Chapter Genre: Humor/Romance
Chapter Rating: PG for Vegeta-language and underwear Chapter Pairings: ... none? Chapter Warnings: Vegeta's actions may disturb the female audience.
Ore wa Hime!
Chapter 2 – ...Ain't I just the cutest...
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"Mom!?" Trunks called, as he ran around the upper level of capsule corp. "MOM! Are you okay!!!?"
"Trunks!!!" A call came from downstairs. The young demi-saiyan was quick to follow it, finding his mother. She was standing confused with a mug of hot black coffee. "What's the racket about Trunks?" She asked, curiously.
"I thought I heard you scream." Trunks said, blushing slightly. Kids weren't meant to worry about their parents, it was uncool.
"Well, you're not hearing things." Bulma reassured him. "I heard a scream, thought maybe it was you." She teased.
"Mom, that's not funny!!!" Trunks pouted. "That wasn't me! And I do not scream like a girl!!!" He complained, before looking around. "I don't know who it was. Is nan here this morning?" He questioned.
"Yes, she is." Bulma replied, sweatdropping, her gaze directed over Trunks' shoulder.
Trunks eyed his mother a moment, before following her gaze. He turned around and shrieked to see his grandmother, grandfather and baby sister sitting eating breakfast at the breakfast table, all staring at him as if he was crazy. Trunks laughed sheepishly, his cheeks going slightly red. "Ahahahah..."
"Boy must've inherited my eyes." Mr. Briefs commented, nudging his thick glasses back onto his nose.
"eehhhh..." Trunks' face turned a pale blue. He turned to look over his shoulder at his mother, who had a little smirk on her face.
"Not quite awake, are you Trunks-kun?" She giggled.
"N...neh... no.." Trunks admitted, then changed the subject. "Say mom... if it wasn't you- or nan-"
"Meorooooow!" Complained Scratch, Mr. Briefs black cat.
"-or Scratch... then who was it that screamed?" He questioned, feeling very unsure. "Shouldn't we check it out?"
"Oh dear..." Bulma said, bringing her hands to cover her mouth. "I hope it's not a burgular... though I don't see how one could've gotten in... 'nor why they'd try to burgle us of all people."
"Come on mom.." Trunks tugged on her hand, a serious expression on his face. "We really should check it out...!"
"Yes..." Bulma responded nervously, following her son slowly. It was easy to tell where the commotion had come from, since a large pile of rubble and smoky air hung around the area, giving it a dark and creepy effect.
"What happened to the bathroom?" Bulma looked confused, cowering slightly behind her son. "It looks like it was blown up or something."
"It could have been dad... maybe he found a burglar and.. dealed with them?" He theorized, gulping lightly as they entered the deep smoke.
"I- I hope so..." Bulma stuttered.
They came to a stop at a large hole, where the bathroom door had once been. The smoke was hanging thickest in the bathroom, and an eery, almost hiss- like breathing was sounding through the air.
"H-hello-o?" Trunks stammered, peering into the smoke. He could barely make out a figure hunched up in a corner. "W-who are you?" He questioned.
Whatever it was, it didn't answer, creeping out both Trunks and Bulma some more. They stepped back a little, then tried again.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked, his voice coming out braver than before. "Listen, you better answer m-me now, or I'm gonna' g-go get my dad-!"
At this they started crying, their breath coming in unsteady, restrictive hisses while they hiccuped frequently.
Trunks and Bulma both blinked in confusion and worry. Whoever it was, was completely terrified and very upset.
Becoming braver, in a less-threatening situation, Bulma stepped forward, Trunks not a second behind her incase something go wrong. She walked through the smoke until she could see the form quite clearly, a very familiar form.
"Vegeta!?" Bulma asked confused. At this, Vegeta spun around and stared at her, sad and wide eyed.
It took a second, but through the heavy dust and smoke, Bulma and Trunks could tell the slight difference it Vegeta's appearance. Vegeta was a woman!
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"Vegeta, do you have any idea what happened! Please, tell me-"Bulma pleaded. Her and the feminized Vegeta were now sitting in his bedroom, on his bed. Bulma was letting the transformed princess lean on her for support.
"I- I don't know!" Vegeta weeped, burying her head onto Bulma's shoulder. Her voice was deep, and still royally pronounced, just with a female tint. "I- I just woke up like this." She affirmed, pulling herself away and biting her lip.
"I don't get what caused it!" Bulma scrunched her nose, trying to think. She very quickly found her solution. "Oh my god!!!"
"What is it?" Vegeta sniffed, wiping her eyes. "What?"
"Ah! I can't believe it!!!" The scientist stood up, cupping her hands together. "I can't believe-!"
"What!?!" Vegeta shouted, "Damn it, answer me woman!!!" She was still very upset, but now becoming angry at the fact Bulma had went from supportive to self-glorified.
"Vegeta..." Bulma said, turning to her, casually. "That stuff you drunk in my lab... It's been circulating in science-labs for the last week..." She said, looking very excited. "It's from a water-source in China, with very, very unusual properties." She continued, barely suppressing the grin on her face.
"This isn't funny!" Vegeta growled, her hair bristling with the fact Bulma seemed so happy. "Tell me what's going on, and how I can fix it!!!"
