Chi Chi's New Nanny (Chapter 2) (Pixiv Fanbox)

(First Chapter here)

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Chi Chi's New Nanny

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Chi Chi took her time, eating her meal at a leisurely pace, occasionally stopping to watch as her son reached out to grab a fresh bowl of rich stew. Even now, during these peaceful days with nothing to worry about, Gohan reminded her so much of Goku. There was no rush or reason to devour the food sitting on the table with such reckless abandon and yet her boy was driven by the same seemingly never ending appetite that his father had possessed while alive.

The raven haired mother learned long ago that it was pointless to chastise either Saiyan sitting at her table for eating like they were in a race. She simply adapted to the culinary chaos at her table by making sure that her own eating habits matched theirs. Thankfully, with only Gohan at the table she didn't have to inhale her rice and chicken or consume the ribs she had lovingly prepared for her son in under a minute. She didn't have to tilt back her bowl of stew and chug it, but she would by lying to herself if she didn't miss eating dinner as a family. Sure, it was a hectic display of gluttony; a feast measured in minutes where only the fastest eater got the biggest portion of food, but she truly did cherish those moments.

Sighing, Chi Chi reached out with her chopsticks and grabbed a chicken breast between the two tiny wooden spears only to pause when she spotted the now familiar visage of her robotic twin standing in the door frame. Seeing Bulma's invention made the raven haired mother place the hunk of meat back down onto the pile of rice. ‘Hopefully, the tin can has learned its lesson,’ Chi Chi thought, staring at the unnervingly accurate recreation of herself.

“Good, you finally did something right by allowing my Gohan to eat his dinner in peace.” Chi Chi said, breaking the silence at the dinner table while looking at the metallic clone of herself standing behind Gohan.

Hearing his mother speak, Gohan immediately put the now empty bowl of stew down in front of him. It was his fourth bowl and he was starting to feel full which made it all the easier to stop eating and pay attention to his mother. He sat surrounded by numerous empty plates that stood stacked around him, wondering what his mom was going to tell him.

“Now that this thing is up and moving again I'll have to call Bulma and see if I can get her to sort her contraption out for us.” Chi Chi explained before returning her gaze to her son. “While I'm busy doing that I want you to go to bed after you finish your studies; If I need you, I'll shout for you.”

“Yes, mom.” Gohan nodded, happy to leave the table with a full stomach before his mother's unpredictable temper could flair up again. “Goodnight, mom!”

“Goodnight, Gohan!” Chi Chi called out to her son, waiting for him to leave the room so she could address her robotic doppelganger in private. “And as for you, I'm going to make sure that you never ignore me again!”

“M.O.M. doesn't ignore babies; especially ones as naughty as you.” The robot replied, completely catching Chi Chi off guard with such a bizarre statement.

“Great, you're malfunctioning again.” Chi Chi said with an exasperated breath as she stood up from her chair. She turned away from her clone made of steel to grab the phone by the kitchen. “You can forget about Bulma giving you a check up; She can take you bac-”

Before Chi Chi could reach the phone or even finish her sentence the machine had silently but swiftly approached her from behind and grabbed the raven haired mother, pulling her completely off of the floor!

“What are you doing!?” Chi Chi cried out in shock as she found herself held in the air, looking down at the floor.

“Baby Chi Chi has gotten into mommy’s clothing; You know you're not allowed to play with mommy's clothes.” The robot answered in a stern voice, holding the now kicking and squirming woman up by her armpits!

“These are my clothes, you stupid malfunctioning hunk of junk!” Chi Chi screamed as she swung her legs around wildly, trying to kick the metallic humanoid with her feet.

“Your clothes will be ready after your bath, baby.” The robotic nanny announced, pulling at the front of the squirming woman's dress, ripping it down the middle, sending all of the buttons on the front of the raven haired housewife’s traditional Chinese dress flying across the room from the force of the robotic hand tugging downwards at the fabric.

“Hey!!!” Chi Chi cried out in anger, trying to break free as her metallic doppelganger literally stripped her out of her favorite dress. “You just ruined my dress!”

“Baby Chi Chi is too young for a training bra.” The machine remarked, ignoring Chi Chi's shouts as it took note of the back of the angry mother’s bra before unclasping the clip on the back of it.

“Training bra?!” Chi Chi barked in disbelief at the sheer stupidity of what this robot was saying. “I haven't warn a training bra since I learned to fight in my battle armor you backward bucket of bolts!”

“Inappropriate underwear detected; these training panties offer inadequate protection against wetting and messes.” The metallic nanny prattled on, studying the back of Chi Chi's matching white panties until it started tugging on them.

“Don't pull on them!” Chi Chi’s voice rose an octave from the sudden pain of her panties being pulled up between her butt cheeks, literally flossing the opening of her lower lips. She dangled there for an agonizing moment until her underwear snapped in half, causing Chi Chi to land face first on the floor as her now ripped panties dangled from the crazy contraptions hand.

Chi Chi grumbled in pain, rubbing her sore bottom while cursing under her breath.

