Nekoni: Here I am! Hi everyone, it's me, Nekoni.

Vegetto: And me- the all powerful potora no fyuujon-

Nekoni: My lazy muse Vegetto.

Vegetto: I'm not lazy! I inspire you plenty, you just never deliver...

Nekoni: Uh... I guess you're right! Anyway, lets keep this AN as short as possible. I haven't written for six months, and, on a day where I'd become endothermic and the net was broken, randomly, picked one of the things I'd been pondering on and started to write! =D

Vegetto: Slow down! You sound like a chinchilla... or whatever...

Nekoni: So, here's my fic- it's supremely lightly based on Ranma ½ . Any similarities beyond water and transformation, the two inter-linked, is merely accidental. I can prove it, since I've never seen an episode of it.

Vegetto: Also, something you should know that I should say to get my screen- time back from this camera hog. The pairing in this fic may change, as could the rating. Nekoni's an indecisive baka.

Nekoni: - anyway, enjoy the ficcy!

Chapter Genre: Humor/Romance

Chapter Rating: PG for Vegeta-language Chapter Pairings: Light Bulma/Vegeta – which'll have to go Chapter Warnings: ... don't eat piping hot lasagna?

Ore wa Hime!

Chapter 1 – Watch your mouth, Vegeta!

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Vegeta was panting heavily as he switched off the gravity in his training room. He had just finished his morning workout. In proportion to others, it was only a light workout, spanning a mere half an hour. Sweat was running down his back in long trails, but that had more to do with the heat than physical exertion.

"Damn it..." The saiyan prince growled, grabbing a discarded towel on the control console. "Why's it so hot on this mudball?"

Vegeta dried himself as best he could, but the sweating would not cease. He gave up, quickly, draping the towel over his shoulder. He decided on taking a shower, which for the last few days had seemed to triple in frequency.

Leaving the room, he couldn't help a curios glance at the thermometer. He wasn't overly used to the little gadget, even after several years living on earth, but he'd decided that 70-90 circle thingies was a comfortable temperature for a saiyan.

The thermometer, which was just coming into the late-morning sun read a high 120.

The prince shook his head in slight disbelief, beads of sweat flying from his hair. He wondered momentarily why it was so hot, but did not look into it.

"I think I'll tell Bulma I'm taking the shower." Vegeta pondered. Bulma had been a steadily increasing force in keeping Vegeta out of the shower. Her fair skin had burned in the sun and she spent hours on end bathing in various oils, to try and repair the damage.

He, quite sneakily, made his way into her lab. It was situated underground, and very, very cool. The prince sighed in relief as he stepped into it, but not so loud as anyone would hear him.

He made his way to Bulma's desk, which was situated around a corner. He would sneak around like this quite frequently, his light form making no noise. Sticking his head out, the prince was surprised to see she wasn't there.

"Hu?" He breathed out, making the effort to sense around for her ki. He located it, she was in the downtown direction, but moving back home quite quickly. It wasn't hard for Vegeta to come to the conclusion that she had just been out shopping, again. He almost pouted as he realized this spoiled his sneaking-up act.

'I'll get her later...' He reminded himself mentally, before looking around the room.

'That's strange..' Vegeta noted, spotting a few test-tubes on the floor. 'Bulma's not usually one to leave things lying about...' –he picked them up, looking at them curiously before setting them on her desk. As he put them down he noticed a pint-glass of water sitting on her desk.

Seeing it reminded Vegeta just how much water he had lost to the heat. Without really thinking, he reached forward, grabbing the glass and bringing it to his thirsty lips. He downed it all, noticing but not minding the slight stale taste to it.

'She must've left it there since yesterday...'

"Hey! I'm home!!!" A voice called from upstairs. Vegeta put the glass down before casually walking in the direction of the voice.

"Mom! Dad! Come see what I got!"

"Hello onna." Vegeta smirked as he saw her.

"Hi Beji-kun" Bulma replied, smiling at him. "I just got back from shopping! You've got to see this shirt I bought for you!" she beamed.

"Alright.." Vegeta sighed a little. There was always something wrong with the clothes Bulma bought him.

The blue-haired woman happily reached into a bag, digging around a bit before draggin something out. It was a long-sleeved shirt, a light blue color. It had a low-neck and loose material. Vegeta studied it for a moment, noting things on it as he did.

'It's not pink, at least, and stylish... I think it might actually be decent this time.' "Alright Bulma, I'll try that on." He said.

