And it would have been dad being arrested if Tiger hadn't got in the way." He was about to tell how they had blown up the Gravity Chamber when M. Trunks spoke again.

"I could have done better." He stated with quiet arrogance. The room grew silent as both boys looked up at him in shock.

"No way! That was a classic!" They both proclaimed.

I'll prove it. Just give me a target." He sat silently as the two got together and started whispering.

"No, no, he won't do, he's too easy!" Small snatches of their conversation filtered through, until they both grew quiet, and grinned. They turned to him and smirked... Well, Trunks smirked; Goten just gave him a huge cheesy smile, which passes as a smirk in the Son family.

"We've decided that the only way to make this a fair competition is for both of us to have a target. Goten will be the judge, and whoever he decrees winner will be proclaimed the king of the household for a week." C. Trunks said this all in a very legalistic manner. "You're target will be Yajarobie. And to make it fair, you can choose my target." (I'm sorry; I just HAVE to torment that fat jerk at least once in my stories!)

M. Trunks thought for a moment, and then smiled... Evilly. "Your target will be... Piccolo."

Both Goten and C. Trunks face-faulted. "Mr. Piccolo? He's impossible! His ears are so huge that he can hear someone walking a mile away! There's no way!"

M. Trunks smirked. "You want to be called king of the household, right? You've got to earn it." He sat back as the two regrouped. C. Trunks finally turned to him with a solemn expression.

"I accept." They shook hands, and went their separate ways. M. Trunks turned around at the last moment, and said the one thing that threw both boys' plans into turmoil.

"Goten can't help you. If it's going to be a fair contest, it's just you versus me. No help allowed." ***********************

Yajarobie was hanging out at Karin's tower, stuffing his face with food, like usual. Karin was doing whatever he usually does, probably planting Senzu beans, or smoking pot. It all depended on what season it was. Yajarobie really didn't care either way.

He sat back and relaxed, letting out a belch for good measure. ** This is the life. ** He thought contentedly. He propped his feet up on the table and fell asleep. ********************

Piccolo was meditating out in the desert. The wind blew gently, rustling his cape. Other then that there was no movement to be perceived from the big green guy. ** Can life get any more boring then this? ** He asked himself silently. He got out of his meditative position and headed off to blow up another mountain, He felt some resistance from Kami, but he ignored him. If there aren't any bad guys to kill, the next best thing was destroying things with sheer will power. *******************

He woke up with a jerk. He couldn't move his arms. He couldn't move his arms and his head was cold. He couldn't move his arms, his head was cold, and all he could see was a bright, white light. He was distracted from his mental ramblings when he heard a voice from above him.

"It's all right, Mr. Yajarobie. No one's going to hurt you; we just want to help you. Now why don't you sit back and relax? I'm sure that in time you'll enjoy being here with us at Two Rivers." Two Rivers? Wasn't that the loony bin? He wasn't crazy!

"I'm not crazy! Just ask Karin!" He proclaimed loudly.

"And who is this Karin, exactly?" The voice asked calmly.

"He's a talking cat. He lives in a tower high above the earth, and grows these beans that heal people instantly. He'll tell you I'm sane!" The people above him exchanged looks.

"I think we're going to need a larger sedative for this one. Sounds like he's had one too many happy pills for his own good." The other guy started fixing the syringe while he held Yajarobie down.

"When I get out of this coat I'm going to make sure you never... Auk!" Yajarobie fell silent.

"Tell them to prepare the special room, I think we're going to need it with this one."

"Yes Doctor." **********************

He was out in the middle of nowhere and there was a mountain suspending in mid-air above his head. He was utterly focused; even the slightest distraction could cause the mountain to drop uncontrollably, causing who knew how much damage.

"Hey you up there! Come down! This is the immigration, and we have some questions to ask you!"

"Huh?" Piccolo looked up. ~CRASH~ The mountain dropped down, tons of rock and gravel hurtling through the air at a speed hard to imagine.

"Um... Are you a Mister Piccolo? Because if you aren't I would be more then happy to leave." The short, balding man with the blow-horn was rapidly backing away from the place where the mountain would land. Piccolo smirked at his look of utter fear. He regained control of the mountain and set it down more gently.

"I'm Piccolo. What do you want?" He floated down in front of the little man and crossed his arms expectantly. ** This might be good for a laugh. ** Piccolo thought with a smirk.

I'm uh... Mr. Jones from the department of immigration. It has come to our notice that you are an illegal alien. I've come to take you home." He was smiling, as if he was actually doing him a favor.

"You want to take me to Namek? I didn't think that you humans had the technology needed for space travel that far." Piccolo said.

"Namek? Where's that? We thought that you came from India, or wherever Turban wearing people come from." The shorter man looked shocked, then thoughtful. "So, you're not an alien... You're an ALIEN! Um...Uh I have to go make some calls. I'll be right back. Stay right there, would you?"

Piccolo shrugged it off and decided that he was wasting time sitting there. He split into two and started sparring with himself.

"You'll never believe this! It's an actual, honest-to-Kami Alien! No; not from Mexico. He says that he's from a planet called Namek." The immigration officer looked up from his phone call to see TWO Piccolos fighting in the air above him. "Now there's two of him! And they're fighting! Just get down here, already! You can see for yourself!"

Piccolo went on sparring with himself, having no idea what was in store for him. C. Trunks stayed hidden in his spot, keeping the camcorder tightly focused on the scene. He would prove that he was King of the household once and for all! *************

To be Continued...

Sorry folks! I had to have at least one cliffhanger in this series, didn't I? Hey, I'm taking a poll, Who do you want to win the competition? Though, I might not make the winner of the poll the winner of the competition I would still like to hear what you think. See you next time on "Babysitting Trunks."

C. Trunks: If you vote for me I'll have her write another story making fun of my dad!

IQ: TRUNKS! You know that I said no campaigning!

C. Trunks (ignoring me, like always.): That's right, people! Chibi Trunks for king of the house! I'll make a good leader! Anyways, she already stole my girlfriend from me; I deserve this!

IQ: If you be quiet, you might get me to hook you up with Buttercup from the Powerpuff Girls. You could spar with her.

C. Trunks: Hmmm... I'll think about it-but only if she's cute.