A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank Stormlite02 who's idea this is based on...and second of all...I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A WHILE! (because you know school started and all and I haven't had time for ANYTHING...) You know school - homework [screw my Algebra teacher], sectionals, and all that after school crap. Anyways, on to the show!

THE Gohan/Videl Fic!

Omake One: Vegera no Oujo, Princess of the Saiyans

The only thing Vegeta could make out was smoke. Even with his keen sight, humid air and fog clogged up his vision. It had been like this for 5 minutes, and he wasn't sure if he could survive the dense air any longer - they were plugging up his lungs. Waving his arm back and forth in an attempt to clear a path for a third time, but try as he might, he lowered his arms back down in disdain.

Choosing a corner, or what he thought was a corner, he sat down in, and fell to the floor, gasping for air. He was suffocating from lack of oxygen. It confused him - he'd been in worse conditions, and he'd manage to survive. Taking one last deep breath, his head fell to the floor.

Just then, the thick sheet of humidity cleared up in an instant. His vision was back, better than ever, and air filled his lungs again.

Odd.

An interesting scene lay before him - a woman with uncontrollable spiky black-hair, crossing her arms in a manner that Vegeta could immediately recognize, was standing before a man with turquoise-hair. She looked very..err..masculine. The man stood there steamed, obviously angered at what the woman had to say.

"What do you mean you blew up the Gravity Room again?!" the man shouted very loudly in the woman's ear.

"Dammit, Man! You think you could scream a little louder?" the woman said, trying to cleanse her ears. "Besides, it's not my fault your idiotic human invention can't even stand my full potential power," she said arrogantly.

"Don't boost your ego even more, Vegera," the man said, rolling his eyes.

Vegeta, who was listening very attentively, took this as a clue to as to exactly where he was. So this woman's name is Vegera. But that sounds a whole lot like V..e.get.a...

The realization slowly dawned on him. There was no way that he was a woman! It was a disgrace! Vegeta pulled on his ebony mane and screamed. Loudly.

But then again, if he was a woman, then the Woman was a man. And Kakkarott was a woman.

He broke into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach, and rolling around on the floor. Vegera and the man's conversation continued.

"Don't just stand there, Man! Go get fixing the Gravity Room!" Vegera ordered.

"I do have better things to do! And for Kami's sake, the name's Bulmo. B-U-L-M-O. Got it?" Bulma's counterpart said. "Sometimes I don't get what I ever saw in you."

"Was it my radiant and beautiful features?" Vegera said, purring.

"Don't hold your breath." Bulmo retorted.

"Hn. Whatever. Just fix the damn machine," Vegera replied.

At this precise moment, a little lavender-haired girl came running into the room. She was obviously Trunks' female self. Hn. The brat would die before he saw this.

"Daddy! Mommy ate all the food in the fridge again, and now I don't have any more food to eat!" the girl whined. Vegera sneered, while the girl continued. "And who's the man on the floor?"

"What man, honey?" Bulmo asked, placing the back of his palm on the girl's forehead. Maybe she was sick and imagining things.

She can see me? Vegeta questioned. He remembered one time when Trunks went through faze where he had an invisible friend. An imaginary friend, to be precise. Maybe he was an imaginary friend. Never in my life have I been insulted! I am no imaginary friend! If they can't see me, I'll make sure they can!

"Brat, what are you talking about?" Vegera asked.

"You mean you can't see him? He's right there!" Trunks' counterpart said, pointing directly at Vegeta.

"Baka. Don't point your finger at royalty," the Ouji said.

"And he acts like mom too. He said something about pointing and royalty."

"Trunksa, are you sure you're okay?" Bulmo asked, concerned.

"Stop pestering the Brat," Vegera said to Bulmo, and then turned directly to Trunksa. "Now where is this 'man'?"

"He's right there!" Trunksa said, pointing at Vegeta again. The Ouji, obviously irritated at the finger pointed at him, got up, grabbed the innocent girl's finger, and flung her into the wall. She is part Saiyan, right? No harm in that, Vegeta thought.

"I told you never to point your finger at royalty," Vegeta said coldly.

Bulmo gasped, and ran to his daughter. "Trunksa, are you okay? That's some strong imaginary friend you got there!" he said, searching through the rubble.

"I AM NO IMAGINARY FRIEND!" Vegeta shouted, enraged. Obviously Bulmo and Vegera heard him, because they turned to face him. They both held shocked faces. "What?"

Vegera's eyes became the size of small slits. "Who are you?"

Vegeta's eyes mimicked the action. "I am Vegeta no Ouji, Prince of the Saiyans. I am a Saiya-jin, and I am from the Planet Vegeta. I guess that makes you Vegera no Oujo, Princess of the Saiyans. You are a Saiya-jin, and are from the Planet Vegera."

Vegera held a surprised face. "How did you know?"

"I've figured out that this place is where everyone is of the opposite sex," he replied.

"I think we better go visit Denda," Bulmo said, adding his two-cents worth.