The former martial artist looked over her shoulder, wondering what the insane ironclad nanny was up to since it had let her go. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see the machine tossing down a few capsules. Plumes of smoke filled the living room as each device hit the ground only to disperse seconds later, revealing a giant pink plastic wash basin designed for an overgrown infant standing tall in the middle of the room. Each subsequent burst of smoke dissipated revealing a stack of washcloths, towels and a large bottle of baby shampoo!

With her mouth hanging open, Chi Chi stared at the enormous pink adult sized baby bathtub in stunned silence as she stood there naked on her hands and knees. What Bulma had told her about the machine being able to modify the size of any piece of furniture, while it was contained within a Dynocap, was completely lost to Chi Chi who couldn't help but gawk at the awaiting bath tub designed for the biggest of babies.

‘This has got to be a joke! Bulma is obviously playing some kind of weird joke on me!’

If the metallic nanny was a part of some elaborate prank being played on Chi Chi by its creator it didn't show any signs of giving up the charade as it approached the shocked former martial artist. “It's time for baby Chi Chi's bath!”

“Okay, Bulma!” Chi Chi shouted, looking around her house, hoping that the blue haired bimbo would pop her head out from the hallway or come through the front door and declare that this had all been a part of a very stupid joke to help them both momentarily forget about Goku's tragic death. “You got me! Now deactivate this stupid thing so I can get dressed!”

“Auntie Bulma is with your mommy, but M.O.M will happily schedule a playdate with her son, baby Trunks, for this weekend.” The malfunctioning matron of metal offered as it extended its arms to scoop the thoroughly confused mother up from the living room's floor.

“A playdate?!” Chi Chi repeated in disbelief before quickly adding, “With Trunks?!”

“Yes, of course with Trunks.” The nauseating nanny bot, who was designed to look exactly like her, replied as if it was the most obvious fact in the world as it brought Chi Chi over to where the huge pink baby tub stood. “It's important for babies to learn social skills when they're not learning how to recite their ABCs and 123s.”

“I visit Bulma every weekend; I already have enough social skills!” Chi Chi shouted, a vein appearing on her forehead as her legs were lowered through the holes of a mesh like seat within the plastic baby tub.

“That's good to know, sweetie.” The robot cooed in Chi Chi's voice and then recited her internal logic outloud. “If mommy takes you to Auntie Bulma's house every weekend then M.O.M will schedule a playdate with baby Trunks for this Saturday. If your Mommy objects to this adjustment in baby Chi Chi's schedule then M.O.M. will take you to the store to do some shopping.”

“You’re not taking me anywhere!” Chi Chi cried out in frustration, hitting the warm water of the bath with her fists.

“Mommy has authorized that M.O.M cares for you in her absence.” Bulma's invention explained to the tantrum throwing woman in a calm voice. “That means that baby Chi Chi can not be left on her own without proper adult supervision.”

“I don't need anyone to look after me like a damn baby!” Chi Chi countered, her face growing red with rage.

“Babies don't use naughty words!” The metallic maternal unit replied, her positive tone turning harsh and forceful, doing its best to sound exactly like Chi Chi when she was upset. “If you use another bad word M.O.M will wash your mouth out with soap and put your nose against the corner for a time out!”

Although Chi Chi wasn't facing the crazy contraption, she could tell that her metallic look alike meant business. Part of her wanted to test the machine's resolve, see what qualified as a “naughty word” since she did recall saying “stupid” a few times only moments ago, but she thought better of challenging the malfunctioning maternal bot.

“Babies cannot be left on their own.” The robot continued on with its previous point as if it didn't just threaten the middle aged mother with a mouth soaping while it pulled the ribbon holding Chi Chi's hair into a bun, unleashing the former martial artist’s long luxurious locks, causing her black hair to fall down her exposed back.

Chi Chi could feel the ends of her hair brushing against her tailbone, just above the slowly rising warm water. If not for the mechanical menace hellbent on treating her like an infant she might've marveled at the ingenuity of a self filling wash basin, but the feeling of the water gradually spreading across her bottom made the now naked martial artist realize that this crazy contraption was actually going to give her a bath. Chi Chi silently prayed that this ridiculous robot didn't want to cut her hair. Her fears about the future of her hair were immediately forgotten when she felt her doppelganger’s extended metal arm slide over her skin, wrapping itself around her toned tummy like tentacle, causing the middle aged housewife to resume her struggling even as the machine kept talking.

“That means that baby Chi Chi goes wherever M.O.M goes.” Bulma's invention cooed, pulling a strap from the front of the waterproof mesh that covered Chi Chi stomach until the pseudo seat grew tight between the frustrated mother’s legs. The machine’s other hand tested the gaps in the mesh, making sure that there was enough room by Chi Chi's thighs to not cut off her circulation. Satisfied that the mesh would hold her charge in place without injuring her, the metallic matron removed her hands from the mesh and patted Chi Chi on the head.

“I'm not going to stand for this!” Chi Chi screamed upon feeling the weight of her disrupted doppleganger's hand patting her head. She kicked her legs, wriggling around in the waist high water, trying to break free from the mesh enclosure around her waist and lower half, like a slippery seal, but couldn't seem to break through the space age mesh.

“It's a good thing baby Chi Chi is sitting down then, isn't it?” The nauseating nanny of steel observed with a lighthearted chuckle, utilizing Chi Chi's exact mannerisms against her as it dropped some pink colored liquid into the bath water from a plastic bottle.

