Hello!



So, I have three messages for you guys ...

1. No little brother this week. Wasn't able to check the clerks until Friday evening ...

2. The Spirits saga is also canceled this week ... my fault. Dragged the wrong chapter to disk ... * shame *

3. Until the next sequel it will take TWO weeks this time ... namely, I can't go home next weekend.

So ... then I hope you enjoy this little short story. I hope it makes up for the fact that the series didn't work out this week ...











Babysitting is very easy ...

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... or the story of how Bulma came up with the recipe for 'Shredded Namekians ala Bulma'.



Quiet ... wonderful silence ... Groaning comfortably, Bulma turned from one side to the other, snuggled into her pillow and pulled the blanket up to her chin.When was the last time she was lying so comfortably in bed at this time? I don't know ... Lately, since the day Vegeta moved in with her, it had never been really quiet here. But today...? No cursing Vegeta in the bathroom, kitchen or G-room ... no explosions in the latter, caused by this Saiyan prince ... just calm. She thought about how she should start the day ... a hot shower, maybe a hot bath ... a hearty breakfast ... "Huäh! Huäh! Räbäh!" Shit ... she hadn't thought of that when she was planning ... her son Trunks. The little one now recalled himself loudly. He wanted a fresh diaper and his breakfast ... probably in that order too. Bulma sighed ... The work called, where you could actually replace "call" with "scream", and that meant for her to get up. Disgruntled, she threw back the covers, swung her legs over the edge of the bed ... Brrr! Is the ground cold!Off to the children's room ...



A good half an hour later, Bulma and Trunks were sitting in the kitchen. He with a fresh diaper and a bowl of fresh porridge in front of him, his mother with such a face that one wondered why the milk for the porridge hadn't gone sour ... She really loved her little one, but when she did A year ago would have known how much work such a child would have ... and that Vegeta would leave her alone with the baby ... Well, at least she had already thought of the latter. Vegeta had set off with the space capsule exactly two days ago ... the devil knows where. To this fact, and to the fact that her parents had decided to go on a world tour, she owed this quiet morning ... which her son finished before it had started. Maybe she shouldn't have jumped into bed with the Saiyan after all ... jumped into bed ?! Actually, it was more of a real-life education lesson.Bulma still remembered his horrified face when he saw for the first time that human women not only have no tail behind ... she had to smile immediately. Vegeta's face was just too funny. So the memory of this funny event made her laugh ... and saved her morning mood from rock bottom. She pulled up a chair and sat across from Trunks, whom she had put in his baby chair. Then the time-consuming procedure of feeding began ... with a lot more pulp on Bulma's clothes and various pieces of furniture than in Trunks's stomach. Her mood was already in great danger of dropping below freezing point ... Annoyed, she brought the spoon to her son's mouth for the umpteenth time ... and for the umpteenth time he hit it with his little hand. This time the squishy bullet slapped in the middle of Bulma's neckline ... she sighed. "You're already just like your father ... hit at anything that moves ..." She received a happy chuckle in response ... obviously the little one was enjoying himself like a king.RING, RING, RING! The phone ... Now her mood HAD hit rock bottom. What god damn idiot is calling her at seven in the morning please ?! She slammed the spoon on the table ... carelessly within reach of Trunks ... got rid of the pulp in her cleavage with a dangerously calm motion, and stomped over to the phone. "Who's there ?!" She had lifted the receiver and shouted it so venomously that you could literally see the poor guy on the other end of the line winced ... "Oh, it's you, Mr. Mamoto ... What's up ? "After discovering it was an employee of Capsule Corp. acted, her voice sounded much friendlier ... "How ... the filling system for the capsules of the F23-45 series is defective? ... Do I really have to come? ... A disaster ... what ... Me should you look out of the window ?! "So she did ... behind the trees in Brief's private garden were the commercial buildings of the Capsule Corp.... and at the moment something strange was going on there. F23-45 series ... that was the special in-house firework series for large fireworks ... already ignited. Just open the capsule and the missiles will be launched. And the system worked just fine too ... the sky over the Capsule Corp. Anyway, it was brightly lit by a gigantic, beautiful fireworks display ... there was only one problem. The missiles were supposed to be in the capsules ... Bulma rolled her eyes. Something like that always had to happen when she was alone ... Without thinking further, she agreed that she would come and hung up. It wasn't until a moment later that a not inconsiderable question arose ... where to put Trunks? There was nobody in the house except her ... and take him with you? No. That was too dangerous for him ... Her problem resolved itself when there was a knock on the patio door ... but at first she didn't know anything about it. First of all, the knocking was just an additional disturbance that she didn't like at all.Pissed ... really pissed off ... she went to the door. It was still pitch dark outside, so she couldn't see who had knocked ... There was another knock. With a jerk she turned the handle and threw open the door ... whoever the idiot was who had the audacity to get on her nerves, now he would get to know Bulma Briefs properly! Well, the person obviously had the outer handle of the door in their hand ... because now they fell over through the door, stumbled over the door frame and made a perfect belly splash in the middle of the living room ... "Hello Piccolo ..." ... was all Bulma said about it. Immediately after he was back on his feet, the Namek began to lecture, mixed with a few violent curses ... But Bulma's facial expression convinced him that he should be more friendly and polite. Her look spoke volumes ... "What the ... uh ... Popo asked me to get some capsules for him ... he urgently needs supplies.Could you ... "But Bulma didn't even listen to him anymore ... Heaven sent the Namek! How about if HE ..." Later, Piccolo ... later. Please do me a favor first. Take care of Trunks for an hour or two. I will work in the Capsule Corp. used ... And take good care of him, otherwise you can experience something! "He couldn't get around to answering. Bulma hissed past him through the door, out into the darkness ... He looked after her and shrugged his shoulders ... What was THAT supposed to mean? Well, THAT was SO hard." it wouldn't be to take care of a three-month-old baby ... Piccolo wanted to go towards the kitchen, where he suspected Trunks. HISS - ZOING - SIRR ... Something silver, metallic hissed just past his nose, digging into his narrow end into the wall and got stuck in it with a buzz ... he swallowed and stared at the strange murder weapon in amazement. A spoon ?! Slightly confused, he looked along the spoon ... through the kitchen door ... at Trunks.Suddenly he didn't feel like taking care of the boy anymore ... but one thing was clear to him: Bulma would pluck, tar and feather him if he didn't take care of the little one ... so Piccolo went into the kitchen after all.



