Just One Wish

Just One Wish

Disclaimer: All the wonderful DBZ characters do not belong to me. Toriyama is a rich, rich person. I am not. Hence, the idea behind DBZ is not mine. (As much as I would like to own Trunks and Goten.) I am also not associated with FUNimation who are the bakas who censor DBZ and change what it could be. (The world is a worse place thanks to you people!!)

A/N: Gomen nasai people!! I know it's been ages since I posted. (I've probably lost my adoring public…I have and adoring public?) Anyway, it's all been written, I've just been too busy to type it up! I'm sorry!! What can I say? Doing six school certificate subjects is hard…especially when exams are looming!! ^.^() Enjoy the fic and if it's not too boring review!!

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Chapter Six

"Bulma-san! I think I've figured it out!" Goku exclaimed triumphantly.

Bulma half leaped out of her chair, keeping one eye on the program she was running on the computer, she focused the remainder of her attention on Goku. "What?" She asked, confused.

"We can use the dragonballs to wish ourselves back into our normal bodies!" Goku said, smiling the familiar goofy Son grin. The grin was admittedly out of place on Vegeta's face.

"But the balls aren't active for another week!" Bulma said, a little sadly.

Goku had an amazingly positive attitude, considering he was stuck in Vegeta's body. He waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a week, plus it'll take some time to find all the dragonballs. Could I borrow the dragon radar Bulma-san?" He asked politely.

Bulma was not used to Vegeta being polite. Admittedly, it was Goku in Vegeta's body but it made little difference at this point. She sighed inwardly. 'Why can't Vegeta be polite? Instead of arguing and screaming all the time…' Still, give her a couple of days and she'd actually start to miss the big jerk. One could say she was somewhat attached to him. Just a little. Bulma tossed the dragon radar to Goku. "Good luck!"

Goku perched on the window ledge, "FLYING NIMBUS!!" The speedy yellow cloud was under him in an instant, still smiling, Goku hopped on.

Belatedly Bulma wondered if Goku could actually ride on the small cloud, after all, only those pure of heart can ride nimbus and Vegeta certainly had done enough evil deeds in his life to qualify for the not pure of heart category. When she heard no startled screams or yells, she assumed that everything was okay.

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Krillin and Juuhachigou were sitting outside the Kame house, enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Baby Marron was asleep on her mother's lap. Both were slightly startled when the yellow cloud zipped by.

Krillin's eyes followed the trail left in nimbus's wake to the cloud. His eyes widened slightly and he rubbed them to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He turned to his wife, and pointed, asking in a somewhat disbelieving voice. "Was that Vegeta on nimbus?"

Juuhachigou's eyes widened slightly, she too was disbelieving the sight. It was not one she'd ever thought she would see in her life.

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Goku's stomach rumbled and he frowned. Bulma's cooking left something to be desired, namely, Chi Chi's cooking. But he couldn't fly over to his house and just demand food. It wasn't polite and he was sure Vegeta would never do something like that.

He grinned as he noticed the golden arches. "NIMBUS!!" He yelled, pointing, "OVER THERE!!"

The little yellow cloud obliged.

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Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he swished the brush over the once burnt wall. The last coat of paint. 'All this for a stupid meal…' He couldn't believe this. He, the prince of Saiya-jins,(No matter what that baka woman said, he was still the prince!) reduced to a lowly handyman. This was a job for a third class baka like Kakarott, not him. He gritted his teeth in anger. 'This is all Kakarott's fault! Him and his crazy, baka family! I'll make him pay! As soon as I'm back in my own body I'll make him grovel before the

Saiya-jin no Ouji!'

Chi Chi poked her head into the kitchen, beaming. "Goku! How wonderful! At this rate the kitchen will be ready just in time for me to cook dinner. Gohan's supposed to be coming home tonight, isn't that great?" She didn't wait for an answer, just continued skipping around the kitchen, preparing the night's meal.

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The young woman adjusted her uniform, bored. She glanced out the window and it was lucky that she did, for what she saw sent her into a panic. 'What do I do? WHAT DO I DO??!" Taking a deep breath, she remembered her training. Hands shaking, she quickly pushed the button beneath the counter.

The entire Mc Donald's crew burst into a flurry of activity.

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"Goku! Dinnertime!" The words were music to the hungry Saiya-jin's ears. Vegeta stopped sulking and rushed into the newly repaired kitchen, attempting to grab the food before he even sat down. Chi Chi smacked his hand with a spoon, causing him to yelp, not so much from pain but from surprise.

"What was that for baka woman?!" He yelled, angry that his eating process had been disturbed. He began unconsciously powering up. "I missed lunch and I'm hungry!!"

Chi Chi's eyes flashed dangerously. "Goten is at Vegeta and Bulma's teleport over there and pick him up." She commanded.

"Nani?" Vegeta said in disbelief. "I can't tele- er…do that!" 'Why didn't I get Kakarott to teach me how to teleport?'

"Goku…" Chi Chi began warningly. She reached over and grabbed him by the collar. When her nose was inches away from his she continued. "Go to Bulma's and…get…Goten…NOW!!" She yelled, emphasising the last few words. When he hesitated, she pulled the frying pan out from behind her back and began waving it threateningly.

'Goku's' eyes widened and he rushed out the door.

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There you have it. A new chapter. (Finally!) Hope you liked that. To the people who have reviewed, thank you for your support. (Especially L.A and Mango Madness.) And also thanks to Smeegee-san for helping out. It's not as funny but it's hard to be funny all the time and write a long (-ish) fic. Review, review, review! Arigato! ^.^

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