Trunks could feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands as he gazed at his baby sitter. Beside him stood Goten, who was staring with wider eyes than he had ever had before. They were utterly stunned.

"Oh, holy crap," Trunks muttered, surveying the damage.

Krillen stood before them, horrified as she looked upon her new body. Her height had not seemed to change, but everything else seemed to be at least slightly different. Through the baggy clothing, all three of them could tell that Krillen's waist was tapered and that there were, in fact, bosoms under the shirt. Her once rough, callused hands were smooth and tapered, and her shoes suddenly felt as though they were a couple sizes too big.

"What the hell did you do to me?" she screeched.

The two boys cringed at the voice. "Well, technically, we're not the ones that made the wish," Trunks feebly defended.

Krillen glared at the children. "And what, exactly, was the wish you two didn't make?"

Goten continued to gape at the woman, but Trunks forced his brain to kick back in. "Um, I think Auntie Chi-Chi said something about wishing that the guys knew what it was like to be like the girls…"

Krillen's cheeks turned bright red as a thought crossed her mind. "I'm gonna be a chick for a year!" she cried out.

Trunks and Goten both looked startled by that statement. "Wait," Goten quietly wondered, "don't the dragon balls recharge after six months?"

"No!" Krillen wailed. "They take a whole year!"

"But we made a wish six months ago!" Trunks protested.

The tiny woman shook her head. "They were already at half power when you used them," she pointed out, attempting to regain her composure. "You can get away with it if you only use one wish when they're fully restored. But they have no power left! They need to fully charge again before another wish can be made, and that'll take a whole year!"

"But if you could use them at half power now," Trunks reasoned, "then why can't we use them when they're half charged in six months?"

Krillen paused her tirade, seriously considering the question. "You know, I don't know why they don't work that way," she sincerely said. "But they don't. You can take it up with Dende. After we tell your parents what you did!"

All of the color immediately drained from Trunks' face as a realization hit him. "Oh, crap, my parents…"

While Goten seemed to miss out on what Trunks was saying, Krillen read him loud and clear. Slowly, the little woman pat the little prince on the shoulder. "Call your mom," she softly said. "Maybe she can keep him from killing you…"

Trunks gulped and looked down at the cell phone in his sweaty hand. It had not been his idea to get the dragon balls, and it was not his wish that caused the problem. However, he understood that he still had to face the music of his decisions.

He knew that getting the dragon balls had been a mistake. In fact, he had even told Goten that he thought that they should stop. But in the end, he had done nothing to stop it. Hell, he had even been the one to summon the dragon, because Goten was not sure how. And because of that, he was going to get blamed.

For once in his life, though, Trunks believed that he deserved whatever punishment his parents gave him.

And that scared him, because his parents were not going to be easy on him for his crime.

With nervous, sweaty fingers, young Trunks dialed his mother's number. As he listened to the ring tone sound, all he could do was pray that she would have mercy on him.

/

"I'd bet even money that I'm going to be killing my son this afternoon," Bulma grumbled, steering the air car closer to the Son home.

Beside her, Chi-Chi pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. "And if yours is doing something stupid, mine's probably right there with him."

Bulma huffed, keeping her eyes firmly on the road. "I swear, they're both just like their fathers. Keep them on their own, and they're usually pretty good. Put the two of them in the same room with each other, and their ability to reason just flies out the window and chaos ensues."

"But keep them apart for too long and it's worse than putting them together," Chi-Chi finished with a sigh. "It must be a Saiyan thing."

"No," Eighteen coolly replied from the back seat, "it's a guy thing. Krillen's just as bad as your two are."

The two women up front balked at the concept. "You can't seriously mean to tell me that sweet little Krillen gets nearly as wound up around the other guys as our guys do."

"Only because there's a power difference," the blonde countered. "If he stood a ghost of a chance in a spar, he'd be running off with your two idiots all the time."

Videl giggled. "See, Gohan's the total opposite of that," she pointed out. "He's actually got a very free spirit, but when he's near the other guys, he seems to just clam up. I think they intimidate him."

"Vegeta? Intimidating?" Bulma responded with an extremely sarcastic tone. "I'm shocked!"

As the ladies got out a good laugh, the phone rang again. "Could one of you do the honors?" Bulma asked.

As Videl reached forward, Chi-Chi waived her off. "I know what needs to be done now," she almost sternly said. "You just sit back and let me take care of it." The raven haired mother quickly got everything done, and the connection was made.

"Hello?" Bulma called out.

"Mom?"

The driver rolled her eyes. "No, it's the boogie man," she responded. "Of course it's me, Trunks! Now, be a good little boy and tell Mommy what you did wrong so she knows why you hung up on her five minutes ago."

On the line, the women could hear the sound of Trunks swallowing hard. They all exchanged wary glances, wondering what exactly the boys had gotten into this time.

"Well, here's the thing…"

Another bout of silence came, followed by what sounded like a female voice telling Trunks to suck it up and admit something. "Trunks?" Bulma asked, suddenly very concerned. "Honey, who is with you right now?"

"Goten and Krillen."

"Trunks, we all heard a woman's voice," Chi-Chi responded sternly. "Now tell us who is with you?"

Another swallow passed over the line. "I swear, it's Goten and Krillen."

Bulma found her temper running out with her son very quickly. "Trunks Briefs, if you do not tell me right now who is with you, you will be grounded for two weeks longer than your sentenced time for whatever the hell it is you're not confessing to!"

"Mom, I am trying to confess! Goten and I got the dragon balls, Krillen found us, he tried to call you, Goten got nervous and knocked his phone out of his hand, and just as the dragon popped up, Auntie Chi-Chi said…"

"That sometimes I wish our guys could understand what it's like to be like us," Chi-Chi whispered. "Oh, Kami, you're not telling me that…"

"The woman you heard was Krillen," Trunks finished up.

