Here's chapter three! Enjoy! And please review! *puppy dog eyes*
TWO WEEKS LATER…
ChiChi ran up the stairs in a panic, fearing the worst for Goku. She gasped for air as she rounded the corner and threw open the bedroom door. "GOKU?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" The Saiyajin spun around and looked at the other woman, raising an eyebrow. "Huh? What do you mean?" ChiChi ran over to Goku and walked in a circle around her, making sure she was still in one piece. "You're late for breakfast!" the woman cried, putting her hand against the Saiyajin's forehead. "You must be seriously ill!" Goku sighed and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm going on a diet. I'm getting fat." ChiChi nearly fell over at the other woman's words. "Are you kidding me?! You've got a better figure than me! If anything, you've lost weight since this little change took place. Now stop this nonsense and come eat." The dark haired woman turned to leave, thinking that that was all that needed to be said to lure the Saiyajin to the kitchen table, but still, Goku refused. "No!" the woman cried, sitting up and folding her arms. "I'm a whale!!"
ChiChi sighed and slowly ran her hand down her face in frustration. She had noticed that over the last couple weeks, Goku had been getting more and more sensitive about her looks. She wasn't sure if this was because the Saiyajin's new form was beginning to get the best of her, or if it was due to the spell. Either way, ChiChi didn't like it at all. Goku was becoming too much like a woman, mentally, for comfort. The dark haired woman left the room and returned downstairs to call Bulma, hoping to get some information on Vegeta's current status.
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Vegeta shrieked in horror as she looked down at her shaking hand. Bulma, reacting to the scream, immediately burst into the room, looking in all directions for the source of the problem. The Saiyajin slowly looked up at the other woman, her face pale. "What? What's wrong?! Do you feel ok?!" Bulma cried, afraid that the princess was seriously hurt. Vegeta slowly raised her hand and pointed to her finger. "I….I broke a nail!!" Bulma fell over as the Saiyajin dropped to her knees and began crying like a little baby, clutching her hand. The blue haired woman glared over at the princess, her patience running thin. Vegeta had been becoming more and more sensitive over the past couple weeks and it was beginning to fray Bulma's nerves. Just the other day, the Saiyajin had been outside in the yard, enjoying the fresh air. Out of nowhere, Vegeta had come running inside, screaming at the top of her lungs about a huge disgusting monster that had assaulted her in the garden. When Bulma went out to investigate, the culprit was none other than a ladybug, who had committed the crime of touching the princess's shoe as it passed by. That was when the blue haired woman knew that the next few months would be anything but fun.
Bulma's thoughts were interrupted by the phone, which was ringing off the hook. She quickly picked up the receiver, smiling when she heard a familiar voice on the other line. "Hello, ChiChi! How are things going over there with Goku?" The woman's smile faded as she listened to the other woman talk about Goku's insecurity with her appearance. "That kinda sounds like what Vegeta's going through. She doesn't seem to have a problem with her appearance… but… Well, let's just say she's become even more girly than me. Everything scares her!" Bulma once again paused for a moment as ChiChi began talking again, causing a smile to spread over the woman's face. "Oh yeah! That's a great idea! Let's do it!"
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THREE DAYS LATER….
"Is dad ready yet?!" Gohan called from downstairs, tapping his foot impatiently. "We're going to be late!" "Almost!" ChiChi yelled back, turning back to the closed bathroom door. "You can't stay in there forever, Goku! Now come out!" "No!" the Saiyajin called back, her voice slightly muffled from the closed door. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this!" "Like what?" the dark haired woman asked, clearly baffled. The last time she'd seen the other woman, she looked perfect. "My hair is a mess!! It's all frizzy!" the other woman called back, her voice squeaking a bit from stress. ChiChi chuckled at the Saiyajin's insecurity. "Goku, you could have no hair at all and you'd still be gorgeous! Now open this door and I'll see if I can help you with your so called frizzy hair." The other woman gasped from the other side of the door before pulling it open. "Are you saying my hair is falling out?!!" "No! Not at all!" ChiChi said quickly, not wanting to upset her further. The woman studied the Saiyajin for a moment. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans, which fit rather snugly, along with a tank top that cut off half way down, exposing the Saiyajin's flat stomach. ChiChi glared in jealousy a bit before smiling. "Goku! You look great! And there's nothing wrong with you hair at all."