"You... will?" Bulma looked shocked. Her wide eyes stared at Vegeta in disbelief.

"Yes, now hand it over before I change my mind!" The prince snorted, crossing his arms.

"Okay!" Bulma squeaked, sticking her hand, and the shirt out.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Vegeta, you have to take it." Bulma reminded the prince, who still had his arms folded.

"? – OH!" Vegeta yelped, uncrossing his arms and grabbing the material. "I was wondering why nothing was happening" He sweatdropped at himself, heading in the direction of the bathroom. "Mind if I take my shower first, though?" He said rhetorically.

"No, not at all. You smell like an ox." Bulma agreed, waving her finger in front of her nose.

"Well, you look like a hotdog." Vegeta retorted, shutting and locking the door behind him. Bulma, who did in fact look like a hotdog with her sunburn, pouted at him.

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"Now lets take a look at this.." Vegeta, who was toweling his hair dry, grabbed the blue shirt. "70 percent cotton... 30 percent silk... uhuh.... One size fits all.." He mumbled as he read the clothes tag. "Pretty fine to me." Vegeta dropped it, looking confused. "When did I become so picky about clothes? I'm a sai-"He paused a moment. "-yan warrior... not a flower- oh I remember now!" He returned to glaring at the object. "It's got to be sabotaged.... Maybe it gets a flower pattern on it when wet? Or- goes pink or... - damn it!" He pouted, grabbing some clean underwear from his emergency stash in the bathroom cabinet. "There's no way she could have picked such good clothes... if I wear it, she'll get ideas!!!" He growled, grabbing the garment from the floor. "Where did she BUY this anyway!?"

The prince's face went blank as he read the brand-name.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

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"Vegeta!!! Please come out!!!" Bulma pleaded, ten minutes later through the bathroom door. "I didn't mean to scare you! I just saw it, and it suited you so much-"

"NO."

"Vegeta!! I'm sorry!"

"NO." The prince, other side of the door repeated again.

"Please! Listen, you don't have to wear it!"

"NO."

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "I'll take it back to the store!" she rushed.

"NO- argh!"

"Haha! I can't believe you fell for that!!!" Bulma giggled.

"..."

"Oh don't be stubborn!" She put her hands on her hips, as if he could see her. "You better quit pouting in there, or I'll call Son-kun over and have him drag you out of there!"

"..."

"VEGETA!" Bulma cried, loosing her temper. "That SHIRT is not designed specifically for women! They have the same one, larger, in the men's section!!!" she lied.

"... ka...." A little choked sound came from the other side of the door, before it opened a slip. Bulma could see Vegeta's face through the tiny gap, just as red as hers, but from embarrassment. "Th-en why didn't you buy me one from the men's section?" He asked in a small voice.

Bulma shifted a little uneasily, trying to think up an excuse.

"Oh my god, you're LYING aren't you!!!!" The prince's eyes went wide.

"NO!" Bulma replied, a little too quickly.

"How many of my clothes are designed for women!?" Vegeta cried, slamming the door. "Dear GOD!! Tho- those pants you bought me, the one without a zip- and that floral shirt- an- andddd.... Those SWIM TRUNKS were female clothes, too, weren't they!?" He accused shakily.

"No, actually, those were from the men's section." Bulma replied flatly, then sighed. "Listen, there's no shame in wearing clothes designed for the opposite sex. When I was pregnant, both times, I wore men's trousers because of the wider waists, and, in winter, I always wear men's clothes, because they're just so much warmer!"

"..." Silence, then Vegeta spoke, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Were you kind enough to buy me a skirt? It's just so unbearably hot, you know."

"Oh hush! You know I'd never do that to you Vegeta! Stop overreacting!" Bulma pouted at the door. "You don't have to wear it. There."

"..."

"..."

"Do you get my training suits from the same place?" The saiyan growled through the door.

"ARGH!" Bulma shouted in frustration. "Gods, you're like a TEENAGER Vegeta!! All picky about what mommy brings home, can't wear those clothes, no no! They're not baggy enough! They too pink! They're too cutesy! You're just impossible!!!!"

"..."

"Oh I give up!!!" Bulma pouted, then glared at the door. "You'll be out by dinner-time! And you know it!" She gave one last humph, turning away and heading to the kitchen to make herself some coffee.

As soon as she was out of sight, a black mess of spiky hair poked out the door. Vegeta, still slightly red in the face, checked both directions before tiptoeing out of the room. He rushed silently to his bedroom and stared unsurely at his cupboard.