"Okay.. okay... "Bulma said, taking a deep breath and sitting back down on the sofa. "The water you drank had multiple chemicals in it- one we haven't seen before. That's why it's been going round science-labs... we had no idea what kind of things this chemical could do... it didn't even react with carbon- had the PH and molecular structure of water... but- now you..." Bulma took a deep, shaky breath. "This is just so exciting! The new chemical in the water must've done this to you!"
"That water!?" Vegeta hissed, shaking. "I got this from a drink!? Are you sure someone isn't just playing a trick with the dragonballs- or Dende's gone nuts, or anything like that?" She accused.
"Yes Vegeta, I'm sure!" Bulma nodded. "You made a good point about Dende though." She giggled. "I mean, it's not that he's nuts.."
"Grr...." Vegeta growled, her eyes were now relatively dry, and she was getting angry. "Don't start that woman-banter with me."
"You've sure calmed down Vegeta..." Bulma noted, the saiyan princess throwing her thought-process out the window. "From that little crying fit you had earlier." She noted.
"I WAS NOT CRYING!!!" Vegeta shouted, standing up.
"Ahahahah..." Bulma laughed, a bead of sweat rolling down her face. "That's what I meant, back to your old self."
"...?" Vegeta looked confused, blinking. "What do you mean by that?" She scowled.
"Nothing...." Bulma nodded, scratching the side of her head. "You know what... I think this little mishap'll wear off with time."
"Like a stomach bug?"
"Exactly.. as soon as it's flushed out of your system, you'll likely revert back to normal."
"...really?" Vegeta blinked, looking hopeful. "You mean, in three or four hours, I'll be completely back to normal? –This isn't just some evil plot so you can experiment on me and shove me in a newspaper with 'Bulma Briefs- genius' shoved on the cover?"
Bulma's eyes shot wide. "Well, eheh... nooooo... I'm pretty sure it's like a stomach bug." She confirmed, but crossed her fingers behind her back. Now that she thought about it, that was probably a good idea. She'd call the tabloids in a couple of hours, after lunch.
"I never trust you..." Vegeta narrowed her eyes. "But, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll just cope with the change for however long it takes to go away." She said, heading over to her wardrobe and starting to unbutton her shirt.
"HEY HEY! WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?" Bulma stood up, going red faced. "I don't wanna' see that- it'll give me nightmares!"
Vegeta paused, looking over her shoulder. "Well then, don't you think you should leave?" She stated, tilting her head to the door. "I don't see why you're so ashamed.... You see this stuff every morning...." She narrowed her eyes, then smirked. "You think I have a nicer figure than you?"
Bulma looked horrified at Vegeta's little joke, her eyebrows twitching weakly. "N-no... it's not that.... Just- if I saw you naked, like this- I'd never be able to look at you straight in the face again... every time I'd see you training in the training room, in your little guy shorts, I think my imagination would- I'd feel so ill..." She pouted.
"... hehehehehehehehehe!" Vegeta started giggling, while staring at her. "Oh that's funny! I guess... if you were turned into a man, I'd have the same problem though." Vegeta shrugged, then turned around, folded her arms and leaned against her wardrobe, waiting for Bulma to leave.
"..O-Okay... I'll be seeing you later, then." Bulma affirmed.
"Hn yes... later... I'll expect lunch ready this time when I get back from sparring." Vegeta narrowed her eyes at her. "I may be a woman today, but that doesn't mean I have to cook and act like one."
"Oh.. alright Vegeta..." Bulma nodded, looking shell-shocked. She walked out Vegeta's door, then paused. "Wait-"She turned around and stared at the saiyan in disbelief. "You're going near GOKU like this? You're going to fight him?"
"...well, yeah." Vegeta shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"
"..Don't you think it'd be a little inadequate?" Bulma questioned, pointing to Vegeta's form.
"What's inadequate about anything?" Vegeta asked, tilting her head to the side, her hair flopping in the same direction. "I'm not any weaker in this form, if that's what you're saying." She glared.
"No no!" Bulma pouted. "That wasn't at all what I was saying!"
"Good."
"..."
"..."
"... I'm a woman too you know, claiming that we were naturally weaker would be a stupid thing to do." Bulma folded her arms, looking indecisive for a second. "However... what I meant was- what happens if you- you know, tear your shirt.."
Vegeta huffed. "Is THAT it? Bulma, our entire race is warriors, women were not excluded. They just wore layers." She informed her.
"..."
"What!?" Vegeta shouted looking annoyed.
"Are you sure he won't... get ideas?" Bulma questioned.
"What..." Vegeta asked again, this time staring skeptically at the human woman.
"I- I mean... are you sure he won't hit on you or- or something?" She asked, stepping forward. "Maybe you shouldn't spar today-"
"Shut up!" Vegeta growled. "Listen to yourself... fussing over nothing! Even if he does- which he has NEVER done to anyone before in his life, as you have told me a MILLION times- then he would never hear the end of it from my fist!" Vegeta shouted, shaking her right fist, before punching it into her left hand, as if to prove a point.
"But..."
"..?" Vegeta looked at her, eyebrows raised, waiting for her to say anything else.
"..."
"..See, there's absolutely no trouble, now is there, huh?" Vegeta said smugly. "Now, please leave the room so I can dress, otherwise, I will – regardless." She glared.
"-Um... okay... "Bulma sighed turning to leave the room. "I know, Goku's not like that- but- but what if someone else hits on you!?"
"..."
