Chibi Chaos! 4: Help Us, Piccolo! "Oww! Stop it!" cried Marron. "Vegeta! Let go of Marron's hair!" Goten warned. Chibi Vegeta snickered, let Marron's pigtail go, and proceeded to run around the room again. He belted Chibi Goku across the head. "Tag! You're it!" "That hurt!" exclaimed Chibi Goku. "Hey, do you wanna spar?" "Is Frieza a raving poof?" "What?" "Never mind! Of course I wanna spar!" "NO!" Goten stepped between the tiny Saiyans before they had the chance to attack each other. "No sparring inside." "Fine, we'll go outside then." Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Goku ran over to the door, and bumped into Pan and Uub. "Where do you think you're going?" Uub asked, grabbing a child under each arm. "Hey, where's Bra?" Pan looked around. "Watering the flowers on her bed spread." answered Trunks. "But don't go up there. She needs to let this all out. Meanwhile: we have to decide what to do." "That's right," chimed Marron. "If this was a wish, then we'll have to wait a year until we can make another wish!" Goten groaned. "I couldn't handle that! I don't think anyone could." "And what do we tell the other Z-fighters?" Pan added. "Whatever we do, we have to decide now." said Uub. He dropped Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta. The doorbell echoed through the house. "Doorbell! Doorbell!" chanted Chibi Goku, running around in a circle. "I'll answer it," offered Goten. "No!" cried Trunks. "We need you to control Dad and Goku! I'll answer it. You four keep them all here." "Where's Bulma?" asked Pan. "With Bra. Now don't let them move." Trunks ran over to the door and opened it. "Hi, Trunks," said Piccolo. "You wouldn't happen to know where Gohan and Goku are, would you? I went to their house and no one was there." "Gohan and Goku........ummmm!" Trunks laughed nervously. "Uh......NO! No, I have no idea! Not a clue! Bye, then!" Piccolo gave the demi-Saiyan an odd look. "Are you okay?" "Mr. Piccolo!" cried Chibi Gohan. "What the......? GOHAN!?!" "Argh!" yelled Trunks. "What did I say? I said keep them there. Is that so hard to do!?! Huh!?!" "Sorry!" four voices called. "What's going on!?!" demanded Piccolo. "Uub and Bra wished for all of us to be little. Mum, Daddy, Krillin, Vegeta, Bulma and two girls I don't know. I don't know who Bra and Uub are either." Chibi Gohan smiled. "Is this true!?!" "It was an accident." Trunks explained, lamely. "Can you help us, please Piccolo?" begged Marron. "You're all foolish and irresponsible!" Piccolo growled. "But you will need help. I'll go and see Dende." "Can I come too, Mr. Piccolo?" asked Chibi Gohan. "Please!" Piccolo almost smiled. "Yeah, alright. I guess so." "What do we do in the meantime?" Goten inquired. "Keep quiet. Tell no one about this. The information might fall into the wrong hands." "Right. So we don't tell anyone." "That's right. Not a soul. It could leak out. And don't let these kids out of your sights." "Easier said than done," mumbled Marron. "We'll manage," said Trunks. "Thank you, Piccolo." "Hmm. Coming Gohan?" Piccolo walked out. "Alright, Mr. Piccolo." Chibi Gohan followed Piccolo. "That's one down," sighed Goten. Someone pulled on his trouser leg. "Huh?" "Um........excuse me, Mr. Goten, sir?" stammered Chibi Bulma. "Bra's gone." "What!?! Where!?!" "I'm......not sure. She was really upset. She went out her window, and she was flying!" "Oh, great! Just great!" yelled Trunks. Chibi Bulma hid behind Goten. "I'll go find her," sighed Goten. "No way! We need you to help us with these kids. You're the only one who can control Dad and Goku. You can't leave!" "Fine, I'll take them with me. And Bulma, she might be able to help me." So, before anyone could object, Goten grabbed Chibi Goku, Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Bulma, and left. "Bye, then Goten," said Uub. "This makes life easier. There's only four of them now." "Good." Pan sighed and sat down on a couch. Uub smiled as he sat down next to her, and placed an arm around her. Trunks and Marron stared at them, rather confused. Trunks cleared his throat. "Um......excuse me? Did I miss something?" "Oh.......ummm........" Trunks and Marron crossed their arms, and waited for an explanation.