AN: This is set a couple of years after Buu Saga. I'm pegging Trunks as about 10 or 11 years old.

I really liked the whole Saiyan Bonding thing, so I put it in there. Hope you like!

Vegeta woke with a start, then relaxed. Just another dream, but this one had been different.

Usually it was Freiza, the evil tyrant that had held him in bondage most of his life, and sometimes it was Kakarott, the idiot taunting him with his goofy grin.

But this time... he had dreamt of the Eternal Dragon

Bizarre.

Suddenly he realised he wasn't at Capsule Corp. He jumped up, sensing an unfamiliar ki next to him, and slipped easily into his battle stance. It felt odd.

What the... What the hell was going on? Vegeta realised who he had been sleeping next to. Kakarot's Mate! The woman muttered in her sleep, then slowly began waking up, sensing something was wrong.

"Goku? What are you doing over there?" Chichi rubbed her eyes, then looked at the clock. It was still early. Goku hadn't moved, and he looked so confused. "Come back to bed honey, did you have a bad dream?" He didn't move, so she got up, ready to drag him back. "Goku?" She reached for him, but he jumped back.

"Don't touch me woman! And stop calling me by that clown's name!"

Chichi realised that her husband's ki was all wrong. It was mixed with someone elses, it was familiar, but she couldn't place it.

Vegeta was furious. Why didn't the stupid woman realise who he was?

Without warning, the look on the woman's face transformed into anger. "Who the hell are you? Where is my Goku?" She marched right up to him and jabbed his shoulder. "Answer me!"

Vegeta was shocked for a split second, then outraged. "The Prince of all Saiyans does not take orders!" He moved to push her hand away, but she'd already taken a few steps back.

"Vegeta?"

"Who else would it be, you harpy?" He yelled. That's when he heard it wasn't his voice he heard. It was Kakarott's.

Bulma woke to the sunlight streaming through the window, and felt something very hot and very heavy trapping her legs and smiled. One of her husband's own legs was across her, his whole body in disarray across the bed.

She took a second as she did every morning to watch the man she had tamed. Well to an extent anyway, the man's pride was unrivaled, and that wouldn't change. She slipped out from under his leg, and went in search for something to wear.

Bulma paused when she heard a loud yawn. It was a content and lazy sound, Vegeta never yawned like that.

She turned to see him stretching, he sat up then, and looked around. "Where am I?" Then his eyes settled on Bulma. "Hey! Bulma..." He trailed off, then looked away, extremely embarrassed. "Ah, why are you naked?"

Bulma felt the sudden need to cover up and grabbed a nightgown. He knew why she was.

"Vegeta are you alright? You're acting a bit strange." A bit strange? She thought to herself. He's had a personality transplant. A few years ago, she would've wished for that, but she actually felt saddened by the thought now. She loved her proud Saiyan Prince.

"Bulma, don't be silly, I'm Goku!"

If she hadn't been seriously worried, she would've laughed. Those words out of that mouth...

"Vegeta, did you accidentally drink that vodka Bunny left in the fridge? You know you have no tolerance for it!" She scolded.

"I'm not drunk! I'm Goku!"

"You're not Goku! You're Vegeta!" She pointed at the mirror. "Look for yourself!"

He got up and did what she asked.

"Wow, you're right! I am Vegeta! Well I'm in his body, anyway... I wonder how that happened?"

The sight of him saying this and the expression on his face, highly agreed with what she was thinking. It was Goku? In her husband's body?

"Goku?" She felt ready to faint. "Where is Vegeta?"

That's when the thought occurred to her. If Goku was in Vegeta's body, then Vegeta was in... Goku's body! He was going to beyond furious.

"Bulma? Maybe you should sit down."

She sat down where she was.

The intercom suddenly buzzed. "Bulma dear, Chichi is on the phone, she says it's an emergency." Dr Breifs sounded distracted.

Bulma stood up and buzzed him back. "It's alright dad, I've got it."

She picked up the phone. "Bulma?" Chichi sounded a bit frantic. "This is going to sound insane-"

Bulma cut her off. "-Trust me Chichi, nothing will ever sound insane to me again!"

