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Baby Mama's Pt. 6
🕑 Added 2020-01-13 14:48:20 +0000 UTCTrunks and Goten quickly made their way towards the source of the crying, both boys hoping that their moms weren't hurt or worse; in need of a diaper change. The sound of the wailing women increased tremendously once Trunks pulled open the front door of the Son household. As the boys stepped into the house, they saw that their diapered mothers had made quite a mess in the living room. Each woman sat, surrounded by their discarded adult sized baby clothes, bawling their heads off like they actually belonged in diapers.
The boys couldn't believe their eyes! It had only been five minutes since Goten had put the women in the living room to protect them from the misguided visitor from space, but that had given the gals enough time to create a giant mess. Clothes lay haphazardly strewn about the floor, toys and furniture had been knocked over, but worst of all was the fact that there was now a fresh coat of paint on the wall.
"We were gone for like a minute!" Trunks exclaimed as he watched Bulma stand on her knees, scribbling gibberish on the walls with her paint covered fingertips.
"How could they have done this?" Goten asked as he looked at the living room he spent everyday enjoying. What was once a well kept and pristine place to relax now looked like a warzone.
Somehow the world's most intelligent woman had managed to get into her nail polish and was using it to finger paint, but that was the least of Trunks' and Goten's problems. They both knew that they had to get control over the situation and keep their mentally diminished mothers away from anything that could hurt themselves. Each boy snapped in action, Trunks went over to his mother while Goten tried to calm down his crying mother and sister in law.
"I don't know how you got into this stuff, mom, but it's not good for you!" Trunks gently admonished his misbehaving mother as he tried to clean her paint covered hands off with a washcloth.
A loud cry erupted from the blue haired scientist as her son did his best to clean her hands of the cosmetic paint that covered them. This sudden outburst startled Trunks which caused him to pull away from his mom. The diapered mother fell onto her back and went into a full blown tantrum. She kicked her legs and balled her fists as her exposed breasts bounced around from her anger riddled spasms.
Trunks wanted to look away, but he had to make sure his mom didn't bump her head. He kept his eyes on her head and realized that his mom seemed to be unharmed, no bumps or bruises. With no visual injuries, Trunks came to the conclusion that his mom was most likely acting up because she hadn't gotten her way. This seemed to be the most logical explanation for her sudden tantrum since that wasn't too far from how she acted as an adult when things didn't go her way.
"What happened to your mom?" Goten asked from across the room.
"I don't know. I think she's just fussy because she wanted to finger paint and I cleaned her hands off." Trunks explained as he tried to soothe the bawling Bulma with a pair of keys that he found lying nearby. A rancid smell caught his attention. "And I think she pooped her pampers…"
"That makes sense. I got Videl and 18 to calm down, but my mom won't stop crying."
Trunks hoisted up his tantruming mother. Doing his best not to touch the load in the seat of her diaper, he swiftly carried her over to where the other diapered women and Goten were.
"You seem to have a knack at calming them down. Just do whatever you did with 18 and Videl. Maybe it'll get my mom to quiet down for a minute."
"Where are you going?" Goten couldn't help but ask as his best friend sat his mom in front of him and walked away.
"I gotta call my grandpa. If anyone knows how to fix this, it's going to be him." Trunks said as he walked into the kitchen, looking for the landline.
A new round of sobs erupted from Bulma which caused the rest of the baby women to join in and cry their eyes out.
*Five Minutes Earlier*
"You guys gotta stay put while me and Trunks fight this alien!" Goten exclaimed as he sat a heavily diapered 18 on the floor beside his mother, Trunks' mom and Videl.
The women watched Goten sprint out the door and, once the door slammed shut, realized that their own safety was literally in their children's hands. This realization made Chi Chi start to cry loudly, but the other women seemed content, going so far as to try and calm down the raven haired mother wearing a toddler's party dress.
"It's going to be okay, Chi Chi. Our boys are strong enough to handle that thing!" Bulma said in a confident voice.
At least, that's what Bulma meant to say. What she heard come out of her mouth was unintelligible nonsense that sounded exactly like baby babble. Each mother turned to look at her, even Chi Chi stopped her sobbing long enough to look at Bulma with a cocked eyebrow.
"Are you trying to make fun of me or something?!"
Chi Chi questioned her friend in a harsh tone, but just like Bulma, her tongue had betrayed her and twisted her words into a garbled mishmash of goo goos and gagas.
Their actual infant aged children, Marron and Pan, watched them with curiosity from behind the meshed surface of their playpen. The babies couldn't help but giggle when Videl and 18 tried to talk.
