Charity At Work 1 Adventures in Babysitting
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Trunks' New Look: Babysitting free porn video
Trunks sighed once again as he looked into his mother's vanity mirror and
looked at himself. How did he manage to get into this mess? Oh, that's
right, he remembered; it was because of those little terrors downstairs.
They were the ones responsible for this!
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It all started when he decided to use visit Goku and his friends again,
so he used his time machine. This time, he was curious to see how they
had been doing after the battle with Cell, so he adjusted the coordinates
to land him a few years later. Imagine his surprise at discovering Gohan,
Earth's mightiest warrior, had given up training to focus on his studies!
While he was there (or should it be then?), he decided to visit his
parents at the Capsule Corporation. And that's when he met them. His
younger self and a miniature version of Goku.
After introducing himself to his present day counterpart and Goten, he
was aproached by Bulma, his mother.
"Trunks, I'm glad you decided to come here now!" his blue-haired
matriarch stated as she pulled him off to the side.
Turns out, there was an important conference between several companies
that evening, and as the head of Capsule Corp, she HAD to be there
alongside her husband, Vegeta.
At this point, the younger Trunks had ran up to his room with Goten in
tow, but the elder version paid them no heed.
Bulma continued to explain that the Son family were also busy that night;
it was parents' evening at Gohan's school, and as such the three of them
were tied up. This left both their sons without anyone to look after
them.
"So you need me to babysit?" infered the future warrior from his mother's
story. She simply nodded.
"I know it's short notice, but I'll gladly pay you and-" she was cut off
by a chuckle from her time travelling son.
"Mother, I'm you son. You don't have to pay me for something like this."
He smiled happily at her. "I'll do it, for free."
And thus his fate was sealed.
After waving goodbye to his parents, Trunks turned to his two wards and
attempted to give off a firm-but-friendly air.
"Okay; Goten, Trunks." he stated with a smile. "I'm going to be in charge
for tonight; I was instructed to make sure you do your chores and..."
He stopped once he noticed the two of them were giggling.
"...is something the matter?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow.
Goten gently nudged his friend, and the younger Trunks held up what
looked like a photograph. Accepting it, Future Trunks saw what seemed to
be a picture of himself kissing a girl with black pigtails who looked to
be around his age.
"And what is this?" he asked, looking at the two youngsters. Kid Trunks
grinned.
"That's a picture of you. Making out with Videl. Gohan's girlfriend." His
grin widened at the shocked expression on his older version's face.
"Wh-wh-what...!? B-But I never...!!"
"You can't be a corporate head's son without learning your way around a
computer..." Kid Trunks simply stated with a cheeky smirk.
"AND we have plenty of copies!" the tiny Goku-clone shouted
enthusiastically.
"So unless you do what WE tell YOU, one of those pictures just might find
it's way to Gohan's hands..." the smirk shifted into an evil grin.
Future Trunks stumbled over his own tongue, trying to find the right
thing to say. Eventually, he simply sighed and hanged his head.
"What do you want me to do...?"
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And that's how he found himself where he was now. In his mother's room,
wearing her clothes and putting on her makeup. He looked down at himself
and felt sick; how did those little runts even know she had this outfit?
He was more than twice their age, and even HE didn't know about it!
Trunks' outfit consisted of a tight black leotard designed to cling to
curves and emphasize cleavage; curves and cleavage he didn't have. A
soft, white bunny tail sat just above his rear end, as if to tell anyone
behind him "Hey you, take a look at my butt!" On his legs were a pair of
royal blue tights, that ended in a pair of bright red shoes with ankle
straps and four inch stilleto heels. Around each wrist was a white shirt
cuff that matched the collar and bow tie around his neck. Topping the
whole ensemble was a black band with large, black rabbit ears that was
nestled in his short, lilac hair.
Trunks just sighed and continued to fan his hands to try and dry his
nails faster; the two Mini-Me's had instructed him not only to wear this
ridiculous costume, but to wear nail polish and makeup. That was why both
his nails and his lips were now the same scarlet red as his shoes.
