"Look, if I'm going to stop Granola, someone has to supervise!" insisted Vegeta.

"Oh, HELL NO!" snarled Beerus. "You are not going to leave me playing babysitter again!"

"Alright then, YOU defeat him! Shouldn't be difficult for you, you're a God of Destruction!"

"What do I care what Granola does? If he kills a few mortals, that's a few I don't have to kill."

"You REALLY aren't going to help?" groaned Vegeta.

"No. You should be used to this by now, Vegeta."

"...I know what the Supreme Kai wants for Valentine's."

Beerus was stunned. At last, he managed to stutter: "R-really?"

"Yes, and I'll tell you if you babysit while I kill Granola," said Vegeta angrily. "Otherwise, you'll have to spend February 14th alone."

"Dammit, why do you need ME to do it anyway? Couldn't you just ask your wife, or Krillin?"

"The others are busy, and Bulma's not powerful enough to look after a Saiyan child."

"....fine, I'll do it. But if you're lying, I will unmake you."

"Thank you, Lord Beerus," said Vegeta, before flying off.

Beerus scowled. Why the hell did HE have to be stuck with this? But he had no choice, not if he wanted to let the Supreme Kai know how he felt. With a sigh, he walked over to the crib. His charge was sleeping softly. Beerus smiled with relief, believing that this might not be as bad as he thought, when suddenly the snoring was interrupted by a loud, wet, farting sound.

"B-BEERUS-SAMA, I SHAT MY DIAPER AGAIN!!" cried Goku as he awoke.