"That was stupid... I know you two spar in the middle of nowhere... I'll be going now." She said, leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
She sighed as the lock, inside, clicked. Vegeta wouldn't be talking to her for a while after that. It probably embarrassed the princess as much as it did her.
Turning round, she nearly walked head-first into a muscled mass.
"Aih!" Bulma shrieked, lightly, before looking up and realizing who it was. "Yamcha?!"
"Heh... hi.. Bulma... say, who was that pretty lady? A relative of yours?"
"I know you won't believe me, but that 'pretty lady', Yamcha, is Vegeta." Bulma moaned, pushing passed him.
"You're pulling my leg!" Yamcha laughed, before noticing the serious look on Bulma's face. "Right...? –r-right??"
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Vegeta huffed as she opened her wardrobe, intending to dress. As usual, it was mere seconds before the swirling mass came down on her.
"Ack!" Vegeta grunted, the tide of material collapsing onto her. Just like the previous day, it swirled around the room, knocking over a lamp, before settling down.
Vegeta's head poked out of the sea, near the window. She gasped for breath and scowled. 'I guess bad luck knows no gender...' she thought, swimming over to her bed, a shirt tangled around her leg.
Sitting on the bed, she looked at the clingy shirt. It was the new one, bought for her the day before... the one she refused so much because of it being women's clothing...
'Someone must've come in and tidied up when I was asleep... Bulma, hah... that's nice' She smiled, inspecting the shirt without realizing. She prodded the material lightly... it was far too delicate to spar in, not that she'd ever admit thinking that.
Wading over to her wardrobe, she glanced inside. Irony would have it that the only clothes left inside, her sparring uniforms and gloves and boots, were all sitting neatly on the top-shelf.
Vegeta sweatdropped at this, scratching her head lightly. "Now is that weird or what..." She mumbled to herself, before grabbing her boots, gloves, pants, shirt- and, for the weird occasion, her old saiyan armor.
'I haven't used this in a while' Vegeta noted, blowing a little dust off the top and setting it on the bed with the rest of her clothes. "There- that's everything" She smiled, before frowning. 'Almost everything...'
The newly made saiyan princess looked around, her eyes widening a little in horror. "Oh god... I have to wear woman's UNDERWEAR!?" She panicked. "Oh gosh... ... BULLLMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
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"Are you finished yet, ya' big baby?" Bulma asked, through the bathroom door. Vegeta had decided she needed help with underwear, and had dragged Bulma both to her room and the guest-sweet bathroom. "Huh?"
"Yes... um..." Vegeta's voice came, a little unsteady through the door. "I can't breath very well.... "She complained. "I'll probably faint while sparring if I can't breath..."
"Yeah.. I understand." Bulma giggled. "There's straps on the shoulders, just loosen them until you feel conformable. Okay?"
"Okay..." Vegeta said, straining to do as she was told.
"Hmn... Hey Vegeta, ever heard about corsets?" Bulma asked, making small- talk.
"No... what's a corset? It sounds painful..."
"I'm pretty sure it was.. women had to wear them ALL the time, up to about 200 years ago." She informed, leaning casually against the wall, enjoying herself.
"That doesn't tell me what it is, now does it." Vegeta growled through the door. Her voice was followed by a large snapping sound. "OW FUC-"
"Are you okay Vegeta?" Bulma asked, as she tried not to giggle.
"of a-.... Yes, I'm fine! It attacked me!" The saiyan princess sounded so sure.
"Oh it did not... anyway... a corset.." Bulma continued, "was a very tight, strong type of underwear. Women had to wear them... corsets covered from right down from your stomach to your cleavage."
"Sounds useful for sparing, Bulma..."
"Not at all! They were to make you look thin, keep your upright and such things... they were made of whalebone, and had no comfort for women at all..." She added. "That's where the idea that women faint comes from, we could never breath! I bet it was horrible..."
"... that... that does sound kind of nasty, why did they wear them? Why didn't they say no?" Vegeta asked, not understanding.
"In those times, women were completely reliant on men... they weren't even allowed to work for themselves. I bet if they said no to wearing what their husbands or fathers demanded, there'd be so much trouble." Bulma shrugged.
"..oh..." Came the slow, pensive reply from Vegeta.
"..."
"..."
"Are you ah, dressed yes Vegeta?" Bulma asked, blinking at the door.
"Almost..." Vegeta said, her voice followed by a few sounds of movement. "There, you can come in now- but don't laugh!" She warned.
"I promise I won't laugh, ya' insecure loony..." Bulma huffed, opening the door wide. She spotted the saiyan princess immediately, her jaw dropping. "!!!"
"Do I look 'OK'?" Vegeta asked, slightly shyly, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder. Her training uniform looked almost as if it were made for the female form. The pants, as usual, were tight, but not too tight. The top was almost unseen, covered mainly by her saiyan armor, which had molded itself to her curvier form. Her gloves and boots had also remolded themselves a little, to her slightly slimmer hands and feet.
"Oh my god!!" Bulma gaped, getting a slightly better grip on herself. "What HAPPENED to you!?"
".... Well, I drank that stupid water and turned female- if you hadn't realized by now, why did you give me that underwear?" Vegeta asked, slightly nervous.
"I know I know! But that doesn't mean you can be BETTER at it than me!!!" Bulma shouted, looking annoyed and jealous.
"What-?"
"Vegeta! I'm a pure-bred, natural female... I was MADE to be beautiful- how come you, a man, look so much the part without trying!?" She attempted to clarify herself.
