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(A/N) This takes place right after the Majin Buu Saga. Bura is not born yet, and Trunks and Goten are eight and seven.

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Vegeta no ouji sweats heavily in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. He knows it's coming. He knows what it wants. He just doesn't know if he can resist it this time. If he's strong enough to fight back.

He glances over at the thermostat. 60 degrees. But he's so hot, he can swear it has to be at least 500. There has to be some way to keep himself from roasting alive. He gets out of the sweat soaked sheets and fumbles towards the closed window. Suddenly it comes.

Vegeta screams and grabs at his head, falling to his knees. He yells into the empty silence of the night, "NO! STAY AWAY! IT'S MINE! IT BELONGS TO ME! IT'S NOT YOURS ANYMORE!"

Vegeta can feel it. It's stronger, too strong. He feels himself weakening. He won't make it this time. He looks up at Bulma sleeping in their bed, totally ignorant of the changes taking place. It almost has him now. The doomed ouji whispers, "Good-bye...forever." Then he passes out onto the floor.

Nothing stirred. The ominous silence carried the feeling of death. Suddenly Vegeta's eyes opens and gets up. He is different than before. His expression is softer. His eyes aren't pulled into a constant scowl and his cocky smirk is replaced by a warm smile.

Without a word, he gets back into bed and kisses Bulma goodnight. Then he goes back to sleep.

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Bulma wakes up early next morning and sees Vegeta is already up. She sighs, thinking, {He's probably training again. That is so typical of him.} But then the smell of cooking wafts into the room. Bulma thinks, {ChiChi's cooking again...}

She suddenly bolts out of bed, {Wait a sec! ChiChi's not here! She's at her house with Goku! But then who's cooking?} Bulma grabs a bathrobe and hurries down to the kitchen. Warily she peers inside the room and to her utter and total shock she sees Vegeta flipping flapjacks as if he was doing it his whole life.

Bulma stares at him, "Vegeta! What are you doing?!"

Vegeta looks at her direction and smiles, "Obyo Bulma-Chan. I'm just making breakfast."

"JUST making breakfast?! I didn't even know that you can cook!"

"I was always able to cook. How do you want your eggs?"

Bulma answers, "Uh, over-easy. And if you could cook, then why did you always yell at me to fix your food for you?!"

Vegeta shrugs, placing Bulma's plate in front of her, "I dunno. I guess I was just lazy. Gomen nasai. I'll try and be better...Bulma-Chan? Oh dear." Bulma had just fainted.

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Bulma watches the small ouji clean the house for about the fifth time in a row, still in shock after what Vegeta said "...Gomen nasai. I'll try and be better..." Bulma shudders. How easily the words rolled off his tongue. Something is definitely not right.

About that time, Mirai wakes up and heads down to the kitchen. He finds himself in a totally spotless house. Seeing Bulma sitting on the couch in the living room, Mirai walks over to her and says, "Wow, Kaasan! Great job on the house! You must've worked for hours!"

Bulma mutters, "Actually you have to thank your tousan for that."

Mirai says in confusion, "Nani?"

Suddenly he hears, "WATCH OUT!" Mirai has enough time to turn around before he gets run over by Vegeta with a vacuum cleaner.

Vegeta skids to a halt and goes to help Mirai up, "Mirai! Gomen nasai! I should've looked where I was going!"

Mirai sits up and rubs the bump on his head, "That's okay. I've had worse hits than that." But then he realizes it was his father who apologized, "Tousan?!"

Bulma says, "I know. He's been acting strangely ever since he woke up. Vegeta, get me another cup of coffee please."

Vegeta says, "Yes, Bulma-Chan." He zips to the kitchen and zips back with a cup of that evil black brew. The ouji turned servant-boy asks Mirai, "Do you want anything? I made pancakes."

Mirai stares at him in disbelief, "No, that's okay. I'm not hungry."

Vegeta doesn't seem the least bit perturbed. He says, "That's fine. Oh yeah, I got a present for you." He swiftly pulls out a long, gift-wrapped package and gives it to Mirai.

Mirai's eyes widen, "A present?"

Vegeta nods, "Yup!"

Mirai frowns and cautiously opens it up. He finds a beautiful gold hilted sword with a shiny steel blade that gives off a dazzle of different colors whenever it reflected sunlight. Mirai says in awe, "Whoa..."

