Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Chibi Potion ❯ Can You Fix Him? ( Chapter 8 )

Chibi-Gohan: Hello again! I got threw sparring a while ago but have been preoccupied with the hottest game of the year. That's right I also have Grand Theft Auto: Vice City! Bulma gave it to me after she took it away from Vegeta ^_^. Right now Dad and Mr. Piccolo are taking turns at playing it.

Goku: Aw man! I got busted again!

Piccolo: Good that means it's my turn now!

Chibi-Gohan: I get the next turn!

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#8 Can you fix him?

"You can wash him up in here Goku," Bulma said as she opened the door entering the bathroom. "I'll bring in his stuff while you clean him off."

"Thanks," Goku said as he undressed Gohan, gently waking him up. He set his son into the warm water and washed off the ice cream residue that had begun to stick to his arms. Gohan enjoyed the bath and clearly showed it to his father by laughing and splashing in the water. Bulma walked in with the diaper bag and smiled when she saw Gohan splashing. Goku pulled Gohan out of the tub and dried him off with a towel.

Bulma reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a fresh diaper, handed it to Goku and searched for some clean clothes for Gohan.

"I don't think Chichi packed anymore clothes." Goku told her as she reached the bottom of the bag. "She probably thought that he wouldn't get dirty if we kept him in the playpen.

"Don't worry about it, I think I still have one of Trunks's old outfits that he can wear until his clothes come out of the washing machine. Besides, I need him like that to get the blood sample."

Goku looked at Gohan, gulped then looked at Bulma. "S-So that means you-"

"Yes Goku, I have to use a needle, but I'll use a small one."

Goku cringed at the thought of the needle, not only for him, but he remembered how Gohan reacted to needles when he had to get shots. He always felt so helpless when his son cried in pain, but he knew it had to be done. So he followed Bulma to her lab and set Gohan on the table.

"You can close your eyes if that helps." Bulma suggested. Poor Goku looked like he was the one getting the shot. Goku reluctantly shut his eyes, and awaited the ear splitting shriek from his son that would tell him the shot was over, but it never came.

"There, all done!" Bulma said as she tapped Goku on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Wow Bulma!" Goku exclaimed "Your good! Gohan used to scream his head off in the whenever he saw a needle, but I didn't hear as much as a whimper."

Bulma smiled "It wasn't that hard, not if you have the right stuff." Goku gave her a puzzled look until she gestured to where Gohan was sitting sucking on a lollipop and looking at the brightly colored Band-Aid on his arm. Goku picked Gohan up and set him on his lap. He then watched as Bulma took a few drops of blood from Gohan's sample and placed them on a microscope.

Bulma took the slide from the microscope and put it into her computer.

"We should get the results in a few minutes." Bulma said as she pressed a few keys on the computer. After a few minutes, the computer screen flashed a couple times and printed off a read out.

"Well?" asked Goku as he bounced Gohan on his knee.

Bulma looked over the paper once more before turning to Goku.

"Well, taking that the formula has taken over his blood stream from his pores when he took the shower, and the youth agent has seemed to nullify, it seems positive that his age limit has stopped at the level he is, which under the cellular check is about a year old."

"He's a year old!" Goku shouted, startling Gohan a bit. He lowered his voice a bit then spoke again. "How did that happen?"

Bulma sighed. "I'm not sure how to explain it in ways that you would understand. However, I did realize that I made the formula stronger than I had expected it to be, and its a possibility that with his Saiya-jin blood, that the formula transferred threw his body over night, faster than it would have for a normal human."

"Do you think you can fix him?" Goku asked, holding Gohan in his arms.

"I'm not sure, I might be able too but I have to do more research on the blood sample to find anything that might reverse the formula without harming Gohan."

Goku looked at Gohan and frowned, Gohan sensed that his father was sad and offered him the rest of his lollipop. Goku smiled and patted Gohan on the head.

"Thanks Gohan," Goku said as he handed the candy back to his son "but you can have it." He laughed as Gohan smiled and continued to suck on the lollipop. He thought for a second, then turned back to Bulma.

