A/N: Okay!! Here is Chapter 3 as promised!! Wow Mushi-azn, you left a review for the 2nd Chapter right after I posted it!! I feel all special now. Hehehe

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. The only thing I get out of this is the satisfaction in knowing that I can at least pretend I own a saiyan or two. I think every home should have at LEAST one. Hehehe Ok I'll shut up now ;P

Love By Another Name~

Chapter 3. Comedy or Drama?

Vegeta yawned fiercely and glanced over at the sleeping beauty beside him. *So, it wasn't just a dream. * He felt her tail tighten around his waist, *.and neither was that * He went to touch her cheek when his stomach growled loudly. He didn't realized just how starving he was. He stretched his arms and began to slide off the side of the bed. He was almost out of reach when her tail latched onto him for dear life. He stroked it reassuringly and smirked when she began to purr. Her hold lessened as she relaxed and Vegeta was finally able to break free. Shutting the door gently behind him, he headed for the kitchen and prayed to Kami that the onna's idiot mother was already making breakfast.

ChiChi shook her husband vigorously. *Since when does Goku sleep in? * She already prepared his food and became worried when he didn't bound down the stairs the second the aroma filled the air. "Goku," she said sweetly, "Goku time to get up." She became somewhat irritated as he continued to snore. "Goku. breakfast is ready." ChiChi was really worried now. *This is the first time that line didn't work! Hmm.maybe I should bring out my secret weapon.Hehehe * "GOKU LOOK ITS THE ICE CREAM MAN!"

He sprang out of bed yelling, "Ice cream man?! What, where? I don't hear him! Where is he Chi? Where's the ice cream man?" He was running around the house drooling while glancing out the windows intently, the thought of imminent chocolate did it to him every time. Then it dawned on him, "Hey ChiChi, he never comes this far out! I only see him when I hang around at Bulma's."

Her composure lasted for all of 2 seconds and she found herself on the ground, doubled over with laughter. Tears were forming in her eyes and just when she would begin to calm down the image of a drooling Goku would pop into her head. Goku, on the other hand, didn't find it very amusing. "ChiChi. that wasn't funny!" he whined. He watched his wife gather her wits after a few more minutes of rolling on the floor holding her sides.

ChiChi stood and glanced over at her husband. "Goku, I'm sorry but you wouldn't get up. I didn't know what else to do and your breakfast is getting cold." He looked at her pitifully and she added, "Tell you what, why don't we go see Bulma after you eat and then get some ice cream?" His face lit up and he nodded his head enthusiastically.

Bulma scanned the ceiling while thinking about what happened earlier that morning. *How did I get back in my bed?? Okay let me run through this again, I was in the tank and then Vegeta let me out. I took the robe from him and then I saw my tail and passed out.* "And then I saw my WHAT?!?" she screeched to herself. She slowly ran her hand down the middle of her back and found a silky snake like thing was attached to her. She proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs.

Vegeta was in the gravity room when he heard her. He burst through the balcony door to find Bulma sobbing violently on her bed. *Kami, what is it now?!?*

"Onna?"

::no response::

"Onna?!" he repeated more loudly.

::no response::

"Damn it woman answer me!"

She looked up at him through a veil of aqua tresses and cried, "Vegeta I don't want to be a saiyan!" She ran over to him and hugged him fiercely, too upset to care whom she was seeking affection from. After the initial shock wore off, he picked her up gently and set her on the bed.

"Shh.onna. calm down." He stroked her hair softly and tried his best to comfort her. Her breathing slowed and when her hiccups lessened he inquired, "What do you mean you don't want to be a saiyan?"

"The regeneration tank..," she answered in almost a whispered.

"Yes what about it?" he said softly.

"It was meant to heal saiyans and I didn't even finish it yet.When I started it I took a sample of your DNA. and once I located the distinguishing saiyan characteristics. it became a standard for the system. the tank must have put some of it in me while I was healing. so it could function properly. I need to run more tests. but I am not sure if I can reverse the changes." She had been thinking out loud, and as she became cognizant of the last sentence she cried silently.

Vegeta contemplated what the onna had said for a few moments. *Kuso! This is all my fault. First I hit her with Kakkarot's attack and now this! I didn't mean to hurt the onna. why don't I want her to get hurt so much??* His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed her shaking with sobs. He gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Everything is going to be alright, onna." he thought at her.

*Why is Vegeta being so sweet to me? I thought he didn't care whether I lived or died as long as he could train.* Her tears had stopped a few minutes ago and she felt his eyes on her. Bulma glanced at him with a questioning look and starred into his onyx orbs. She tried to find the answers to all her questions in their depths but only managed to confuse herself further. *Oh well. I'll just enjoy it while I can and ask questions later.* She gave him a gentle smile.

The prince watched the woman in his arms expression change from inquisitive to affectionate. He was caught off guard by this mood swing and started to feel a little uneasy. Then as if she could sense his comfort level decrease, Bulma removed herself from his embrace.

She had begun to move away when she felt as though she was caught on something. Looking back, Bulma realized that her tail was fastened securely around his waist. Vegeta watched in amusement as the woman turned a cherry red and apologized profusely. He then chuckled as she turned and ran for the shower.

Emerging from the bathroom, Bulma half way hoped that the saiyan was still sitting on her bed, waiting for her. Not surprisingly, the room was empty and her sage green curtains were flapping in the breeze. She walked out on her balcony and wasn't surprised to hear the familiar hum of the GR. ::Sigh:: *What the hell is wrong with me anyway? This is Vegeta we're talking about here. he doesn't care about anyone but himself.but I don't understand how he could be so nice to me if that were true*

She shut the French doors as she reentered her bedroom and drew the curtains. Approaching her closet, she flung the door open, bent on getting happy with a shopping spree. She threw on a pair of faded blue jeans and a black tank top with the words, "I hear voices and they don't like you," written in blue across the front. She put her hair in a tight bun and looked at her tail in the mirror. "Now what am I supposed to do with you? Oh! Now I remember. Vegeta had you like this." She wrapped the renegade appendage around her waist and smiled at her reflection.

*At least mine isn't that ugly brown color. Ugh! I'll worry about a cure later. Hey, maybe ChiChi wants to come with me to the mall! I haven't seen her in forever and I'd love the company.* with her mind made up, Bulma trotted down stairs in search of the phone. She was in the process of dialing the Sons' number when she saw them touch down in the front lawn and ran out to greet them.

A/N: Alright! Chapter 3 is done and I am just getting started! I am not going to spend all of the next chapter in the journey to the mall. those can get old so I'll try my best to keep it short and sweet. I want to stick to the good stuff so let me know if I get boring on you. Next Chapter should be up soon! ;P

Ja!

MOV