Goku was about to protest when Gohan, who was making catcalls, caught their attention. The teenager burst out laughing when the other Saiyajin's face turned bright red before she once again retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. ChiChi shot Gohan an angry glare before knocking on the door. "What's wrong now? That should prove that you look good!" "I don't want people looking at me!" Goku cried from the other side of the door. The dark haired woman scratched her head in confusion. "What? But I thought that was the whole point to wanting to look good!" There was a pause before the Saiyajin spoke again. "I want to look good, but I don't want anyone looking at me!" ChiChi sighed and rubbed her temples, beginning to feel the start of a serious migraine. "Goku! That makes no sense! Get out here!"
Gohan gasped as he felt the other Saiyajin's energy rise as her frustration grew. "Uh… mom…I think she's angry… I suggest you back away from the door." ChiChi gasped and ran from the door, hiding behind her son for cover. Suddenly, there was a large burst of golden light from under the door before the entire bathroom door exploded off its hinges, flying across the room. Gohan and ChiChi blinked at a now blond haired, green-eyed Goku, who was looking in the mirror with a blank look on her face. The Saiyajin's hair was even fuller than before, but it was still hanging down to her shoulder blades instead of sticking up like it would if she were a man again. Her hair was now wavy and her bangs were spikier than before, but she still looked great, if not better. A smile soon spread over Goku's lips as she walked out of the bathroom, strolling past her still shocked family. "Ok, I'm ready to go now. If anyone looks at me, I'm now able to knock their teeth out with no effort at all." Gohan chuckled a bit as he turned to follow the Saiyajin. "Funny, dad." Goku stopped in her tracks and looked back at her son. "Who's joking?" The demi-Saiyajin and ChiChi exchanged worried glances as they followed the woman out of the house and to the car.
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Bulma smiled as she looked around the room, which was full of familiar faces. Everyone was there, ranging from Piccolo to Paur. She and ChiChi had decided that Vegeta and Goku were under a lot of stress and needed to be around their…well…Goku's friends in order to hold onto what was left of their sanity. Bulma hoped that the two full-blooded Saiyajins might even spar and regain some of their manly habits. The blue haired woman smiled again and cleared her throat. "Ok, everyone. Goku should be here very soon and I'm about to bring Vegeta downstairs. Now remember, Goku has been sensitive about her looks lately, so be nice. And Vegeta's been very skittish, so…try not to sneak up on her or make any sudden movements…" A few snickers were heard throughout the large living room at the last statement.
Bulma was about to scold the few insensitive individuals before an ear piercing scream caused her and everyone else to just about jump out of their skin. A few seconds later, Vegeta came running down the stairs, her arms flailing around in the air as she continued to scream in horror. "What's wrong?" the blue haired woman asked, looking at the cowering Saiyajin, who was hiding behind her. Vegeta pointed at the stairs and the woman followed her gaze, blinking when she saw what she had been running from. "What? Choutzu? Vegeta! You know that's just Tien's friend!" The Saiyajin whimpered a bit and continued hiding behind Bulma. "It's an evil demon clown boy!" The pale faced clown blinked and floated over to Tien, who was snickering a bit. "Gee… All I did was say hello!" Vegeta gasped and covered her ears. "Stop talking! You're voice scares me!" Choutzu was about to make another comment before his three-eyed friend slapped his hand over his mouth. "I think it's best if you just keep quiet and maybe out of sight for awhile…" Vegeta blinked and looked at Tien, pointing and screaming at the man. "HE HAS A THIRD EYE!!! AND IT'S STARING AT ME!" Bulma patted the Saiyajin on the back as she began to hyperventilate, slowly leading her into the kitchen. "I'll be right back. Please answer the door when Goku gets here."
