The Old Switcheroo!

Chapter One - It Begins

" Goku! Goku you Muscle Head! " ChiChi shouted from the back door. " It's Dinner Time! "

Goku flinched, blocking an attack from Gohan. " Well...we better get inside before she get's REAL angry... "

Gohan nodded, following his Father back into the House. He was glad that his Father was finally back from Namek. It was a relief that he couldn't describe. The Fight with Frieza must have been an awful experience for his Father, and Gohan tried so very hard not to mention these events that had occured not so long ago.

ChiChi was setting the table as the two boy's walked in. Her slender figure moving around at a top speed.

Goku gave a cheesy smile as he watched her do her work, staring intently and lovingly at....the food. (LOL!)

Gohan shook his head and chuckled, things were finally back to normal again.

The tall hungry Saiyan sat down at his end of the table in desperation. He stared at the Rice, his mouth dripping with drool from hunger. He held his Chopsticks tight, almost breaking them without noticing. He couldn't take it anymore, and reached his hand out to the bread as his Stomach growled.

ChiChi slapped her husbands hand with force, placing another large bowl of Rice on the large table. " You know my Rule's about eating as a Family, don't you Goku? "

" I'm Sorry ChiChi, I've been in Space so long that it must have slipped my mind... "

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. " We wait till were ALL served before we sink in! Understand?! "

Goku nodded, passing her the Bread and sighing. He would never win a Battle against her, she'd always been the only one who could ever defeat him. And for that he was greatful.

" Pass the Turtle Tail's, Dad! " Gohan drooled.

" Gohan! Manners! "

The small boy flinched at his Mother's tone, listening to his Father laugh slightly. " Sorry Mom... " he apologized, " Please pass them, Dad? "


" Vegeta! Vegeta Hun! You going to join us for Dinner, Sweetheart? " Mrs. Breif giggled, knocking on the door of the Gravity Room.

She could hear the Saiyan Prince growl and walk over to the controls. Hearing the door eventually open, she smiled sweetly as to welcome the young man.

Vegeta threw a towel over his bare shoulder's, walking past the Blonde as he came out. " Sure...why not... "


Bulma sighed, helping her Mother set the table in boredom. " Mother...why do you like him so much? There's nothing great about him! "

Mrs. Brief shook her head. " You teens today! You never know Bulma, you may find something you like about him yourself. "

The blue haired girl groaned, walking away and heading to the stairs for a Bathroom Break. She fell backwards as she ran into something hard, landing on her butt. She looked up, meeting eyes with none other than Vegeta. But, something different about him made her hesitate with shock. He looked completely irresistable in what he was wearing. Vegeta was wearing a Navy Blue Long-Sleeved dress Shirt, which was tucked into a tan pair of dress pants. He had his pants kept up by a leather belt, and was wearing a dark brown pair of Capsule Corporation boots.

Bulma faked a smile to him, helping herself up and dusting herself off. She watched Vegeta walk way in irritation. Running up to the Bathroom she panicked, almost tripping over herself.


Vegeta chewed silently, but stuffed as much food in his face as he could. He hadn't eaten a good meal like this in a full week. It was quite filling.

Dr. Brief and Mrs. Brief stared at the Saiyan in shock, watching as he filled his plate more and more. This type of behavior was quite foriegn to them.

Scratch meowed from under the table, brushing against Vegeta's leg for affection.

This caused the Saiyan Prince to choke on some Sushi, and look under the table in fury. When he saw the cat he growled, kicking it away with force. The cat cried loudly, it's fur sticking up on end. Crawling back into Dr. Brief's lap at top speed, it curled up and shivered.

Dr. Brief gave a glare to his wife, stroking the cats fur gently. He recieved a shake of the head from Mrs. Brief, which made him clench his teeth in anger.

Bulma tried to keep her gaze away from Vegeta, and tried to eat as fast as she could so she could escape from the Dinner Table and get as far away from him as she could. She didn't want to start falling in love with this man...not at all.

Yamcha broke the silence, looking between Bulma and Vegeta in curiosity. " Soooo...Bulma and I have been thinking...and were planning on getting married. "

Vegeta spit out his wine and coughed, banging his fist to his chest in an effort to help himself.

Bulma couldn't help it, and wallked over to assist the Saiyan Prince kindly.

Vegeta lifted a hand up in front of her, clueing in that he didn't need her help at all. This resulted in the blue-haired girl sitting down.

Mrs. Brief clapped her hands together. " Why, That's wonderful! I'll have to start planning! "

" Mother! " Bulma rolled her eyes, picking up her empty plate and walking into the Kitchen to place it in the sink.

Vegeta, who was doing better now, picked his up too. He followed Bulma, running a hand through his hair neatly and smirking as he walked in.


" What do you want? " Bulma sighed, turning on the sink as he placed his plate in it. She grabbed a sponge and started scrubbing at them in anger.

The Saiyan Prince whispered into her ear before he stepped away from the sink. " Do you really love that Bozo? "

She blushed, looking behind her to shout at him. But, before she could he was already gone. What had he meant by that?


Goku yawned, stretching his arms as he climbed into bed with ChiChi. It had been a long hard day training, and he needed all the rest that he could get.

" Tired? " ChiChi asked, laying a head on her Husband's chest. She closed her eyes, listening to his breathing intently.

He replied, still yawning. " Yeah...Oh Boy I am! "

ChiChi had already fallen asleep, which made him slightly chuckle. Goku fell to sleep as well, not noticing the deep sound in his laugh.

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Super-Veggie-San