“Gohan!!!!” Chi Chi shouted for her son while fighting against the mesh lining that held her hips in place, keeping her trapped inside of the adult sized infant tub.

“Such a silly baby.” Bulma's invention snickered. “Your big brother is busy studying and the sound proof barrier I placed over his room will ensure that fussy, little babies, like you, won't be able to interrupt him.”

“My big brother?!” Chi Chi exclaimed in shock, startled enough by the machine's bizarre statement to briefly stop squirming in the plastic wash basin.

“Yes, you'll see your big brother in the morning, baby.” The busted babysitting unit explained as it readied the bath supplies.

“He's not my-!” Chi Chi's fury filled retort was cut off by the malfunctioning machine dumping water onto her head!

“Here comes the rain.” The robot cooed, catching Chi Chi off guard as it poured a cup of bathwater over the naked mother's head.

“HEEEYY!” Chi Chi whined with an edge to her voice that was sharp enough to cut through vegetables.

“Don't be such a baby; It's just water.” The matron of metal remarked, trying not to laugh at how worked up Chi Chi was getting over having her hair washed.

Chi Chi crossed her arms over her chest, gritting her teeth as she silently fumed while the malfunctioning machine rubbed baby shampoo into her hair. Her face burned with shame due to how Bulma’s crazy contraption easily twisted her words against her. It was humiliating enough that it had managed to trap her in an oversized tub designed for infants, but did it really have to talk down to her like this? After all, it wasn't her fault that the unexpected feeling of a sudden downpour of fragrant bath water being dumped over her head had caught her off guard!

“That's a good baby.” Her discombobulated doppelganger cooed, pleased that the middle aged mother was sitting still and allowing it to massage the baby shampoo into her hair.

For the first time since being stripped of her clothing and manhandled by this crazy contraption Chi Chi actually found herself speechless. It was one thing to be treated like a baby but to be praised for being good was an entirely new level of shame all together. Wasn't it bad enough that a machine, built in her image, was busy massaging baby shampoo into the crown of her head? To be told not to act like a baby, and then be praised for her perceived cooperation, felt even more humiliating than simply sitting in this ridiculous, oversized baby tub, and letting the malfunctioning machine work, in the first place.

Not wanting to give the busted babysitting unit any more ammunition against her, Chi Chi sat in the waist high bath water and tried to focus on anything that would take her mind off of her current situation. She fiddled with the strap on the front of the mesh harness covering her crotch, trying to see if it would click and loosen the strange seat. For whatever reason it wouldn't budge and no matter how she moved her upper legs she couldn't maneuver them enough to actually pull them up through the legholes of the mesh seat. With little choice, Chi Chi sat in the waist high bath water and tried to wait for this ridiculous situation to pass.

Despite ceasing her rage fueled shouts, Chi Chi's body still burned from the shame of being naked and strapped into what she could only describe as a giant baby bath tub while a deranged mechanical babysitter was washing her hair like she was an actual baby. She sat in place, internally stewing while the water dripped down from her boobs and landed on her stomach, tracing her curves. The only thing she hated more than being talked back to was being ridiculed and somehow she was experiencing both of her biggest annoyances simultaneously coming from a malfunctioning machine no less. This coupled with the feeling of being as powerless as she currently felt was beginning to wear her out mentally.

She was literally unable to stop a crazy machine from washing her like a baby!

She may not have competed in the annual world martial arts tournament for over a decade, but there was no way she had become weak enough for some tin can, built by Bulma, to treat her like a damn doll! If she had another son she vowed to resume her training to not only make herself stronger, but to make sure that her son was strong enough to protect her once Gohan went away to an accredited University.

‘I really shouldn't need Gohan to help me take this thing down; I knocked it out with a single slap!’ Chi Chi recalled, coming to this conclusion after thinking about her unborn baby’s future. This realization that she could defeat her deranged dopplerganger fueled a sense of hope that had almost been extinguished by the ridiculous robot's comments. She started mentally preparing herself to knock this thing out of commission once and for all whenever the malfunctioning machine got around to releasing her from this insanely large baby bath tub.

With her mind made up the middle aged mother stretched out her legs and laid back against the plastic contours of the oversized wash basin. While bidding her time she couldn't help but breathe in the rich scents wafting around her. ‘This smells so familiar…’

Chi Chi searched her memories only for an answer to come from the depths of her mind; the oddly familiar smell came from a bubble bath mixture that she used to add to Gohan’s bath water when he was just a baby! Even though they ended up living in the middle of the mountains, far removed from the comforts of civilization, she still made sure that her baby boy had the very best. If she wasn't mistaken, this was a special type of liquid soap made that claimed to keep an infant's skin soft and moisturized.

This realization, that she was not only being treated like a baby but was being washed with actual products designed for babies, rekindled the burning blush that had only moments earlier started to fade from Chi Chi's pale face.

