A Mile in Your Shoes
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my charas I make up and this plot.
Chapter 2 – A Plan Is Set Into Motion"Oh, Kami! Where the hell am I?"
"You're at home, Bulma."
"Bulma!" Why is he calling me Bulma?
"Yes, woman. Now the finish that wonderfully-smelling breakfast before we all starve looking at it."
"Right. Breakfast." Yes. That's the focus. I must finish breakfast so I can start cleaning the house… wait. Did Goku just call me woman?…. Nah. He knows he'd be in trouble if he did.
Chichi turned back to the pot more confused than anything but still too hung over to really think about it She just finished when all of a sudden a loud crash came from the foyer and 'Chichi' with Goku in tow stumbled into the kitchen. Goku tried to explain it first.
"Sorry to interrupt you guys during breakfast but—hey, that smells great! Can I have some of that when you're done? Chichi made us come here without breakfast and—"
Hey wait, if Goku's over there who just talked… to me…"That's," 'Chichi' interjected, "not why we're here. 'Bulma,' I need to talk to you. Now."
Why is Chichi calling me Bulma?'Chichi' walked over to 'Bulma' and setting the pot on the stove, grabbed her and dragged her into the next room. If that's Chichi, then who am I really?
'Bulma' stood there in a daze while 'Chichi' tried to explain her theory.
"Okay, Chichi, it's obvious that you and I switched bodies and woke up as each other. Now I know that there is a logical explanation for this… somewhere. We will get to the bottom of it. Now I'm not sure how long we'll be like this so we're going to have to work out a plan. Now—"
"You mean we're gonna—"
"Attempt being each other. Yes, I know it seems a little daunting. But we have to do this. I have an extremely important meeting and luncheon to go to tomorrow. Which means I'll have to coach you on being me and you'll have to tell me what you do besides yell and cook and—"
"So we're really gonna do this?"
"Well yeah. Life is not gonna stop just because you switch bodies with someone. We're just gonna have to act like ourselves. Or rather… each other… or whatever. But we have to pull this off. I can't miss that meeting tomorrow. It's a matter of the entire future of this company, of everything I've worked for. I'm not losing that deal."
"… but what about the kids? And our husbands? Won't they suspect this is all a masquerade? And what if someone else finds out or tells or—"
"We'll just have to make sure none of that happens and get good at being each other. It's all a matter of practice. My schedule's officially and so is yours. So we'll start at the mall."
"The mall!"
"Yes. It's perfect. We can give the boys enough money to go raid the food court and we get to go shop and teach each other about us. We'll have to let Bra in on this so she can help you. She knows almost as much about fashion, makeup and girl stuff as I do. And she can help cover for you."
"Well I guess you've got this whole thing figured out."
"To the mall!"
"To the… mall…"
'Chichi' threw open the doors to the kitchen and announced, "Hey, guys. Today, we have decided to go to the mall!"
Five groans and one cheer greeted the announcement and, with the day set, the plan was in motion.
Far away, King Yemma chuckled at the humorous scene, already picturing the mayhem that was sure to ensue. Ha, ha! I can hardly wait to see this! I should get some snacks. This is going to take a while.
He shouted at a random blue lackey. "Hey, lackey! Get me some snacks. I'm starving."
"Right away, King Yemma."
"And make it snappy."
"Yes, sir."
Oh, yes this was going to be very interesting indeed.
"Bwuahahahah!"
"Um, sir?" He looked to see the oni standing there looked quite puzzled with a margarita and a bag of Fig Newtons.
"Oh, right. Gimme those. " King Yemma grabs them up. "You're dismissed, lackey."
"Very well, sir." The lackey faded into the background.
"Oh, I love Fig Newtons."
And shoves them into his mouth. "Now if I can just pull some strings and stop Chichi from screwing up, then perhaps I can – Oh my God! It's like an orgy in my mouth."