"...you're... you're jealous of how I look?" Vegeta asked, her eyes going wide. Bulma just blushed indignantly. "Oh my GOD! You are! Haha! This is GREAT!!!!"
"Why is it GREAT!?" Bulma cried, her face growing redder by the second. "You don't have to impress any men! Why do looks matter to you?"
"......." Vegeta grinned. "Because you're jealous of me!" She giggled, adopting a feminine stance, flicking her hair over her shoulders, teasing Bulma. "Oh goooosh, ain't ah jus' so darn cute!"
"Grrrrr- you!" Bulma fumed, steam rising off her beat-red face.
It was at that moment that Yamcha decided to pop up again, with a half eaten sandwich in his hand, the other half being chewed in his mouth. "Hmn?"
"!!!" Vegeta's eyes went wide, as she jumped back against the wall. Why was YAMCHA there!? Yamcha was a man, he could get ideas!!! This she voiced very vocally.
"WHATTHEHELLISHEDOINGTHEREGETHIMAWAYTHEFREAKWHYISEVERYONESTARINGATMEAIIIIIH! !!!"
"Woah, calm down man!" Yamcha replied, waving his arms around. "-I mean, haha, Vegeta... there's nothing to be upset about... I think.." He assured her, before looking confused.
Bulma, who had been in a negative possition a second ago couldn't help but feel happier now. The stress, in just a split second, had been taken off of her shoulders and put onto Vegeta's.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!!!" Vegeta shouted, this time stepping forward, braver.
"Duh... Vegeta, he's always round here!" Bulma replied.
"You look very pretty Vegeta, you shouldn't be so insecure." Yamcha teased, trying not to laugh.
"Shhh" Bulma shushed him, although she found the new predicament funny. "Don't tease her."
"Damn right if you know what's good for you!" Vegeta hissed, shoulders rising as well as her ki.
"Ah... alright. Sorry... haha..." Yamcha said, nervously, backing away from the princess. "I'll be going now... Trunks and Goten have baseball to learn, and stuff..." He excused himself, running down the hallway.
"..." Bulma stared skeptically at Vegeta.
"..." Vegeta stared angrily at Bulma.
"You-"Bulma started.
"shut up." Vegeta growled.
Bulma just narrowed her eyes in determination. "You still going to spar, after a reaction like that?" She questioned.
"..."
"Well Vegeta?"
"...damn right! I need to PUNCH SOMETHING!" Vegeta shouted, stomping her foot, the floor shaking. "Preferably that clown!"
"It's not his fault!" Bulma contradicted him.
"Yes it was!" Vegeta shouted, crossing her arms.
"No, it WASN'T! Vegeta...he didn't say anything stupid there... it was you who was being ridiculous, prancing round pretending to be little miss innocent!"
"..."
"Well!?" Bulma asked, hands placed on her hips.
"I'm sorry... I didn't know what came over me..." Vegeta admitted, albeit reluctantly.
After this left the princess' lips, Bulma stared in shock. Through the whole 9 years that her and Vegeta had been together, he had only apologised once, and that was after blowing himself up to fight Buu. It was a weird day today, by no doubt caused by the saiyan's transformation. It might improve the saiyans personality in the long-run, though... at this, she started giggling.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, looking Bulma in the eyes.
"I was just thinking..." Bulma admitted, shaking her head lightly. "That you being female for a day, might improve your perception in the long run."
".... Hmph." Vegeta shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "...Bulma.." She started, walking to the other woman.
"..yes?"
"...I... I think I'm gonna' go spar now." She said, looking towards the window, to freedom outdoors.
"Well... okay..." Bulma replied, moving away from the doorway. "Have a nice time... try not to ah... shout at anyone today, okay?"
"..."
"Bye Vegeta..." Bulma smiled, waving to the saiyan princess as she headed towards the front door.
"See you at lunch" Vegeta replied, distractedly.
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Nekoni: Thus is the end of Chapter 2!
Vegetto: If you can call it that....
Nekoni: Huh? Jitto, what do you mean???
Vegetto: Well... it's barely over half the size of the last chapter... Three and a half thousand words, a little small. What's with that???
Nekoni: Well, not that I'm lazy... which I am, but, the end of this chapter is somewhat... the end of the first 'era'
Vegetto: You're confusing me.
Nekoni: Ah, that is to say, the next chapter is completely different from this one, thus the shortness. I really didn't want to cut it at that point, but I have no choice.
Vegetto: Alright, I can handle that... so what's the next chapter.
Nekoni: As easily as I could tell you, I won't! That'd spoil the surprise, but it's not as if half of the peeps out there can't guess...
Vegetto: Speaking of the peeps...
Nekoni: Yes.... :grins: THANKYOU so much, everyone who reviewed! It made me feel 'sufficient' in my big re-introduction to writing- something which I'm very nervous about! I would give you free cookies, that I baked myself-
Vegetto: Oh! Yum! :grabs one and stuffs it in his mouth:
Nekoni: But I don't remember putting any chocolate chips in them... :points to the brown dots:
Vegetto: :freezes:
Nekoni: So instead, I just thank you all very VERY much with a really big grin on my face and hope that's enough! =D
Vegetto: :choking:
Nekoni: Buh-bye everyone, see you in chapter three!
Vegetto: :wincing, cookie crumbs dribbling from his mouth: ...b-bye...
