Chapter 1

Something's Definitely Different.

He was running, but suddenly, he didn't remember where to. Son Goku stopped dead in his tracks as he considered what was happening.

The saiyan looked around, abruptly unsure of everything.

Where in fuck was he running? Why, was the better question.

He was in the Capsule Corp. building.

Oh, how lovely…

…Why?

It was late at night, he noted. What in God's name could he possibly be doing here? He crouched down, rubbing a hand on his face. Goku even rubbed his temples, thinking that perhaps he could be suffering from…

Alzheimer's… he thought worriedly, gently rubbing a hand down the side of his head.

No, thought Goku, shaking his head determinedly. That was absolutely goddamn absurd.

Some form of amnesia, he figured solemnly.

He was growling softly, pressing hard against his temples, trying to remember something—anything.

Goku saw Shenlong… only it wasn't Shenlong. This dragon was red, and huge—way bigger than the normal Shenlong.

Was it a dream? Or wasn't it?

Having no other clues, Son Goku simply shrugged and headed away.

The saiyan prince caressed the back of her head, feeling her soft blue hair as he kissed the woman, pressing further into her.

Vegeta even thought that he could get away with slipping another hand behind her, feeling her buttocks. Bulma squirmed at that, but otherwise, she did not cease the kiss.

As the prince pushed gently into her, his thoughts were turned to engaging Operation: Third Base. He really didn't think that he would make it as far as this, what with the possibility of Kakarrot out to get him and put him in the ground. He was making good progress.

As for Bulma, though, her thoughts eventually came back into focus. Although she knew what Goku was doing was wrong—wanting to kill Vegeta—she could not deny that she was betraying Son.

Vegeta reached up for a nice handful of them boobies.

Inches from the glory of the feeling of soft breast in his hands, he was intercepted. More curious, Bulma pulled away from the kiss, looking at the saiyan prince hard.

"What's the matter?" asked Vegeta.

Bulma was quiet for a moment, considering her next movements. "This isn't right," she muttered.

"What?" asked Vegeta incredulously. "This couldn't possibly be righter!" he argued.

"Goku," she explained simply, rolling her eyes toward the floor solemnly. "…I can't…"

Vegeta appeared as though he would simply keel over, as he lolled his whole body to the side, and nearly collapsed. "Kakarrot," he sighed weakly.

Pleading eyes flashed her way, but Bulma affirmed her position. "This was a mistake, Vegeta," she whispered, withdrawing. "Please…"

"But—!" Vegeta started.

"…Go…" said Bulma quietly.

He became silent, and after a few seconds, Vegeta conceded it with a resigned sigh. "I see," He pursed his lips.

"Please…" she whispered, closing her eyes.

There was silence, and after a moment, Bulma's eyes opened again, and Vegeta was gone.

The room was empty and quiet, save for the window curtains adjacent to the opened window billowing softly.

Goku was starting away, but suddenly a dark figure leaped out in front of him, effectively startling him.

Vegeta stamped right up to the lower-class saiyan, putting his face barely two inches from his own. "Here I am, Kakarrot!" he snapped.

The saiyan didn't quite know what to do, staring into the face of the clearly agitated saiyan prince. "I see you," he agreed slowly.

"Come on," Vegeta invited, his face twisting insanely and evilly. "Do it… Do it!"

Goku eyed him curiously, not understanding where Vegeta was trying to go with this.

"Come on—Come on!" Vegeta shouted quickly. He leaned closer. "Kill me, I'm here! Kill me! COME ON, DO IT NOW!"

Goku patted the air with his hands, backing away a few steps. "Vegeta, are you okay…?"

"Hurry up and kill me, Kakarrot!" Vegeta urged, desperation creeping into his voice. "Finish the job…!" he pleaded.

The Prince of Saiyans' hands seized Goku's orange gi.

Dreadfully confused, Son Goku pried off the clawing hands of the desperate prince and insisted "No, Vegeta...! No!"

