Saiyan Visions and Adventures: A Holy Switch

by Moonraker One

When Bulma builds the machine she's always dreamed of, the first thing that happens is it switches 18 with King Vegeta. Can they be brought back to their proper place in time? Can 18 save the Saiyan Race?

1. Default Chapter

Saiyan Visions and Adventures:

A Holy Switch

By moonraker one

CHAPTER ONE

            In the past King Vegeta had been killed. Frieza took his planet, his race, everything. Even further, him and his entire race simply faded into memory as though he didn't even exist. On the other hand, in the future, a villain named android 18, was probably going to fade into history at the hands of the good guys, but instead lived. Flourished and even became one of the good guys. Why wasn't he given the same opportunity? No, he'd been erased by time into nothing. Vegeta, a king, and android 18, a half-machine, had nothing in common except this.

And sometimes…That's all one needs…

            boom!

            "*Cough* *cough* Oh man! That one really blew!" Bulma said, coughing as the smoke cleared.

            "You said it!" Dr. Brief said, fanning smoke away from his face. "I just wish that this machine worked!"

            Bulma and her dad exited the lab, both with their spirits crushed. It had failed. She'd worked on this machine for a month, and it had blown up. She'd just had her dream destroyed. Oh well. She'd work on it some more, hopefully to get it to work. At least she was having more of a time than King Vegeta was at that exact moment in the past.

            "Servant!" He yelled. "Where the hell is my son?!"

            The sercant shook his head. "He's fighting with your elites again."

            The king rolled his eyes. He stepped off his throne, and headed for the training room. As he walked down the hall, he expected to see his son half-dead, and his elites laughing rather loudly.

            What he got was the opposite.

            "Prince Vegeta!" He yelled. "Why must you torment my elite warriors so?"

            One of them picked himself up. "Uggh…Sir! Thank goodness you're here! I thought that I was dead!"

            "Nappa!" Vegeta said to the one still standing. "You are an elite. You can handle my son, so why don't you train with him some more."

            Nappa's eyes widened. "You can't possibly be serious!" He said.

            No use. Vegeta had left already. Good. He thought. I handled that well.

            Suddenly, Bulma had a burst of inspiration, about nine o' clock. She had a new idea to get that darned machine working!

            She leaped from bed. "Of course!" She yelled. "I mixed the 224's with the 772's!"

            She ran into the lab with her tools. This is it! She thought.

            -end of chapter one-