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About a half hour later, the doorbell finally rang. Yamcha was the first to reach the door and opened it quickly, smiling when ChiChi and Gohan came into view. Goten, who had been at Capsule Corp playing with Trunks the whole day, ran over to his mother, smiling happily. "Where's dad?!" he asked, looking around. ChiChi blinked and spun around, scanning the area for the Saiyajin. She finally spotted her still sitting in the car, her arms folded as she glared at the dashboard. "I'll get her." Gohan said, jogging back to the car. The group watched as Goku appeared to shout something at his son that made the demi-Saiyajin's face turn red. After a little more persuasion, Gohan finally lured Goku into Capsule Corp. "What'd she say?" ChiChi whispered to her son. Gohan chuckled a bit. "I don't think I should repeat her exact words, but just make sure Roshi stays away from her."
"Wow, Goku! You look nice in Super Saiyajin form!" Yamcha said, smiling nicely. The woman glared at the former desert bandit and folded her arms, snorting. "Whatever." ChiChi punched the Saiyajin on the arm, frowning. "Goku! Most people would have said thank you!" "Well I'm not most people! Stop looking at me!!" she shouted, glaring at the whole group, who exchanged glances before looking anywhere but Goku. The Saiyajin blinked, her lip quivering as she spun around to ChiChi. "I told you! I'm fat! They won't even look at me!" The dark haired woman sighed and put her hand on the Saiyajin's shoulder. "You just told them not to look at you…" "Goku, you look fine. Stop being so sensitive." Piccolo muttered, immediately shutting up as the woman spun around to glare at him. "I'm not being sensitive!!!" Goku looked at the group, who were now staring at her with wide eyes. "STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!" she screamed, her face turning red as she clenched her fists in anger. Everyone in the room swayed a bit before finally falling over.
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I know this chapter is shorter than the others, but work has been taking up a lot of my time lately. So it looks like Goku and Vegeta's new forms are getting the best of them… How will this affect their little get together? We'll see…
TWO WEEKS LATER…
ChiChi ran up the stairs in a panic, fearing the worst for Goku. She gasped for air as she rounded the corner and threw open the bedroom door. "GOKU?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" The Saiyajin spun around and looked at the other woman, raising an eyebrow. "Huh? What do you mean?" ChiChi ran over to Goku and walked in a circle around her, making sure she was still in one piece. "You're late for breakfast!" the woman cried, putting her hand against the Saiyajin's forehead. "You must be seriously ill!" Goku sighed and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm going on a diet. I'm getting fat." ChiChi nearly fell over at the other woman's words. "Are you kidding me?! You've got a better figure than me! If anything, you've lost weight since this little change took place. Now stop this nonsense and come eat." The dark haired woman turned to leave, thinking that that was all that needed to be said to lure the Saiyajin to the kitchen table, but still, Goku refused. "No!" the woman cried, sitting up and folding her arms. "I'm a whale!!"
ChiChi sighed and slowly ran her hand down her face in frustration. She had noticed that over the last couple weeks, Goku had been getting more and more sensitive about her looks. She wasn't sure if this was because the Saiyajin's new form was beginning to get the best of her, or if it was due to the spell. Either way, ChiChi didn't like it at all. Goku was becoming too much like a woman, mentally, for comfort. The dark haired woman left the room and returned downstairs to call Bulma, hoping to get some information on Vegeta's current status.
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Vegeta shrieked in horror as she looked down at her shaking hand. Bulma, reacting to the scream, immediately burst into the room, looking in all directions for the source of the problem. The Saiyajin slowly looked up at the other woman, her face pale. "What? What's wrong?! Do you feel ok?!" Bulma cried, afraid that the princess was seriously hurt. Vegeta slowly raised her hand and pointed to her finger. "I….I broke a nail!!" Bulma fell over as the Saiyajin dropped to her knees and began crying like a little baby, clutching her hand. The blue haired woman glared over at the princess, her patience running thin. Vegeta had been becoming more and more sensitive over the past couple weeks and it was beginning to fray Bulma's nerves. Just the other day, the Saiyajin had been outside in the yard, enjoying the fresh air. Out of nowhere, Vegeta had come running inside, screaming at the top of her lungs about a huge disgusting monster that had assaulted her in the garden. When Bulma went out to investigate, the culprit was none other than a ladybug, who had committed the crime of touching the princess's shoe as it passed by. That was when the blue haired woman knew that the next few months would be anything but fun.