Vegeta immediately fell into him again, grasping at the saiyan's gi. "Kill me! DO IT NOW!"

Goku's blinked his eyes and crinkled his nose, backing off a few steps and slapping away Vegeta's hands. "What's come over you?" he asked. "I'm leaving..." he turned and began to walk away, but the sound of Vegeta's sudden movement from behind made him break into a sprint, retreating from the probably drunk prince.

Shouts of "You bastard!" followed his confused steps.

He hooped and hollered, throwing his head all around as he rode the large caboose of his bride, #18. Suddenly, the telltale feeling in his nuts and the incredible sensation in his dickhead warned him that he was about to blow his load.

Krillin was the man he once was again, after being shrunk mysteriously to an abnormally small size, decreasing his strength and power to that of a child's. He was exiled from his home at Kame House, and his wife and Master promptly became fuck buddies. All who encountered him were disgusted and told him that they hated him.

His strength and power had been restored due to great effort through training with his childhood friend Son Goku.

He then beat the shit out of Master Roshi to win back his wife, and to fuck her without restraint.

Krillin groaned loudly as he pulled out of #18, who roared in response as arcing ropes of jizzm smacked down upon the android's buttocks. The martial artist's long, drawn out roar suddenly began to increase in pitch, eventually becoming a long squeal.

When he was done, Krillin realized that he was shorter, and his muscle mass was gone—he was shrunken down to an abnormal size again.

"The fuck!" cried out #18 when she noticed the change. "Son of a bitch, weak fuck, I knew it!" she growled, kicking out at Krillin and sending him flying away, crashing through the wall of the Kame House.

Krillin, naked, screamed as he bounced across the sand outside.

"Oh, so you're not so tough anymore, are you, boy?" chuckled a creaky, nasally voice from the side.

Krillin turned his head to see his Turtle Master, hobbling toward him on his walking stick.

"No…" murmured Krillin, knowing, but not understanding what happened.

Roshi's foot slammed down onto the naked form of Krillin, drawing a pained gasp from the newly diminutive martial artist.

"This is for last time!" cried Roshi as he brought his foot up for another stomp.

Krillin couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely as he yowled in protest as Master Rosh called him names and abused him.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back from the sudden buzz. He sniffled through the fine substance caked dryly on his upper lip and somewhat around his nostril.

The other man eyed him knowingly, an amused smile creasing his lips as he anticipated what would come next. He had gone through this exact situation a dozen times already.

"This is amazing," stammered the man, sniffling and rubbing away some residual drugs from his face. The man could feel his pulse quickening, and an energy he never knew buzzed in his head.

"As I told you," remarked the dealer, his shoulder-length black hair bouncing effortlessly with a dramatic shift of his head. "It's very special shit," he spoke confidently, his light almond-shaped eyes penetrating his guaranteed buyer's.

"This feeling…!" the shady customer proclaimed, his eyes twitching somewhat as he spoke the words, his high setting in further.

#17 clapped his hands together and leaned forward to catch his customer's attention. "Pay me twenty thousand zeni and in exchange, you'll be awarded with 10 grams,"

"Pricey," remarked the man, shaking his head for a measure of clarity. "You see, I'm on a budget…"

#17 smirked at that. Super Coke was worth it, and after all, the man would buy it nevertheless. The drug would take full effect in about 5 seconds.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

One…

As if on cue, the man's hesitancy all but disappeared, and was replaced instead with an eager grin and a feverish nod. "Twenty thousand it is!"

#17 held out his hand, and a stack of bills was slapped into his waiting palm. With his other hand, he reached into his open case and gently dropped a small bag of the glorious white substance into the man's eager grasp.

The man said no word of thanks, and walked with all speed out of the alley, eager to stash his new acquisition.

"Another loyal customer," remarked the android, pulling forth a cigarette and popping it into his mouth. He lit a match and brushed the flame up against the edge of the tip of the tobacco tube and inhaled.

Blowing the smoke through his nostrils, he cracked another grin.