Chapter Rating: PG for Vegeta-language and underwear Chapter Pairings: ... none? Chapter Warnings: Vegeta's actions may disturb the female audience.
Ore wa Hime!
Chapter 2 – ...Ain't I just the cutest...
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"Mom!?" Trunks called, as he ran around the upper level of capsule corp. "MOM! Are you okay!!!?"
"Trunks!!!" A call came from downstairs. The young demi-saiyan was quick to follow it, finding his mother. She was standing confused with a mug of hot black coffee. "What's the racket about Trunks?" She asked, curiously.
"I thought I heard you scream." Trunks said, blushing slightly. Kids weren't meant to worry about their parents, it was uncool.
"Well, you're not hearing things." Bulma reassured him. "I heard a scream, thought maybe it was you." She teased.
"Mom, that's not funny!!!" Trunks pouted. "That wasn't me! And I do not scream like a girl!!!" He complained, before looking around. "I don't know who it was. Is nan here this morning?" He questioned.
"Yes, she is." Bulma replied, sweatdropping, her gaze directed over Trunks' shoulder.
Trunks eyed his mother a moment, before following her gaze. He turned around and shrieked to see his grandmother, grandfather and baby sister sitting eating breakfast at the breakfast table, all staring at him as if he was crazy. Trunks laughed sheepishly, his cheeks going slightly red. "Ahahahah..."
"Boy must've inherited my eyes." Mr. Briefs commented, nudging his thick glasses back onto his nose.
"eehhhh..." Trunks' face turned a pale blue. He turned to look over his shoulder at his mother, who had a little smirk on her face.
"Not quite awake, are you Trunks-kun?" She giggled.
"N...neh... no.." Trunks admitted, then changed the subject. "Say mom... if it wasn't you- or nan-"
"Meorooooow!" Complained Scratch, Mr. Briefs black cat.
"-or Scratch... then who was it that screamed?" He questioned, feeling very unsure. "Shouldn't we check it out?"
"Oh dear..." Bulma said, bringing her hands to cover her mouth. "I hope it's not a burgular... though I don't see how one could've gotten in... 'nor why they'd try to burgle us of all people."
"Come on mom.." Trunks tugged on her hand, a serious expression on his face. "We really should check it out...!"
"Yes..." Bulma responded nervously, following her son slowly. It was easy to tell where the commotion had come from, since a large pile of rubble and smoky air hung around the area, giving it a dark and creepy effect.
"What happened to the bathroom?" Bulma looked confused, cowering slightly behind her son. "It looks like it was blown up or something."
"It could have been dad... maybe he found a burglar and.. dealed with them?" He theorized, gulping lightly as they entered the deep smoke.
"I- I hope so..." Bulma stuttered.
They came to a stop at a large hole, where the bathroom door had once been. The smoke was hanging thickest in the bathroom, and an eery, almost hiss- like breathing was sounding through the air.
"H-hello-o?" Trunks stammered, peering into the smoke. He could barely make out a figure hunched up in a corner. "W-who are you?" He questioned.
Whatever it was, it didn't answer, creeping out both Trunks and Bulma some more. They stepped back a little, then tried again.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked, his voice coming out braver than before. "Listen, you better answer m-me now, or I'm gonna' g-go get my dad-!"
At this they started crying, their breath coming in unsteady, restrictive hisses while they hiccuped frequently.
Trunks and Bulma both blinked in confusion and worry. Whoever it was, was completely terrified and very upset.
Becoming braver, in a less-threatening situation, Bulma stepped forward, Trunks not a second behind her incase something go wrong. She walked through the smoke until she could see the form quite clearly, a very familiar form.
"Vegeta!?" Bulma asked confused. At this, Vegeta spun around and stared at her, sad and wide eyed.
It took a second, but through the heavy dust and smoke, Bulma and Trunks could tell the slight difference it Vegeta's appearance. Vegeta was a woman!
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"Vegeta, do you have any idea what happened! Please, tell me-"Bulma pleaded. Her and the feminized Vegeta were now sitting in his bedroom, on his bed. Bulma was letting the transformed princess lean on her for support.
"I- I don't know!" Vegeta weeped, burying her head onto Bulma's shoulder. Her voice was deep, and still royally pronounced, just with a female tint. "I- I just woke up like this." She affirmed, pulling herself away and biting her lip.
"I don't get what caused it!" Bulma scrunched her nose, trying to think. She very quickly found her solution. "Oh my god!!!"
"What is it?" Vegeta sniffed, wiping her eyes. "What?"
"Ah! I can't believe it!!!" The scientist stood up, cupping her hands together. "I can't believe-!"
"What!?!" Vegeta shouted, "Damn it, answer me woman!!!" She was still very upset, but now becoming angry at the fact Bulma had went from supportive to self-glorified.
"Vegeta..." Bulma said, turning to her, casually. "That stuff you drunk in my lab... It's been circulating in science-labs for the last week..." She said, looking very excited. "It's from a water-source in China, with very, very unusual properties." She continued, barely suppressing the grin on her face.
"This isn't funny!" Vegeta growled, her hair bristling with the fact Bulma seemed so happy. "Tell me what's going on, and how I can fix it!!!"