Bulma's thoughts were interrupted by the phone, which was ringing off the hook. She quickly picked up the receiver, smiling when she heard a familiar voice on the other line. "Hello, ChiChi! How are things going over there with Goku?" The woman's smile faded as she listened to the other woman talk about Goku's insecurity with her appearance. "That kinda sounds like what Vegeta's going through. She doesn't seem to have a problem with her appearance… but… Well, let's just say she's become even more girly than me. Everything scares her!" Bulma once again paused for a moment as ChiChi began talking again, causing a smile to spread over the woman's face. "Oh yeah! That's a great idea! Let's do it!"
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THREE DAYS LATER….
"Is dad ready yet?!" Gohan called from downstairs, tapping his foot impatiently. "We're going to be late!" "Almost!" ChiChi yelled back, turning back to the closed bathroom door. "You can't stay in there forever, Goku! Now come out!" "No!" the Saiyajin called back, her voice slightly muffled from the closed door. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this!" "Like what?" the dark haired woman asked, clearly baffled. The last time she'd seen the other woman, she looked perfect. "My hair is a mess!! It's all frizzy!" the other woman called back, her voice squeaking a bit from stress. ChiChi chuckled at the Saiyajin's insecurity. "Goku, you could have no hair at all and you'd still be gorgeous! Now open this door and I'll see if I can help you with your so called frizzy hair." The other woman gasped from the other side of the door before pulling it open. "Are you saying my hair is falling out?!!" "No! Not at all!" ChiChi said quickly, not wanting to upset her further. The woman studied the Saiyajin for a moment. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans, which fit rather snugly, along with a tank top that cut off half way down, exposing the Saiyajin's flat stomach. ChiChi glared in jealousy a bit before smiling. "Goku! You look great! And there's nothing wrong with you hair at all."
Goku was about to protest when Gohan, who was making catcalls, caught their attention. The teenager burst out laughing when the other Saiyajin's face turned bright red before she once again retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. ChiChi shot Gohan an angry glare before knocking on the door. "What's wrong now? That should prove that you look good!" "I don't want people looking at me!" Goku cried from the other side of the door. The dark haired woman scratched her head in confusion. "What? But I thought that was the whole point to wanting to look good!" There was a pause before the Saiyajin spoke again. "I want to look good, but I don't want anyone looking at me!" ChiChi sighed and rubbed her temples, beginning to feel the start of a serious migraine. "Goku! That makes no sense! Get out here!"
Gohan gasped as he felt the other Saiyajin's energy rise as her frustration grew. "Uh… mom…I think she's angry… I suggest you back away from the door." ChiChi gasped and ran from the door, hiding behind her son for cover. Suddenly, there was a large burst of golden light from under the door before the entire bathroom door exploded off its hinges, flying across the room. Gohan and ChiChi blinked at a now blond haired, green-eyed Goku, who was looking in the mirror with a blank look on her face. The Saiyajin's hair was even fuller than before, but it was still hanging down to her shoulder blades instead of sticking up like it would if she were a man again. Her hair was now wavy and her bangs were spikier than before, but she still looked great, if not better. A smile soon spread over Goku's lips as she walked out of the bathroom, strolling past her still shocked family. "Ok, I'm ready to go now. If anyone looks at me, I'm now able to knock their teeth out with no effort at all." Gohan chuckled a bit as he turned to follow the Saiyajin. "Funny, dad." Goku stopped in her tracks and looked back at her son. "Who's joking?" The demi-Saiyajin and ChiChi exchanged worried glances as they followed the woman out of the house and to the car.
