Babysitting Trunks Part 5

By Ice Queen

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, actually, there is not much in this fic that I do own. But... The story is mine, even though I'm not making any money off of it. Oh, and I still claim the rights to the Penguin.

"NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO HANG OUT WITH THAT GREEN BAKA! I FORBID IT!" Vegeta was going off on one of his little rages again. Bulma sat back and continued flipping through her latest Cosmopolitan Magazine.

"That's nice dear, but there's nothing that you can do about it until the plane lands, so why don't you calm down?" She flipped the page again. ** I'm prettier then her... And her... Oh and DEFINITLY her. **

"Nothing I can do about it, huh? I'll show you, woman." He wrapped one arm around her waist and raised the other to point at the wall. With a small Ki blast he busted through the layers of the plane. Then, still holding her tightly, he jumped through the hole he had just made.

"VEGETA! YOU BAKA!" She screamed as they raced through the sky.

"Shut up woman! My reputation is at stake! That stupid Namek is going to resent the day that he ever opposed Vegeta!" ******************* "STOP THE FIC!!!!!!" Everything comes to a screeching halt.

IQ: What? What seems to be the problem, Trunks?

C. Trunks: Why am I wearing this... This THING?

IQ: Oh, is that the only thing bothering you? What's wrong with it, anyways?

C. Trunks (sarcastically): Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm a GUY! Guys don't wear pink tutus! Unless they're gay that is.

IQ: Sorry, you have to blame that one on Ash the Wanderer. He heard you wish him dead and he cursed you to wear a pink tutu for the rest of the fic. If it makes you feel better he blames me for being a bad influence on you.

C. Trunks: I don't care; just get me out of it! I refuse to wear pink!

IQ: All right, you spoilsport. Let me think... I'll need a rhyme. Bada Bada Bing, Bada Bada Boo. Your pink tutu is now bright blue! There you go, no more pink.

C. Trunks: Ice! Stop playing! Get it off of me!

IQ: All right, but only because the audience is starting to look really angry. (A large hand with an eraser comes down and erases it, Bugs Bunny Style. We see Trunks' Great Saiyaman underwear.)

C. Trunks: EEP! (He runs out of the room screaming about revenge.)

IQ: Sorry people, I have to keep my characters happy, you know. Now back to the fic! *********************

"Hey I never knew that Yajarobie was that good of a dancer." M. Trunks commented as he swallowed another piece of the pizza he had ordered. Yajarobie and the Penguin had quit waltzing about an hour ago and were now well into their third tap dance routine. Piccolo just grunted and kept watching. There had to be something that he could use this as blackmail for, he just hadn't thought of anything that he wanted yet.

C. Trunks entered the room with an evil smirk. (Yes, he had pants on. Though I personally thought his Saiyaman underwear were very classy.) He plopped down in one of the chairs and grabbed a piece of pizza.

"Where have you been?" M. Trunks asked him. He quickly grabbed another piece before C. Trunks ate it all.

"Oh, nowhere." *****************

"Yes my brothers! There is a new scourge abounding in our area. This one is not red! It is not black! It is the MOST unnatural color that there is! It is green! Now are we going to stand for some green atrocity to clutter God's green earth?" (I am a Christian, and I do NOT believe this junk, so don't judge us by what some say. Anyways, that obvious irony just forced me to do it.)

"NO!" The room screamed in reply.

"Then let's go rid the world of this blight!" They stampede out of the room, screaming about the superiority of whites. All of a sudden they stop.

"Um... Where exactly is he?" They stand there scratching their heads. Somebody had forgotten to get the address. (Oh, and the KKK aren't like this either, they're a lot smarter, I think.) *****************

He crashed through the door of the mental institution like a professional. "Where is that Green Baka? I've come to send him to another dimension!" All of the crazy people just looked at him then went back to whatever they had been doing.

"Don't you people know who I am? I am Vegeta! Prince of all Saiyans!" He stood as tall as his large hair would let him and scowled at all the people who dared to ignore him.

"Are you with the invading Penguins?" One of them asked curiously.

"PENGUIN??? I am no Penguin! I am a Saiyan! Now bow before your superior!" For some reason the group looked disappointed at the fact that he wasn't a penguin. They walked away mumbling rude comments about short men and their many complexes. Then they all started talking about a guy named Napoleon for some reason.

"Get back here! I didn't dismiss you!" He was about to blast them all to HFIL when Bulma finally caught up with him.

"Do you know that that entire plane load of people died because of you?" She asked him irritably. Vegeta only smirked. "For a second I must have forgotten who I was talking to." She said sarcastically.

