Just One Wish
Disclaimer: I in no way own Dragonball
Z…although I sometimes wish I did. Please don't sue me! You won't get anything…well,
not anything of importance anyway. Just to make this official: Dragonball Z is
the product of Akira
Toriyama's amazing imagination and creativity. I am also not associated with
FUNimation. (Good eh?)
A/N:
I'm back!!! And I had a good time, the kids weren't so bad, I got a letter from
one of them yesterday. Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers…you guys are the
best! For those of you that didn't review, I'm disappointed. But wait! If you
review this time, I'll forgive all wrongs. ^.^ This is really a kind of
'filler' piece, it's not all that funny it's getting us to the next funny part
ok? And yes, to the person that asked, (I forget your name) there will be some
Krillin and possibly Yamcha in later chapters.
~*~
Chapter Five
"Wow Bulma! It sure is nice of you to let me
stay here and use the gravity room." Goku said with a sincere smile.
"It's okay Ve- uh Goku-kun, besides, where else
would you go." Bulma jumped at first, still not used to seeing a smile on
'Vegeta's' face. Then she smiled too, remembering the mood Vegeta had been in
when he took off to the Son's place.
"Goku-san?" Trunks tapped his 'father' on the
shoulder. "Can I at least tell Goten?" This was too good not to share, how was
he supposed to keep it secret?
"Sorry Trunks-chan." Goku said. "Your tousan is a little weird
about this whole switching bodies thing." Goku on the other hand, had little to
no problems with it at all. It wasn't really all that hard. Besides, if he told
someone, they'd probably help him out.
"But Goku-sa-"
"Trunks! Goten's here!" Bulma called from the
front of the house.
Goku had completely forgotten that his son came
over here practically every afternoon to see Trunks. 'It's okay, just
pretend to be Vegeta.' He reminded himself, practising his scowl in the
mirror again.
"Vegeta-san?"
"Go-Goten!" Goku spun around, a scowl fixed on
his face. It wasn't very convincing and it looked a little pained and out of
place but it was passable.
"Vegeta-san?" Goten asked again, surprised at
the Saya-jin no Ouji's reaction. It was the lack of name calling and glowering
that was surprising. His permanent name, at least in Vegeta's eyes, was either
'Kakarott's other brat', 'Spawn of Kakarott' or 'That third class baka's son."
Well, that or a combination of the three. The constant companion of these names
was either a disdainful look, a sneer or a scowl. Goten remembered his father's
behaviour earlier in the day. 'I'm reading too much into this, or maybe
everyone's being weird today. Yeah that's right, it's a whole big conspiracy!'
Goten told himself sarcastically. Goten shrugged, offered 'Vegeta' a smile and
slowly inched out of the room. Just in case.
~*~
"Hey Trunks?"
"Hai Goten-san?" Trunks managed as he paused for
breath.
"Break?" Goten asked, panting slightly. The two
demi saya-jins had been sparring for over an hour, in high gravity.
"Okay." The two boys levitated down to the
ground, both were sweating profusely. Their clothes were ripped up, but it was
nothing their mother's couldn't fix. Goten however, cringed in anticipation of
the reaction his clothes would get from Chi Chi.
"Honestly you boys don't know what it's like always having to mend your clothes, look at Gohan. He doesn't go out and fight everyday. I'll bet Videl doesn't have to keep sewing up his clothes. I don't mind you sparring, really, but can't you be a little more careful Goten? It's not like I have all this free time, I need to cook. You and your father eat enough for a small country. And then there's the cleaning. It's not like you and your father can't help out in the house once in awhile. When was the last time you cleaned your room Goten?"
Goten shuddered at the
thought. He lay down on the gravity room floor. At Vegeta's insistence, the
gravity had been cranked up higher that the two demi saya-jins were used to
yesterday. It was taking a bit of getting used to. Goten really didn't see the
point, there weren't actually going to be any enemies coming. At least none
that he'd heard of. Thinking about Vegeta, Goten let his mind wander back to
Vegeta's earlier behaviour. Maybe he should ask Trunks about it.
"Is it just me, or is
your dad acting kinda weird today?"
Trunks regarded his
friend silently. The fun loving, mischief making part of him told him to tell
Goten. He grinned thinking of all the pranks that could be pulled. There were
tons of ways to turn this body switching business to their advantage.
Then Trunks thought about
what his father, his real father, would do to him if he even so much as dropped
a hint to Goten. Vegeta in his own, immensely strong body was bad enough.
Vegeta in Goku's Super Saya-jin body meting out punishment on Trunks was worse.
Trunks thought about all the things his father could and would do wincing
slightly from the imagined pain.
"Trunks? Hello? Earth to
Trunks, your shuttle is cleared for landing."
"Huh?" Trunks snapped
back into reality. "Um…no, I haven't noticed anything." Thoughts of his father
torturing him under intense gravity forced him to push aside thoughts of prank
pulling.
"Oh." Goten lay back
down, he had been tracing a pattern on the floor. "My tousan was acting really weird this morning." Goten
proceeded to tell Trunks the events that had transpired earlier that day.
Trunks sniggered, imagining how Vegeta must have felt.
~*~
Okay it was more Goten
and Trunks than Goku and Vegeta. My bad. It's gonna get better! (How long am I
gonna keep saying that?) I can't help it if I'm sick and have so much art
homework it's scary. Never do School Certificate Art. My helpful tip for
the day. Anyway…review it, email me…I DON'T CARE!! Just tell me what you think.
After all, you people are the reason I write! ^.^() Really you are, I lied last
time!
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Smabbi – san