'I'm almost afraid to look...' The prince thought to himself... he poked the door unsurely, wondering what to do.

It took a second, but the doors suddenly swung open, the giant, unfolded mass of clothes within coiling on to him and swallowing him up. It waved like a sea, swirling around his room, knocking over a lamp before finally settling down in a huge mess on his floor. Vegeta, who had been submerged for a good 30 seconds, burst out, panicked and panting. He swam over to his bed, dragging himself onto it and shaking off a sweater that had clung to his leg.

"eh...." He breathed, eyes wide and shocked. "How did I ever fit so many clothes into such a tiny space....?" He looked around, then shook his head clear. "I came in here to take a look, so that's what I'll do." He nodded, then looked uneasy. "How come there's so much pink and yellow? I remember having more white than this..." Uneasily, he picked up a pair of yellow underpants. It wasn't long for him to recognize they had once been white- but for some reason they were now yellow.

"AH!!" Vegeta shrieked, dropping the underwear and jumping to the other side of his bed. "Oh ewww! Oh ew- wait..." Vegeta blinked, eyeing the underwear again. He reached cautiously off the side of the bed, grabbing a yellow shirt. "There's not way this stuff is urine stained..." He sweatdropped. "What- or who would die half my stuff bright lemon yellow like this?" He pondered, then shrugged, tossing the two articles of clothing back into the sea.

Vegeta dipped his hands in again, this time bringing out some Hawaiian patterned boxers. "These aren't even MINE!" He shouted, confused. "I wonder who's they are?" He mumbled to himself, curiously. He thumbed the label, reading it before his eyes shot wide. "KAKAROTTO'S!?!?!?!?"

"You called?" Goku asked, suddenly standing to the side of him.

"AHHHH!!!!!" Vegeta shouted, jumping up, the boxers still in his hand.

Goku, now looked slightly nervous. "Vegeta, why've you got a pair of my boxers?" He shifted slightly, a blush-line appearing over his nose.

"..." The prince looked seriously confused for a second, before looking at the article in his hand. "AHHHHH!!!" He shrieked again, throwing them away. They ironically landed on Goku's head.

"..."

"..."

"Why do you have a pair of my boxers?" Goku asked again, looking confused.

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" Vegeta shouted, edging away from the other saiyan. "WHY WERE YOUR BOXERS IN MY ROOM!?" Vegeta replied.

"Hi dad!" Trunks' head randomly popped in the door. "Me n' Goten are going swimming, but we can't find his..." he noticed the pants atop Goku's head. "..pants..."

"Hi Trunks!" Goku grinned. "You were looking for these right? Haha..." He giggled then handed them to the demi-saiyan.

"Thanks!" Trunks grinned, running out the door. "Hey Goten! I found the ones you used last time!!!"

"..."

"I'm really, really confused." Vegeta stated, starring at the wall.

"Me too." Goku shrugged. "OH WELL! Can't be helped!" He grinned. "Bulma called me over, she said you'd locked yourself in the bathroom and wouldn't come out- and said that you were freaking out about your CLOTHES of all things!" He laughed to himself, then asked Vegeta seriously "You weren't, were you?"

"..."

"=)" Goku smiled.

".. Bulma's been buying me women's clothes all along." Vegeta admitted to the other saiyan.

"So?" Goku asked, cluelesly.

"What do you mean 'so?'"

"Well.. I mean, what's wrong with it? ChiChi wears women's clothes all the time!" Goku explained himself.

Vegeta gaped at him. "Did you just HEAR what you said!? She's a WOMAN!"

"....oh... that's right, isn't it..." Goku scratched his head. "Well, I can see Bulma's angle, I mean, you are kind of little, Geta!"

"Don't patronize me." The prince narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"What..?" Goku asked, confused at the new word. "Oh never mind... anyway... Bulma asked me to drag you out of the bathroom, but you're already out, soo..."

"You'll be going now..?" Vegeta supplied for him.

"Huh? No... that wasn't what I was gonna' say!" Goku defended. "Ah! You made me forget what I was thinking!"

"That's not hard." Vegeta retorted.

"Oh HA.HA." Goku laughed sarcastically. "OH! The sudden urge to punch you in the face reminded me!" He beamed.

Vegeta looked unsure. "Was that a threat???" He asked, a little shocked.

