Summary- "You have no idea what it's like to be me!" Was all that Bulma needed to say. Because when she woke the next morning, she found she was in the body of a Saiyan Prince! And Vegeta was in the body of a petite Earthling! How, and who, did this? And will they ever get back to normal?
WARNINGS- Coarse language, sexual preferences, yadda, yadda, yadda. Oh, and as is the usual custom of my stories, it's about a year after Buu saga, and Bulla and Trunks are closer aged. GT never happened. No Pan, because I hate her.
Disclaimer- If I owned it, we would be able to see Super Saiyan 4 naked. *snicker*
Arguments
It was the average Friday morning in the Brief Household, and everything was in a jumble as usual.
"Mom! I can't find my shoe!"
"Daddy, Trunks took the last of the milk!"
"Vegeta, would you stop swearing so much!"
"Well, I can't find my goddamn car keys!"
"Then just fly there! Damn it, did any of you see my jacket?"
"Mommy! Tell Trunks to stop poking me in the face!"
"She started it, and I still can't find my shoe!"
Bulma ran around the kitchen, packing the children's lunches and looking for Trunks' lost shoe.
Her counterpart tore apart the living room, searching for the keys to his Corvette and Bulma's leather jacket. Something shiny caught his eye, his heart skipped a beat, but he realized it was just a nickel. "Fucking money."
"Vegeta! Stop swearing!" Bulma scolded, her butt to him as she searched in the cabinet under the sink. "Trunks, how did you manage to lose your shoe?"
"I think Goten hid it when he was here yesterday." Trunks flicked a spoon full of milk at his younger sister, and laughed sinisterly.
"Ew, MOM! Tell him to stop!" Bulla wiped it off, close to bursting into tears. "DADDY!" She yelled.
"Yes!" Vegeta said, pulling his keys from between the couch cushions. "I found the keys."
"Good, now find Trunks' shoe while I finish with these lunches!" Bulma shouted into the other room, spreading peanut butter on wheat bread.
"I don't like wheat, Mommy!" Bulla complained.
"Too bad."
The prince groaned in agony and went on to find the jacket and the shoe. Just another day in paradise, he thought sarcastically.
When the kids were finally out the door, lunches packed and shoe found, Vegeta had to take a five minute breather. He collapsed on the couch, and watched Bulma bustle about, getting herself ready.
"Woman, you should take a break before you explode." He absently jingled his car keys in his pocket.
"I don't have the time to take a break! There's this meeting and I have to give a stupid presentation about our new product and I think I'm going to explode!" She yelled at the roof, and bit back the threatening tears of stress.
"Calm down, it's just a meeting." He stood up.
"Excuse me?! It's not just a 'meeting'! But it's not like you would understand, Mr. Loafer."
"Since when did I become a shoe?"
"You know what I mean!"
"And I don't just 'loaf' around. Who else picks up your damn cargo for you?"
"I can easily get other people to do that!"
"Yes, but you don't pay me."
"Puh-leeze! I pay you every night, you horn dog. You know, when I'm trying to sleep!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You are insufferable! You act like you have it so bad here! Hell, I wish I could've had this life when I was a blasted kid!"
"Oh, shut up with you're 'woe-is-me' life story! I wasn't some coddled child like you think I was! I went through a lot, too!"
"Not nearly as bad as what I went through!"
"Just shut the hell up!" She screamed. "Gods, I get sooo sick of you sometimes! You-You have no idea what it's like to be me!" She stormed to the front door, and slammed it behind her, not caring that she was barefoot and her skirt was hitched up past her thighs.
If I didn't love her so damned much, she'd be dead right now! Vegeta snarled inside his head before leaving out the back door, slamming it shut as well.
Come dinner time, the family had returned back home, a little less flustered, but a whole lot of tense. Of course, it was mostly between husband and wife. Not a lot was said, but there was plenty of eye contact and body language.
"Pass the ketchup, please?" Bulla said to her father. He just grumbled and slid to her, eyes set on his glaring wife (giving his own kind of glare, as well).
She gave a questionable glance to her older brother, who just shrugged in return as he chomped on his hotdog.
"So. How was school, kids?" Bulma asked, stabbing her lettuce angrily, still looking at her husband.
"I got in trouble for fightin' again," Trunks spoke up. "You guys gotta take me in school early tomorrow so I can go to detention."
Vegeta sipped from his glass of wine. "Was it with that one boy you always seem to get in trouble with?"
"No, not John. It was a girl this time. She tried to kiss me. So I hit her, and when she started cryin' the teacher caught me."
"Trunks! You don't ever hit a female! That isn't proper!"
"Why not?" Vegeta asked. "If she was causing him trouble, then I think he had a right to do it." He set down his glass and looked squarely at the aqua-haired heiress.
"Because it's the right thing to do. Everyone knows that."
"How is it the right thing to do? Perhaps, it's because women are for less superior compared to men?" The prince smirked.
Bulma sharply stood up, and threw down her fork onto the lettuce bowl, shattering the glass. "Goodnight!" She stomped off, smoke nearly floating off her head in puffs of angry steam. He said that just to piss me off! Ugh, what a jerk!
Vegeta sighed and put his head into his hands, his headache beginning to throb with vengeance. I am going to regret what I just said…I might as well get the blankets on the couch now.
~A/N~ Can't you see Vegeta driving a Corvette? Red, sleek, and shiny. He seems like he could be one of those 'obsessed with my car' men. My ex-boyfriend is one of them…