They had decided to meet at Capsule Corp. Bulma had thought of a simple idea, that would have this problem fixed in no time. The Dragonballs! And for that she needed the Dragon Radar.

She remembered Trunks and Goten had used it last, a year ago now, searching the world for the small orange balls. Probably for some innocently childish wish like Trunks's own Amusement Park, or in Goten's case, never ending food.

Bulma headed off towards Trunk's room.

"Trunks?" She saw his lavender hair almost hidden amongst all his blankets. Bulma walked over to him, and gently shook his shoulder. "Trunks, honey, wake up, I need your help."

"Five more minutes, mum" He groaned, pulling the blankets up to completely obscure his head.

She grabbed the blankets and pulled them off. "Get up now!"

Trunks was up in an instant. "Jeez, mum, I was getting up!" He saw the look on his mother's face."What's wrong?"

"It's nothing Trunks, now where is the Dragon Radar?"

He paused for a second, the horror washed through him. "Is dad okay?"

"Your father's... fine."

He heard the hesitation at the word fine, but she wouldn't lie to him about this, especially after Buu. He relaxed, whatever it was, his dad would be fine.

Another wave of horror washed through him. The Dragon Radar? The last time he had used it, he's accidently dropped it into the ocean. It had been a while ago now and he'd totally forgotten about it.

Bulma saw the look on his face. "Trunks, where is it?"

"I accidentally dropped it into the ocean." He looked down.

"What?" Bulma screeched. "It took me a week to build that thing!" She sat down on the end of his bed. "Your father's going to be furious!"

"Why mum?"

Bulma looked at her son, the little mini Vegeta instead with purple hair and blue eyes and knew she couldn't lie.

"When he woke up this morning, he wasn't himself, he was Goku."

"He was Goku?" His little lavender brows pulled together in confusion.

"Your dad is in Goku's body and Goku is in your dad's body." She said simply.

"What? How did that happen?"

"We don't know, we were going to use the Dragonballs to fix this, and then figure it out. But we're going to have to do it the opposite way." She stood up. "Trunks, get dressed, then come get some breakfast. Goku... I mean Vegeta should be getting here soon."

"I think i'll have breakfast in here, mum."

"Don't be stupid, it isn't the first time something like this has happened before." She said then shuddered.

The whole kitchen was tense, well, not including Goku of course. He was sitting down, merrily eating away... In Vegeta's body. It became apparent to Bulma that although her husband ate like a black hole, he still maintained his dignity while doing so. Goku did not.

Vegeta stood against the furthest wall away from everyone, looking at his body in disgust. This expression heightened the fact that he was in Goku's body, and it just looked off. Goku had never worn that expression on his face in his entire life.

Bulma and Chichi sat at the table, the opposite end of Goku, not at all sure of where they should sit, and swapped confused glances.

Goten and Trunks were as confused as their mothers.

The atmosphere had just about reached breaking point when Goku finished.

"Ahh, I tell you what Bulma, your mother sure does make excellent food!" With that, he patted his stomach. "Vegeta, with your body being smaller than mine, I thought I'd fill up fast. Boy was I wrong, you can eat just as much as I can!"

A few years ago, that remark would've qualified for a death challenge, as it was now, it wasn't much better.

"Kakarot! When we get our bodies back, the first thing I'm going to do is punch you in the face!"

That was enough to set the two boys off. They rolled around on the floor, giggling and clutching their sides. Bulma and Chichi weren't long after them, their fists pounding on the table, tears rolling down their cheeks.

"Oh, come on Vegeta, I was just saying, besides, aren't you hungry?"

Vegeta growled then left the room. Bulma stopped laughing at once, how could've she been so insensitive?

"Go on Bulma, you're the only one who can talk to him when he's like this." Goku was standing next to her, the only one not laughing besides her.

She rushed out, feeling confused. Would he want her trying to comfort him when he was in the body of his rival? It didn't matter, she had to try.