"No no..." Goku shook his head. "I mean, it reminded me to ask you to spar, Geta!"

"I will. If you promise to stop calling me that." Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the nickname.

"K I promise" Goku rushed, looking round and not quite paying attention. "I'm kinda' thirsty. Can we have something to drink before we head out though?"

"Sure." Vegeta nodded, thinking about a drink himself. "I've barely drunk a thing today, I won't pass up on that offer."

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"Oh maaaaan..." Goku wrinkled up his nose as he opened the fridge door. "Oh ew..." There was a terrible cheesy smell, and it took mere seconds to spread throughout the kitchen.

"What the hell is that!?" Vegeta cursed, his voice muffled as he covered his mouth and nose.

"Rotten food, stinky cheese. Your fridge no longer set to freeze." Goku chanted. "Haha, I heard that on an air-freshener commercial. It fits the situation well I think!!"

"..?"

"The fridge is broken." Goku replied dully at the confused look on Vegeta's face.

"Oh damn!!!" Vegeta cursed.

"Shush shush! No need to get angry!" Goku scolded, grabbing 2 soda bottles. "There, these aren't too hot, we can drink them.

Vegeta sweatdropped. "Define 'too hot' Kakarotto."

A sweatdrop ran down the side of Goku's cheek. "Ah... well this was ice-tea, now it's non-ice-ice-tea... non-ice ice-tea makes normal tea and tea is a drink."

"... I buy that" Vegeta shrugged, grabbing a bottle. He pulled off the lid quickly, sipping the substance. "Hmn not bad..." He commented, starting to gulp it down.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" A high pitched voice shrieked.

Both of the saiyans' eyes widened, soda pouring out of their noses as they jumped.

"oh egh..." Vegeta commented, coughing up a bit of the drink. "Oh gods..."

"Wow... you beat me..." Goku commented.

"What!?" Vegeta started.

"Yours went further!" Goku commented, pointing to wet patches all over the carpet.

"Sometimes I worry about you, Kakarot." Vegeta replied.

"Aw! That's nice!" Goku smiled, not understanding.

Vegeta just shook his head. "I wonder who made that horrible noise?"

"Wasn't me, that's for sure." Goku nodded. "It sounded kinda' like Bulma- either when she's spilt coffee down her lap-"

"Possible. She is a heavy coffee drinker."

"Or when someone's done something REALLY bad in her lab." Goku finished.

"Well... nothing to be concerned about" Vegeta shrugged.

"Don't you think we should go help her?" Goku raised his brow. "She could have hurt herself."

"The fact that she's probably actually angry tells me to keep a distance." Vegeta justified himself, wiping his nose quickly with some kitchen roll.

"HUH. If I knew any better then I'd say you're scared of what she might do... you weren't messing around in her lab, were you, Vegeta?"

"Of course not." The prince narrowed his eyes. "In fact, to prove to you how wrong you are, we're gonna' march right down there and find out what's wrong. Then YOU'LL be the coward." He nodded, decisively, before marching off.

Goku followed, close to laughing at the shorter man's reaction.

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"Goten honey are you sure you didn't go down there today?" Bulma asked uneasily. Before her stood two 10 year olds. One looked defiant, and the other confused.

"No Bulma-san. I haven't been down there since you said we could have candy if we didn't go down there." Goten justified himself.

"Trunks-"

"For the last TIME mom! NO! We did not go into your lab today!! Now will you let us go?" Trunks groaned at his mother's questioning. "You're keeping us from the pool!"

"Oh... alright... I'll ask everyone else... but..." Bulma narrowed her eyes at the duo. "I'm keeping my eye on you." She affirmed.

"Ugh! Come on Goten!" An annoyed Trunks grabbed his best friend's hand, towing him into the backyard.

"Trunks, your mommy's weird..." Goten said, unaware they were still in Bulma's hearing range.

"I heard that!!!" Bulma shouted, sending the chibies scurrying away from her at an even faster rate. "Ugh... it's got to be them, it can't be anyone else."

"What's the problem Bulma?"

"Goku! You're here! And you got Vegeta out of the bathroom, too!!!" Bulma exclaimed, surprised.

"For your information, I was already out." Vegeta growled warningly.

"I don't know if I should believe you or what.... By the way, Son-kun, um... did you happen to go into my lab sometime today?"

"No Bulma, so far I haven't been anywhere but Vegeta's room and the kitchen.." Goku denied, looking confused. "Why?"