The sudden feeling of the malfunctioning machine's fingers working up a lather in her hair, bubbles rising up and falling across her shoulders and back, was a most welcomed distraction from her thoughts. She focused on the hands working on her hair, doing everything she could to picture herself anywhere but sitting naked, strapped into a giant newborn wash basin getting her hair washed. She hated to admit it but the feeling of the corrupted caretaker’s fingers massaging the fragrant baby shampoo into her scalp was beginning to soothe her sour mood. After all, she was a woman that had experienced few, if any, luxuries during her life and couldn't even remember the last time she had a bubble bath. If the setting had been different, say at a spa, she would've happily admitted that she was enjoying herself and wouldn't be ashamed to admit that it was a rather soothing and relaxing experience. Sadly, the mesh cupping her crotch and the plastic mold keeping her in place was difficult for her to ignore which kept the reality of her infantile treatment in the forefront of her thoughts.

Chi Chi continued to stew while fighting her conflicting emotions, allowing her anger to win out as it so often did. The feeling of the crazy contraption working to untangle any knots it found in her hair with patience and precision, caught her attention. It wasn't an easy task, the middle aged mother knew that from years of maintaining and brushing her long luxurious locks. At the very least, she could mentally compliment the machine for being skilled in haircare. Those thoughts of praising her wayward warden vanished the moment it poured another cup full of soapy water over her head.

If it wasn't for the way this crazy contraption kept dumping water on her head like a child she might've been able to relax for more than a few minutes at a time, but it seemed like the machine was determined to annoy her.

Sure, it wasn't that annoying to feel the crazy contraption running its fingers through her hair, but the condescending comments combined with how it dumped the bath water onto her head, sending clumps of the now lathered shampoo into the water was definitely pushing her patience to the limits. Still, she knew that the more she fought against the machine the longer the bath would last which increased the odds of Gohan walking out of his room to wish her a good night only to end up seeing her naked!

That terrible thought reminded Chi Chi of what the malfunctioning moronic nanny bot had said about it deploying some sort of sound proof force field around Gohan's room which explained why he hadn't come to her aid.

‘I guess it's a good thing that Bulma’s crazy contraption had put some kind of soundproof bubble around his door.’ Chi Chi recalled, being grateful that she would be able to preserve her modesty while simultaneously lamenting the fact that Gohan was unable to hear her no matter how loud she yelled or fought against her metal clad maternal warden. ‘I just have to wait until he finishes his studies and comes out to wish me a good night.’

With her son still in her thoughts, the raven haired mother pulled her knees to her chest, shielding her breasts from being seen, and wrapped her arms around her knees. This caused the mesh to cling even tighter to her midsection but that was just another burden that Chi Chi was willing to bear if it meant preserving her modesty in this messed up situation.

M.O.M. took this change in Chi Chi's posture to mean that the girl was signaling to it that she was ready to have her back washed. Using its hands the robotic nanny parted the middle aged mother's freshly washed hair and picked up a washcloth.

“It's time to scrub the baby clean!” The defective doppelganger declared in a sugary tone of voice.

A groan came from Chi Chi as M.O.M's powerful hands worked on the rural housewife's back and shoulders. “Baby Chi Chi is going to smell so good and be so clean. Yes she is!”

Chi Chi’s silent protest was interrupted by an unbridled utterance of pure satisfaction after the machine massaged the wash cloth into a particularly tense spot along her shoulders that the former martial artist had been ignoring. It was yet another situation where she might've enjoyed getting her back rubbed with the wash cloth if she wasn't being talked down to like a baby. It was difficult to deny that this was actually much more relaxing than getting her hair washed since the misguided machine was using just enough strength to massage her sore muscles without putting too much pressure into any one spot. There was little doubt in her mind that she would be sleeping like a baby tonight, after either she or Kami forbid, Gohan defeated this deranged domestic bot.

‘Maybe Gohan can talk some sense into this crazy contraption when he comes out to wish me good night after he finishes his studies.’

Another sigh left from Chi Chi's mouth bit not from relief.

‘This could be a very long night if this stupid thing slowed down Gohan's studies as much as Gohan had claimed during dinner.’

Ultimately, the worst thing that could happen was having to wait an hour or two for her son to leave his room. Actually, the more Chi Chi thought about it the worst possible outcome was having to return this malfunctioning machine to Bulma in a pile of scrap. Bulma would be pissed, Chi Chi already knew that without having to give it a second thought, but she'd shut her mouth once a lawsuit was brought up.

Chi Chi's face went blank and her body rigid upon realizing that any legal action, or even having to explain to Bulma what had happened, would require her having to tell another person about how she was stripped naked and washed by a damn machine! Such a situation would be an incredibly damaging blow to her ego. A blow that she knew no monetary reward could ever truly compensate for enduring. Subconsciously, she pushed back against the robotic hand washing her back, trying to sit up from her position.

M.O.M. took notice of Chi Chi pushing against her hands and decided that the girl was ready to have her arms and chest scrubbed.

Suddenly, the relaxing pressure of the robot's hands vanished from her back, leaving Chi Chi to wonder if the bath was finally finished. Her newfound hope quickly soared when her unwanted babysitter appeared in front of her. Using its hands, the robotic nanny adjusted the mesh harness around Chi Chi's lower body, giving her the faintest illusion that it was about to release her from the adult sized, plastic baby bath tub until it gently guided the middle aged mother backward by pushing on her shoulders. Chi Chi's eyebrows furrowed but she complied, reclining back against the plastic molding of the oversized wash basin. Much to the middle aged mother's annoyance, her disoriented doppelganger brought up a washcloth towards Chi Chi's neck and started scrubbing her skin.

