DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 28 (Pixiv Fanbox)

Trunks gazed down from the control booth with an ever growing grin, taking in the sight of Goten's mom acting like a giant baby as she spat out her baby food made of mashed peas. The green colored goop literally erupted around the spoon lodged in her mouth which threatened to make the young Saiyan burst out in laughter from how babyish the normally strict woman looked sitting in her high chair wearing a bib and diaper spitting up baby food. His sinister smile grew from the sight of the machines already working to stop Goten's mom's ridiculous rebellion. Even without him lifting a finger the glove covered robotic hands had resumed their work, forcing yet another spoonful of green colored goop back into her mouth, but the gears inside the young Saiyan's head were beginning to turn.

Trunks rubbed his chin, thinking up the next phase of Chi Chi's punishment when an unexpected ringing sound pierced the tranquility of the control booth, nearly causing the bowl haired boy to jump. His eyes stared at the phone as everything around the young fighter seemed to vanish from focus. He took a breath, ready to tell whichever secretary or corporate drone who was calling for his mom that she was too busy to come to the phone.

“Hello?” Trunks answered the phone, holding it next to his face.

“Trunks?” The familiar voice of his father reached the young Saiyan, much to his shock.

“Dad?” Trunks replied, caught completely off guard; he had been expecting someone from Capsule Corp to be on the other end of the line!

Unbeknownst to Trunks, the speaker that announced everything spoken inside of the control booth was still engaged, broadcasting everything that was being said inside the sealed off operating center into the lab. Both Bulma and Chi Chi gasped around the spoons in their mouths, obviously stunned by this turn of events. It took only a matter of seconds for their momentary shock to rapidly diminish and grow into a desperate sense of hope. Both moms were instantly invigorated by the fact that Vegeta was on the phone and started shouting his name as loud as they could!

Before either Trunks or Vegeta could say another word the shrill screams of Bulma and Chi Chi breached the chamber, alerting Vegeta to the fact that his wife was very upset about something given the sound of her voice shouting his name.

“What's that noise?” Vegeta asked, concern lingering on the edges of each word he spoke.

An epiphany rocked the young boy as his mother and Goten's mom kept shouting in the lab. Thinking fast, he pressed the button to block all outside noise from entering the room, essentially sealing the control booth off to their shouts of anger and preventing any further transmission of anything said within the chamber to be broadcasted to them. As if flipping a switch the entire booth was bathed in silence giving Trunks the perfect response to give his father.

“Mom's upset because the phone ringing messed up her experiment.” Trunks replied earnestly with a hint of annoyance in his voice to truly sell the lie.

“When isn't she experimenting on one of those blasted things?” Vegeta asked, already exasperated before the conversation had truly begun.

This was one of the reasons why he rarely disturbed his wife when she was in her lab because it seemed like every time he called he was interrupting something that she was doing. However, this time he didn't care if he had ruined her little experiment because this was about the boy and couldn't be put off until later. The morning had already passed and there was only so many hours left in the day to get in some much needed training with Trunks.

“Yeah, that's why I'm down here: I'm helping her test out her new invention with Goten's mom.” Trunks explained, keeping it short and simple.

“You wasted enough time last week when you and that girl helped her out.” Vegeta declared in a level tone, ready to convince the boy to come join him for a day in the gravity chamber.

“I know.” Trunks winced, immediately recalling the horrors he and Mai endured that day.

“Then you've already helped your mother enough.” Vegeta reasoned, the conclusion of the conversation within reach.

“Yeah, but-" Trunks was immediately cut off by his father.

“You've been putting off your training for far too long to help your mother in that lab of hers.” Vegeta countered, not willing to hear any excuse on the matter. “I'll be waiting for you on the balcony where a lunch fit for a king awaits us both.”

Trunks' stomach growled in response, seemingly settling things before he could even think of anything to say. “That does sound good.”

“Good. Once we're full we will spend the day training.” Vegeta stated, satisfied and ready to train with his son.

“But what about mom?” Trunks asked, trying one last time to justify staying in the lab.

“Once we're finished training for the day you can go back to the lab, if you want, but I'm sure your mother can handle herself without you around.” Vegeta replied, hanging up the phone before Trunks could argue with him.

“Damn, woman.” The Prince of all Saiyans sighed to himself while staring down at the red phone in annoyance. “Always wasting the boy's time with those pointless machines. He should be training more to stay stronger than Kakarot’s brat.”

“Of course dad has to interrupt my revenge.” Trunks muttered to himself while watching his mom and Goten's mom shouting up at the control booth.

“Vegeta!” Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking her fist towards the glass partition of the control booth.

“Vegeta!” Chi Chi was right beside her, unleashing her own ear piercing scream at Trunks through the glass.

“Get down here and stop Trunks!” Bulma ordered, her voice filling the lab while Chi Chi incessant shouting was immediately silenced by a spoon being shoved into her mouth.

In any other situation the sight of the machine shutting Goten's mom up would've brought a smile to the young Saiyan's face.

Seeing the look of utter shock as yet another spoonful of baby food filled his mother's face definitely helped cheer the young Saiyan up as a smirk grew across Trunks' face. He took a moment to process his thoughts, trying to figure out his next move when he realized that the machine was more than capable of managing itself in his absence. During the phone call it had kept feeding both his mother and Goten's mom. However, Goten's mom proved that the hands couldn't function independently without any input from him when she forced Trunks to take over manual control of a dozen of the metallic arms just to defeat the diapered mother's uprising. While he had bested her in combat, the other glove wearing hands had allowed his mom to wander off because they weren't ordered to do anything.

‘There's gotta be an autopilot function that I can activate so that the machine doesn't stop when it runs out of things to do them.’ Trunks looked over the control panel, searching for anything that could fit what he had in mind. It only took a moment to find the button that would activate the oddly named “autonomous caregiver mode” which would give him peace of mind once he left. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that activating the auto pilot sounded too good to be true so he decided to set up a schedule, for lack of a better term, that gave the machine something to follow until he returned.

Wasting no time, Trunks programmed a routine for the machine to follow, scheduling it to feed, burp, bathe, diaper and give them a playtime sequence that would be followed by a nap. Hopefully, it would buy him enough time and, even if he wasn't back until after his mother and Goten's mom's nap, the machine would hopefully keep them in their cribs until given further instructions, right?

‘What if they need a diaper change?’ The thought almost made him laugh out loud.

Ultimately, Trunks couldn't spend another second worrying about that. If either mom did that then they would have to stew in their dirty diapers until the machine decided to change them. He entered the final keystroke, looked over everything and pressed “enter" before making his leave from the lab.

“Did Vegeta hear us?” Both Bulma and Chi Chi couldn't help but wonder out loud after swallowing the horrible pea flavored mush as they both gazed up in worry at the transparent glass partition of the control panel.

Both diapered women were stunned to see that the room where Trunks once stood, lording over them, sat empty right in front of their eyes!

“Huh?!” They both uttered in unison, shocked to see that Trunks no longer was in the control room.

To Be Continued…