Vegeta had already dismissed her from his mind and locked onto the two Trunks and Piccolo's Ki. He stormed off to find them, leaving Bulma with the distinct feeling that nothing she ever said was listened to. She got that feeling often. ******************

"You dance divinely, my dear." He said to his companion. The Penguin giggled coyly, battering its long eyelashes. He lifted one wing to his lips and gave it a gallant kiss.

"Shall we have another go?" He asked. The Penguin curtsied, and gave him its hand. They started to waltz again. ******************

"This is starting to get boring! Do something! Crank up his dosage or something." C. Trunks complained. It had been funny at first, but after two hours of watching Yajarobie dance with an invisible partner, it got rather lame. M. Trunks thought for a second, then headed over to the control panel.

He pushed a little yellow button, then looked over at the others. "This button leads directly to the vent in Yajarobie's room. It releases a gaseous sedative. Who knows what will happen when it mixes with the drugs already in his system!" He sat back down and waited for the drug to take affect on their little lab rat.

Jus then the door came crashing in. There stood Vegeta, with his Someone-is-about-to-die look plastered on his face.

"No Son of Vegeta will consort with this no-good piece of Namekian Trash! For this you will suffer the wrath of Vegeta!!!!" ******************

All of a sudden the music stopped. Yajarobie looked around in dazed confusion only to find a samurai from one of those badly dubbed Kung-fu movies released in the 60's. The Samurai pulled a large sword from behind him and assumed the fighting stance. Yajarobie grabbed his from out of thin air. (He was so stoned that he had forgotten that they had taken it, not to mention the fact that he was wearing a straight jacket.)

"The Penguin (Mouth movement, mouth movement.) Is mine. Let her go or I will (Mouth movement.)... Hurt you!" They started battling fiercely, their swords clanging against one another rapidly, in a quick, staccato beat. The Penguin fainted gracefully in the corner, or to be more factual, as gracefully as a six-foot tall penguin can faint.

"PENGUIN!!!" Yajarobie screamed as he was dealt a mind-dulling blow. "I... Love... you." With his last pledge made, he drifted off into oblivion. ******************* (Wasn't that the sweetest thing! It almost reminded me of Romeo and Juliet, that is if Romeo was a stoned fat chauvinist, and Juliet a six-foot tall penguin. Sorry, late night again.)

Goten was bored. He was supposed to have acted as judge for this competition, but the two Trunks were taking too long! He looked over at the kitten besides him, who was asleep in the hot sun. All that fur... She must be really hot this summer. Hmmm.

"Gee Tiger, you must be really hot! But I know a way that we can get rid of all that stuffy fur! Come on, I bet mom wouldn't mind if we used that thing she gets rid of HER fur with. Let's go see if we can find it! You're going to feel so much cooler!" He picked Tiger up and headed for his own house, more specifically, the bathroom. *********************

"Dad! You can't kill Mr. Piccolo!" M. Trunks stepped in front of the Namek to protect him. C. Trunks just watched with a wicked little smirk.

"As if you could stop me, brat!" Vegeta tried to shove M. Trunks out of the way, but he refused to budge. Vegeta was getting more and more pissed. First his son starts hanging out with this good-for-nothing loser, now he was actually defying HIM to protect that weakling! Vegeta went SSJ. M. Trunks quickly followed. They waged their battle over the entire left wing of the Mental Asylum, Piccolo joining in as soon as it started.

Chibi Trunks pulled a bag of popcorn from out of hammer space, and settled back to enjoy the show. *********************

"If (Dodge, punch.) You kill Piccolo (Kick, kick.) All of his female (Feint, punch.) Otakus will (Pant, pant.) Chase you!" Vegeta stopped abruptly, a look of utter horror on his face. Piccolo wiped the blood from his mouth and smirked. He knew that Vegeta could barely handle his own flock of psychotic girls stalking him, to have both his own, and the millions that hunted Piccolo following him was too horrifying for words!

"Even then I wouldn't have as many chasing me as you do brat." Vegeta smirked, but Trunks knew that his point had been made, because Vegeta powered down from his SSJ stage.

Trunks breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to normal, also. C. Trunks pouted. That fight hadn't lasted nearly long enough! This entire competition hadn't worked out the way that he had planned at all. And just where were the Militia group that he had called in? He pouted and kicked at a rock, angrily. The rock went soaring through the air. It was still gaining altitude as it went out of eyesight.

Bulma said nothing, just pointing her three men in the direction of the C. C. Building. Vegeta scooped her up and they flew off into the sunset together. Piccolo watched them leave with a smirk, patted the pocket where he had stashed the capsulated tapes, and headed off in the other direction. He had had enough of society to last him for the rest of his life. Now all he had to do was figure out how these tapes would come in handy. ************

"Where's Tiger? You better have been taking care of her this week!" Bulma screamed. They were back at the C. C. Building, and Bulma was in the middle of having a conniption fit at finding the house in the state it was. (Remember the beginning of part 2? Well multiply it by 50%. Yeah.)