"Chichi should know too," he told her, "but I'm not sure how to explain it to her."

"I'll explain it to her Goku," Bulma said, standing up from the computer. "After all, I am the one who made the formula. How about you go get her and come back here for dinner? I'll watch Goten and Gohan for you until you get back, that is if you don't mind."

"I don't mind, but would Vegeta?" Goku asked looking at Gohan, "Vegeta doesn't seem to fond of kids."

"Don't worry about him," Bulma said, taking Gohan out if Goku's arms. "I know how to make him behave." She smirked as she thought of the torture she could to the Saiya-jin Prince, a smirk that made Goku shudder.

"Okay, Chichi's at home so I'll go home and tell her. I'll be back in a little while. Be good for "Auntie Bulma" and "Uncle Vegeta" Gohan, I'm gonna go get Mom." With that, he took off with Instant Transmission.

Bulma smiled at the "Auntie" part. She had always thought of Goku like her little brother, and was glad that he acknowledged her like a sister. Carrying Gohan into the living room, Bulma stared out in surprise at what she saw.

Vegeta was chasing after Chibi Trunks, screaming at him to return his TV remote, as Goten and Mirai Trunks sat on the couch, eating popcorn and watching the chase.

"Give me back that damn controller, Boy!" Vegeta shouted after Chibi.

"I had it first!" The boy argued back, "besides, you're just going to watch that fighting show again!"

"Wow this is really entertaining!" Mirai said as he stuffed another handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"You should have been here the time they fought over the last donut." Goten told him.

Bulma could feel her head beginning to throb as she set Gohan into his playpen. She then reached her arm out and grabbed Chibi Trunks by the back of his shirt, taking both him and Vegeta by surprise.

"Hey! Let me go!" Chibi Trunks said a he struggled in his Mom's grasp. He knew he could easily escape if he turned Super, but he also knew how much trouble he'd be in if he did.

"Give me the remote and go wash up for dinner." she told him as she let him drop to the floor.

"Aw Mom, do I hafta?" Chibi Trunks whined.

Bulma walked over to where Goten was and smiled at him.

"Goten honey, your Dad went to get your Mom and will be here soon to join us for dinner, so would you be a good boy and get washed up for dinner? You'll get extra dessert if you do." She smiled back as Chibi Trunks ran up stairs and shouted "Not if I get cleaned up first!"

"Hey Trunks! That's not fair!" Goten shouted as he ran after his friend.

Bulma smiled and tossed the controller back to Vegeta. Vegeta took it in his hand and scowled at her.

"Woman! Why did you insist on having Kakarot's family join us for dinner?"

"We need to figure out what to do with Gohan, which reminds me, after I go tell Mama that we'll be having dinner guests, I'll be in my lab trying to find if I can do anything to reverse the formula. Until then, you'll be watching Gohan, Vegeta."
"What?!" Vegeta shouted, "You can't make me watch Kakarot's brat! I refuse to do it!"

Bulma got right into Vegeta's face. "Oh you will do it."

Vegeta sneered at Bulma. "You have no power over me woman!"

"Vegeta you'll do it or I'll tell everyone your secret!"

Vegeta's face paled. "I-I'll just deny it." He stuttered.

Bulma smirked at him, "The pictures won't."

"You took pictures?!"

"Yes, and if you don't keep an eye on Gohan, they might show up later during dinner."

"Alright! Alright! You win woman." Vegeta grumbled in defeat.

"That's better." Bulma said as she walked off.

"Damn woman." Vegeta mumbled as he plopped himself in his recliner. Mirai Trunks couldn't help smiling after witnessing that. Vegeta caught his future son's grin and smirked at him.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face, you're going to help me."

Trunks gasped and nearly choked on a popcorn kernel that was in his mouth. "What?"

"I said you are going to help me watch the brat."

Trunks looked over at the playpen to where Gohan was sitting. Gohan was playing with a toy truck and chewing on a block.

"Well alright, he doesn't seem like he's much trouble." Trunks said as he leaned back on the couch and watched the television show with Vegeta. After a few minutes, the phone started ringing. Trunks looked at his father to see if he was going to answer it, but noticed that he was too engrossed in the television show.