"Okay.. okay... "Bulma said, taking a deep breath and sitting back down on the sofa. "The water you drank had multiple chemicals in it- one we haven't seen before. That's why it's been going round science-labs... we had no idea what kind of things this chemical could do... it didn't even react with carbon- had the PH and molecular structure of water... but- now you..." Bulma took a deep, shaky breath. "This is just so exciting! The new chemical in the water must've done this to you!"
"That water!?" Vegeta hissed, shaking. "I got this from a drink!? Are you sure someone isn't just playing a trick with the dragonballs- or Dende's gone nuts, or anything like that?" She accused.
"Yes Vegeta, I'm sure!" Bulma nodded. "You made a good point about Dende though." She giggled. "I mean, it's not that he's nuts.."
"Grr...." Vegeta growled, her eyes were now relatively dry, and she was getting angry. "Don't start that woman-banter with me."
"You've sure calmed down Vegeta..." Bulma noted, the saiyan princess throwing her thought-process out the window. "From that little crying fit you had earlier." She noted.
"I WAS NOT CRYING!!!" Vegeta shouted, standing up.
"Ahahahah..." Bulma laughed, a bead of sweat rolling down her face. "That's what I meant, back to your old self."
"...?" Vegeta looked confused, blinking. "What do you mean by that?" She scowled.
"Nothing...." Bulma nodded, scratching the side of her head. "You know what... I think this little mishap'll wear off with time."
"Like a stomach bug?"
"Exactly.. as soon as it's flushed out of your system, you'll likely revert back to normal."
"...really?" Vegeta blinked, looking hopeful. "You mean, in three or four hours, I'll be completely back to normal? –This isn't just some evil plot so you can experiment on me and shove me in a newspaper with 'Bulma Briefs- genius' shoved on the cover?"
Bulma's eyes shot wide. "Well, eheh... nooooo... I'm pretty sure it's like a stomach bug." She confirmed, but crossed her fingers behind her back. Now that she thought about it, that was probably a good idea. She'd call the tabloids in a couple of hours, after lunch.
"I never trust you..." Vegeta narrowed her eyes. "But, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll just cope with the change for however long it takes to go away." She said, heading over to her wardrobe and starting to unbutton her shirt.
"HEY HEY! WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?" Bulma stood up, going red faced. "I don't wanna' see that- it'll give me nightmares!"
Vegeta paused, looking over her shoulder. "Well then, don't you think you should leave?" She stated, tilting her head to the door. "I don't see why you're so ashamed.... You see this stuff every morning...." She narrowed her eyes, then smirked. "You think I have a nicer figure than you?"
Bulma looked horrified at Vegeta's little joke, her eyebrows twitching weakly. "N-no... it's not that.... Just- if I saw you naked, like this- I'd never be able to look at you straight in the face again... every time I'd see you training in the training room, in your little guy shorts, I think my imagination would- I'd feel so ill..." She pouted.
"... hehehehehehehehehe!" Vegeta started giggling, while staring at her. "Oh that's funny! I guess... if you were turned into a man, I'd have the same problem though." Vegeta shrugged, then turned around, folded her arms and leaned against her wardrobe, waiting for Bulma to leave.
"..O-Okay... I'll be seeing you later, then." Bulma affirmed.
"Hn yes... later... I'll expect lunch ready this time when I get back from sparring." Vegeta narrowed her eyes at her. "I may be a woman today, but that doesn't mean I have to cook and act like one."
"Oh.. alright Vegeta..." Bulma nodded, looking shell-shocked. She walked out Vegeta's door, then paused. "Wait-"She turned around and stared at the saiyan in disbelief. "You're going near GOKU like this? You're going to fight him?"
"...well, yeah." Vegeta shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"
"..Don't you think it'd be a little inadequate?" Bulma questioned, pointing to Vegeta's form.
"What's inadequate about anything?" Vegeta asked, tilting her head to the side, her hair flopping in the same direction. "I'm not any weaker in this form, if that's what you're saying." She glared.
"No no!" Bulma pouted. "That wasn't at all what I was saying!"
"Good."
"..."
"..."
"... I'm a woman too you know, claiming that we were naturally weaker would be a stupid thing to do." Bulma folded her arms, looking indecisive for a second. "However... what I meant was- what happens if you- you know, tear your shirt.."
Vegeta huffed. "Is THAT it? Bulma, our entire race is warriors, women were not excluded. They just wore layers." She informed her.
"..."
"What!?" Vegeta shouted looking annoyed.
"Are you sure he won't... get ideas?" Bulma questioned.
"What..." Vegeta asked again, this time staring skeptically at the human woman.
"I- I mean... are you sure he won't hit on you or- or something?" She asked, stepping forward. "Maybe you shouldn't spar today-"
"Shut up!" Vegeta growled. "Listen to yourself... fussing over nothing! Even if he does- which he has NEVER done to anyone before in his life, as you have told me a MILLION times- then he would never hear the end of it from my fist!" Vegeta shouted, shaking her right fist, before punching it into her left hand, as if to prove a point.
"But..."
"..?" Vegeta looked at her, eyebrows raised, waiting for her to say anything else.
"..."
"..See, there's absolutely no trouble, now is there, huh?" Vegeta said smugly. "Now, please leave the room so I can dress, otherwise, I will – regardless." She glared.
"-Um... okay... "Bulma sighed turning to leave the room. "I know, Goku's not like that- but- but what if someone else hits on you!?"
"..."
