Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. You know..this is another thing that's bothering me..I know we have to put this up for legal purposes ..but what the hell is the point? Sue me? First they are going to have to track my ass down, then put a legal thing up and that takes a while. But will it really go well in court? I'm not making any mula of this, its just for fun…whatever..

Chapter 4 "Training with Uncle Veggie"

Goten and Trunks collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted. Trunks had a change of heart and took everything back about what he said about Vegeta. He's still a cruel and rough sensei when he wanted to be. Vegeta floated back to the ground eye balling the two. "Alright, brats, clean yourselves up. We're done for today."

Trunks took a quick glance at Goten and froze (Kind of weird here. He was already lying on the ground in the gravity chamber)

Goten had an actual look of mischief upon his sweaty and dirty face. Trunks caught glimpses of it here and there while sparring, but Trunks just thought it was because of the heat of battle. Training with his dad had been grueling, and yet, Goten was wearing Trunk's infamous "Lets do something to dad" look?

"Trunks, wouldn't it be funny if…Nevermind..it wouldn't." Trunks was fairly curious to what Goten was talking about and wouldn't allow the subject to be dropped so easily.

"What would be funny?" His blue eyes drilling into Goten's brown ones.

"What if…My daddy woke up in your daddy's bed and they both woke up and just..Stayed that way?" Goten said timidly, looking down on the floor.

"Goten ..Your right..It isn't all that funny –Goten's face droops even lower- But..It sure wouldn't hurt to do it anyways! Dad did say we have a break tommorow!"

Piccolo stood at the Look Out, letting out a slight sigh of content at the seemingly peaceful Earth. Piccolo abruptly went rigid. Who the HELL is summoning the Dragon? Piccolo paused for a split second before blasting off to the summoning when Dende spoke. "Trunks and Goten, heh, I doubt they'll wish for anything rash but you better go anyway." With a nod, Piccolo disappeared in a flash.

"Ah crap! Someone is coming!"

"Who?"

"Crap crap! Its Piccolo!"

"Trunks, hurry up and make the wish!"

"Alright already..Jeez.."

"Speak young one."

"Uh..I wish that..Our dad's minds..Or um..Brains? ..Were switched."

The Dragon had a slight grin on his enormous face.

"It shall be done. Now what is your second wish?"

Both were stumped. They had completely forgotten about the second wish.

"Um.." Trunks started but was interrupted by a (wack) over the head by Piccolo.

"What in the name of Kami did you two demons wish for?"

"Nothing!"

"Grr..Wait till I get my hands on you – Oooompf!" Goten quickly went behind and kneeled behind Piccolo's leg and Trunks gave one hell of a push..So down Piccolo went.

"Uh…Bye Mr. Dragon!"

"So be it."

And thus..the Dragonballs were scattered throughout the world once again and not to mention, minus one huge ass dragon. Too bad Piccolo was still there. Speaking of which, was up dusting himself while muttering curses at the two "demons" that had sped off. "Damn brats...I'll know soon enough." With that, Piccolo took a leisurely pace toward the Look Out.

Goku and Vegeta laid there sprawled on the ground. Well actually Vegeta was kneeling and Goku laid face first in the ground in his own drool. Our heroes were having a friendly death match after Goku had said something about Bulma being taller than Vegeta. Vegeta of course blew his lid and started a fight. Just when it looked like Vegeta had the upper hand, they both started to feel one mad ass headache. Vegeta merely snarled and growled while Goku starting muttering things along the lines of "Chi Chi..I swear I didn't!" and proceeded to whimper about.

Vegeta finally stood still clutching one side of his aching head. However it was odd..Vegeta knew he didn't have any hair sticking THAT far out from the side of his head. And where the hell were his gloves? Why in the hell was he wearing Kakkarot's wristbands?

Goku had finally stood up and was wondering along the same lines as Vegeta. Goku then turned and look at Vegeta….Himself?

Both figures continued to stare until Vegeta started banging his head on the ground. "Um Vegeta..uh..other me ..You really shouldn't do that…" Vegeta stopped, merely going near insane HEARING his voice telling him to coming from HIS mouth.

Goku had stopped talking simply because everything he said sounded like Vegeta. Goku's brain was working overtime figuring out what the hell is going on. "Maybe –hearing Vegeta's voice coming from his mouth was starting to unnerve himself – Go home and sleep it off?" Goku looked at his body, and even though it was his body, the "Vegeta Sign before cursing loudly" was still evident on his own face. Goku sighed and started to countdown to himself.

"3…2…..1.."

"Kakkarot, what the fuck!"

Bulma was happily humming to herself in the lab when someone rude burst into the room nearly breaking the door. "Damn it Vegeta! You need to – Ah..Goku? What are you doing here?" Goku's normally soft and smiling face had a vicious scowl on his features. Bulma swallowed down a gasp. "Goku, what's –"

"Woman there's something wrong between Kakkarot and I." Bulma's confusion at Goku's new mannor of speech was quickly knocked aside when Vegeta (or so she thought) interjected.

"Jeez Vegeta, you'd think you can be nicer to your own wife." Bulma nearly fainted after hearing Vegeta's voice without its edge and roughness, and was shocked shitless hearing a light and slightly playful demeanor from Vegeta. (Okay from now on Imma call them their true names..instead of their body's) Goku glanced at Bulma and started to countdown. "3…..2…..1…"

"What the fuck is going on!" Bulma then choose that convenient time to pass out. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. " I just know these things, Veggie." Vegeta snarled and launched towards Goku with speed no human can ever achieve, gave Goku's jaw an uppercut and gave Bulma's lab yet another skylight. Needless to say..Vegeta hates nicknames….

Vegeta was about to gloat but Goku's grinning face peeped into the hole from the ceiling (Yo this is Vegeta's face remember) and said, "You know, I don't think Bulma's going to be too happy with this knew hole. Somebody's going to be reacquainted with the pan. Woops I think I went too far.. (sigh) 3…2…1.."

"Fuck! Damn you to hell Kakkarot!" With that, Vegeta launched himself at Goku for the 3rd time that day.

After exchanging a few blows Vegeta was smiling evily. Though both bodies were in tiptop fighting condition, Goku was not accustomed to Vegeta's short limbs. Vegeta almost found this too easy. Goku would take a sing to Vegeta's face but would miss completely simply because of his miscalculation of his new short arms. The match was rather quick, with Goku sitting on the ground with a number of bruises on his face in a child like pout. Vegeta was relatively unharmed and of course smirked at Goku.

Goku stuck out his tongue and said "Its your own face that your ruining." Goku let himself a small chuckle and started to countdown. "3…2…1.." To Goku's and Vegeta's surprise the piercing shriek of an Earthling rung on for miles and miles.

"MY ROOF! Vegeta!" Vegeta's head hung low. "Damn…" Goku patted him on the back. "Don't worry, a few knocks in the head never hurt nobody. Look at me, I was hit on the head so many times I can't even count. I turned out okay!" Vegeta sunk even lower into the ground. "Damn.."