"What's happened to us?!" Videl tried and failed to ask as she pawed at the diapered crotch underneath her onesie.
Despite not being able to communicate with each other, Chi Chi noticed her daughter in law trying to take off her onesie. This made her realize that maybe the alien's spell might be related to the clothing! With that thought in mind, she started to take off her dress.
Chi Chi clumsily grabbed the dress up from the frill covered hem and pulled it over her head. Freed from the gaudy red monstrosity of toddlerhood, Chi Chi struggled to get to her feet. Once she got both feet under her, the wife of the world's strongest man tried to take a step forward on her uncoordinated feet. Barely two awkward steps into her walk towards the door, she lost her balance and landed square on her pamper covered backside.
"WAAAHHH!"
Surprised by the loud crying, Bulma looked over her bare shoulder to see what the commotion was about. 'Just Chi Chi getting upset. Nothing new there.' The scientist thought as she fumbled with a bottle of nail polish she had pulled out of her purse.
While the other moms had been trying to talk or undress themselves, Bulma decided to actually get her thoughts across to the other moms. If she couldn't express them verbally, she could always write them out so that they could be read! With that plan in mind, she unscrewed the top to her nail polish with the grace of a two year old and poured what was supposed to be a drop out onto her finger tip. Sadly, her uncoordinated hands dumped the whole bottle of nail polish onto her left hand.
"Ugh" Bulma grunted, but she wasn't so easily deterred.
'When life gives you lemons, squeeze those lemons until you get lemonade!'
Every ounce of her being was determined to communicate to her friends and, once her son got done fighting, to the boys too. So, she stumbled forward, putting a red palm print of the carpet before she got up to her knees. Once she was steady, she raised her paint covered left hand to the wall and started to write her message to the world.
Sure, she could've used a pen or pencil, but everything she owned had a screen and she obviously wasn't physically capable of getting a pencil from Gohan's old study.
Bulma was so focused on keeping her balance that she barely noticed that her diaper was starting to balloon outwards from the back. It pulled at her hips, the weight causing it to droop towards the ground. The smell wafted up from her diaper until it reached her nostrils and caused her to grimace. 'Great. Chi Chi must've shit herself.' Bulma thought with a shudder as she continued to write out her message.
"We were gone for like a minute!" Bulma heard her son, Trunks exclaim.
The fact that her son had returned meant that he had defeated that bumbling imbecile from space!
However, her joy was quickly extinguished when her pint sized son grabbed her by the hand and started cleaning off the nail polish.
"I don't know how you got into this stuff, mom, but it's not good for you!"
Bulma couldn't believe that her son had ignored her painstakingly crafted message on the wall! How could he not-
'What in the name of Kami is that?!'
Bulma cried out in shock. She couldn't help but stare wide eyed at what she thought had been a finely prepared message written in nail polish. The truth of the matter was that there was no message on the wall. That is, unless she wanted to look like a naughty child drawing on the walls, her attempt at conveying her thoughts through writing failed miserably.
The realization that her message was nothing more than chicken scratch and thumb prints sent her into a full blown tantrum. Bulma gave up on keeping herself upright and fell onto her back with a muffled splat. Her mess spread all over her butt cheeks which only served to fuel her rage. She kicked and punched at the sky like a cat playing with a feather on a stick.
"What happened to your mom?" Bulma heard Goten ask from across the room.
"I don't know. I think she's just fussy because she wanted to finger paint and I cleaned her hands off."
'No! I'm pissed because I can't walk, talk or keep myself from crapping my pants!'
"And I think she pooped her pampers…"
'No shit, Trunks...and get that stupid set of keys out of my face!'
All of a sudden, her short stack of a son scooped her up and carried her over to where the other moms were.
"You seem to have a knack at calming them down. Just do whatever you did with 18 and Videl. Maybe it'll get my mom to quiet down for a minute."
Bulma grimaced as she was sat on her poop covered bottom.
"Where are you going?"
She heard Goten ask. Boy did she hate what Trunks had to say
"I gotta call my grandpa. If anyone knows how to fix this, it's going to be him." Trunks said as he walked away from his mother.
'I can't have my dad seeing me like this!'
A new round of sobs erupted from Bulma as she realized that her mom and dad would soon be on the way. While her father seeing her like this was going to be very embarrassing, it was going to be nothing compared to how bad her mom would react. For whatever reason, her mother always loved to take care of babies and spoil them.
If Trunks treating her like she was a child was upsetting to her than her mother cooing at her and blowing on her tummy during diaper changes was going to be downright nightmarish.
'Shit, this is going to be bad!' Bulma realized as she started to bawl.
To Be Continued...
