Just One Wish

Just One Wish

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonball Z characters. No really, don't…except Vegeta and Goku…oh yes, I own Vegeta and Goku. All mine! Mine, mine!! And those little dancing sausages too! Fine…I don't own them…but the dancing sausages, they are mine!!!!

A/N: For those of you who have been wondering, this takes place in no particular timeframe, for purposes of the story Vegeta has not yet reached Super Saiya-jin but the androids have come. Also, I know basically nothing about the android saga as we have been deprived of Dragonball Z in New Zealand and the bakas who run the television companies (i.e TV3) are very slow.

This chapter is for the person who doesn't like coloured font…it is in black and white ^.^

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Chapter Three

Goku was telling jokes to 'Mirror Vegeta'. "And so the mother tomato runs behind and jumps on the baby tomato yelling 'Ketchup! Ketchup! Ketchup!'" Goku laughed and 'Mirror Vegeta' laughed too.

"Gee Vegeta! I guess Bulma was right. You do have a sense of humour! Who would've thought! Did I tell you the one about -"

The door blew open, shattering into tiny pieces. "Wha -"

'Goku' (A/N: If there are '' around the name it's not really them!) entered, stepping around the fragmented remains of the door, a small part of his brain registering that with the money Bulma made form Capsule Corp she could easily get it replaced. He walked towards 'Vegeta' with anger in his eyes.

"Kakarott! What did you do to me!?" His voice made the walls vibrate.

"Hey! Who are you?" Goku asked, confused. "You look just like me! And what do you mean what did I do?"

Vegeta was seething, "YOU BAKA!! I AM YOU!!!!" He screamed, no longer trying to control his temper.

"What? But if you're me…who am I?" Goku's mind twisted Vegeta's face into a very unfamiliar expression of confusion. He looked back at the mirror, understanding registering on his face. "I get it! You're Vegeta!" He smiled.

"Kakarott! Stop smiling!" Vegeta sneered, "I do not smile!" He ordered. Goku's normally happy face was twisted into a classic, although out of place, Vegeta scowl.

"Yeah? Well I sure don't walk around looking like that!" Goku pointed out.

Vegeta's scowl deepened, if possible, "How did this happen?!" He raved, pacing in the bathroom impatiently. Bulma's bathroom was by no means small, but when occupied by two Saiya-jins, and one was pacing, it became less large.

"Um…Goku-san? Vegie-chan?" Bulma poked her head through the ruined doorframe, slightly afraid of what she might find. It wasn't everyday that Goku came over, knocked people over without an apology and destroyed the house in the process. Vegeta maybe, but not Goku. The pacing in the bathroom she just counted as part of the general weirdness.

"DON'T CALL ME VEGIE-CHAN!!"

Bulma blinked in amazement. "Goku?" She asked disbelievingly, wondering what had brought on this uncharacteristic behaviour. Then she noticed the goofy grin on 'Vegeta's' face. It was enough to worry anyone.

"Oh my gosh!" She ran forward, placing a hand on his forehead. "Are you sick?" She asked, forgetting that a Saiya-jin never gets sick. "Hmm…no temperature, but you look sick…it must be pretty bad…"

"Baka woman!" Vegeta exploded. "Can't you see that that's not me!?" He screamed.

"Are you okay Goku-san?" Bulma asked, giving him a weird look, 'Maybe there's some kind of strange Saiya-jin sickness going around.'

"I AM NOT KAKAROTT!!" Vegeta yelled for the millionth time, a vein popping out of his head. Bulma took a step back. 'This is just too weird…'

"Hey Bulma-san?" Bulma turned to face 'Vegeta'.

"Hai?"

"I'm not Vegeta." Goku said calmly.

"Well you sure look like him." Bulma raised a questioning eyebrow, wondering if all Saiya-jins who were sick acted this way.

"Listen to me woman…"

"Vegeta calm down. Yelling is not going to help things, and with your temper it's likely to make things worse…" Goku tried to placate the angry prince.