Bulma, meanwhile, was concerned that entrusting her son Piccolo had been a good idea. After all, he was still the big devil ... at least officially. Would he also take good care of her little darling? Hmm ... he got along quite well with Gohan ... but Gohan with him too ?! Bulma needn't have worried in the least ... at least not about Trunks ...



In the meantime Piccolo had entered the kitchen and was standing in front of Trunks, to whom he now leaned down ... actually looked quite harmless. Just like a human baby. Well, you can be wrong ... Trunks grabbed Piccolo's headgear and tore it off his head. And as if that weren't enough, he immediately threw it on the floor, to be precise on Piccolo's right foot.Now the thing had a decent weight ... "Take it easy ... it's just a baby ... just a baby ... Now I'm already talking to myself!" The brat was a little devil whose next "official act" was to slap the bowl of porridge in the face of his green babysitter. KLIRR! The bowl fell to the floor ... SLUP! The mash ran down Piccolo's face and dripped from his nose and antennae ... Grumbling, he grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped the disgusting stuff off his face. He must have had a few serious words with the kid ... so he bent down to him again. He shouldn't have done that, because Trunks now grabbed his feelers ... one with each hand ... and squeezed. To make matters worse, he also pulled hard on it ... And Trunks could grab and pull pretty tight, no wonder ... with THE father! "Ouch! Hey. Let go! I still need these things ..." But Trunks didn't think about letting go at first.On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy pulling himself up on Piccolo's antennae. He clenched his teeth and suppressed the urge to give this worm a long ... he didn't want to clash with Bulma, and Vegeta was still there ... so he kept still. Piccolo couldn't help but grimace. His antennae were one of the most sensitive parts of his body ... At some point, Trunks thankfully got bored anyway, but the antennae had now turned an unhealthy purple color. And they throbbed tremendously ... Hm, that was the kitchen, wasn't it? So there had to be ice here too ... After a quick search, Piccolo found