"That was stupid... I know you two spar in the middle of nowhere... I'll be going now." She said, leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
She sighed as the lock, inside, clicked. Vegeta wouldn't be talking to her for a while after that. It probably embarrassed the princess as much as it did her.
Turning round, she nearly walked head-first into a muscled mass.
"Aih!" Bulma shrieked, lightly, before looking up and realizing who it was. "Yamcha?!"
"Heh... hi.. Bulma... say, who was that pretty lady? A relative of yours?"
"I know you won't believe me, but that 'pretty lady', Yamcha, is Vegeta." Bulma moaned, pushing passed him.
"You're pulling my leg!" Yamcha laughed, before noticing the serious look on Bulma's face. "Right...? –r-right??"
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Vegeta huffed as she opened her wardrobe, intending to dress. As usual, it was mere seconds before the swirling mass came down on her.
"Ack!" Vegeta grunted, the tide of material collapsing onto her. Just like the previous day, it swirled around the room, knocking over a lamp, before settling down.
Vegeta's head poked out of the sea, near the window. She gasped for breath and scowled. 'I guess bad luck knows no gender...' she thought, swimming over to her bed, a shirt tangled around her leg.
Sitting on the bed, she looked at the clingy shirt. It was the new one, bought for her the day before... the one she refused so much because of it being women's clothing...
'Someone must've come in and tidied up when I was asleep... Bulma, hah... that's nice' She smiled, inspecting the shirt without realizing. She prodded the material lightly... it was far too delicate to spar in, not that she'd ever admit thinking that.
Wading over to her wardrobe, she glanced inside. Irony would have it that the only clothes left inside, her sparring uniforms and gloves and boots, were all sitting neatly on the top-shelf.
Vegeta sweatdropped at this, scratching her head lightly. "Now is that weird or what..." She mumbled to herself, before grabbing her boots, gloves, pants, shirt- and, for the weird occasion, her old saiyan armor.
'I haven't used this in a while' Vegeta noted, blowing a little dust off the top and setting it on the bed with the rest of her clothes. "There- that's everything" She smiled, before frowning. 'Almost everything...'
The newly made saiyan princess looked around, her eyes widening a little in horror. "Oh god... I have to wear woman's UNDERWEAR!?" She panicked. "Oh gosh... ... BULLLMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
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"Are you finished yet, ya' big baby?" Bulma asked, through the bathroom door. Vegeta had decided she needed help with underwear, and had dragged Bulma both to her room and the guest-sweet bathroom. "Huh?"
"Yes... um..." Vegeta's voice came, a little unsteady through the door. "I can't breath very well.... "She complained. "I'll probably faint while sparring if I can't breath..."
"Yeah.. I understand." Bulma giggled. "There's straps on the shoulders, just loosen them until you feel conformable. Okay?"
"Okay..." Vegeta said, straining to do as she was told.
"Hmn... Hey Vegeta, ever heard about corsets?" Bulma asked, making small- talk.
"No... what's a corset? It sounds painful..."
"I'm pretty sure it was.. women had to wear them ALL the time, up to about 200 years ago." She informed, leaning casually against the wall, enjoying herself.
"That doesn't tell me what it is, now does it." Vegeta growled through the door. Her voice was followed by a large snapping sound. "OW FUC-"
"Are you okay Vegeta?" Bulma asked, as she tried not to giggle.
"of a-.... Yes, I'm fine! It attacked me!" The saiyan princess sounded so sure.
"Oh it did not... anyway... a corset.." Bulma continued, "was a very tight, strong type of underwear. Women had to wear them... corsets covered from right down from your stomach to your cleavage."
"Sounds useful for sparing, Bulma..."
"Not at all! They were to make you look thin, keep your upright and such things... they were made of whalebone, and had no comfort for women at all..." She added. "That's where the idea that women faint comes from, we could never breath! I bet it was horrible..."
"... that... that does sound kind of nasty, why did they wear them? Why didn't they say no?" Vegeta asked, not understanding.
"In those times, women were completely reliant on men... they weren't even allowed to work for themselves. I bet if they said no to wearing what their husbands or fathers demanded, there'd be so much trouble." Bulma shrugged.
"..oh..." Came the slow, pensive reply from Vegeta.
"..."
"..."
"Are you ah, dressed yes Vegeta?" Bulma asked, blinking at the door.
"Almost..." Vegeta said, her voice followed by a few sounds of movement. "There, you can come in now- but don't laugh!" She warned.
"I promise I won't laugh, ya' insecure loony..." Bulma huffed, opening the door wide. She spotted the saiyan princess immediately, her jaw dropping. "!!!"
"Do I look 'OK'?" Vegeta asked, slightly shyly, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder. Her training uniform looked almost as if it were made for the female form. The pants, as usual, were tight, but not too tight. The top was almost unseen, covered mainly by her saiyan armor, which had molded itself to her curvier form. Her gloves and boots had also remolded themselves a little, to her slightly slimmer hands and feet.
"Oh my god!!" Bulma gaped, getting a slightly better grip on herself. "What HAPPENED to you!?"
".... Well, I drank that stupid water and turned female- if you hadn't realized by now, why did you give me that underwear?" Vegeta asked, slightly nervous.
"I know I know! But that doesn't mean you can be BETTER at it than me!!!" Bulma shouted, looking annoyed and jealous.
"What-?"
"Vegeta! I'm a pure-bred, natural female... I was MADE to be beautiful- how come you, a man, look so much the part without trying!?" She attempted to clarify herself.