An indignant groan escaped from Chi Chi as M.O.M's powerful hands scrubbed just underneath her neck. All of her hopes of being released from this ridiculous giant wash basin had been dashed only seconds after materializing. Instinctively, she brought her arms over her breasts and covered her chest, not wanting the crazy contraption to touch her there.

‘If it had unbuckled me I would've kicked this messed up machine in the head!’

“Gotta get every nook and cranny!” The misguided machine cooed.

Chi Chi sighed in annoyance due to the baby talk. She tried to move away from Bulma's infernal invention only to notice that the now loosened harness still kept a tight hold around her hips.

Sadly for Chi Chi, the busted babysitter wasn't taking any chances with the furious mother and took every precaution to make sure she wasn't able to get away.

“Arms up.” M.O.M. ordered in its chipper tone, sounding far too happy for Chi Chi to stomach. “It’s time to get those arms and dirty little hands all nice and clean, baby!”

“My hands aren't dirty!” Chi Chi blurted out, still keeping her arms crossed over her breasts, shielding her naked chest from being seen.

“Silly, baby. How can M.O.M know that if you don't show them to M.O.M?” The robot asked, its tone filled with a condescending tilt to it like it thought Chi Chi was an idiot.

“Fine!” Chi Chi practically spat, sounding just like the bratty baby the robot viewed her as while she held her hands out.

“Good girl.” The misguided machine praised Chi Chi as it started working on her hands, washing them thoroughly, the wash cloth getting in between each of her fingers before the machine moved on to scrubbing her forearms.

Chi Chi closed her eyes and exhaled, trying her best not to picture how she looked at that exact moment sat in a giant tub meant for infants as she held her arms out like a dirty child. Not seeing her metallic likeness looming in front of her only slightly tamped down her growing annoyance. Such moments of inner strength were tested and ultimately broken when she felt the machine stick its fingers in between her arms. Even with her eyes shut she could feel it begin to scrub the inside of her armpits like she was too stupid to herself. ‘Gohan better convince it that I am his mother and not his baby sister or so help me…’

“I’ll have to destroy this thing.” Chi Chi muttered to herself, resolved to settle things without her son's help as Bulma's messed up machine scrubbed her boobs.

“What was that sweetie?” The broken babysitter asked as it washed the upset mother's exposed chest.

“Nothing.” Chi Chi muttered to herself, surprised that she had actually said that out loud.

‘The first rule of combat is not to telegraph your move to the enemy!’ Chi Chi fumed, annoyed with herself when she noticed where the crazy contraption was moving its hand.

“Spread your legs for M.O.M.!”

‘Its bad enough I let that thing scrub my chest; I don't want it touching me down there!’

Despite her earlier attempts failing spectacularly Chi Chi decided it was time to press her luck again. “Don't you need to charge your batteries or something?”

“Silly baby, M.O.M. has an internal power core capable of supplying power for an eternity.” The maternal machine chuckled to itself. “Now spread your legs, baby girl.”

“Of course that brainy bimbo gave this tin can a never ending power source.” Chi Chi replied bitterly, stretching her legs apart until her feet touched the frame of the baby tub.

“Language!” Chi Chi's robotic doppelganger exclaimed, growing annoyed with its charge. “We do not call our Auntie Bulma mean names.”

“Are you serious?!” Chi Chi grumbled, her blood beginning to boil again. “All I said was ‘bimbo!’ That's not a bad word!”

“M.O.M. will give you one last warning because it wasn't expressly specified that name calling is considered naughty.” The machine explained, changing its target after a quick computation before bringing the washcloth in its hand towards Chi Chi's face.

“I've had enuf of dis!” Chi Chi tried to voice her anger but the washcloth that was wiping the make up from her face accidentally ended up going in her mouth when M.O.M moved it downwards to scrub the lipstick off of her lips.

“Sorry, baby.” The steel clad nanny giggled, quickly pulling the washcloth from Chi Chi's mouth. “At least we got all that silly lipstick off of your lips; Babies like you shouldn't be playing in mommy's make up after all.”

“I wasn’t playing-” Chi Chi stopped for half a second to process her thoughts, the bulging vein returned to her forehead so she realized what the machine was implying. Tired of walking on eggshells the enraged mother unleashed her anger by screaming, “That's my make up!” as she kicked her legs in the now soapy water like a tantrum throwing toddler.

While Chi Chi screamed her head off M.O.M decided to let the baby tire herself out and continued to wash the tantrum throwing brat by running the soap covered washcloth over Chi Chi's upper body, tracing the woman's breasts as it scrubbed her chest. Each and every word the former martial artist had uttered since M.O.M had come back online was being documented by the machine's database and her current outburst was no different. Needless to say, the operating system was quickly becoming accustomed to the idea that the raven haired girl under its care was a rather slow baby given how everything she had said and was currently saying ran counter to the programming M.O.M repeatedly referenced. It was only logical for the machine to compute that its charge not only lacked a basic understanding of the world, but how she fit into it. After all, an adult wouldn't have a need for a nanny and could take care of themselves, but Chi Chi had yet to prove that she could do anything other than argue and throw a tantrum like the fussiest of toddlers.

