A/n Aw look at all the reviews!!! thanks so MUCH. Here are the next parts! have fun!, Don't have any thing other to do anywyz...me's sniffy sickish...
Though bet you guys don't mind! -Snickers- Oh and for the clearity:

Re-incarnation indeed makes it possible to have the nice looptyloop displayed in this story.

Gokuu's soul, the original, is the same as in Gokuu here, and indeed comes from his own family's blood line.
On his turn, Vegeta indeed has come down from his OWN family tree, only Yema thought it would be nice and frustrating for him to be stuck in a girls body. SO. sum up, same boys, one stuck in girls Body, girl feelings and responces. Both re-born in their OWN families. Okay? Okay. Hope that made some sense...^_^ Maybe this part will help too.


3. Vegeta VS Vegeta?


Groaning Vegeta stirred and glanced up. At two boots. Not again...the man hunched and peered back at her. Yelping she crawled away.

"YOUR DEAD!" she cried out. He rose smirking.

"You wish. So you're my great grant chibi." She clutched her fists.
"AM NOT A CHIBI! Where the hell am I?" He laughed.
"Your actually knocked out. Your in your head. Stuck like I am."

"Well I don't like it. Why am I here? Why are you?" Vegeta stalked back over and picked his younger counterpart up, putting her on her feet.
"I am you in a sense. I'm the original. Yema screwed it up. He's the god of the dead. And your here because I needed a little chat with you." Weary she peered up. She crossed her arms thinking.

"So...if I got this right...your me...only I'm like...a girl. You're my gramps of way back...yet you're here, and YOU needed a CHAT...with moi?"
"YES. With you. Before you screw things up completely."
"I never screw things up. They just...go awry."
"Sure. It's an understatement...now listen up."

"Hid it gramps. Oh by the way. You were cool before. Glowing and stuff." She beamed as he smirked.
"Like this?" he flashed into Super Saiya-jin. She covered her eyes from the flash.
"Yup...looks like it..." he powered down.

"It's called Super Saiya-jin. And I made it to level 3. You can do it too." she nodded unbelieving. SURE... and pigs fly. "BUT. You need to train like hell for oh...25 years? At least." she gulped.

"Well noted gramps. No go."
"But my brat could do so when he was 8? And he could before, just never did it." Vegeta tapped his chin annoyed. Really hated him back then.

"So...your like...really a prince?" he clasped his head annoyed.
"Why did that woman write it down...why...WHY, I never ASKED for it...YES brat, I am...was...err...will be..."
"Cool! So that makes me a princess...feels more real with you saying it." Smug she glanced up.

"As you might know, in monarchies the title is passed down. So yes you are royalty. But it's just a name. It holds no substance or power anymore. And hasn't for the last 300 years." she wanted to speak but he hushed her up.
"Now then. If you get a headache. That would be me. Means you did something I don't like. And I hate allot. Also your personality stinks. Your now on MY home world. You should act like it."

"Like a princess?" She quickly stated. He humped.
"Yes. I can't act...you can't act different." He scolded himself mentally. How could he make her change if she knew he wanted to make a drastic personality change. She was too mushy. "To continue. Those guys out there? Calling you names? ARE NOTHING. Mere third class. Ah damn. Brat sit down." they sat with cross-legs opposite of the other.

Vegeta's head reeled with the new information given. Vegeta senior send her off smug. There. Finally things were going HIS way. And his luck, she was a sponge. Bulma's genes...

She stirred in the males arms used a new attack learned by her gramps. In pain he dropped her after she dug her elbow in his ribs. Cool, it really worked? OH SHIT YEAH. She bolted out of his greedy grasp and zoomed around the corner. Uniform...uniform...gramps hated pink...she so didn't want to have a headache...even if her back killed her.

Running down the hallways and zipping through tall feet she stumbled into a dressing room. A female peered at her.

"Girl? You so need a make over. Come here." she complied and soon was helped into a blue suit, with white armour, that had yellow padding. Soon she yanked on boots and gloves and sighed relieved. There. One task done. And...no headache yet!

/Yeah your doing peachy. MOVE/ Now what did she...oh yeah.

"Say miss? I need pen and paper." The woman eyed her.
"Paper? We use pad's hun." she shrugged. What EVER.
"Just get me one?"
"Sure...your one of the newbie's? Welcome home kiddie." she sighed annoyed. Brat, chibi, kiddie, newbie...all the things she had to endure...finally she was handed the desired object as she zoomed back out, under some feet and into a huge and loud canteen. Hid under a table and started scribbling in the orders given by gramps. Damn he was pushy.

/You bet. And this is just the beginning. I have to get you into shape./ After 10 minutes the table was lifted up. So was Vegeta who cringed as she eyed that guy who knocked her out. "Hi, was doing homework. Writing down lessons..." She lied smoothly. He snagged the Pad and read it confused. Eyed her and dragged her behind him.