"I was wondering.. someone appears to have knocked over, or something, this water that was on my desk." She sweatdropped, appearing slightly nervous.

"What's so bad about this water?" Vegeta butted in. "I mean.."

"Oh Vegeta! It was you wasn't it!!!" Bulma sweatdropped. "You clumsy fool, I was testing that!!!" She explained, frowning.

"No wonder it tasted stale. Why were you testing it?" Vegeta questioned. Bulma's eyes shot wide as she stared at the saiyan.

"Maybe I should leave-"Goku started, but was quickly cut off.

"You DRANK it!!!!?????" Bulma cried, at a high pitch. "You DRANK something that I was obviously running tests on! You didn't even think if it was poisonous or not!?"

"... yes... why, was it poisonous?" Vegeta asked, looking unsure of himself.

Bulma calmed almost immediately. "No... but jeesh! You wasted some of my test subject! I only have 3 more pints of that left... it leaves me less room for error... What I can't believe is how careless you were Vegeta! Not only have you caused me hassle, but if you'd drunk something else something terrible could have happened to you!" She scolded, her voice wavering near the end.

"..."

"Aren't you going to apologize?" Bulma asked, her eyes narrowing.

"............. What was that water anyway?" Vegeta asked trying to change the subject.

"Is that how you say 'no'?" Bulma sighed. "Listen. Don't pull that stunt again, okay Vegeta? –and- stay out of my lab! BOTH of you!" Bulma growled, storming to her lab door, going in, and locking it behind her.

"..." Vegeta stared, slightly disorientated.

"Waaachiiisk!" Goku joked, making a fake whipping noise. "Man, she went nuts there... almost as nuts as when I ate that decongestant chemical she made." Goku nodded.

"I don't want to hear any more about that than I already have." Vegeta said lowly.

"Are you okay, Geta?" Goku asked him, noting the downcast eyes and slumped position of the prince.

"Yes I'm fine!" Vegeta growled, glaring at him.

"Are you sure, do you wanna' talk to me about it?" Goku prodded.

"Yes I'm sure! And no, there's nothing to talk about!" The prince growled.

"Awe you suuuuuuuuuuuuuuure?" The taller saiyan asked again, this time in a baby tone.

"Shut up Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled, fists balled up in anger.

"That's more like it!!!" Goku grinned, suddenly grabbing hold of Vegeta's arm.

"WHAT THE he- oh..." Vegeta shouted, then calmed as he noticed Goku had just transported them to their usual sparring spot. "We were planning to come here, weren't we..."

"=)"

"You do that on purpose, don't you Kakarot. You can play me like a pianist does a piano, you want angry Vegeta, you got it, huh?" Vegeta dissected Goku's actions, glaring at him spitefully.

"Yup, that I do!" Goku smiled broadly, sinking into a fighting position.

"Oh... well" Vegeta smirked. "It's not like I'm complaining" He launched himself at the taller saiyan.

Goku's smile broadened into a grin as they engaged in combat.

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About three hours later, both saiyans were laying on their backs, both exsausted, dirty, sweaty and hungry. They were staring at the now cloudy sky, in relative silence, occasionally studying each-other and reflecting on their recent battle.

Goku, head rested in his arms cast a glance to the other saiyan. "You know, you fought really well today." He commented, feeling slightly out of place for breaking the silence.

"I know" Vegeta replied, pausing for a moment. "I guess I was angry, and slightly concerned about the water incident." He sighed, turning his head away. "I should have apologized to Bulma, I guess." He decided.

A hand was suddenly on the prince's shoulder, making him jump slightly. He looked over to Goku, who was now leaning on his left arm while giving the prince a reassuring pat with the right. "It's okay, Vegeta. In fact, I bet she's already calmed down about it. You know how Bulma is, spontaneous like that..."

"I know..." Vegeta nodded. He then frowned and rubbed his stomach. "Ow.." He mumbled.

"Huh?" Goku asked confusedly, sitting himself up fully. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice laced with concern.

"Yeah... absolutely." Vegeta, stood up, putting his arms to his sides. "I think I'm hungry, that's all."

'ROOOOOOARRRRRUUURURURURURUUUU...'

Goku blushed immensely, putting his hand to his own stomach. "I think somebody heard you" He whispered, motioning to his own stomach. "And now it's angry, and wants to EAT YOU!" He growled, jumping up and learning over Vegeta, who stepped back, a little scared looking.

Goku blinked, then grinned evilly. "Aw... did little Kakarotto scare poor little Geta?"