“It's okay to play pretend and to think you're a big girl, but that's a long time away.” The malfunctioning machine explained to the irate housewife who was kicking water all over the living room floor, acting more and more like the baby the machine saw her as. “Baby Chi Chi still has to be potty trained before you can go to preschool and then you'll be a big girl.”

“I'm not a big girl!” Chi Chi shouted, tired of being talked down to by a worthless bucket of bolts until she realized what she had said and clarified what she was trying to express to the machine, “I'm a mother, you stupid tin can!”

“Baby Chi Chi won't be a mommy until you find a boy and go on a date, but baby Chi Chi doesn't have to worry about boys for a very long time. In fact, all you have to worry about is a date with Mr. Bar of Soap because rit's time for a well deserved mouth soaping!” M.O.M. clarified, as if such a fact needed to be said, before yanking the shouting mother out of the oversized wash basin until she was held up on her feet by just her ear!

“You can't do that to me!” Chi Chi cried out in pain as the steel clad nanny designed to look exactly like her dragged the dripping wet woman away from the plastic wash basin by the tip of her ear lobe.

“Your mommy has given me permission to discipline you while she is away.” The ridiculously strong robot declared in a no nonsense tone, holding Chi Chi's ear with its left hand as it started to swat the middle aged mother's wet, plump bottom with it's right hand, forcing the squirming and wailing woman to walk towards the bathroom.

“Ouch!” Chi Chi whined, her wet skin stinging from the swift smacks that the malfunctioning machine kept giving her bottom.

“If you would listen I wouldn't have to spank you.” The metallic mothering unit explained, hoping that baby Chi Chi would get the message, but the misbehaving mother wasn't done causing a commotion.

“Gohan!” Chi Chi desperately shouted at her son's bedroom door, practically leaping for the door, before she was pulled backward and dragged into the bathroom by her ear. “Help me!”

"It's a good thing your mommy authorized the use of a sound blocking forcefield to be used around your big brother's room.” The mechanical matron explained before shutting the door of the bathroom behind itself. “She would be very upset if his studies were interrupted by you throwing another tantrum.”

“When did I-?!” Chi Chi wondered aloud but before she could finish her question she was violently yanked yet again by her ear, forcing her head downwards toward the awaiting sink.

“Wait here, baby.” M.O.M ordered after finally releasing the tantrum throwing mother's ear.

Chi Chi stood there with her back hunched over, dripping wet, forced to watch as Bulma's crazy contraption twisted the handle on the faucet right in front of her face. Without another word spoken the mishuided machine grabbed the bar of soap and held it underneath the running water. While she stood there, watching the soap becoming more frothy underneath the steady stream of water up with each passing second, the former martial artist wondered if she could make a break for her son's room. The constant heat radiating from her punished posterior was a painful reminder of what would happen if she got caught before she could get Gohan's attention, but was stopping this maniacal machine not worth the risk of getting spanked? If she succeeded, she wouldn't be forced to suck on a bar of soap; Not to mention she would avoid whatever else the robot had planned for her.

"Open your mouth, baby." M.O.M interrupted Chi Chi's internal debate with a voice that left little doubt that the malfunctioning machine meant business.

Upon hearing her mechanical matron's voice it immediately dawned on Chi Chi that she had squandered her only opportunity to get away from her tin clad torturer as she found herself staring at the fully lathered bar of soap being held up to her mouth. Not knowing what else to do, she stubbornly shook her head and kept her mouth closed in obvious defiance of the metallic mothering unit's order.

‘It can't punish me if I keep my mouth closed.’ Chi Chi thought to herself, quickly coming up with a strategy to outlast the malfunctioning machine that had declared itself her warden; All she had to do was play the waiting game. ‘It's only a matter of time until Gohan has to use the bathroom.’

Much to her surprise, the machine relinquished its hold on her ear. Whatever relief Chi Chi experienced died the moment her disoriented doppelganger’s fingers appeared in front of her face and actually pinched the end of her nose shut!

‘What am I going to do now?!’ Chi Chi stood there worried as an overwhelming sense of panic pervaded her entire body.

The raven haired mother never imagined that Bulma's crazy contraption would resort to clamping her nose shut with its fingers and yet here she stood, naked in her own bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror while a machine designed to look exactly like her pinched her nose between its slender, metallic fingers.

“You better open your mouth, baby, or you'll pass out.” The busted babysitter repeated its command, but added the caveat that Chi Chi ultimately knew would befall her if she continued to test the machine.

‘It really knows that I'm going to run out of air and pass out.” Chi Chi lamented, her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen that only a minute of holding her breath had brought with it. ‘What kind of twisted babysitter did that bimbo build?!’

After what felt like an eternity the raven haired mother was forced to open her mouth and gasp for air, but before she could get a decent breath her dutiful doppelganger stuffed the frothy bar of soap into her mouth.

“MMPHH!” Chi Chi’s muffled cries echoed off of the walls of the small bathroom as the malfunctioning machine held the lathered up bar of soap in place, refusing to let her push it out with her tongue.