"Goten's taking care of her!" All of a sudden a small Meow was heard. They all looked down to see Tiger, sans hair.

"Trunks!!!!" The two Trunks looked at each other with identical looks of desperation. "Uh oh!" They said in unison, and ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Vegeta laughed and scratched Tiger between the very bare ears.

"Don't worry, cat. All evil men should have bald cats." They sat down on the couch to see if Happy Days was on yet. Life was good. ********************

A small white cat came in through the door. He was holding a walking stick in one hand, but that wasn't the odd thing. The really odd thing was that he was walking on two legs! He walked up to the newly rebuilt counter.

"I'm here to get my friend, Yajarobie, out. Do I have to sign anything?" He asked casually. The nurse looked speechless.

"Um... Uh, no. Just take him and get out of here, please?" She called the Thugs and in a short time a still slightly stoned Yajarobie came out.

"Korin! You won't believe the things that I've gone through! Oh, and meet my girlfriend! She's a Penguin!" He had a smile as goofy as Goku's on his face as he draped one arm over the cat's shoulder.

"I'm sure it's been fascinating." Korin replied dryly. And they said that he was the one that needed to lay off of the drugs! "Come on kid, let's go home."

"Okay!" *************************

As soon as the talking cat and the psycho had left the building a large group of men dressed in white robes entered.

"Where is the green man! We know he's here, hand him over and there won't be any problems!" The leader proclaimed. The nurses at the front desk looked at each other with knowing expressions.

"A green man, you say. Well if you would, just follow these two men and they will show you to him." She motioned to the two thugs standing behind her, who grinned and cracked their knuckles. As the KKK group was led off they heard the nurses mention something about a 'Special room.' They looked at each other and shrugged, then turned back to their guides. ************************

(Sappy Ending Scene! You have been warned.)

"We're really going to miss having you here, Trunks. Are you sure that you can't stay longer?" Bulma pleaded, gently.

"I really have to go home, mom's probably worried to death about me by now." He looked over at Dende, who had gotten the other Nameks to gather their dragonballs for him, and nodded. "Thank you for all that you have done mom. And you, too, Father. Thank you for letting Trunks have a childhood; and, now, for giving me a little of his. I love you both." He looked down at his little counterpart and smiled.

C. Trunks crossed his arms and frowned down at the ground. He had already told M. Trunks that he wanted him to stay, and he wasn't happy at the answer that he had received.

"Think of it this way, kiddo. At least you won't have to call me king of the household!" He smirked down at C. Trunks.

"WHAT! I won that contest hands down! I am the king of the household!" Vegeta looked at C. Trunks with a shocked look.

"WHAT? I AM THE ONLY KING OF THE HOUSEHOLD!" He was NOT happy. Trunks eeped and ran for his life, with Vegeta fast on his tail. M. Trunks grinned at the signs of affection between the two, it helped knowing that this Trunks would have a father. He looked over at his mother with a shy smile.

"Thank you, mother. I needed to know him." She smiled mistily at his words.

"I know, son. I know." He looked over at his other self, who grinned and waved goodbye. Vegeta looked over at him, and shot him the peace sign, then went back to chasing C. Trunks.

M. Trunks looked over at Dende and nodded. The small Namek shouted out his wish and M. Trunks disappeared. As he left he said quietly. "I love you, my family."

THE END

C. Trunks: Waah! He was going to be my personal slave! Why'd you have to get rid of him?

IQ: It had to be done. If I'm ever going to get my next story finished, this series has to be over. Anyways, I thought that that was what you had Goten for!

C. Trunks: Well... I never got that girlfriend you promised, either.

IQ: All right already! Buttercup! Get in here!

B: What do you want, lady? I was fighting Mojo JoJo!

IQ: This kid over here said you were a weakling.

C. Trunks says nothing, he's too busy drooling.

B: Weak, Huh? I'll show you whose weak!

She attacks him, only to stop when she sees Piccolo from out of the corner of her eye.

B: MoJo JoJo! How dare you show your face around here!

She stops attacking Trunks and goes after Piccolo. (That was Saiyan Brats' idea, by the way.)

P: Hey, kid! Lay off! I'm not the guy you think I am!

They run off, battling with their lazer eyes. C. Trunks shakes off his confusion and heads after them, I can only assume it is to save one or the other.

IQ: Hey, everybody! I hoped you liked my little series, I have a couple of others out there if you would like to read them. (Shameless Plug, I know.)