"Oh, Trunks!" he heard his evil alterego shout in a singsong voice,
electing another sigh.
"Coming..." he called back, as he stood up and wobbled towards the door,
wincing in pain. High heels were bad enough, but his mother's shoes were
at least a size too small for him.
Predictably, the two young Saiyans burst into laughter at seeing their
babysitter. Trunks sighed and folded his arms.
"There; can I go put my clothes back on?" Once Goten and the younger
Trunks calmed down a bit, the latter grinned as he answered.
"Oh, not just yet. We have chores to do, remember...?"
The warrior-turned-crossdresser let out another sigh. "Fine, I'll do your
chores for you. but after that, can I please get out of this outfit?"
The child version's grin grew even wider. "We'll see."
And that's pretty much how Trunks' day went. For fear of Gohan getting
ahold of that picture, Trunks ended up running himself ragged while the
two boys he was supposed to be watching either watched television or
played between themselves. Cleaning, vacuuming, and cooking the kid's
meals was tiring work, and the tight outfit and high heels he was forced
to wear throughout didn't make it any easier.
As he stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes left by the kids'
dinners after putting them to bed, he was quietly cursing the two of
them. Turns out they had hidden his clothes and weren't going to let him
have them back until morning. He was so frustrated that he failed to hear
the back door open, or sense the person approaching until he was
practically breathing down his neck.
"Well, well..." a deep, slurred voice mumbled as Trunks felt two strong
arms wrap around his waist. He squeaked slightly as he felt himself being
lifted up and turned around, to see the face of a very, very drunk
Vegeta.
"I dunno how you got here before me, darlin'..." drawled the Saiyan
prince as he placed his crossdressed son on the kitchen counter. "...but
if you were feelin' that frisky, all y'had to do was say."
Trunks' eyes widened as he realised what was going on; his father had
mistaken him for his mother! And worse, his outfit was giving Vegeta the
wrong impression!
Trunks opened his mouth to tell his father his true identity when, to his
horror, Vegeta leant forward and kissed him right on his painted lips.
"MMM!" screamed Trunks as he felt his father's tongue force it's way into
his mouth. He tried to pull away, but Vegeta wrapped his much stronger
arms around him, holding him tight. After the kiss, the Prince of Saiyans
moved forward to whisper in his "wife's" ear.
"How about we head on upstairs...?" he slurred, grinning perversly as he
slowly reached up to grope Trunks'... completely flat chest.
Vegeta froze for a moment as he palmed the muscular pectoral that his
hand had found where there should be a soft-but-firm boob. He blinked and
shook his head slightly to clear his sight, and he finally noticed that
not only was this person a good deal more muscular than Bulma, but "she"
also had lilac hair.
"T.... Trunks!?" he roared, jumping back in horror as realisation of what
he just did and what he was about to do came crashing down upon him.
"F-Father.... I-I...." Trunks had no idea what to say. His father was
already cold and distant, but if he explains what happened, the little
version might give out those photographs.
"Y-you... m-me.... I ki...." Vegeta stumbled over his words as he tried
to make sense of the situation, his left eye turning red as several blood
vessels burst.
"D-Dad...?" asked Trunks, genuinely concerned at his father's well-being,
right before Vegeta stopped trembling and became eerily calm.
"Excuse me." he stated simply, before turning around and leaving out the
back door. Trunks didn't dare try to stop him. Instead, he simply slumped
through to the living room and turned on TV.
"Great..." he muttered, as he opened a can of beer and sat down on the
couch. "How could things get any worse?"
"Hey, Trunks, Vegeta! I'm home! And guess who I met on the way here!"
Trunks immediately spat the liquid in his mouth out in terror, as he
turned to find his mother as well as Goku, Chi-Chi and Gohan, all
standing in the doorway and staring at the lilac-haired bunny in front of
them.
Trunks never took a babysitting job again.
TRUNKS' NEW LOOK: BABYSITTING - END
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