"NO!" The prince barked quickly. "Of course not!" He blushed.

"Aw... hehe! Then why are you blushing?" Goku teased, poking his tongue out at the prince.

"Oh hush up!" The smaller saiyan pouted, his bottom lip sticking out.

"Hehe..." Goku laughed a little more, before noticing the distracted look on the other's face. "Man, you really are hungry, aren't you?" He questioned.

The prince bit his lip, then nodded. "I think I'll be going home now. It's going to rain."

"Alright... though, I think I'm gonna' stay a little longer..." Goku replied, a small smile on his face.

"Huh? Why?" Vegeta asked, genuinely confused.

"I think I'll really enjoy the rain, after all, it's been so hot... a storm is what I really need."

"You think it's going to storm? Well, I guess. I'll see you tomorrow, Kakarot." Vegeta smiled, before launching himself into the air in the direction of his home.

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"Goten quit laughing at me!" Trunks pouted. His mother was currently being fussy, drying his hair and preening him while Goten stood there giggling.

"You look so funny with that towel!" Goten chortled, watching as his friend's head was rubbed thoroughly with a big fluffy towel. Trunks had a very annoyed look on his face as his friend took the micky out of him.

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Bulma smiled at her son. "You're all dry now, Trunks-kun! Go and get some decent clothes on!" She ordered.

Trunks, although dry, was now entirely floofy. His hair was disarrayed, and looked like it had been badly permed.

Goten fell onto his back. "HAHAHAHA! Oh TRUNKS! You look just like a poodle!!!" He grinned, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I do not!" Trunks growled, raising a fist. He was stopped by his mother who gave him an angry look, then a playful smirk.

"Goten it's your turn"

"WHAAA!?" The little Goku-clone cried, falling onto his back again. "But why!? I'm almost dry anyway!!"

"HUSH! That's no excuse! Plus, your mother would kill me if you caught the chills."

"Mn! But I'm a lil' saiyan warrior!" The chibi puffed his chest out proudly.

"That didn't stop VEGETA from getting the chills. Now sit down while I dry you off."

"Humph!" Goten pouted, plopping himself down infront of Bulma. All the time that she was drying him, he could distinctly hear Trunks' laughs from his bedroom.

It took a good five minutes, but Goten was finally done. His hair was even more unruly than usual, but at least he was dry.

"You're mean." Goten blew a raspberry at the blue haired woman, who just blew one back, sending him indoors to get dressed.

"Is lunch ready yet?" A familiar voice popped up, just behind Bulma.

"AHHH" She squealed, jumping forward. She would have fallen into the swimming pool if an arm hadn't reached out, grabbed her and spun her around.

"...h-hi Vegeta" Bulma articulated, staring at the prince, who was smirking at her suggestively.

"Hi Bulma" He replied. His air then changed drastically to that of a broken record. "Is lunch ready?"

"What? What do you mean is lunch ready?" She blinked. Staring at the saiyan.

Vegeta looked skeptically at her, before pointing to her watch. "It's nearly two. Is lunch ready?"

"Nearly 2!?" Bulma asked, separating herself from the prince and rushing to the kitchen. "Oh man, I didn't know it was so late!"

"Well, it is." Vegeta stated rhetorically.

"Uhuh..." Bulma nodded, not really paying attention to him. She grabbed the phone, situated on the kitchen wall.

"..?"

"Ah, I feel like ordering some take-away." She replied to Vegeta's unspoken question. "How do you feel like Italian- lasagna maybe?" She asked.

"There better be a lot of it." Vegeta nodded, then stuck his nose in the air. "I can cook better lasagna than these cheesy restaurants any day." He boasted.

Bulma stared at him for a second. "-then why don't you cook?"

Vegeta blinked, then blushed. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came to me just then.."

Bulma huffed. "So you can't apologize for drinking my experiment, but can if it means you won't have to cook?" She looked at him in disbelief.

"...yes"

"Ugh, I can't believe you!" Bulma huffed, then dialed a number into the phone. She quickly shooed Vegeta away.

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Ten minutes later, and piles and piles of steaming hot lasagna was laid over the table. Bulma had called every restaurant in town, then sent her three saiyans out to pick up the goods.

All three saiyans, and one human started digging into their plates. Silence rained for close to a minute, before Vegeta took his first bite out of his second lasagna.