"WHAT?" Eighteen roared from the back seat of the car.

Videl sat bold upright, gripping Chi-Chi's seat with both of her hands. "Aren't the guys supposed to be sparring a few miles from here?" she urgently asked.

Up in the front, Chi-Chi was turning red with anger and Bulma's knuckles were whitening against the steering wheel. "Oh, you are so dead for this one, mister," she growled. "Here's what's going to happen: I am going to hang up my phone. You, Goten, and Krillen are going to go straight to the Son house. I am on my way right now to pick up Goku, Gohan, and your father. We will meet at the Son house ASAP. Then your father is going to murder you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," came the very obedient reply. Chi-Chi, using what little restraint she had left, turned off the phone.

Absolutely seething, Bulma's grip got even tighter on the steering wheel as she slightly changed course. The car ride remained silent as the four women aimed for the three sparring partners. No one seemed to know what to say.

/

Goku jumped up and down, staring in awe. "This is so weird!"

Gohan turned bright red and turned away. "Dad, for the last time, please stop doing that!"

"Kakarot, stop jumping around!" Vegeta barked.

"Seriously, look at them when I do this!" Goku insisted, continuing to bounce.

With a snarl, Vegeta glared at the younger fighter. "Kakarot, if you don't stop playing with your tits right now, I am going to punch you in the head!"

Goku just chuckled. "No you won't!" she giggled. "You can't hit me sitting like that!"

Vegeta harrumphed, but she knew that Kakarot had her. Unlike the brain damaged fighter, Vegeta was not willing to display her brand new body to the world, and her shirt had long been shredded in the fight. As such, she sat against a tree, keeping her loose pants from falling off, with her arms crossed over her own ample bosom.

Meanwhile, Gohan sat on the ground, fiddling with the remains of her own shirt. His gi had never covered a lot of chest anyway, but at least his belt was cinchable, allowing the pants to stay put. However, her attempt to make her top modest did not seem to be working.

Not fifteen minutes earlier, the three had been just above the ground, engaged in the tail end of a spar. Gohan had been trying to hit Vegeta while blocking a kick from Goku, who was defending himself from a swing from Vegeta. All three of them had been in perfect symmetry of motion when they felt their bodies seize with the power of the wish.

They had hit the ground hard as their bodies had changed, and their first moments after the transformation just to figure out why they had the sudden loss of altitude. It was Vegeta who had first noticed the serious anomaly among them and let out a blood curdling scream. Gohan realized the problem a second later and immediately began to hyperventilate, barely able to stammer out broken questions between gasps of air. Goku simply sat up with a confused look on her face.

The following minutes had been filled with screaming, anxiety, and oaths to destroy the responsible party as quickly as possible. It also included the realization without a sash, Vegeta's pants were not going to stay up, and that while Goku did not seem to mind being topless, the other two clearly did.

As Gohan and Vegeta sat there, silently assessing the situation, Goku continued to explore her new body. "You know, as cool as these are, they kinda hurt when I jump."

"Then the obvious solution, you moron, is to stop jumping!" Vegeta snapped.

Goku gave a half shrug in agreement and began running her fingers through her hair. "This is so weird, having hair that actually, well, moves! Mine's never really done that before!"

"Dad, don't you think we have more important things to be talking about right now than what your hair is like?" Gohan softly pleaded. The entire experience was still making her breathing hard and erratic from anxiety.

"Well, what's there to talk about?" Goku reasoned. "We suddenly became girls, it's probably caused by a wish, and we have to either wait a year or get to New Namek in order to change back. I think that sums it up pretty well!"

Vegeta glared angrily at the younger woman. "You're leaving out one vital detail, dumbass," she bit out. "We're not just women, we're human!"

Gohan continued to try to cover herself, muttering the information she had to herself. "No clothes, no power, no flying, no way to get home, we need to tell Mom, Videl, and Bulma…we need to find out what the wish was…who made it? Who would wish for this?"

"I'd say the woman did if it weren't for the fact there's something she is definitely not willing to give up for a full year," Vegeta growled. Her eyes suddenly grew wide as she wondered just how that particular pastime was going to be accomplished for the next three hundred and sixty five days.

"You know me well."

The three fighters whipped around, startled by the voice behind them. "Woman!" Vegeta called out.

As the four woman emerged from the woods, they found themselves rendered speechless by the sight before them. Gohan was sitting in the grass, her hands desperately trying to pull her gi top together. Her short hair looked a lot like Videl's, but her bangs were much shorter. Goku was standing next to her, waving, completely topless and unashamed. Her black hair hung around her shoulders, and her gi pants were so long on her that her bare feet were hidden. Vegeta was leaning against a tree, her legs straight and crossed at the ankle, and her arms still fiercely covering her breasts. Her hair, long enough to reach just below her shoulder blades, had all been pulled forward in an attempt to help with her modesty.

"Holy shit," Bulma whispered.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at Bulma. "Woman, you spent all day shopping, so I know you have to have something in there that would qualify as clothing. Go bring me some."

Bulma's cheeks reddened slightly at the tone used. "Listen, missy," she quickly retaliated, "first of all, you're just as woman as I am now, so there's no reason for you to call me by my gender anymore. And second of all, what the hell makes you think you can boss me around like that?"

"Your gender has not changed, so there is no reason for your nickname to change," Vegeta hissed. "And I don't know if you noticed, but I am not exactly in a position to go fetch them on my own."

The heiress studied her lover and had to agree, at least with the second half. "Yeah, let me see what I can find…"

As she began to work her way back to where they had managed to park the car, Bulma shook her head. It was going to be a long, long year.