"SHUT UP KAKAROTT!!"

"Wait! Wait!" Bulma interrupted, holding up her hands for silence before a full-scale war could erupt. 'Goku' settled down although he was still muttering obscenities under his breath. "That's Vegeta?!" She pointed to the scowling Saiya-jin. 'Goku' reluctantly nodded his head. Bulma burst out laughing.

"S-so Goku is Vegeta…and V-Vegeta is Goku!?" Bulma stammered between laughs.

"It's not funny woman!" Vegeta said threateningly.

"Oh yes it is!" Bulma said before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

'Goku's' face twisted into an angry sneer whilst 'Vegeta' grinned goofily, enjoying the joke.

"STOP SMILING WITH MY FACE!!" Vegeta yelled suddenly.

Unfortunately for Vegeta, Goku burst out laughing. "C'mon Vegeta! You gotta admit it's kinda funny!" Vegeta's scowl deepened even more. Could they not see the problem? He snorted in disgust. Bulma and Goku were rolling around on the floor laughing.

Trunks flew into the bathroom panicking. "Kaasan! I can't find my maths book!" He skidded to a stop at the unlikely sight of his father laughing. "Toussan?" He asked wonderingly, questioning the fact that this really was his father.

"Will you two bakas STOP LAUGHING?!"

"Goku-san?" Trunks was even more confused. First his father acting, well, normal and now Goku-san shouting and yelling as though he was…his dad. 'This has been a really weird morning…'

"What do you want brat?" Vegeta snarled.

"I can't find my maths book Goku-san." Trunks said very respectfully.

"What makes you think I know where it is huh?" Vegeta sneered.

"Vegeta!" Bulma sat up, "Help him find his book!" She ordered.

"NO!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!" Vegeta smirked, a plan formulating in his mind. "As long as I have to be Kakarott, the brat is no longer mine!" He folded his arms smugly.

"WHAT!?" Bulma screeched. She grabbed him by his ear and started yelling. "VEGETA!! GO DOWNSTAIRS AND HELP TRUNKS FIND HIS MATHS BOOK!!!!"

"Ow!!" Vegeta rubbed 'his' ear. "That is no way to talk to a Saiya-jin prince, woman!" He replied angrily.

"Oh yeah?" Now it was Bulma's turn to smile evilly, an eyebrow raised. "As long as you are Goku, you are no longer the Prince of the Saiya-jins…NOW GO HELP TRUNKS FIND HIS BOOK!!"

Bulma's method of persuasion didn't really work, mainly because Vegeta was in too much shock over her words. He snapped. "Not a prince?" He said slowly, eyes staring vacantly ahead.

"Vegeta? Anyone home?" Goku waved his hand slowly in front of the spaced out Saiya-jin's face.

Vegeta focused on the hand and, faster than the speed of light, grabbed Goku by the collar. "KAKAROTT!!! FIND A WAY TO GET ME OUT OF YOUR THIRD CLASS BODY!!!" He shook Goku violently before suddenly letting go. "No one must know about this…Kakarott, you will pretend to be me until we figure this out. And you, woman, you will not tell anyone and you will shut the brat up too." He said, levelling and evil eye at Trunks and Bulma.

"Wait a minute…that would mean that Goku would have to act like you and you would have to act like… Goku?!" Bulma burst out laughing again.

"What's the matter?" Vegeta asked smugly. "You don't think I can do it woman?" He plastered a goofy, if slightly insincere smile on 'his' face. "I'm a third class loser. All hail Prince Vegeta!" he said with a smirk.

Bulma shook her head. "Lose the smirk Vegie-chan."

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Well hope that was funny enough for the true humour connoisseurs amongst you. Review it!! Please, please? Sorry it's been awhile since the last post. School during the week and all. School is when I write this marvellous fan fic. (Ahh…so all that time isn't a waste!) Anyway, thanks to all the nice people who reviewed the last two chapters. I'm open to flames and ideas people. Arigato! ^.^ You people are so nice!

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