"OW SHISCH!!!" The prince tried to curse, sticking his tongue out and waving air at it with his hands. "Dnink! I neeg a gobbam dnink!" He shouted across the table.

Trunks, who had the drink next to him, looked very confused. "Mom, what did he just say?" He asked, looking at his mother.

"He said he needed a drink!" Said Goten, handing the pitcher of ice-cooled water to the saiyan prince. "Haha! I understand 'cuz my dad burns his tongue all the time."

"Haha! That's funny!" Trunks laughed. "What exactly did dad say?"

"Oh! 'Drink! I need a go-"

"Goten!" Bulma scolded from the other side of the table. "Don't repeat what Vegeta says, please... those words are bad!"

"Ohkay..." Goten pouted, ashamed.

Vegeta, who had quite easily finished the pitcher of water, burped. "What the hell took so long?" He scowled at the chibies.

Not really answering, both chibies pointed at each-other, as if to do away with any blame there might be.

"..." Vegeta stared at them a moment, before rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Tell you what. I'm going to bed."

Bulma shot up from her seat. "Vegeta! Are you okay? You only finished one lasagna!?" She asked, concerned. Lasagna was one of the prince's favorite foods. It apparently reminded him of one of the dishes from his home world. Usually, he would down at least ten of them.

"I'm not feeling too good." Vegeta replied, rubbing his eyes. "I think drinking that water so fast made me queasy... I'll eat it tomorrow, just put it in the freezer for me." He stumbled up the stairs, using the banister for support. He seemed to be becoming more and more disorientated the further he got.

"Are you sure you don't need some help?" Bulma ask.

"Ngrrr.." A short growl was her reply. The prince stumbled into the hallway, and Trunks, Goten and Bulma could hear his bedroom door slam.

"I thought saiyans can't get ill.." Goten inquired. Looking confusedly at Bulma.

"That's not true Goten. They can get ill – it's just very hard for them... I think Vegeta might have a stomach bug..." Bulma looked unsurely at his empty lasagna tin. "Tell me if either of you start feeling ill, okay guys?"

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The next morning, Vegeta awoke feeling fine. He supposed whatever had made him ill had passed through his system quickly. He was up at the early hour of 7. Bulma would probably be downstairs, making coffee. Trunks would sleep in til ten.

He felt good. Really good. Almost overly peppy good. It was weird, but then, he didn't notice it at that point. All he knew was that he felt totally refreshed, and new somehow, from the 16 hour sleep.

Getting up, he stretched, his muscles tensing and relaxing. He felt like doing a million things at once, even though he knew it was impossible.

Today, though, he could maybe, maybe do a little cleaning, a little training, a little sparing and a little chatting. He would fight Kakarot, which sounded very appealing, and then he'd hang around with Bulma...

Blinking, the saiyan prince noticed he was getting carried away. Why on earth did he want to do a million things suddenly. Why'd he feel so light, and cool? Why did his teeth feel moldy?

Oh wait... he knew why his teeth felt moldy.

Mere seconds later, Vegeta was standing in the bathroom, running through the bathroom cabinet. 'Man... it's such a mess' he noted, the shelves disarranged. 'Oh well, nothing I can do now.'

Finding his toothbrush, and tooth-paste, Vegeta got to the daily task of brushing his teeth. He hated the feeling of any form of mold of grit in his mouth.. it made him feel unattractive.

'.... Wait, what am I thinking?' Vegeta blinked, before spitting out the remains into the sink. 'Argh... I need to train...' He lamented.

A minute later, Vegeta had completed the tasks of gurgling, spitting and rinsing. He'd washed his face and neck, and brushed his flame-like hair, which seemed a little smoother than usual.

Turning to the door, Vegeta studied himself in the mirror, or rather, intended to.

He was met by an unusual, not every-day occurrence.

In the mirror was him, but different. He was and inch or two shorter than usual, leaner, not so muscular. His face had softened, lashes extended. His hair had become slightly wavy, going back into the usual flame shape, but slightly longer, letting gravity guide it to his shoulders. He had three bangs, which he hadn't noticed before, framing his face, like he used to have as a child.

He looked undeniably female.

The saiyan prince let out a high pitched scream of horror, blasting the mirror, the door, and adjacent wall to ashes.

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Nekoni: I hope you enjoyed my 5 and a half thousand words of wisdom! =)

Vegetto: Be warned... if you review, she might feel the need to write a second chapter!!!

Nekoni: .... Jitto, why did you say that like it was a bad thing?