Almost immediately Chi Chi could feel the suds dripping from the bottom of the soap, cascading across her tongue, and ultimately going down her throat. She instinctively jerked her head back, but the metallic matron was faster than she ever could've anticipated and quickly held the back of her head in place with its left hand while holding the frothy bar of soap in her mouth with its right hand. It was obvious that she was powerless to break free from the iron grip of Bulma's horrible machine, but that didn't stop her from twisting her head and doing everything within her power to spit the offensive bar of soap from her mouth.

“A good baby holds still!” The mechanical menace declared as it started lecturing the naked mother who was still doing all she could to defy the machine. “A good baby doesn't use naughty language!”

Chi Chi tried to ignore her deranged doppelganger, but the bar of soap wedged firmly between her teeth and the acrid taste of soap kept her mind focused on the punishment at hand. Each and every move only built up more suds. Saliva sloshed around her mouth, mixing with the soap and bombarding her taste buds with the toe curling taste of soap. She could feel the greasy lather building up, its horrible flavor, penetrating every inch of her mouth as she kept trying to wriggle away from the nightmarish nanny that held the bar of soap in her mouth.

All her frantic attempts at gaining freedom did was cause her lips and tongue to slide around the length of the bar of soap which created even more suds to fill her mouth! If that wasn't bad enough Chi Chi made the mistake of trying to breathe through her mouth while trying to get away from the slippery intruder and ended up literally swallowing a mouthful of the soapy saliva that had begun to pool in the back of her mouth.

“MMMHPMM!” The raven haired mother screamed even louder around the bar of soap after ingesting the soap flavored saliva.

“Baby girls listen to their nannies!” The malfunctioning machine prattled on, its tone firm and unyielding just like the bar of soap it held in Chi Chi's mouth, but the enraged housewife refused to listen to her horrible doppelganger.

“MMMMHHPP!” Chi Chi shouted back at her ironclad captor. Even as she was being lectured to be a good girl and listen, she continued to pull away from the horrible object in her mouth.

Her rebellion could only last so long and, despite being a trained martial artist, Chi Chi was out of practice and her stamina was the first to falter. What had started out as desperate, full bodied jerks to break free from the ironclad grip of her metallic matron gradually became nothing more than weak wriggling. Her once forceful thrashing was reduced to half hearted twists of her head as the mouth soaping dragged on and on. She still tried to pathetically dislodge the soap from her mouth, but even her once ear piercing shouts of soap filled rage had died on her tongue, replaced by what could only be described as the muffled cries of a tantrum throwing toddler who had tired herself out.

“Now that you're getting tired let's wash all that naughtiness out of your mouth and then we'll see if you need to use the big girl potty.” M.O.M. declared as it took note of the raven haired woman's sluggish movement. It was at this moment that it brought its hand forward, pushing the dreaded bar even deeper into the tantrum throwing mother's mouth.

Chi Chi's eyes grew wide in horror as the machine forced every inch of the lathered up bar of soap deeper into her mouth until she felt the back of the firm brick of ivory soap touch the little punching bag that hung in the back of her mouth. Such an unwanted and unexpected sensation caused her to gag as she instinctively bit down, sinking her teeth into the dreaded bar of soap to try to stop its unwanted advance. Sadly, it was too late and Chi Chi's sensitive gag relief caused her to start violently coughing around the bar which once again tried to force it from her mouth, but all her unintentional efforts did was churn up a fresh batch of soap soaked spittle that washed over the bar. In the blink of an eye she had created even more foam than before and her coughing fit caused a frothy trail of foam to spill from her mouth and trickle down her chin. Each cough ultimately caused the soap laced drool to fling randomly from her chin and splatter across the sink and over her bare breasts.

“This is why babies need to listen to their nanny.” M.O.M remarked, pulling the bar of soap from its charge's mouth, after seeing how red Chi Chi's face was becoming, to allow the bratty baby to catch her breath.

“Oh- Kami!” Chi Chi said in between gasps as she tried to regain her breath.

“Are you going to be a good baby?” The incessant machine asked, waiting for Chi Chi to answer.

“Yes!” Chi Chi shouted, thoroughly defeated and desperately trying to spit any of the remaining suds from her mouth like an upset toddler. “Just don't do that to me again!”

“As long as you don't use naughty language M.O.M won't have to wash out your little mouth.” The malfunctioning machine responded, much to Chi Chi's annoyance.

Unlike earlier, Chi Chi was smart enough to keep any rude remarks she may have had to herself and filled her mouth with the water pouring from the faucet, eager to rinse her mouth out. In any other situation she would've chewed out the crazy contraption for wasting water by leaving the faucet on, but given her current condition, she was grateful for the cool water. However, much to her horror, every mouthful she took not only failed to remove the foul flavor from her mouth but it somehow strengthened it as new bubbles formed along the sides of her tongue and teeth!

“Hopefully you learned a valuable lesson, baby.” The robotic caretaker commented as it watched Chi Chi struggling to rid her mouth of any of the remaining soapy suds.