"Can I have it back?" she whined. Her work!!! and she forgot some stuff already!!!
"Brat, we're doing MY training schedule, not your own! Where the hell did you find this Pad. You stole it?"
"NO, someone...advised me."
"Well then that someone is way too pushy. You're a kid, not adult. And even then..."

"Even WOT. Gimme it back!"
"What EVER. You can't do it anyway. You're a third class. Not elite."
"Just watch me." She growled. I'm a goddamned princess! She mentally added. /You bet kid. Your one alright, now kick him! Third class idiot./ With a sudden urge to break free and hit his rear...she...did. Stunned she eyed her action and bolted wailing away with Pad. Stunned the man blinked. She...managed to kick him? He never saw it coming! WHY THAT...she was quick...and bolted after her. Meanwhile the halls zoomed past Vegeta who blindly ran with mortal terror of what that oath could do to her. Panting she paused and peered around. She stood in the sun and peered about. Um...um...um...AH Gokuu clone!

"Mister look alike!!! HELP!" she bolted over and bowled into him while eyeing the main entrance.
"Well ,well, if it isn't..." he snickered. "Our Vegeta. Nice suit." she briefly eyed it.
"Who gives a damn about that stinking suit. Look, there is this guy, and he's pissed, cause I kinda kicked his rear, and now he'll kill me!"

"Can't have that happen to a sweet girl like yourself." She hopped up and down.
"He'll come soon..." she stammered. Eyeing the door like a hawk.

"Your sure? Well you can't out run them. But you sure can out smart them. Hold on to your Pad.
"My Pad?" he picked her up. Eyed the door as well before tossing her up like a rocket. Speechless she closed her eyes. Her hair flat on her head as she formed as aerodynamic as possible to make this weird flight last as long as possible. She paused well above the clouds and gulped. Futile she waved her arms like a bird and sweat dropped. A bird paused stunned before her and nearly pecked her nose.

"Help?" she squeaked as she plummeted wailing down. Her arms and feet wide but with mind enough to stabilise it like a parachutist. "AWWWWW SHIIIIT. WHY MEEEEEE?"
/Just use your Ki runt!/ Suddenly her fall stopped. She turned her head up and exhaled. That blue dressed bloke.

"My, my. Chibi's falling low today." he chided.
"Yeah Gokuu look alike tossed me up. Look I'm in a bit of trouble..." she explained of the guy she kicked. He snickered.
"That'll show him. Steal from kids...what do you want me to do kid?"
"Well, hang around?" she smirked a bit. "And teach me how to fly? This is kinda embarrassing..."
"True. Easy enough. Just will yourself to fly. Your born powers should kick in." he held her away from his body and dropped her again.

"FUCK YOOOOUUU." Inner power? Hell with powers! The ground raced up. Wincing she closed her eyes as something stirred inside her. A red hue encompassed her and made her land softly. She opened her eyes and sighed. No dirty mark on the ground?

"Well done for a first!" The blue clad oath walked up to her. Peeved she rose and dusted herself off. "What's your power level?"
"No idea...oh wait, 700?"
"Wow. Well you certainly can fly then. Try it. You felt it before." Sticking her lip out disdain she stood and closed her eyes. Trying to find that sensation again. Soon she felt it tingle around her, opened her eyes and yelped as she dropped like a rock, 6 metres down.

"How nice..." Soar she sat up. No one caught her this time.
"Okay kid. Let me tell you this. If you get beaten up, you'll get stronger. No pain, no gain was made for us."
"Charming...I FELL!"
"You lost concentration. Trick is NOT to think of flying while doing it. It'll come natural soon enough. Just like walking and talking. Hey isn't that your pall?" she glanced over where Gokuu was tagging along with that guy she kicked. Aw man...


"OH HEY VEGETA!" Gokuu smiling walked over and she smacked her head. Wave a red flag if you would...off course that oath made a beeline to her. Biting her lip, she eyed her escape possibilities. Smirked and handed her catcher the Pad.

"Hold on would yah." confused he did as she ran as fast as she could again. The same weird sensation washed over her like when she ran for her life before. Things slowed down for her as she grabbed Gokuu and flew away heaving him up panting. Shit...heavy...just before she dropped her heavy cargo they were caught in the neck.

"Smart trick...shame you miscalculated his weight...now then. I have the perfect punishment for that stunt you pulled." He landed and took over the Pad of a laughing Toora.

"You shut up Toora. You know better then help out chibi's."
"Aw come on, their cute!"
"Hell spawn." he grunted back.

"Ah yes. Because you kicked me, I'll punish you AND your little friend."
"Huh? But I didn't do nothing!"
"Now you did. You spoke without me asking something. Besides, thank your girlfriend for this. She wrote it." Smirking he walked inside as confused Gokuu thanked a brooding Vegeta.