As It Should Be

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ then I promise you there would be many, many changes.

Author's note: This is my first fic so don't hate if it sucks but I honestly don't think it does. Basically this is after the buu saga but before Pan has been born, but Gohan and Videl are already married and stuff. And I'm also gonna try to portray Goku and Vegeta as best buds, the kind that trade kinky sex stories. Also Mirai Trunks is living in this timeline for good and is married to Ereasa. Goku and Vegeta are both ssj3 but Goku is still stronger. Gohan is at the very limits of ssj2 and Mirai is also level two but not and strong as Gohan. They're also best buds. And all the saiyans have tails.

Alright on with the ficcie! P.S. It may drag on. P.S.S. THERE WILL BE LEMONS!!!!!

~thinking~ (A/N)

Chapter 1 So very bored

BUM,BUM,BUM,B-!

Vegeta lifted his fist off the remains of the alarm clock only to see it reform before his eyes. ~damn~ Vegeta thought. He kept thinking that if he only hit it hard enough it wouldn't pull itself back together. ~9 o'clock, might as well get up~ He headed straight for the shower. Maybe a warm shower would wake him up and besides he stank. Bulma had invented that special alarm clock after she got tired of buying new ones everytime he broke it. He walked into the bathroom, turned the hot water on, and took off his spandex shorts. He looked over at his naked body in the mirror and said "Hey sexy." and then proceeded to flex his muscles for an unseen audience. When the water was finally hot enough he got in the shower and let the heat absorb into his body.

"I have to find something to do today." he said and flicked his tail in exasperation.

He sighed and then rinsed his hair. He grabbed his shampoo and tried to squeeze some in his hand but all he got was a puff of air. ~damn it, now I'm gonna have to use Bulma's shampoo and it'll make me smell like flowers!~ He had to get his hair clean somehow so he squeezed some into his hand and was happy when he found it only smelled like chemicals instead of flowers.

He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and headed toward his closet. He settled for a pair of blue jeans and a light blue teashirt that was a little tight because of his muscles. He wrapped his tail around his waist the way he always had when he was one of frieza's henchmen. It wasn't like he was gonna be training today or anything. Ever since the last time he'd busted the Gravity Room, nearly a week ago, he'd been unable to get an effective workout. He walked to the kitchen hoping to catch Bulma while she was in there so he could get her to make him something. When he got there she was nowhere to be found so he walked to the fridge to get the ingredients to make a sandwich. He got some bread, cheese, meat, and a coke. There was more meat than anything else. He put all the ingredients on a tray and began to walk it to the table.

"You can't catch me Goat-boy!"

"Shut-up Trunks! I'm gonna get you!"

"Not if that's the fastest you can run!"

Oh God. Vegeta's worst nightmare. The two chibis came plowing down stairs and headed straight for him. They went by him so fast that he spun in a circle on one foot like you see on old cartoons and he almost dropped all his food. He slammed his tray on the table.

"Damn boys. 13 and 14 and still acting like their 7 and 8."

He was just about to sit and enjoy his sandwich when he heard Bra begin to cry in her bedroom upstairs. She was quite the crier. "Damn it" Vegeta said as his head sank to the table. Fortunately one of the nannys got to her early and got her whatever it was she needed. Bra was like that, if you could just get to her soon enough you could eliminate a small problem before it became a big one. He picked up the sandwich and was about to take the first bite. "Meow".

"Damn cat go away!" the cat just stared at him, er, I mean his sandwich. Vegeta decided to have a little fun and met the cat stare for stare. The cat flicked it's tail, Vegeta flicked his. The cat looked away first and jumped off the table. It walked out the kitchen with it's tail held high, determined to keep whatever pride it had left. Finally left in peace for the time he tore into his sandwich.

After eating his sandwich he was able to waste a little bit off time by playing solitaire and taking a nap but he couldn't spend all day doing that.

With a sigh Vegeta sat down heavily on a big sofa in the Capsule Corporation living room. Normally he would never be caught dead 'lounging' but his

boredom was nearly driving him insane. It never usually took Bulma this long to fix it but he'd nearly destroyed the enter thing this time. ~Bulma better be fixing it right now, I swear to God if I catch her taking a break again to sneak some sweets she'll regret it more than last time!~ After this thought he remembered that what had been scolding had quickly turned into a heated

session of wild and crazy monkey sex ,*cough* using the leftover sweets *cough*. With a smile Vegeta pushed her screams of pleasure from his thoughts and picked up the remote and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels it was quickly apparent that nothing was on.

Just when he was about to give up and find something else to do he stopped on the Oprah Winfrey Show. He found the woman irritating and prissy. His finger was poised over the power button when she said,

"Okay all me wonderful guests! We have a fantastic show in store for you today. My guest today is perhaps the most famous man on the planet, the martial arts master, and savior of the planet from the monstrous Cell. The one, the only HERCULE!!"

As she had been talking the crowd had barely held in their excitement and now that the oh-so-holy name had been said they erupted with screams, whistles, and of course lots and lots of clapping. Near to bursting with excitement herself, Oprah practically screamed,

"Come on out Hercule!"

Then his stupid theme music played and he came running out flashing his peace signs

everywhere and doing gayass poses. Vegeta didn't think it was possible for the crowd to get any louder, but get louder it did. It was so loud he had to turn it down. Oprah and Hercule sat in their adjacent chairs and waited several seconds for the cheering to die down.

As they began their conversation Vegeta couldn't believe he was actually still watching, it was as if Oprah had some freakish mental hold on his finger keeping him from turning the cursed machine and the annoying woman off.

"So Hercule, I hear you're hosting a big expenditure in a few months."

Hercule nodded.

"So tell me the details."

For the first time Hercule spoke. His voice was overly gruff and had a well practiced heroic tone that was probably permanent.

"Well Oprah, it is true that I'm holding a martial arts tournament in a matter of 2 months."

"Oh Wonderful! I'm sure we all can't wait to see the fabulous Hercule in action, right

audience?" she said indicating the audience. Hercule seemed to trip(not literally, anime style).

"Oh...uh...actually I won't be competing, just hosting and funding."

This was met by groans from the crowd, which Hercule allowed to culminate until he spoke again.

"Uh...however I've committed to making the preliminaries as rigorous as possible to ensure only the best fighters will actually fight, and...."

He let it drag on as if expecting a drum roll.

"I'm offering out of my own pocket, a prize of 1 million zenie."(he's filthy rich)

At this the crowd oohed and aahed and chanted Hercule's name with raised fists.(she sure has a responsive crowd.)Vegeta's finger finally finished it's unbelievably slow descent to the power button and turned the tv off. Vegeta stood up with a new mission in mind. He was gonna enter that tournament and win it. Kakarot was gonna enter too he'd make sure of that. But first he would need to train. So he set toward the G.R. to see if it was ready yet.

"Did you see that? My dad was watching Oprah!"

"Haha! Your dad watches Oprah! Your dad watches Oprah!"

"Shut up goat boy!"

"At least MY dad doesn't watch Oprah!"

"I'm gonna get you Goten!"

And then they set to chasing one another again.