After spitting out a mouthful of water Chi Chi felt the firm grip of Bulma’s crazy contraption grab her by her arm and pull her up into a standing position. Not wanting to give the malfunctioning machine a reason to jam the bar of soap back into her mouth, Chi Chi didn't resist and found herself staring into the mirror of her bathroom. The reflection that stared back at the defeated former martial artist was as absurd as it was humiliating; Chi Chi saw herself standing naked in her own bathroom: her hair was a mess, her face red from exertion with tears on the very edges of her eyes, snot dripping from her nose and foamy drool covering her chin making her look like she had just spit up her daddy's shaving cream. Her eyes gradually drifted downward to avoid looking at her face and she found herself staring at her chest only to see that her breasts were splattered with soap soaked saliva. And yet, that wasn't as humiliating as seeing her diabolical doppelganger holding her upright, dressed in her brilliant blue dress and with her hair perfectly pulled back in a tight bun while Chi Chi stood next to the mechanical matron like she was a sniveling child!

“Now let's go see if you can use the potty like a big girl.” M.O. M. declared in a jovial tone as it ushered the naked mother into the hallway by her arm.

VIKING

Chi Chi was about to ask her metallic likeness how she was supposed to use the toilet since they were in the process of leaving the bathroom when she spotted her son's bedroom door. Without even considering the consequences of her actions, she lunged at the doorknob for a second time, desperate to turn the knob and scream for Gohan to help her once the door was open. However, just as her fingers brushed against the cold brass of the door's knob, she was yanked back by her shoulder with a strength that rivaled Goku’s own.

“Bad baby!” The metallic matron shouted at Chi Chi, holding the misbehaving mother by her upper arm once again as it gave her bottom a swift smack. “You know better than to bother your big brother while he is studying!”

“He's not my brother!” The irate mother screamed, stomping her foot due to how angry she was, but before she could slam her barefoot down for a second stomp she was thrown off balance by her mechanical doppelganger pulling on her arm, yanking her forward.

While M.O.M marched Chi Chi out to the living room the enraged mother was failing her free arm around and shouting like it was the end of the world. Just like during the mouth soaping, M.O.M allowed the overworked baby to tire herself while calculating the best way to limit the trouble making toddler's range of movement. The erection of a baby gate in the hallway was definitely looking like the most likely option, but if Chi Chi failed to use the potty then perhaps she was at a younger development stage than previously determined. If that was the case then putting her in a playpen with some age appropriate toys would also be a suitable solution. Perhaps a baby gate and a playpen would be best? No matter what, M.O.M had to obey the primary command to keep the baby from disturbing Gohan and it would take any action necessary to fulfill that order even if it meant swaddling Chi Chi and putting her down for an early bedtime, but such measures seemed to be a bit too extreme for a toddler.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I'm Gohan's mother?!” Chi Chi's latest inquiry actually caught M.O.M.’s attention.

“You have such a powerful imagination, baby Chi Chi.” The misguided mothering unit observed after having purposely ignored the tantruming toddler's repeated shouting since preventing her from disturbing her big brother. “Let's see if you can put it to good use by using it to figure out how the big girl potty works.”

Chi Chi was so caught off guard by what Bulma's misguided machine had said that she barely had time to think of a response given that part of her wanted to scream at the crazy contraption while another part of her mind legitimately wanted to know how she was supposed to use the ‘potty’ in the living room. Her unspoken question was about to be answered thanks to the ridiculous robot tossing yet another capsule to the floor where it exploded. Chi Chi stood there naked, as the smoke cleared, completely shocked by what the rapidly fading fumes revealed. In the middle of her living room stood something that she had never expected to see; a gigantic, pink and white adult sized baby's potty chair!

“You expect me to use that thing!?” Chi Chi demanded, pointing at the enormous potty chair as she glared at Bulma's broken babysitter.

“What's wrong with it?” M.O.M asked in a gentle tone, trying not to scare what it assumed Chi Chi was; a difficult toddler who was more than likely afraid of the potty.

“That's a baby's potty!” Chi Chi shouted at the malfunctioning machine, clearly at her wits end.

“Such a smart baby.” M.O.M cooed, patting Chi Chi on the head. “It’s also a really pretty shade of pink too.”

A massive vein started throbbing on the naked mother's forehead. Needless to say, Chi Chi had no idea how Bulma's invention couldn't see the problem with what it was proposing. Not only that, but how on Earth was she supposed to convince an obviously faulty robot what was wrong with the very concept of a grown woman taking a seat on a chair meant for an actual baby and peeing into it in the middle of her living room when she had a perfectly functional toilet waiting to be used in her bathroom!?!

Not wanting to waste her breath given the futility of her earlier efforts, Chi Chi decided to protest the malfunctioning mother unit's absurd suggestion. She crossed her arms, stuck her chin up and stubbornly declared, “I'm not using it.”

“Is Baby Chi Chi afraid of the potty? Is that it?” M.O.M wondered aloud, trying to use what it had witnessed about Chi Chi's personality thus far to make her want to prove herself by using the potty.

The very notion of being subtly called a coward for not wanting to debase herself in front of a giant tin can irked Chi Chi, but she wasn't about to give in. “Nope, I don't care what you say; I'm not going to use it!”

“Sounds like Baby Chi Chi needs her diapers.” M.O.M chuckled, already reaching into its central compartment to retrieve the capsule that held the diapers it needed for Chi Chi.

To Be Continued…