Vegeta asks anxiously, "Do you like it?"

"Like it. I love it!" Then Mirai narrows his eyes and asks, suspiciously, "Why did you get it for me?"

"Just to replace the one I threw away while cleaning."

Mirai pales, "You threw away my sword?!"

The ouji nods and continues, "That reminds me. I should do another round." He goes back to cleaning the house, racing the vacuum out of the room.

An infuriated Mirai yells at his father's retreating back, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THREW AWAY MY SWORD! SHE HAD SENTIMENTAL VALUE!"

Bulma raises an eyebrow, "She?"

Mirai blushes and sits down, "Nevermind."

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Bulma yells, "VEGETA NO OUJI! YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE!"

Vegeta cocks his head and asks innocently, "What did I do?"

"Your obsessive cleanliness is disturbing. You're spoiling the Trunks' with present every hour on the hour. AND YOU'RE WAY TOO NICE!"

The clueless ouji offers her a plate, "More escargot?"

Bulma takes one and says politely, "Arigatou." Then she shakes it off, "DON'T GET ME OFF THE TOPIC!"

She chews on a snail and adds, "Another thing, YOU COOK BETTER THAN I DO TOO! I want to know what you're up to!"

Vegeta says, "But I'm not up to anything. I just want to make you happy." Bulma laughs, "HA! That's a laugh! I know you better than that!"

The ouji smiles mysteriously, "Do you now?"

The clock suddenly strikes one o'clock and right on cue Trunks is by his father's side saying, "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!"

Bulma sighs, "Trunks, your tousan didn't have time to-"

But Vegeta pulls out two presents out from under the bed and gives one to his fervent eight-year-old, "Here you go, son."

Trunks opens it up eagerly and sees it's a new video game, "YAY! You're the greatest, Tousan! Arigatou domo!"

Vegeta asks, "Where's Mirai?"

Trunks says, "He doesn't want his present. He doesn't like the way you've been acting."

Vegeta says crestfallen, "Oh, I see..."

Trunks pipes up, "Can I have it?" His father nods sullenly. Trunks says happily, "Yay!" He takes the present and skips out of the room.

Bulma watches Vegeta with a raised eyebrow, "V-Chan? Are you alright?"

Vegeta bites his lip and sniffles, "I tried do hard to make him happy. And he takes all my work and throws it back in my face! What do I have to do to get him to like me?!"

Bulma sweatdrops, "Uh, Vegeta. He liked you before you started acting strangely. You just try too hard."

Vegeta asks, "You think so?"

Bulma nods her head vigorously, "Oh yeah! Definitely!"

"Maybe you're right..."

Bulma thinks, {YES!}

But then Vegeta adds, "I'll just presents every other hour instead of every hour!"

Bulma falls over anime style. On the floor she thinks, {Oh well. At least he stopped crying.}

Vegeta says, "Anyway, I better get going on washing the sheets!" Bulma jumps up and glares at him, "You already did it five times in a row!"

The ouji corrects her, "No, those were the towels. I only did the sheets three times."

Bulma rolls her eyes, "ONLY three times, huh?"

Vegeta adds, "While I'm at it, I can go do the groceries and clean the house again. I also reserved a table for us at 'Chez Pierre' at 9. And-"

Bulma screams, "ENOUGH!!"

Vegeta cocks his head at her, "What's the matter?"

"Why are you helping out in the house so much?!"

Vegeta smiles, "I guess I'm just bubbling with energy."

"Then why don't you train or something?!"

Vegeta twiddles his fingers, "Uh...well, I...um...How do I say this? I don't want to train anymore. I don't like to."

Bulma stares at him, "...Vegeta, if you don't train, then how do you expect to be stronger than Goku?"

Vegeta says quietly, "I don't want to be stronger than Kakarrotto. I don't want to fight ever again."

Bulma's reaction is immediate. She grabs the Vegeta's shirt and yells, "Okay, who are you? AND WHERE THE HECK IS MY HUSBAND?!"

Vegeta bows his head, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you."

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Miyanon: So it's a cliffhanger, sue me. Is this really Vegeta? If it isn't, then who is this mysterious imposter, who coincidentally looks exactly like our favorite little ouji? Find out on the next chapter. See ya then!

P.S. Galexz, you asked for a long chapter. Here you go.