"Hn. Whatever," Vegeta and Vegera said at the same time.

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Later, on Denda's Lookout...

The entire Z-Senshi was gathered there - Goka, Gohana, Gotena, Cho-Cho, Piccola, Krillina, 18, Yamchaa, Tiena, Chaoutza, Bulmo, Vegera, Trunksa, and last but certainly no least, Vegeta. Vegeta started laughing as soon as he saw his rival's counterpart. I mean really - Goku as a woman? Could she even cook? I don't think so. Denda was completely baffled and what exactly was happening now.

"Maybe Shina has something to do with this?" Denda offered.

"No way! Shina's too nice to do that!" Goka said.

"You never know, Goka," Yamchaa answered.

"Then maybe Shenlonga?" Tiena added.

Dende and Piccolo are women! Vegeta involuntarily thought, and soon laughed. Dende, he hadn't laughed this much in years!

"What is it, Vegeta?" Bulmo asked.

"Tell me, Denda, I thought Nameks were asexual. How can you be so feminine?" Vegeta questioned.

"Yes it is true we are asexual," the Namek said as a matter-of-factly, "but that does not mean we can not choose which gender we would rather be. Piccola and I have decided we like the female gender better, and therefore, we can be looked on as women."

"Then what about the genie? Mr. Popo?"

"Don't you mean Mrs. Popo?" Denda corrected, clearly confused.

"Yes, yes! Could I see her?" Vegeta managed to say in between laughs.

Denda arched an eyebrow. (A/N: Does he even have one?) "Of course, though I do not see the purpose of it. Mrs. Popo? Mr. Vegeta would like to see you."

Slowly, the black genie appeared. She was slimmer, but still not tall. She also had full red lips, and long curly eyelashes. As soon as Vegeta caught sight of the lips, he started laughing again.

Everyone looked at him funny, and Goka's stomach chose to ruin Vegeta's rampage of laughter.

"I think we better go. Cho-Cho's gonna cook up a mean meal tonight!" Goka chirped. Anything that had to deal with food made her happy.

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The Mall...

After Goka had left the Lookout, everyone else soon followed suit. Bulmo had offered to let the Ouji stay at Capsule Corporations until everything was figured out. Vegeta reluctantly agreed, seeing as there was no other choice, except stay with Kakkarot's female self and his harpy of a mate. He was pretty sure that 'Cho-Cho' still retained that loud wench-like voice.

So here they were, Bulmo, Trunksa, Vegera, and Vegeta, in a department store in the mall. Bulmo had decided that Vegeta needed some clothes - after all, he might be staying for a while. Vegera reluctantly agreed, and Vegeta despised shopping, but he did need some clothes, so he agreed too.

Bulmo held out a black shirt and khaki pants in front of Vegeta's face. "How about these?"

"Sure,...Man, just hurry up," he replied, thinking about what he should call the Man, since he very well can't call him Woman.

"Sheesh, you're just like Vegera. Cashier! We'll get this too!" Bulmo shouted.

Soon they left the store, and Trunksa had asked for some ice cream. Bulmo handed his daughter some money, while they continued shopping.

They came upon a really pink store, and Bulmo suddenly got all sly. "How about we go in here?"

Vegera looked inside the store, and her face was struck with fear. "I. Refuse. To. Wear. Such. Contraptions," she said.

"Aww, come on you party pooper!" Bulmo said, dragging Vegera into the store.

Ah yes, Victoria's Secret. Never did figure out what the secret was...

Vegeta walked into the store, curious about how he would look in...lingerie. Vegeta mentally chuckled. Wouldn't he be too masculine, even in his female self?

Suddenly, his mind became warped. All there was - or all he could make out - was that everything was pitch black. A constant beeping noise could be heard, annoying him immensely.

Kuso! I wanted to laugh some more...

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Vegeta woke up, and incinerated the alarm clock, figuring that the Onna would have no problem fixing it.

"Onna! ONNA! Wake up!" he said, while he shook her up.

"Hmm...let me sleep...."

"Woman! Go make me breakfast!"

"Can't you make your own breakfast? I'm not your servant," Bulma replied, wanting to get some shut-eye.

"NO! I am the Saiya-jin no -"

"Ouji, yes I know, and you refuse to make your own breakfast because I am you humble maid. Whatever, hold your horses," Bulma cutted while getting out of bed.

Things are finally back to normal, the Prince thought, relieved.

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A/N: My attempt at a Vegeta humor thing. Not so great, but hey, if it makes you laugh, I've achieved my goal. The names were stupid, yes, I know that. Anyways, I'm thinking about adding another omake where everyone is a vegetable! (Don't you think it's odd that they created Saiyan names from vegetables? I mean seriously - how weird is that?) I can see it now - Piccolo the Pickle! (Don't anyone ever copy my idea!)

Oujo does mean Princess, correct?

You know those stories that have like 1000+ reviews? I wish that were me! That would be sooo cool...O_o

Anyways, don't expect chapters really soon, I've got stuff to do! Until next time! Don't forget to review!