Apples to Oranges: Why Not a Monkey?

There wasn't much for Bulma to be doing Monday afternoon. Trunks and Bra were at school, Vegeta was in his gravity room, and Bulma didn't feel like hearing the rantings of Chi Chi. She sighed, flipping through the hundereds of channels on her enormous t.v., resigning to watch an out-dated movie about a steryotipical scientist that accidently jumbo-sized his son with a machine ment to turn apples into oranges.

"Please..." Bulma muttered to herself, " a machine like that is simple enough that even Gokuh could put it together..." Her eyebrows furrowed. It was only a moment before she put down the remote and darted towards her lab.

- "There!" Bulma patted her new machine, feeling quite pleased with herself. "This beautiful genus has done it again!"she strutted back to the control table."Now-"

"Woman!" Bulma had been cut off by bellowing of her short-tempered husband.

"What!" She snapped back, her temper equally as short from being called 'woman'.

"The gravity machine is broken again, " Vegeta stoodin the doorway of her lab, arms folded looking as grumpy as usual.

"Vegeta... I'm busy.." eventhough she knew she wasn't.

"Then get un-busy and fix the machine!" he walked into the lab.

"I'll do it a little bit," she turned back to her machine.

"Woman!"

"Don't call me woman!" Bulma slammed her hand on the on the table next to her. Her eyes widened as a beam of light shot from the machine behind the prince. Vegeta in just enough time to see the light hit him. Bulma had to cover her eyes from the flash of light, but when it cleared, the only thing that layed where Vegeta stood was a pile of spandex. "Vegeta!" tears began to build in her eyes.

"Meroooow!" Bulma stooped down and lifted the spandex shirt to reveal a tiny-black cat staring back at her in shock.

"Vegeta...?"

"Merrooow?" The cat took a moment to observe himself before dashing out of the lab, leaving a dumb-struck Bulma behind.

-

"WHAT DID THAT WOMAN DO!" Vegeta's mind screamed as he ran to find a mirror. He found the house to be larger than he remembered as he ran through the winding hallways. He had tried to see himself in the bathroom mirror, but found that he was unable to use his ki. Finally he reached the full length mirror in Bulma's bedroom. Staring back at him wasn't a Saiyan prince, but a fluffy, cute, Kakarot-would-melt-if-he-saw-it, black cat.

Vegeta's howl of rage came out as a simple 'merooooooooow'.

-

Bulma was still gaping over what happened when Vegeta, now a kitty, bounded back into her lab. Even as a cat he was able to pull off a frightening death-glare. When Bulma didn't move to fix the blunder, Vegeta went off in a series of "meow"s which she was certain would have been a string of curse words if he was still in Saiyan form.

Slowly, she turned back to the table, investigating the controls. Vegeta sat stiffly, his tail flicking impaciently behind him.

"The controls are ok... but my machine is out of juice..." Bulma mainly talked to herself, but Vegeta heard. His tail stopped flicking, standing straight up. He gave a drawn out "merrrrrroooooow". Bulma sighed, turning back towards the Saiyan cat, " I made it out of scraps and... what I used to power it was only enough for a couple experiments..."

Vegeta sat even stiffer as veins began to buldge out of his little cat head. He twitch and ran off.

Bulma sighed, not willing to chase after him. "He'll come back when he's hungry...I justwonder why he didn't turn into a monkey..."