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Bulma smiled as she looked around the room, which was full of familiar faces. Everyone was there, ranging from Piccolo to Paur. She and ChiChi had decided that Vegeta and Goku were under a lot of stress and needed to be around their…well…Goku's friends in order to hold onto what was left of their sanity. Bulma hoped that the two full-blooded Saiyajins might even spar and regain some of their manly habits. The blue haired woman smiled again and cleared her throat. "Ok, everyone. Goku should be here very soon and I'm about to bring Vegeta downstairs. Now remember, Goku has been sensitive about her looks lately, so be nice. And Vegeta's been very skittish, so…try not to sneak up on her or make any sudden movements…" A few snickers were heard throughout the large living room at the last statement.
Bulma was about to scold the few insensitive individuals before an ear piercing scream caused her and everyone else to just about jump out of their skin. A few seconds later, Vegeta came running down the stairs, her arms flailing around in the air as she continued to scream in horror. "What's wrong?" the blue haired woman asked, looking at the cowering Saiyajin, who was hiding behind her. Vegeta pointed at the stairs and the woman followed her gaze, blinking when she saw what she had been running from. "What? Choutzu? Vegeta! You know that's just Tien's friend!" The Saiyajin whimpered a bit and continued hiding behind Bulma. "It's an evil demon clown boy!" The pale faced clown blinked and floated over to Tien, who was snickering a bit. "Gee… All I did was say hello!" Vegeta gasped and covered her ears. "Stop talking! You're voice scares me!" Choutzu was about to make another comment before his three-eyed friend slapped his hand over his mouth. "I think it's best if you just keep quiet and maybe out of sight for awhile…" Vegeta blinked and looked at Tien, pointing and screaming at the man. "HE HAS A THIRD EYE!!! AND IT'S STARING AT ME!" Bulma patted the Saiyajin on the back as she began to hyperventilate, slowly leading her into the kitchen. "I'll be right back. Please answer the door when Goku gets here."
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About a half hour later, the doorbell finally rang. Yamcha was the first to reach the door and opened it quickly, smiling when ChiChi and Gohan came into view. Goten, who had been at Capsule Corp playing with Trunks the whole day, ran over to his mother, smiling happily. "Where's dad?!" he asked, looking around. ChiChi blinked and spun around, scanning the area for the Saiyajin. She finally spotted her still sitting in the car, her arms folded as she glared at the dashboard. "I'll get her." Gohan said, jogging back to the car. The group watched as Goku appeared to shout something at his son that made the demi-Saiyajin's face turn red. After a little more persuasion, Gohan finally lured Goku into Capsule Corp. "What'd she say?" ChiChi whispered to her son. Gohan chuckled a bit. "I don't think I should repeat her exact words, but just make sure Roshi stays away from her."
"Wow, Goku! You look nice in Super Saiyajin form!" Yamcha said, smiling nicely. The woman glared at the former desert bandit and folded her arms, snorting. "Whatever." ChiChi punched the Saiyajin on the arm, frowning. "Goku! Most people would have said thank you!" "Well I'm not most people! Stop looking at me!!" she shouted, glaring at the whole group, who exchanged glances before looking anywhere but Goku. The Saiyajin blinked, her lip quivering as she spun around to ChiChi. "I told you! I'm fat! They won't even look at me!" The dark haired woman sighed and put her hand on the Saiyajin's shoulder. "You just told them not to look at you…" "Goku, you look fine. Stop being so sensitive." Piccolo muttered, immediately shutting up as the woman spun around to glare at him. "I'm not being sensitive!!!" Goku looked at the group, who were now staring at her with wide eyes. "STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!" she screamed, her face turning red as she clenched her fists in anger. Everyone in the room swayed a bit before finally falling over.
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I know this chapter is shorter than the others, but work has been taking up a lot of my time lately. So it looks like Goku and Vegeta's new forms are getting the best of them… How will this affect their little get together? We'll see…