She was surprised to realise that their bond was still intact, she knew where he was, and exactly what he was feeling. What he was feeling suprised her, because he wasn't as angry as she'd thought, he was embarrassed. The link shut down immediately and she knew that he'd done it on purpose. But it was too late, she'd found him. "Vegeta!"

"Go away, woman."

"I don't have patience with your surliness today!" She stormed up to him.

"Youdon't have patience? Are you stuck in someone else body?"

"No, but I have been! And it was a frog!"

That made him stop. Despite himself, a wicked grin crossed his face, Goku's face. "A frog?"

She scowled. "Yes, and it's something i'd rather forget!"

"You bought it up."

"I thought it was relevant!"

Curiosity burned in his eyes. "When did this happen?

"On Namek. It was after... you had died and Goku was fighting Freiza. Gohan and Krillin had left me by myself and I was so bored. That's when I noticed a rather intelligent frog." She paused. "I suppose you can guess who it was?"

"Ginyu."

"Spot on. They was the worst few hours of my life, well until..."

He knew what the worst hours of her life had been, they were very similar to his own. "How did Ginyu manage to use his technique? He couldn't talk."

Bulma grimaced. "I told you I was bored, I made a device that could translate animal language."

"Typical." He smirked. "You have no one to blame but yourself."

Bulma realised she'd forgotten that he wasn't in his regular body. It wasn't as if Goku and Vegeta were anything alike, but the way Vegeta held himself, the way he spoke and the look behind his eyes hadn't changed one bit.

She didn't touch him, instead she looked into his soul, the only place untainted by Goku and whispered to him with her mind "I'll fix this soon."

It wasn't too much later that Piccolo arrived at Capsule Corp. He'd sensed that something was wrong with Goku and Vegeta, and immediately followed their very mixed up energy signals.

Not wanting to go through the front entrance, he flew straight around to the back of the compound, towards every ones ki.

He was definitely not expecting what happened next.

"Piccolo!" Vegeta rounded a corner with a big smile on his face. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

Piccolo stood there, dumbfounded for a full minute, before realising what was going on. "Goku."

"Yeah, it's bizarre, hey?"

"I think that's putting it mildly...Where's Vegeta?"

"In my body somewhere." His eyes became distant for a second. "He should be here soon."

"How is he taking it?" Piccolo asked, a small smirk on his face.

"Not too bad, It could be a lot worse!"

"Goku, it couldn't be any worse, you're probably the last person's body he'd want to be stuck in."

"You're pretty close, Namek, but I could be stuck in yours!" Vegeta appeared before them, and even Goku seemed shocked at his sudden change in demeanor. He seemed excited about something. "You know, something occurred to me not too long ago."

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking Vegeta, you're on." Goku was quick to pick up on his fellow Saiyan warrior's excitement for battle.

"Do you really think that's the best idea right now? Shouldn't you be trying to find out who did this to you? Or better yet, how to reverse it?" This really shouldn't surprise him, those Saiyans only ever had one thing on their minds. And now that they knew they were going to fight each other soon, the atmosphere had a charge to it.

"Bulma's on it." Said Goku, in way of explanation.

Piccolo had to admit, it would be one incredible battle, especially because he got the feeling that Vegeta was at a slight advantage. Goku seemed to realise this too, because he was almost giddy, which in Vegeta's body, looked kind of weird.

"Why don't you two wait untill tomorow, at least to get used to those bodies."

"You're probably right, Piccolo." Goku said, "Anyway, it must be time for brunch!"

"You've got to be joking Kakarot!"

"Come on Vegeta! I know you're hungry too, My body has to eat every couple of hours! It must be uncomfortable."

"You're whole body is uncomfortable. I feel like a clown!" Vegeta muttered.

Piccolo stared at Goku and Goku burst out laughing. "Oh, man, don't I know it! I feel like Chichi's put me in the dryer!"

"Kakarot! Unless you want to start this fight now, I suggest you stop."

Yeah, The saiyans were insane. Piccolo thought as he watched them.

My First FanFic! I'm actually really proud of myself right now, I've never shown anyone the stuff I write. Please review, I can't get better unless you do.