Sighing, Trunks picked up the receiver and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Trunks! It's me Goku!"

"Oh hi Goku! What's up? You guys still coming for dinner?"

"Yeah, but Chichi's making me take the car, she don't want Gohan catching cold from Kintoun on the way home, and with all the stuff she packed, it'd be hard to concentrate to do an instant transmission."

"Oh alright."

"Yeah, so we'll be there in a half hour. Gohan's behaving for you guys okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. I'll see you in thirty."

"Okay bye Trunks."

Trunks hung the phone up and went back to the TV. Vegeta glanced at him, wondering who had just called.

"That was Goku, Chichi's making him take the car, so they'll be here in about a half hour."

Vegeta grumbled out a reply and continued to watch his program.

After about ten minuets, a smell began to rise from the playpen. Vegeta's sensitive nose caught the scent first. Then it reached Trunks's nose; Trunks coughed and looked at the playpen.

Vegeta eyed the playpen, he knew all to well what that smell was, and he never wanted to experience it again. He smirked and turned to his son.

"Boy the brat has soiled himself. Clean him up."

Trunks looked at Vegeta in surprise. "You want me to change him?"

"Did I stutter Boy? Do it! The smell will only get worse if you don't."
"But, I don't know...how to."

Vegeta glared at his son. "All you have to do is remove the soiled diaper, clean him with this and apply this fresh diaper on him. How hard is that? Even that Baka Kakarot knows how to change a soiled diaper." He shouted as he tossed Trunks some wipes and a clean diaper.

"Okay this shouldn't be hard." Trunks said as he picked Gohan out of the playpen and laid him on the couch. He got the diaper and wipe ready and started to remove the dirty one.

"Ugh!" Trunks gagged as he took one look at the diaper, and ran to the bathroom. Leaving Vegeta there to take care of Gohan.

"Damn you Boy!" Vegeta shouted as he heard the bathroom door slam. "You killed Freiza, and destroyed those damn androids but you can't change one shitty diaper? You're pathetic!"

Growling in frustration, Vegeta took the wipe and cleaned Gohan up, he then placed a fresh diaper on the child and set him back in the playpen as he disposed of the soiled diaper and washed his hands.

He then plopped back in his chair, trying to watch the rest of his show, but Gohan wanted out of the playpen and showed it by throwing his toys at Vegeta.

Vegeta tried to ignore it, but after the fifth block bounced off his head, his temper gave way. Picking Gohan up by the shirt Vegeta sat the young demi Saiya-jin on his lap and continued to watch his show. Gohan started to squirm and tried to get out of Vegeta's lap, but Vegeta decided to bounce the boy so he would stop bugging him. Gohan started to laugh as he got bounced, so Vegeta decided to bounce him a little faster. Gohan squealed with delight, then grew quiet. Vegeta glanced down at Gohan hoping the boy had fallen asleep only to have his lap splattered with remains of ice cream, formula and what appeared to be a sucker.

"Woman!" Vegeta yelled, hoisting Gohan away at arms length. He walked down the hall calling for Bulma.

"Dammit Woman!" He yelled as Gohan began to cry. Bulma came into the hall as he yelled with Goku and Chichi in tow.

"What Vegeta?" she yelled back, over Gohan's cries.

"Ew, what did you do Vegeta?" Goku asked as he saw Gohan and Vegeta covered in mess.

Vegeta walked up to Goku and handed him Gohan. "Take your damn brat!" He said as he glared at Gohan. "Don't ever think that I'll bounce you around like that again." he said as he stormed off to bathe.

Goku looked toward Vegeta then back at Gohan. "I wonder what that was all about."

Gohan just smirked as he watched Vegeta storm off.

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Chibi-Gohan: Okay! That's all I can think of for now. The game awaits!

Piccolo: Hey kid! I got wasted, your turn.

Chibi-Gohan: Okay! *smiles evilly* Alright guys, I'm gonna show you how much destruction the tank can cause. *starts blowing things up*

Goku & Piccolo: *O_O* Ooohh!