"...you're... you're jealous of how I look?" Vegeta asked, her eyes going wide. Bulma just blushed indignantly. "Oh my GOD! You are! Haha! This is GREAT!!!!"
"Why is it GREAT!?" Bulma cried, her face growing redder by the second. "You don't have to impress any men! Why do looks matter to you?"
"......." Vegeta grinned. "Because you're jealous of me!" She giggled, adopting a feminine stance, flicking her hair over her shoulders, teasing Bulma. "Oh goooosh, ain't ah jus' so darn cute!"
"Grrrrr- you!" Bulma fumed, steam rising off her beat-red face.
It was at that moment that Yamcha decided to pop up again, with a half eaten sandwich in his hand, the other half being chewed in his mouth. "Hmn?"
"!!!" Vegeta's eyes went wide, as she jumped back against the wall. Why was YAMCHA there!? Yamcha was a man, he could get ideas!!! This she voiced very vocally.
"WHATTHEHELLISHEDOINGTHEREGETHIMAWAYTHEFREAKWHYISEVERYONESTARINGATMEAIIIIIH! !!!"
"Woah, calm down man!" Yamcha replied, waving his arms around. "-I mean, haha, Vegeta... there's nothing to be upset about... I think.." He assured her, before looking confused.
Bulma, who had been in a negative possition a second ago couldn't help but feel happier now. The stress, in just a split second, had been taken off of her shoulders and put onto Vegeta's.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!!!" Vegeta shouted, this time stepping forward, braver.
"Duh... Vegeta, he's always round here!" Bulma replied.
"You look very pretty Vegeta, you shouldn't be so insecure." Yamcha teased, trying not to laugh.
"Shhh" Bulma shushed him, although she found the new predicament funny. "Don't tease her."
"Damn right if you know what's good for you!" Vegeta hissed, shoulders rising as well as her ki.
"Ah... alright. Sorry... haha..." Yamcha said, nervously, backing away from the princess. "I'll be going now... Trunks and Goten have baseball to learn, and stuff..." He excused himself, running down the hallway.
"..." Bulma stared skeptically at Vegeta.
"..." Vegeta stared angrily at Bulma.
"You-"Bulma started.
"shut up." Vegeta growled.
Bulma just narrowed her eyes in determination. "You still going to spar, after a reaction like that?" She questioned.
"..."
"Well Vegeta?"
"...damn right! I need to PUNCH SOMETHING!" Vegeta shouted, stomping her foot, the floor shaking. "Preferably that clown!"
"It's not his fault!" Bulma contradicted him.
"Yes it was!" Vegeta shouted, crossing her arms.
"No, it WASN'T! Vegeta...he didn't say anything stupid there... it was you who was being ridiculous, prancing round pretending to be little miss innocent!"
"..."
"Well!?" Bulma asked, hands placed on her hips.
"I'm sorry... I didn't know what came over me..." Vegeta admitted, albeit reluctantly.
After this left the princess' lips, Bulma stared in shock. Through the whole 9 years that her and Vegeta had been together, he had only apologised once, and that was after blowing himself up to fight Buu. It was a weird day today, by no doubt caused by the saiyan's transformation. It might improve the saiyans personality in the long-run, though... at this, she started giggling.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, looking Bulma in the eyes.
"I was just thinking..." Bulma admitted, shaking her head lightly. "That you being female for a day, might improve your perception in the long run."
".... Hmph." Vegeta shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "...Bulma.." She started, walking to the other woman.
"..yes?"
"...I... I think I'm gonna' go spar now." She said, looking towards the window, to freedom outdoors.
"Well... okay..." Bulma replied, moving away from the doorway. "Have a nice time... try not to ah... shout at anyone today, okay?"
"..."
"Bye Vegeta..." Bulma smiled, waving to the saiyan princess as she headed towards the front door.
"See you at lunch" Vegeta replied, distractedly.
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Nekoni: Thus is the end of Chapter 2!
Vegetto: If you can call it that....
Nekoni: Huh? Jitto, what do you mean???
Vegetto: Well... it's barely over half the size of the last chapter... Three and a half thousand words, a little small. What's with that???
Nekoni: Well, not that I'm lazy... which I am, but, the end of this chapter is somewhat... the end of the first 'era'
Vegetto: You're confusing me.
Nekoni: Ah, that is to say, the next chapter is completely different from this one, thus the shortness. I really didn't want to cut it at that point, but I have no choice.
Vegetto: Alright, I can handle that... so what's the next chapter.
Nekoni: As easily as I could tell you, I won't! That'd spoil the surprise, but it's not as if half of the peeps out there can't guess...
Vegetto: Speaking of the peeps...
Nekoni: Yes.... :grins: THANKYOU so much, everyone who reviewed! It made me feel 'sufficient' in my big re-introduction to writing- something which I'm very nervous about! I would give you free cookies, that I baked myself-
Vegetto: Oh! Yum! :grabs one and stuffs it in his mouth:
Nekoni: But I don't remember putting any chocolate chips in them... :points to the brown dots:
Vegetto: :freezes:
Nekoni: So instead, I just thank you all very VERY much with a really big grin on my face and hope that's enough! =D
Vegetto: :choking:
Nekoni: Buh-bye everyone, see you in chapter three!
Vegetto: :wincing, cookie crumbs dribbling from his mouth: ...b-bye...