A Mile in Your Shoes

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my charas I make up and this plot.

Chapter 3 – The Mall

With much struggling they managed to get everyone dressed, in the car, and off to the mall, though Goku tried to escape twice and Vegeta tried to see if he could ditch it by flying. Bulma told 'Bulma' to threaten Vegeta with sleeping on the couch while Chichi told 'Chichi' to go get the frying pan for Goku. That worked and so, two disgruntled Saiyans joined the party in the minivan.

As soon they were handed money, the boys all made a beeline for the food court and 'Chichi' made a beeline for a shoe sale.

"Oooh, look at that one and that one! Oh, I could just buy them all!"

"I know what you mean," Bra gushed along with her. "Let's go!"

"Wait! Bra, we came to talk about something important."

"More important than shopping?"

"Yes, far more important. But let's go the café where we may speak in private. This is far too public for this matter." Wait, now why is Chichi interested in shopping? And why is she talking like Mom?

They went straightaway to Starbucks, ordered and sat down.

"Bra," Bulma began, "I don't know how or why but Chichi and I have switched bodies. We can't tell anyone and we're certainly not telling the guys."

"Mom, were you messing with that science-stuff again? Or is this a joke?"

"You're not freaked out?"

"Not that much. It'll take some adjustments but we can handle this."

"Exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, we have to—"

"Wait. Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because Chichi needs your help for tomorrow, for help in covering this up since I don't know how long I'll be stuck like this, and just in general girly stuff. Besides she needs a makeover anyway."

"Makeover!"

"And we're just the people to do it."

"I do not need a makeover!"

"Now, we'll need to work on your wardrobe first. If you have a good wardrobe at least then the makeup can come later." They started walking.

"Hey, Mom?" Bra said.

"Bra, you've got to start calling me Chichi while I'm in Chichi's body."

"Oh. Right, Mom. Oops. I mean, Chichi."

"Good. Now just remember to do that all the time and you've got it. Also—"

"Wait a second!" Chichi halted. "Don't I have a say in this?"

"No!"

"But—"

"No buts. I've been wanting to do this forever and I finally have a shot." Bulma rubbed her hands greedily.

"But—"

"Hush, my child." Bulma grabbed her hand. "I shall make you worthy of a king's attention. We'll do all the work and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy it."

"Yeah," Bra chimed in.

"We'll have you looking like… like…"

"Paris Hilton!"

"Yeah! Hey, wait…" Bra chuckled.

"Paris Hilton!"

"Oh, don't listen to her. You'll be fine. Mwuahahahahahahaha!" Bulma cackled.

Bra tapped her on the shoulder. "Uh, Mom. You're scaring her."

"That's the poi—I mean, sorry. And don't forget to call me Chichi. Now, let's go. To Rich's!" Bulma started walking.

"Uh, Mom—Chichi—whatever. She's running now!"

"Quickly! Get the net!"

"Right!"

"And… go!" Within minutes, Bra and 'Chichi' had 'Bulma' all tied up and was now dragging her, kicking and screaming (literally) into Rich's.

Goku was chomping down on a cheeseburger when a strange thought occurred to him.

I wonder what's up with the girls. They were acting so weird this morning. It was almost like Chichi was Bulma and Bulma was Chichi. Ha ha! That's stupid… but… that would explain a lot of things. Like how Bulma was cooking and Chichi was so absent-minded and… but that's just silly. People can't just switch bodies… or can they? Hmm…

"Dad? You okay?" Goten looked at his father paused in mid-chew and staring off into space.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Goku started eating again. Dad's so weird sometimes. Goten continued eating while Vegeta also stopped to ponder.

I wonder why Bulma was acting so strange today. Cooking and calling me by Kakkarot's name… I told her before that we talk about role-playing before we do it. No surprises. That gets messy.

He resumed wolfing down his tenth cheeseburger until another thought occurred. Hey, what if Kakkarot's little bitch and mine swapped places? That would be something to see. Bulma trying to be that frigid, uptight harpy and Chichi trying to keep up with—actually that would be kinda scary. Moving on to less disturbing thoughts…

Gohan too was thinking. Mom sure acted weird today. I mean really, kinda like Bulma. Hmm… He took another bite of his chicken sandwich. Anyway, I've got to find a way to ditch these guys. I told them I'd meet them at 2 and it's already ten after. I know. I'll just make some lame excuse that I have to hit the john and I'm home free. After I finish these three sandwiches.

He gobbled down the sandwiches and got up to go. "I gotta go see a man about a horse so I'll just go—"

"Ooh! Ooh! I gotta pee too!" Goten jumped out of his seat. Damn. He'll ruin everything.

"Dad, do I have to take him?" Goku looked up from his burgers, mouth full.

"Yeth, choo hapth thoo."

"But, Dad, I—"

"Ghohath."

"Fine. C'mon, squirt." And he stomped off in the direction of the lavatory.

"Jeeth." Goku swallowed his burger. "What's gotten into him?"